Medicinal Immortal

"Yes."

The coachman responded and stepped forward to the door of the broken house, blocking the little monk who was about to step forward: "Go go, stay outside, haven't you seen so many people here? You It's so dirty so as not to smudge other people."

In the ruined house, there were originally more than a dozen people sheltering from wind and rain, a few men with swords around their waists, and a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a young couple and a year old in his arms His child was followed by seven or eight guards and two maids.

Several men with sabers were sitting in the right corner of the ruined house. They seemed to be in a group. In the corner of the house to the right and a little further in, the man in Jinyi was sitting. The place on the left with better shelter from the wind, and the one sitting in the middle. The first-class man.

It says big or small, but it doesn't seem to have much space, but there is still room for her.

However, when her gaze passed by the people inside without a trace, her gaze paused slightly, and she took a closer look, her heart moved slightly, and she wanted to leave! This person has already arrived, and it seems a bit late to leave now.

She sighed in her heart, but she didn't look on her face, holding the hat in one hand and said: "I'll be here to shelter from the wind and rain by the door, and I won't run into other people."

"But I don't think you are pleasing to your eyes, I don't want you to come in to shelter from the wind and rain, what do you say?" The man in Jinyi said idlely, with a domineering appearance of a dude.

The men with swords on the side were just sitting and watching the play, but the middle-aged man on the other side frowned and glanced at the man in Jinyi.

The young couple holding the child also glanced at each other. The woman patted the back of the child in her arms while looking at the middle-aged man, and whispered, "Father, why don't we ask the little master to come and rest? !"

The middle-aged man glanced at the woman, his brows loosened, his face showed a smile, and he nodded slightly. Then he looked at the stopped young monk and said: "Little master, come and rest here! Make room for it and you can still sit down."

Hearing this, Tangning curled her eyebrows, put the hat between her hands, and gave them a Buddhist ceremony: "Amitabha, thank you for the donor."

Seeing that those people actually let the monk go to rest, the coachman didn't dare to stop him for a while. He looked back at his son, a little nervous.

Tangning stepped in and muttered like self-talking: "If your clothes are dirty, you can wash them. If you have a heart, you can't wash it anymore."

Hearing this, everyone in the ruined house looked different. They all looked at the dirty and wet little monk, but the man in brocade clothes heard this, but his face was ugly, his fists were tight, but he was jealous. The middle-aged man waited for someone and put up with the thought of making trouble for the little monk.

"Little master, sit here! There is no wind at all here." The middle-aged man waved his hand and asked Tangning to sit next to him.

Tangning paused and said, "Thank you for the donor, but my clothes are all wet and muddy water is splashed again. It's messy. I'll just sit here by the door."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Hehehe, it’s okay. Didn’t the little master say it? If your clothes are dirty, just wash them. Your clothes are all wet. I don’t think you are carrying any baggage. , I’ll let you get a piece of clothing for you to change, so as not to catch a cold and get sick.”