Immediately afterwards.

Li Kui walked up to the middle-aged monk, helped him up, and asked, "Are you okay?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Thank you, thank you donor."

The middle-aged monk stood up with the help of Li Kui's arm and subconsciously put his hands together to express his thanks.

Unexpectedly, something in his arms fell down, and it was those bags of pork.

Zhou An, who was on the side, naturally saw it too. He first looked at the pork on the ground, and then looked at the monk twice, with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.

"Master, let me send you and your two apprentices up the mountain."

There was nothing strange on Li Kui's face. He checked the monk's injuries and found that they were not serious.

"Sorry for the trouble, donor."

The middle-aged monk reached out and wiped the blood on his mouth with his monk's robe, revealing a wry smile.

Afterwards, Li Kui sent these monks up the mountain.

…

…

Almost half an hour.

A temple located halfway up the mountain appeared in front of Li Kui.

Ordinary, even a little rundown.

Pushing open the vermilion temple door with its paint peeling off badly.

A green brick road appears in front of you. Directly in front is the Mahavira Hall, with a statue of Sakyamuni Buddha that is as desolate as the temple gate.

The people inside probably heard the sound, and a young novice monk ran out.

"Master is back."

"Master is back!"

But when he ran over happily and saw the miserable state of his master and senior brother, he was immediately dumbfounded.

Hot tears rolled in my eyes, and I burst out crying.

At this moment, the quiet temple suddenly came to life.

A dozen children wearing ill-fitting gray monk robes ran out, and several pregnant women could be seen behind.

Li Kui looked at this situation and blinked.

Zhou An behind him was even more confused.

The master monk sighed: "Donor, let's talk after we go in."

"Um."

Li Kui now understood a little bit and nodded slightly.
Chapter completed!