But it was the first time I heard the thunder that seemed to be able to split the earth.

I agreed, and the fat monk still asked someone to check the surroundings again.

I was sure there was no change, so I called the monk to continue sleeping.

However, the monk was asked to come out and invite a few people to rest in the temple.

Bu Shenglian should have stood up and pointed at Ling Luoyu calmly: "You, stay here and continue praying. You guys, come in with me!"

Among the few people, only he knows more about the matter of Baobo City.

So he was elected as the leader.

After the little monk invited a few people in, he politely brought Ling Luoyu ten thousand hot soup tea.

"Donor, this is the soup and tea cooked by our temple. It quenches thirst and hunger. It's still some time before dawn, so you can eat some first."

Ling Luoyu thanked him and took it with both hands.

Seeing that the little monk was about to leave, he quickly called out: "Little Master..."

"The donor has something to do?"

"My little master, I am..."

She glanced at the monk, looking embarrassed.

"Well, if our master knows that I'm lazy to drink tea, he will definitely scold me again. Can you ask the little master to accompany me here for a while? In this way, if my master comes out and sees me like this, the little master can also explain it to me."

The little monk immediately looked sympathetic, closed his hands and recited the Buddha's name, and sat down beside her.

"Donor, the one who just entered, who had a disease in his legs, is your master?"

"Yes..." Ling Luoyu took a sip of tea and looked worried: "You also saw that among us, he had poor legs and feet, so... he felt a little... bad in his heart. When he saw us like this, he was even more angry. That, little master, I said this, do you understand?"

The little monk probably didn't understand and looked confused.

But when asked, he nodded.

Ling Luoyu couldn't, so he had to point to his brain again: "He has something wrong with him here and can't see others with good arms and legs, so he just tried every means to make things difficult for us, and he was the kind of person who picked the bones in the eggs..."

"oh……"

The little monk then suddenly realized and nodded: "I understand, I understand, he will cause trouble for you because he is unhappy..."

"Yes, yes, that's it..." Ling Luoyu held the tea and took another sip, pitiful: "If we are like this, holding other people's bowls, we will be controlled by others. There is no way... Alas, it's better for you monks. All four are empty. Unlike us, we will be bullied and enslaved by others for a little money..."

"That, actually we..." The little monk wanted to speak but stopped, glanced at the temple and kept silent.

Ling Luoyu understood, but pretended not to know, looked at him in his sight, widened his eyes: "What's wrong? You... can't something like me happen, right?"

In fact, no matter where the world or where the place is, the principle of the strong prey on the weak will always exist.

This is the case in the world of beasts, let alone human races. They are playing tricks on their minds and power.

Here, whoever has a strong fist and a strong force, will have the right to decide.

Even if it is regarded as a pure Buddhist temple, it cannot escape this game rule.

Survive the fittest!

Only those tough people can survive in this powerful world.
Chapter completed!