Listen to whether it's a nagging voice or a wish silently recited in her heart, it will fall into her ears with the power of faith.
"Master Tang, please help my daughter marry a good family..."
"Master Tang, my mother-in-law has already given birth to seven sons. We must protect this child from being a girl..."
"Master Tang, bless my son to find a good job in the city and meet a good boss..."
"Master Tang, please protect my family from disaster and disaster..."
"Master Tang..."
Tang Ning listened to the statues, watching some of them go away after worshipping, and some of them holding a signer to shake their autographs. The time of the day went by. In the statues, she closed her eyes and restored the spirits, day after day, until more than half a month later.
In the evening of that day, an old monk came into the temple and looked at the statue of master Tang sitting cross legged and hands folded. He raised his hand and gently read a Buddha salute.
"Amitabha."
Old monk!
In the statue, Tang Ning, who closed his eyes and raised his spirits, could not see the old monk's eyes. However, her spirit had not been repaired, and her voice could not be transmitted through the divine sense. She could only look at the old monk and blink his eyes desperately.
The old monk looked at Tang Shi's gold body with a smile of relief. He watched the little power of faith floating into her gold body, and saw the gold body in front of him blinking at him.
"I wish you were still there."
The old monk laughed and looked at Tang Ning's golden body and said, "you are a man of heaven's family. How could you die so easily with great fortune
Downing can't speak, but she is blinking and wants to ask him what's going on with them? How did he get here? Did he tell her grandfather about them? It's just that I can't ask anything.
"Do you have only one spirit left? You look like this, the spirit is still fragmented, trapped in the golden body? It's also true that Mo Ye's life style is very changeable. The death and robbery should be on him. It's a life of death. In addition, the two robberies of the advanced Feixian will be destroyed if you don't take it for him. "
The old monk stepped forward and sat down on the mat in front of him, took out his gourd and took a sip of wine. He said, "you took the robbery for him, broke his fate, and ended up in a broken spirit. It's reasonable that his body should be completely destroyed. Everything has a cause and a result, and it's doomed."
Downing rolled his eyes.
When the old monk saw him, he said with a smile, "don't roll your eyes. Anyway, you respect God. You're worshipped and worshipped. If people see you rolling your eyes here, you won't be scared to death?"
The old man who was in charge of guarding and cleaning was listening to what someone was saying. He stepped forward and saw an old monk sitting there drinking and talking to himself.
"Master, are you?"
The old monk looked back and said with a smile to the old man: "monk, I am the new master of jiebiao here."
"Master Jiexie?"
The old man was stunned. He looked at the old monk dressed in grey and plain, but he spoke with wine. His expression and behavior were not quite like those eminent monks, but like those wine and meat monks.
"Mr. Fu, we don't have to use it here. There are booths outside." The old man said, pointing to the outside of the temple.
"No, no, no, monk. I'm the master of the solution. I'll stay here later."