Chapter 972

Downing did not know what was going on here, for after she had untied the woman's signature, she had left it behind.

These days, she sweeps the floor in the temple in the morning, plays with medicine at noon, and takes time out to practice in the evening. Every day she eats and sleeps on time, and she has a leisurely life.

There are still no pilgrims in the temple, but there are many fallen leaves every day. About ten days later, in the early morning of this day, qimufeng found Tang Ning sweeping leaves in the front hall.

"Master, it's here. Would you like to have a look at it now?" With a smile on his face, he went to take the broom for him.

"Take a look at me." She stretched out her hand and spread her palm upward. She saw that qimufeng took out a crescent comb made of sandalwood and put it in the palm of her hand.

She took it and looked at it. She could carry it with her. It was small and chic in shape. It was made of sandalwood. The comb surface was smooth and round, and the handle was excellent. When she got close to it, there was a faint smell of Green Sandalwood. It was very pleasant.

She took a comb to comb her hair, and then she remembered that she was a bald man without hair. She was stunned for a moment. She listened to the praying wind in front of her and could not help laughing.

"Master, do you want to try combing your hair? Try my hair! I have hair. " His speech is smiling, a pair of narrow eyes are full of laughter.

Downing glanced at him and said, "where do I comb my hair? I'm just trying to brush my scalp. " With that, she flipped the comb in her hand and said, "it's a good workmanship. It's very good."

"I'm looking for an old craftsman to make it. All of them have been checked. There is no problem with each one. On one side of the comb, there are three characters of Wanfo Temple engraved on it. But master, you tell the other side to leave blank, and do not carve patterns. What are you going to do here? Should it be that the monks in the temple engrave scriptures on it? " Pray for the wind to ask with a funny smile.

"It's not Scripture." Tang Ning said, throwing the comb to him. Then he looked at the hall and said with a smile, "this will be the host. They should all be chanting scriptures in the hall? Go and have a look. "

Qimufeng followed him when he saw the situation. When he came to the hall, the host and others saw two people coming in, and they said softly: "Amitabha, little Tang, what's the matter?"

After Tang Ning returned with a gift, he said with a smile, "there is something to tell you." She stepped forward and sat down in the futon and motioned for qimufeng to take out the things.

Then he saw the wind come forward, took out those combs from the space, stacked them in front of them, and then quietly retreated to one side to watch.

Sitting around, the host and others saw the combs piled up in front of them. They looked at each other one by one, and some of them were confused.

Comb?

Why bring them so many combs? They are monks. They can't use combs! For a moment, one by one, their eyes fell on Downing's body. I don't know what he meant?

"What do you mean, Xiao Tang?" The host couldn't help asking.

Looking at the combs in front of him, he smelled a smell of sandalwood. He was stunned and asked, "are these made of sandalwood in the back mountain?"

Tang Ning listened and nodded with a smile. He cast an appreciative look at the empty monk: "yes, it's Green Sandalwood."