Chapter 62: Afraid of not waiting

Tangning couldn't help but stay in a daze when he heard him talk about the cause and effect. Is she still alive in Buddhism? Thinking of the old monk saying that he had been in the Profound Dragon Kingdom for more than ten years, he couldn't help but sympathize with him.
She was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was reborn in this body some time ago, but he found it here more than ten years ago. Can he find it?
"But even if you take me there now, I can't do anything! Besides, you have been looking for more than ten years, and it is not too bad to wait a year or a half for me to finish all the things here!" When she is so weak now, what could she do in the past? Going to the place where there are cultivators, she can live for three months?
"Monk, I can't wait!" He sighed softly, as if murmured, and his voice was as soft as a sigh. Even Tangning, who was sitting next to him, could not hear him clearly because of the wind around the aircraft. Say what.
"What did you say?" Tangning asked again.
The old monk looked at her with a kind smile: "You are an odd number of destiny and a person favored by the heavens. I will take you back to the host to meet and let them know that you are alone, and I will be relieved of the monk. "
Hearing this, Tangning looked at him and said, "According to what you said, then you can't tie me like this. Besides, now that I'm on the aircraft, you should release me first, right? Want to tie me up all the way?"
"Okay, monk, I'll help you untie it, but you have to remember, don't think about slipping away, it's impossible to run away under the monk's nose." During the speech, he moved his hand and retracted the rope.
Tangning rubbed his wrist, glanced at him sideways, and laughed: "Impossible? Didn't I slip under your nose last time?"
"That's because the monk I didn't take precautions. This time is naturally different." He took off the wine gourd around his waist and took a sip. He looked into the distance with joy in his eyes: "I haven't returned to the monastery for more than ten years. I wonder if anyone recognizes me as a monk?"
Looking at the expectation and joy in the monk's eyes, Tangning smiled, lying on the aircraft and looking at the blue sky and white clouds, while looking at the aircraft, and asked, "Old monk, how come your aircraft looks like a bowl?"
"Hehe, this is just a small magic weapon. It will fly occasionally. It has no offensive power and defense power. It is also good to have a monk like me."
As he said, he took another sip of the wine in the gourd, stroked his eyebrows with one hand, and smiled: "This gourd is the fairy gourd picked by our brothers and sisters when they entered the Buddhist holy land for their experience. If this fairy gourd is used for wine, That was one time you can hold a thousand catties, and the gourd is self-producing, and ordinary wine can be cultivated into spiritual wine, the longer the wine, the more mellow."
"Not only that, it is also a good defensive weapon. It is a blessing to have such a weapon in the past. However, if there is a chance in the future, I will take you to the Holy Land for a trip. Maybe with your luck, it can also Picked a fairy gourd." When the voice fell, he threw the gourd in his hand over: "You taste this spirit wine."
Tangning caught it, and squeezed the gourd in her hand. It felt very light and not heavy. When she shook it lightly, there was a faint sound of water surging inside. She smelled the wine inside, and it was really mellow, and she raised her head. After pouring a sip of spirit wine into his throat, he felt aura flowing through his body, very comfortable.