Ye Chenfeng's eyes were a little more confused. He didn't know what the rules of Shaolin Temple were, but it was quite late. This group of young monks should be in the temple, so why did they come here to beg for alms?

Beware of Ye Chenfeng's occupational disease. Ye Chenfeng looked at it several times and confirmed that the group of young monks did not have any threats. He then breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Qingxue likes these little monks very much. The little monks also have a good impression of Chu Qingxue, and a few of them are talking and laughing.

Although I am in Buddhism, I am still a child after all.

"Senior Brother Wuying!"

Suddenly, several young monks shouted in surprise.

I saw a monk about thirteen or fourteen years old walking quickly, with a cold face, giving people a gloomy feeling.

"Senior Brother Wuying see what we have transformed into? This female donor is really kind!"

The young monks happily showed off to their senior brother the money they had just been begging for alms from Chu Qingxue.

Monk Wuying ignored them. He first looked at Chu Qingxue.

Congratulations to the Chinese team for destroying South Korea!
Chapter completed!