Medicinal Immortal

Tangning didn’t sit at the table where the signing was cancelled because he found a gentleman who came up yesterday. Therefore, when he went to deal with the signing, some people saw that yesterday. The Tang master was gone, and the man who was sitting there was Mr. Jiepin, who was wearing a hat and a beard, was taken aback.

"Didn't it mean that the monk named Master Tang was the one who canceled the signing? How did you become the master of the signing?" Someone couldn't help asking.

"Yeah! What's going on? Why isn't it the one from yesterday?"

"Amitabha Buddha, you benefactors, Master Tang will leave tomorrow, so in the future, this will be the sign-offer of Hanshan Temple, and it is the same for him to sign off." A middle-aged monk stepped forward and said.

Hearing what he said, everyone looked at each other. Although they felt that the people who changed the signing were a little unwilling, they still held the sign to the sign-breaker. The sign-breaker was also a little capable, and he was right. It also made the people who canceled the visa all smiles and willingly paid for the fees.

Tang Ning went to see the badly wounded old monk, who was given him medicine to take care of him, and then went to the front gate of the temple. She couldn't help but reveal a touch of the pilgrims who were going up the mountain. Come with a smile.

At the same time, in the town some distance from here, the Yang family, that is, the old man's family, is now full of people in charge of the Yang family.

"Old lady, this is not okay! The original decision was overturned by a little monk. It is impossible to say that there is a disaster in the house! Our Yang family can be regarded as a decent person in the town. , How could there be any disaster or something like that? According to me, this trip has to go. This is related to the future development of our Yang family. If we miss this opportunity, I'm afraid there will be no next time."

A middle-aged man said with a sonorous and powerful voice. Obviously, he was not satisfied that the arranged things were disrupted by the words of a little monk.

"Father, let's proceed according to the original plan! This opportunity is really rare. If we give up like this, it is really a pity, father, let's try it! This is a rare opportunity for our Yang family. "Another middle-aged man said, his eyes fell on the old man, hoping that he could agree.

"Grandma, go ahead as planned! If you don't worry, we can bring more people, so we don't have to worry about something wrong on the road." Another person said.

Listening to them insisting on one by one, the old man paused and took a deep breath. Then he said: "If this is the case, then act according to the original plan! Move more guards to follow, so that it is safer, even if there is one Nothing will mess up your hands and feet."

"Okay." No one else had any opinion on this, so naturally they responded.

After the crowd dispersed, the old man was still a little worried. He thought of what Master Tang had said, so he called a cronie to confess, and the cronie went directly to Hanshan Temple.

At noon, the monks invited Tangning to the Zen room. After he sat down, they said, "Master Tang, the old lady of the Yang family sent someone to send a large sum of sesame oil money."

Hearing this, Tangning shook her head and said, "It's a pity! His family still has blood in the disaster."