Chapter 6033: The survival of the fittest

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

A promise was a promise, and the fat monk let someone recheck it all around.

It was confirmed that there was no change, and then the monk was greeted to continue sleeping.

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

Bu Sheng Lian should stand up and point to Ling Luoyu calmly: "You, stay here and continue praying, you guys, follow me in!"

Among the few people, he was the only one who had a better understanding of Treasure Box City.

So he was elected as the leader.

After the little monk invited a few people in, he politely sent 10,000 hot tea to Ling Luoyu.

"Donor, this is our temple's own tea and soup, which quenches thirst and hunger. It's still some time before dawn. You can eat some first.

Ling Luoyu thanked him and took it with both hands.

Seeing the little monk about to leave, he hurriedly called out: "Little master..."

"Is there anything the donor has?"

"Little master, I am..."

She glanced behind the little monk with a look of embarrassment.

"Well, if our master knows that I am lazy to drink tea, he will definitely scold me again. Can you ask the little master to stay with me for a while? That way, if my master comes out and sees me like this, the little master can also help Let me explain."

The little monk suddenly showed sympathy, folded his hands together and said the Buddha's name, and sat down beside her.

"Donor, the one who went in just now has a sick leg, is that your master?"

"Yes..." Ling Luoyu took a sip of the tea with a sad expression on his face: "You have also seen that among the few of us, he has bad legs and feet, so this...in my heart, there are... bad emotions. , I was even more angry when I saw us like this, that, little master, I said this, you know?"

The little monk probably didn't understand, his face was stunned.

But when asked, he nodded.

Ling Luoyu couldn't, so he pointed to his own brain again: "His person, there is something wrong here, he can't look at others with good arms and legs, so he is trying to make things difficult for us, the kind of bones in the egg..."

"Oh……"

The little monk nodded suddenly: "Understood. Understood. He is upset in his heart, so he will change the Fa to find you trouble..."

"Yes, yes, that's it..." Ling Luoyu held the tea and took another sip, pitifully: "If we are like this, holding other people's bowls, we will be under the control of others. There is no way...oh, or Good for you monks, the four are empty, unlike us, who have to be bullied and enslaved for a little money..."

"Um, actually we..." The little monk stopped talking, glanced at the temple, and said nothing.

Ling Luoyu understood, but pretended not to know, followed his gaze and looked at him, widening his eyes: "What's wrong? You... won't something like me happen?"

In fact, no matter which world or place you are in, the principle of the weak and the strong will always exist.

This is the case in the beast world, not to mention the human race, they are playing tricks.

Here, whoever has a strong fist, who has a strong power, and whose waist is strong, has the right to decide.

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

Survival of the fittest!

Only those tough people can survive in this tyrannical world.