Lu Yu was the last one to walk over.

Although it has been a long time, he still knows the rules of the Beggars' Sect.

On these days, if the old beggar had not protected him, he would have died in this mountain temple long ago.

This mountain temple is nominally intended to protect the people, but ironically, the most people died in it.

At the most difficult time, almost every day, people die in this mountain temple. They either starve to death or freeze to death, their whole body is stiff and curled up on the ground, wrapped in straw mats and thrown into the wilderness.

This is the real life of human beings.

Lu Yu has just recovered from a serious illness and has no way to go out to do things, so he has no way to pay the filial piety money from the Beggars' Sect.

Although he could have a free meal this time, he would have to go out to work tomorrow. If he had no filial piety, he would be ruthlessly driven out. Not only would he not even have enough food, but he would not even have the right to continue living here.

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Although this mountain temple is a bit dilapidated, it can still block the wind and rain and prevent the strong wind and rain from sweeping in outside.

Lu Yu came to the iron pot, gathered the last little poor yellow rice left together, then swallowed it whole, and then drank all the remaining soup.

In this way, he finally felt a little full.

"Didn't you see Lao Zhang?" Lu Yu asked in a tender voice.

In this fantasy, he was just a child in his early teenage years.

Lao Zhang is the name of the old beggar. No one knows what his real name is. Even if he knows it, he will not remember it. The name here is just a code, a serious name, and perhaps not as good as a nickname like "Goudan".

It makes people remember it more clearly.

The other beggars numbly ate the porridge in the bowl, not even looking at Lu Yu.

Zhuzi raised his head, stared at Lu Yu, and sighed slowly: "Old Zhang didn't know who he provoked, and he was beaten to death."

Being beaten to death?

Lu Yu was stunned for a moment and soon realized that this was impossible.

Even though Old Zhang's cultivation level was abolished, as a monk, he was still better than mortals.

The reason why he is a beggar is because he is depressed and no longer wants to do anything.

Originally, Lao Zhang would not have died at this time, but in the illusion, he actually died!

"Where is he dead!" Lu Yu said in a deep voice.

"Just outside the temple, I will throw him to the mass grave when the rain stops later." Zhuzi said expressionlessly.

There was no expression on the other people's faces, as if only an ant had died.

Lu Yu's heart tightened and he hurriedly ran out.

At this moment, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there were gusts of cold wind blowing on people, making people feel cold in their hearts.

Lu Yu ran outside the mountain temple and happened to see a straw mat, and his heart suddenly trembled.

He wanted to see Lao Zhang again countless times and thanked him.

Unexpectedly, in this illusion, he was already dead before he could talk to Lao Zhang.

The straw mat wrapped around Lao Zhang's body, and rain kept hitting it.

Lu Yu was about to step forward when he suddenly felt several big hands pressing him hard.

"That's right, it's you. You dare to steal things from us. I really don't know how death is written."

Lu Yu turned around and saw several officials staring at him with ferocious faces.

One of the officials raised the stick in his hand and smashed it hard. Lu Yu felt dizzy in his brain, and then he lost consciousness.
Chapter completed!