Tang Ning touched his head and smiled, "Although I shaved my head, I may not be a monk!" She walked up to the stone table and sat down. As soon as she sat down, the young man beside her shouted.

"Rareless! Who can sit with me? Why don't you get up!"

"Why can't you sit? This is not your home." She said leisurely, her posture leisurely and unrestrained. It can even be said that she did not take the young man's drink to heart at all.

"It's okay, he is right. This is not our family. Since it is the backyard in the temple, everyone can sit on it." The old man waved his hand and smiled. He did not care too much, but looked at the young man in front of him with interest.

"Compared to the lively atmosphere in front, it's too quiet, and there's no things to watch and play. It's just a yard, a big tree, a stone table and a few stone benches, which is really boring!" She said slowly, her fingers holding her cheeks flicked gently, then stood up, stretched her waist and yawned.

"It's better to go back and sleep." After the words, he walked out.

"You're leaving so soon? It's not noon yet, so why not sit down and chat?" The old man smiled and tried to keep it.

Tang Ning waved his hand and said without even looking back: "What's the dying person who is going to talk about? It's boring."

Hearing this, the old man's face changed and he stood up with a whoosh.

"Stop!" The young man shouted fiercely, leaped and flipped in the air and stopped Tang Ning: "What do you mean! Tell me clearly before leaving!"

Seeing that the road ahead was blocked, Tang Ning was not angry, but just walked sideways to the other side to prepare to leave. Unexpectedly, her disregard forcing the young man to become stronger.

"Speak clearly!" The young man reached out and tucked Tang Ning's shoulder, intending to keep him.

Tang Ning snorted coldly, raised his foot and kicked him: "How could you stop me!"

"Um!"

The young man suddenly got kicked in the middle of the abdomen, groaned, staggered back a few steps, and glared at the young monk in blue in front of him and drew his sword and was about to move forward again, but was scolded and stopped.

"Don't be rude!"

The old man who recovered from his senses quickly stopped him. He walked forward in person, looked at the young monk in green, and then bowed solemnly: "I'm rude, but, what does Zunjia mean just now? I wonder if it's clear?"

Seeing the old man bowing, Tang Ning stopped and looked at him, and said leisurely: "You're almost dead."

Listening to this, the old man was no longer as shocked as before, but asked: "Is Zunjia a doctor? I wonder if I can..."

"Life and death have fate, wealth and honor are in heaven, and it is useless to ask me." Tang Ning interrupted him, and walked out without saying anything else.

Not all those who are about to die will be saved.

The old man looked at the figure of the young monk in green and stood quietly for a long time, until after a long time, he withdrew his gaze and sighed. He looked at the sky and murmured and asked in a low voice: "Is God's will really do this?"

"Old ancestor?"

Seeing this, the young man couldn't help but feel a little worried, "Why is the dying person?" The young monk in green said that the ancestor was about to die, what was going on? Is this true?"

One by one, a few questions circling in my heart, but I don’t know how to ask.
Chapter completed!