Although a long time has passed, he still knows the rules of the Beggar Clan.
These days, if the old beggar hadn't protected him, he might have died in this mountain temple long ago.
This mountain temple is nominally to protect the common people, but ironically, the most people die inside.
During the most difficult times, people died in this mountain temple almost every day. They either starved to death or froze to death, curled up stiffly on the ground, wrapped in straw mats and then randomly thrown into the wilderness.
This is the true meaning of human life.
Lu Yu has just recovered from a serious illness. He has no way to go out to do things, and there is no way to pay the beggar gang's filial piety money.
Although he can have a free meal this time, he will have to go out to work tomorrow. If he does not have the filial piety money, he will be mercilessly kicked out. Not only will he not be able to eat, he will 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 violent wind and rain from outside from sweeping in.
Lu Yu came to the iron pot, gathered together the last few pitiful yellow rice, then swallowed it whole, and then drank all the remaining soup.
In this way, he finally felt full.
"Didn't you see Lao Zhang?" Lu Yu asked in a childish voice.
In this fantasy realm, he is just a child in his early teens.
Lao Zhang is the name of the old beggar. No one knows his real name. Even if they know it, they will not remember it. The name here is just a code, a serious name, maybe not as good as a nickname like "Goudan"
Make people remember it more clearly.
The other beggars ate the porridge from their bowls numbly, without even looking at Lu Yu.
Zhu Zhu raised his head, stared at Lu Yu, and sighed slowly: "Old Zhangtou provoked someone and was beaten to death."
Beaten to death?
Lu Yu was stunned for a moment and soon realized that this was impossible.
Even though Lao Zhangtou's cultivation has been abolished, as a monk, he is still better than a mortal.
The reason why he became a beggar was because he was depressed and no longer wanted to do anything.
Originally, Lao Zhang would not die at this time, but in the illusion, he actually died!
"Where did he die!" Lu Yu said solemnly.
"Just outside the temple, when the rain stops, we will throw him into a mass grave." Zhu Zhu said expressionlessly.
There was no expression on the other people's faces, as if they were just dead ants.
Lu Yu's heart tightened and he ran out quickly.
At this moment, the rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, accompanied by gusts of cold wind, blowing on people's bodies, 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 and say thank you to him countless times.
Unexpectedly, in this illusion, before he could talk to Lao Zhang, he was already dead.
The straw mat wrapped Lao Zhang's body, and rain kept falling on it.
Lu Yu was about to step forward when he suddenly felt several big hands holding him down hard.
"That's right, it's you. You dare to steal our adults' things. 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 officers raised the stick in his hand and hit it hard. Lu Yu felt dizzy in his brain, and then lost consciousness.