The little boy then opened the door and let the monk come in, and then closed the door.

Tang Ning entered and saw that the room was not big, separated by a room, with a bed on one side, a place to cook, and a shabby wooden table in the middle.

On the side where the bed was placed, an old man was lying on the bed. Because the light in the room was a little dim, Tang Ning couldn't see it clearly, and only smelled the smell of medicine and moisture in the room.

"Cough cough, Xiao An, pour a glass of water for the guest." The old man on the bed coughed, as if he wanted to get up, and the little boy hurried forward to support him.

"fine."

The old man smiled at the little boy and leaned against the head of the bed. Then he saw that the young monk who was looking delicate came in. He couldn't help but laugh: "I didn't expect that it was a little master. Over the years, there have been no Buddhist disciples passing by us, cough."

As the old man sat up, Tang Ning saw that he was just an ordinary mortal, with no cultivation and was terminally ill. She smiled slightly, put her hands together and bowed to him: "The little monk has seen the old donor. The old donor is not in good health, so let's lie down and rest!"

"It's okay, I know my body, it's already this far, and I can't live long, cough cough." He coughed a few more times, and he coughed, as if he couldn't get enough breath, and he might die at any time.

The little boy didn't say anything, just sat next to him and patted his back.

Tang Ning's eyes fell on the little boy again, and the little boy was also very keen. When he saw her looking at him, he stared at her with caution. He had never let go of that kind of alert since she had been in this room.

She bent her eyebrows and smiled at him, but the little boy ran to the side of cooking with a tiger face.

Seeing this, she looked at the old man and asked, "Old man, don't you know what this child is?"

Listening to the little monk's words, the old man raised his heavy eyelids, looked at him, and smiled: "The little master has such a good eye, and he can tell that Xiao An is not my grandson."

Tang Ning didn't say anything, just smiled gently. The little boy was only five or six years old, and his clothes were made of the old man's old clothes, but even so, he could not hide his delicate facial features and the aura in his eyes.

She was just wondering, how could such a child appear here? She is still taking care of such an old man who is like a candle in the wind?

"Actually, I don't know where he came from. I only know that I fell down in the vegetable field that day. The child came out from there. He took water for Lao Ji to drink and took things to protect Lao Ji. Later, he stopped leaving and said he was staying to take care of him. He said he was repaying his kindness. Ahem, I don't know what kind of kindness he wanted to repay, and he didn't say anything to him."

The old man said slowly in a weak voice, occasionally coughing twice, and his eyes fell on the little boy with kindness and gentleness.

"I am so sick that I can't get out of bed these days. It's just him who is taking care of me. If it weren't for him, I'm afraid I can't drink even if I want to drink a little hot water. Cough cough."

Hearing this, Tang Ning nodded, stepped forward and helped him lie down, and said, "Old man, you lie down first, I'll help you, prepare the meal later before calling you."

"Ahem, please trouble me, Master." The old man said, as if he was tired, so he slowly closed his eyes and took a nap.
Chapter completed!