In addition to them, two monks in the cave last time were also there.

However, their status is not high, and the Buddhist temple is just an unknown small mountain temple, so it sits on the last table.

"Hmph! When we were fighting in the cave, these people didn't know where they were."

Zixu held the chopsticks in his mouth and said angrily.

As soon as she entered the door, she noticed the little monk sitting at the back.

The old monk took the relics of many ancestors of his temple to the underground cave.

Although it was not useful in the end, the contribution was not small.

His contribution was insignificant, but he sat in the most important position with his identity as a Maoshan disciple.

This made her feel very unbalanced.

"Master, this is not fair!"

However, Old Dao Lin ate the peanuts before the meal and said calmly:
Chapter completed!