Chapter 9

"Here it is." When the two men saw the little monk, they looked at each other with a smile and said, "little monk, come with us." As he spoke, a man came forward and reached for downing.

Looking at the two men, Tang Ning put the bowl in his arms, rubbed his fist and said, "it depends on your ability."

After a while, there was a scream in the alley, but it was covered by the people's voice in the busy street

Tang Ning adjusted his robes, brushed his sleeves, and felt the money in his arms. Then he looked for the medicine shop with a smile on his face.

After she left, the two people in the alley came to the wing room of a restaurant.

"Second master, the little monk's accomplishments are above us. We and we are not his opponents..." The two men knelt on the ground, drooping their heads, and did not dare to see the master with a gloomy face.

"Waste!"

In his thirties, a sinister looking man raised his foot and kicked them over. He stood up and said angrily, "useless waste! A 13-4-year-old monk is above you? Thank you for making it up! "

The two people who were kicked over quickly knelt down and did not dare to explain, because they knew that the master would not believe what they said. However, they really knew that the strength of the little monk was far above them.

"Lao Xu, you go and give the little monk to the second master and I will take him away."

The man with a sinister face narrowed his eyes, turned the jade ring on his finger with one hand, and showed a sinister smile. He said to the middle-aged man around him: "be gentle, don't damage my new toy."

"Yes." The middle-aged man answered, glanced at the two people on the ground, and then walked out.

At this time, the biggest druggist in the city, Baicao Lou.

After buying some herbs, Tang Ning asked the medicine man with a smile: "Amitabha, benefactor, can I borrow the medicine in your backyard?"

"That's not good. The medical equipment in our backyard is usually ground by ourselves and can't be used by outsiders."

The druggist shook his head and said, "I remember we have some medicine in our backyard. Let me ask the shopkeeper for you."

Tang Ning's eyes brightened and said, "thank you very much."

Although she didn't want to pretend to be a Buddhist disciple, she found that this identity was not easy to use, especially for those with a good heart. She was a little monk and gave convenience everywhere.

After the pharmacist inquired the shopkeeper and got permission, Tang Ning came to the backyard of Baicao building. In the open yard, there were two medicine men drying herbs. She came to the medicine set in the corner and sat with her back to the two medicine men. She began to deal with the herbs she had bought before.

Although they were surprised that a little monk came to the backyard, the two pharmacists didn't say much. They just concentrated on doing their own things and didn't pay much attention to what the little monk was doing in the corner of the wall.

In front of him, the shopkeeper was sorting out the herbs in front of the medicine cabinet. When he heard the footsteps and knew that there were guests coming in, he looked up.

I saw a handsome purple robed man with outstanding temperament stepped in. The man was about 20 years old. His pace was steady and his breath was restrained. The shopkeeper knew that he was a friar on the fifth floor of Qi refining period.

Such a young monk must have come from a noble family.