Princess Against the World

But the thunder that seemed to split the earth just now was heard for the first time.

A promise was a promise, but the fat monk still asked people to check the surroundings again.

After confirming that nothing had changed, he asked the monk to continue sleeping.

However, he asked the young monk to come out and invited a few people to rest in the temple.

Bu Shenglian responded, stood up, and pointed at Ling Luoyu calmly: "You, stay here and continue to pray. You guys, follow me in!"

Among the few people, he is the only one who knows a lot about things in Treasure Box City.

So he was elected as the leader.

After the young monk invited a few people in, he politely brought Ling Luoyu 10,000 pieces of hot soup and tea.

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

Ling Luoyu thanked him and took it with both hands.

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

"Donor, is there anything else?"

"Little master, I am..."

She glanced behind Xiao Monk with a look of embarrassment on her face.

"Well, if our master finds out that I am lazy to drink tea, he will definitely scold me again. Can you please ask the young master to accompany me here for a while? In this way, if my master comes out and sees me like this, the young master can also help me. Let me explain."

The young monk suddenly looked sympathetic, clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist chant, and sat down next to her.

"Donor, the one who went in just now, the one with the leg disease, is your master?"

"Yes..." Ling Luoyu took a sip of soup and tea, with a sad face: "You have also seen that among the few of us, he is the only one with bad legs and feet, so... there are some... bad emotions in his heart. , he became even more angry when he saw us like this, um, little master, let me say this, do you understand?"

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

But when asked, he still nodded.

Ling Luoyu had no choice but to point to his own brain again: "There's something wrong with him. He doesn't like other people's good arms and legs, so he tries every means to make things difficult for us. He's the kind of nitpicker..."

"oh……"

Only then did the young monk suddenly realize and nodded: "I understand, I understand. He will find ways to cause trouble for you because he is unhappy..."

"Yes, yes, that's it..." Ling Luoyu held the tea and took another sip, saying pitifully: "We are like this, holding other people's bowls, we have to be controlled by others, there is nothing we can do... Oh, still You monks have nothing to gain, unlike us, who have to be bullied and enslaved by others just for a little money..."

"Well, actually we..." The young monk hesitated, glanced at the temple, and remained silent.

Ling Luoyu understood, but pretended not to know, followed his line of sight, and widened his eyes: "What's wrong? You... won't something like me happen to you, right?"

In fact, no matter which world or place we are in, the law of the jungle will always exist.

This is still the case in the world of beasts, let alone the human race. What they play is scheming.

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

Even if it is a temple that is regarded as a pure place for Buddhism, it cannot escape this law of the game.

Survival of the fittest!

Only those who are tough can survive in this tyrannical world.