Tang Ning looked at the old monk. He was about sixty years old, with long white eyebrows drooping, a gray dress simple and inconspicuous, with a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and a gourd hanging around his waist. If it weren't for the fact that he was still eating chicken legs and his mouth was full of oil, he would have a bit of fairy-like appearance.

However, at this moment, it seemed a bit inappropriate and very vulgar in her opinion.

She endured the pain, sat up from the bed, leaned against the bed and looked at him, and said, "Don't monks often say that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda? Why do you, the monk, want to ask for repaid with kindness?"

"Different and different." Lao He waved his hand holding the chicken legs, and looked at her and said, "You are different."

"Why are they different?" Tang Ning asked.

The old monk stared at her, suddenly laughed and said, "I said, why did you shave your head? I thought I had picked up a little monk and came back, but I didn't know that he was a little girl."

"The situation is forcing it."

Tang Ning said, and seeing that he was eating with oil, he couldn't help but say, "Since you are a monk, why have you broken the precepts? Could it be that you are a fake monk?"

"Hahahahahaha." The old monk laughed, took off the gourd from his waist and took a sip of wine, and said, "Monk, I am a wine and meat that passes through the intestines, and the Buddha keeps it in his heart."

He ate the chicken leg, bit the remaining bone in his mouth, freed up his hand to touch it from his arms, took out a small bottle and threw it to her: "Pour one of the medicines inside to take." As he said that, he ignored Tang Ning and went out.

Tang Ning poured out the medicine in the bottle and saw that it was black and smelled of medicine. It was the simplest and most crude method to make a pill. However, when he smelled the medicine, he knew that it was indeed a medicine for healing the smell.

After swallowing a pill, she let out a breath and slowly closed her eyes. She remembered the Buddha's light at that time, as if it was from that bowl...

By the way, what about that bowl?

Just as I was thinking, I felt something seemed to be on my hand. I raised my hand and couldn't help but be stunned.

Isn't this her bowl? She is very sure that she didn't have this thing in her hand just now.

I picked up the bowl and looked carefully, and saw that it was the original bowl, but there was a golden swastika on the bottom of the bowl.

As if she felt something, her palms felt a little hot. I saw a golden swastika floating in her palms, emitting a faint golden light. The heat from her palms was flowing into her body. Wherever she passed, she felt that the injuries in her body gradually recovered...

“Huh?”

She blinked her eyes and jumped up directly. She felt that her body was much more relaxed, but the light of the swastika in the palm of her hand faded until it finally disappeared into her palm without leaving any trace, just as if the previous scene was just her illusion.

As soon as she thought, the bowl in her hand disappeared again, gathering her palm into a fist and twisting it tightly, then she noticed that a force was flowing in her body.

"Is this a blessing in disguise?" she murmured, and finally couldn't help laughing.

I reached out to help me take my lower pulse. Sure enough, my health was about 70% better, and there was a force in my body. All the scars on my body disappeared without any scars.

The next morning
Chapter completed!