"Step this blind man to death!" the old monk said angrily.

"Forget it, he has half his life left, why bother to dirty your feet?" said the old man who swept the floor, pulling him and not letting him forward. If he really makes a fuss, he can't explain it clearly!

The old monk looked at him and said, "You are right. I don't need to make up anyway. He will die today. Let's go inside."

The middle-aged man recovered from the shock and stepped forward to help his son up and wanted to escape. However, the men in black had already broken back and blocked them when they heard the sound.

However, they did not take action immediately, but looked at the old monk.

"Why do I do when I look at them? I don't know them. I don't care whether they are dead or alive. Just don't dirty this place." The old monk snorted.

"Okay! I'll listen to the master." The man in black in the head said, and told the people below: "Don't dirty this place, take it away first!"

Seeing them being captured, the sweeper couldn't help but sigh: "This time I guess I'm doomed."

"If such a person dies, he will die, and keeping it will be a disaster." The old monk said, walking inside.

On the other side, the old woman and her son went home, but met a horse running wildly on the road. In order to save his mother, the man was kicked to faint by the horse, and was seriously injured by the horse's hooves. He was sent to the clinic for treatment. As for what the old monk said, as long as he did not die, it would be a trivial matter...

The next morning, the old monk was still drinking wine without any trouble, watching the incense burners making wishes. At this time, he felt a gaze falling on him and looked at the place of his eyes. When he saw that person, a strange color flashed across his eyes.

Looking at Master Tang's golden body, she saw that she was not moving, as if she was repairing the soul and underworld cultivation, so she stood up and said to the sweeper who was helping with offerings on the side: "I'll go back, look here."

"Okay." The old man who swept the floor responded, didn't care. He helped put the offerings and put some of the offerings left by the pilgrims aside.

Later, the old monk came in and came to the stone table and said, "Come out!"

A black figure walked out and bowed respectfully to the old monk: "I've seen the master in secret."

The old monk glanced at the man in black clothes in front of him, raised his hand to set up the soundproof barrier, and then asked: "I remember you are the person next to Ye Wang Moye, why did you come here?"

"I have been secretly searching for the whereabouts of Master Tang on my master for more than half a year. Because my master gave me a special explanation, I asked me to go back to the mortal land to inquire, so I have not been here until today." I spoke, looking at the old monk in front of me. Although he had no expression on his face, if I looked closely, I could vaguely see that the expression in Anyi's eyes was unconcealed with excitement.

"Seeing the master here, I think Master Tang should be here too, right? I dare ask Master Tang, how is Master Tang now?"

The old monk glanced at him, touched his head and said, "How come your master thinks that Tang Ning is not dead yet? Don't they say that she didn't even leave her body?"
Chapter completed!