Medicinal Immortal

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

Tangning entered, and saw that the room was not too big. A room was separated, with a bed on one side, a cooking place on the other, and a dilapidated wooden table in the middle.

On the side of the bed, there was an old man lying on the bed. Because the light in the room was a bit dim, Tangning couldn't see clearly, only smelling the smell of medicine and humidity in the room.

"Ahem, Xiaoan, pour a glass of water for the guests." The old man on the bed coughed, as if he wanted to get up, the little boy hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"It's okay."

The old man smiled at the little boy, leaning on the bedside, only then saw that a delicate little monk came in, he couldn’t help but laughed: "I didn’t expect to be a little master. In these years, there has been no Buddha. My disciple passes by us, cough."

As the old man sat up, Tang Ning saw that he was just an ordinary mortal, with no cultivation skills, and already dying ill. She smiled slightly, folded her hands and bowed to him: "The little monk has seen the old donor, and the old donor is unwell, let's lie down and rest!"

"It's okay, I know that my body has reached this point, and it won't last long, cough cough cough." He coughed again, and coughed up, as if he couldn't catch up with the upper breath. The breath is generally dead.

The little boy didn't speak, just sat next to him and patted him on the back.

Tangning's gaze fell on the little boy again. The little boy was also very keen. Seeing her looking at him, he stared at her defensively. He hadn't let go of the guard since she started in this room. .

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

Seeing this, she looked at the old man and asked: "Old man, I wonder if this child is?"

Listening to the little monk's words, the old man raised his heavy eyelids and glanced at him, revealing a smile: "The little master has good eyesight, and he can see that Xiao An is not an old grandson."

Tangning didn't speak, but smiled gently. The little boy was only five or six years old, and his clothes were changed from the old man's old clothes, but even so, he could not conceal his delicate features and the aura in his eyes.

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

"Actually, the old man didn’t know where he came from. He only knew that he fell down in the vegetable field that day. The boy didn’t know where he came out. He took water for the old man to drink and gave him something to shade him. After leaving, he said that he would stay and take care of him. He said it was a gratitude, cough cough, the old man didn’t know what kind of gratitude he wanted to repay, so he didn’t say anything when he asked him.

The old man spoke slowly in a weak voice, occasionally coughing slightly, his gaze fell on the little boy with kindness and gentleness.

"The old man can't get out of bed these days because he is taking care of him by his side. If it weren't for him, I'm afraid he can't drink hot water even if he wants to drink."

Hearing this, Tangning nodded, stepped forward to help him lie down, and said, "Old man, you lie down first, I'll help, and I'll call you after you're ready to cook."

"Cough cough, trouble little master." The old man said, seemingly tired, so he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After helping the old man to cover the quilt, Tangning walked to the other side, and she couldn't help but smile when she looked at the vigilant little boy.