Chapter 66

The clouds and mist that pervaded the night were somewhat ethereal, and it was for this reason that the flickering lights of that house were like a guiding light in this night, and people could see it at a glance.

Supporting the old monk to walk forward, Tangning paused slightly, looking at the lights of the house, a dim light flashed across her eyes.

I don't know if it was because of the late night, or because of other reasons. The wind at night was slightly cool, with a bit of bristles, which made her cold hair stand up.

After just a slight pause, she supported the old monk and continued to walk forward, stopping when she came to the door of the house, and hearing the faint rattling inside, she called out, "Donor, I am a Buddhist disciple who is cultivating ascetic outside, passing by here, I wonder if we can let us rest inside?"

The rattling noise in the room stopped, and there was no sound for a while, just as Tangning was thinking, why don't you leave? When I was taking a break on the side of the road outside, I heard a woman's voice inside.

"Are you disciples of Buddhism?"

"Yes." Anyway, even if she was halfway there, one of them was really here, although she was half-dead.

The door creaked open, and a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old woman appeared in Tangning's eyes. She had a delicate appearance, a delicate figure, and was wearing a plain dress. She didn't look like an ordinary farm girl.

While Tangning was looking at the woman, the woman was also looking at Tangning. Seeing a little monk staring at her without any hesitation, she couldn't help but chuckle, "You little monk, you are a monk, how can you be like this? Look at me! Come in!" As she spoke, she turned her body slightly.

Because of the other person's sideways, Tangning also saw at this time that there was a weaving machine in the room, and it was a simple decoration. Apart from this woman, there was no one else.

"Thank you, Lord." She helped the old monk and walked in.

"Is this old monk your master? What's wrong with him?" The woman held the oil lamp in one hand and slightly protected the fire in the other. She placed the oil lamp beside Tangning and lit them brightly.

"I'll give you some water to wipe! You have mud on your face."

"Donor, don't bother," Tangning said, but she turned around and went to the inner room.

Seeing this, she looked at the old monk. When she was walking on the road, she used her spiritual power to dry the clothes of the two of them and removed the water stains on their bodies, even if they were still a little dirty, but at least this is the case, in such a child It won't be too cold at night.

However, the old monk was in a coma and had no spiritual energy to protect his body. She was really worried about what was wrong with him. So, he didn't even bother to clean up the dirt on his body, so he gave him a pulse first.

With a slight frown, she pulled off the old monk's clothes, and saw a blood stasis-like palm print on his chest. Seeing this, she took out a medicine from the round bamboo, rubbed it in her palm, and rubbed the medicine. The juice dripped into the old monk's mouth.

"The water is coming."

The woman came in with the water, and there were still a few leaves floating on it. After she put it down, she saw the little monk staring at the water, as if she knew what he was thinking, and said, "This is the rain I received last night, don't worry. , is clean."

"I don't dare to use clean ones."

As Tangning spoke, she looked at the woman whose face was pale from the beginning. After hearing her words, a look of surprise appeared on her face. Just as she was about to say something, a voice came from outside the door.

"Sister, I heard that you have a guest at your house?"