Chapter 20 Immortal Wind Dao Bone

Tangning looked at the old monk. He looked like he was in his sixties. He had long white eyebrows drooping down. He was dressed in plain grey clothes. There was a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. A gourd, if it weren't for the chicken drumstick in his hand, and his mouth full of oil, his appearance would be somewhat immortal.

However, at this time, in her view, it seemed a bit nondescript and very wretched.

She endured the pain all over her body, sat up from the bed, leaned on the bed and looked at him, saying, "Don't monks often say that saving one's life is better than building a seven-level Buddha? Ask 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 your head? It made me think I picked up a little monk and came back at first, but I didn't know it was a little girl. ."

"The situation forced it."

As Tangning spoke, seeing his mouth full of oil, she couldn't help but say, "Since you are a monk, why did you break your precepts? Could it be that you are a fake monk?"

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

He ate the chicken leg and bit the bone left in his mouth. He freed one hand to feel it from his arms, took out a small bottle and threw it to her: "Pour out one of the medicine in it and eat it." He ignored Tangning and left.

Tangning poured out the medicine in the bottle and saw that it smelled black. It was a pill that was kneaded in the simplest and roughest way, but after smelling the medicine, she knew it was indeed a healing medicine.

After swallowing a pill, she exhaled lightly and slowly closed her eyes, thinking of the Buddha's light at that time, which seemed to come from that bowl...

By the way, what about the bowl?

Just thinking about it, I felt like there was something in my hand, I raised my hand and looked at it, and couldn't help but stay for a while.

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

He picked up the bowl and looked at it carefully, and there was no doubt that it was the original bowl, but there was a golden swastika on the bottom of the bowl.

As if feeling it, the palm of her hand was faintly hot, and she saw a golden swastika appearing 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 wounds in the body are gradually recovering...

"what?"

She blinked her eyes and jumped up to sit up. She did feel that her body was much more relaxed, but the light of the swastika in the palm of her hand also faded, until at last, it disappeared in the palm of her hand, leaving no trace. As if the previous scene was just her illusion.

As soon as she thought about it, the bowl in her hand disappeared again, condensing her palms into fists and tightening them tightly, she noticed that a force was flowing in her body.

"Am I a blessing in disguise?" she murmured, laughing at the end.

He stretched out his hand to help himself check the lower pulse, and sure enough, his body was about 70% better, and there was more strength in his body, and all the scars on his body disappeared without leaving a single scar.

next morning

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