"Amitabha."

The abbot said lightly and looked at the famous disciples kneeling in front of him, saying, "The new building is high, not a day's work. Now that we are empty, how can we rebuild the temple? It's better for you to go down the mountain first, hang it in other temples, beg for alms everywhere, and wait until the time is right, and then return to the mountain to rebuild the temple. Wouldn't it be better?"

As he said that, he bent down, picked up a bowl that was smoked black from the pile of black things at his feet, walked slowly to Tang Ning, and placed the bowl in her hand: "Take this bowl, take it, go down the mountain!"

Tang Ning looked at the dark bowl in his hand and thought about what the abbot said, but saw that he had turned around and said to the disciples kneeling on the ground: "All up! Each of them took a bowl and went down the mountain!" As he said that, he walked to the stone stool beside him and sat down.

Putting the bowl in his hand into his arms, Tang Ning stepped forward, picked up a small pot of clay pot, ran to the water source to wash it, and then took a full can of clean water...

She came to the abbot with her hands in her arms, and silently handed him the can of water. She took a step back, folded her hands together, and bowed to him.

The abbot held the pottery jar filled with clear water in his hand and looked at the disciple who saluted him in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw that he had finished bowing and turned around and went out.

At this moment, he didn't recognize which disciple this disciple was?

His eyes looked at the other disciples, and when he saw it, he was stunned again.

Two, four, six...eighteen. Eighteen disciples are all here, where did the one just now come from?

The abbot looked down at the clear water in his hand and couldn't help but lose his mind. He saw that the water in the pottery was swaying slightly, and there were more than a dozen golden leaves in it in the clear water...

A few days later, Yunzhongcheng.

On the bustling streets of the city, the thirteen or fourteen-year-old monk looked around with a bowl in his hand, his eyes full of curiosity and interest in the city.

The young monk's exquisite and outstanding appearance was also frequently noticed by people on the street, and there were even people who were kind and generous, stuffed two steamed buns or fruits into her bowl.

This little monk is no one else, it is Tang Ning who left the temple.

After leaving the temple, she found some herbs that detoxify, swelling and anti-inflammatory, mashed and rubbed them all over her body, and took juice to prevent any problems caused by a mouse.

In the past two days, the wounds that were bitten by rats and became inflamed and swollen, have disappeared, but the wounds have not completely disappeared, and some are the whipping marks on their bodies, covering their bodies one by one, and they still feel a faint pain when pressed until the whip marks are pressed.

"We have to get some money to buy medicine to regulate our body!" She whispered, looking at the crowded streets, thinking, where does the money come from?

After walking for a while, she noticed someone following her, turning back inadvertently, her eyes swept across the two sneaky men, lowering her eyes slightly, and a coldness flashed through her eyes.

Although she has a very outstanding appearance, she is dressed as a little monk after all. No matter how she looks, there will be no such person with a human face and beastly heart. However, she didn't expect that not long after entering the city, someone targeted her.

Her pace was still slow, as if she was unaware of it. However, she walked towards the alley where there were fewer people, and when she turned, she lost her trace.

"Where are people?"

Two men from the second level of Qi Refining walked into the alley quickly, but did not see the little monk before.
Chapter completed!