Medicinal Immortal

Tangning looked at the old monk, he was about sixty years old, with long white eyebrows drooping, a plain gray dress, a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and a slanting hanging from his waist. A gourd, if it weren't for eating a chicken leg in his hand, and his mouth full of oil, it looked like a fairy-style bone.

However, to her at this time, it seemed a bit nondescript and very trivial.

She endured the pain in her body, sat up from the bed, leaned on the bed and looked at him, and said, "Don’t monks often say that saving a life is better than building a seventh-level buddha? Why do you want to be a monk when you speak. Asked for a report?"

"It's different, it's different." Lao He waved his hand holding the drumstick, looked at her and said, "You are different."

"Why is it different?" Tangning asked.

The old monk stared at her, suddenly laughed, and said, "I said, why did you shave a bald head? It made the monk I thought I had picked up a little monk back, but it was a little girl. ."

"The situation is forced."

Tangning said, seeing his mouth full of greasy food, she couldn't help but said, "Since you are a monk, why did you break the precept? Could it be that you are a fake monk?"

"Hahahahaha." The old monk laughed, took off the gourd on his waist and took a sip of wine, and said: "Monk, I have passed through the intestines with wine and meat, and the Buddha left it in his heart."

He ate the chicken thigh, leaving a bone in his mouth, freed his hand and touched it from his arms, took out a small bottle and tossed it to her: "Pour one medicine out and eat it." Ignoring Tangning, he went outside.

Tangning poured out the medicine in the bottle and saw that it was dark with a medicinal smell. It was the simplest and rude way to knead a pill. However, after smelling the medicine, he knew that it was indeed a healing medicine.

After swallowing a pill, she breathed out lightly, and slowly closed her eyes, remembering the Buddha's light at that time, it seemed that it came from that bowl...

By the way, where is that bowl?

Just thinking about it, it felt like there was something in his hand.

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

Picking up the bowl and looking at it carefully, it was undoubtedly the original bowl, except that there was a golden **** at the bottom of the bowl.

As if feeling something, the palm of her hand was faintly hot. I saw that a golden **** appeared in the palm of her hand, emitting a faint golden light, and the heat of the palm of her hand was flowing into her body. The injuries in the body gradually recovered...

"what?"

She blinked and leaped up to sit up. She did feel that her body relaxed a lot, but the light of the **** in the palm of her hand also faded, until finally, it disappeared in her palm without leaving a trace. It was as if the previous scene was just her illusion.

When she thought about it, the bowl in her hand disappeared again, and she condensed her palm into a fist and tightened it tightly, and she noticed that a force was flowing in her body.

"Am I a blessing in disguise?" She murmured and couldn't help but laugh at the end.

He stretched out his hand to help me lower my veins, and sure enough, my body was about 70% better, and there was more strength in my body. All the scars on my body disappeared, leaving no scars.

The next morning

The old monk leaned against the window, took a sip of wine with a wine gourd in his hand, glanced at the delicate bald head in the room, and asked, "What are your plans next? Also, which girl are you from? Baby? With such a small bald head, you can still get home?"