Listen to whether you are talking or silently chanting in your heart, it will fall into her ears with the power of faith.

"Master Tang, please bless my daughter to marry a good family..."

"Master Tang, my wife has given birth to seven sons. We must bless this baby as a daughter..."

"Master Tang, bless my son to find a good job when he goes to the city and meet a good boss..."

"Master Tang, please bless my family with peace and safety, no disasters or difficulties..."

"Teacher Tang..."

Tang Ning listened in the statue, watching some leave after worshiping, and also watching some with signs and shake the signs there with signs. The day passed again. In the statue, she closed her eyes and repaired her soul with diligence, day after day, until half a month passed.

On the evening of that day, an old monk walked into the temple and looked at the statue of Master Tang sitting cross-legged and folded his hands, and raised his hand and said softly.

"Amitabha."

Old monk!

Tang Ning, who closed her eyes and rested in the statue, couldn't help but lit up when he saw the old monk coming in. However, her soul had not yet been repaired, and her voice could not be heard through her spiritual sense at all. She could only look at the old monk and blinked desperately.

The old monk looked at Master Tang's golden body and smiled relieved. He watched the little bit of faith floating into her golden body, and also saw the golden body in front of him blinking at him.

"It's good that you're still here."

The old monk laughed and looked at Tang Ning's golden body and said, "You are a person of heaven and have great fortune, so how could you die so easily?"

Tang Ning couldn't speak, but she was blinking, wanting to ask him how Mo Ye and the others were doing? Want to ask him why he came here? Want to ask him if he told her grandfather and the others? But he couldn't ask anything.

"You only have a wisp of soul left now, right? Look at you like this, your soul is still broken and trapped in this golden body? Yes, Mo Ye's fate is already very human to change. The death disaster should be on him, and it is a life-long life. In addition, the two disasters of advancement to the Feixian are to be borne by two disasters. If you hadn't suffered for him, he would have lost his soul."

The old monk walked up to sit on the mat in front, took out the wine gourd and took a sip of the wine, and said, "You have suffered this disaster for him, broken his destiny, and ended up being broken in the soul and body. Everything has a cause and a result, and it is destined."

Tang Ning rolled his eyes.

When the old monk saw it, he laughed and said, "Don't roll your eyes, after all, you are a god. You are worshipped and incense. If someone sees you rolling your eyes here, you won't be scared to death?"

The old man who was in charge of guarding here, listening to someone's muttering and didn't know what he was saying, then walked up to see an old monk sitting there drinking wine while talking to himself.

"Master, who are you?"

The old monk looked back and laughed at the old man, "Monk, I am the new master of signature here."

"Master of signature?"

The old man was slightly stunned. He looked at the old monk wearing a simple gray dress, but he spoke with alcohol. His expression and behavior did not look like a monk who was a Taoist monk, but instead he looked like those monks who were drunk and meat.

"Master, we don't need it here. There are stalls for signing outside." The old man said, pointing outside the temple.
Chapter completed!