God's hexagram favorite concubine

Chapter 1125 You Poor Smelly Monks
"Don't touch me, young master, you poor, smelly monks." Fan Wenchang had shown disgust since he stepped into the temple. At this moment, his arm was accidentally touched by a monk, and he immediately jumped three feet high, screaming like It's like a rooster crowing.

The monk was not angry when he was rejected, he just smiled shyly, and then left silently.

After Xia Zishang thanked the monk who served him the meal, he took the chopsticks, lowered his head and began to eat seriously.

Tonight's vegetarian meal is noodles made of wild vegetables, which taste very light and refreshing.

Before the second level, all the food was cold and hard. When Xia Zishang saw the hot noodles, his stomach felt a strong sense of hunger, and the chopsticks in his hands kept coming. Seriously eat.

Gong Wuxie lowered her eyes and glanced at the poor wild vegetable noodles.

After lightly pursing her lips, Gong Wuxie finally picked up the chopsticks and began to eat gracefully.

Everyone present lived a rich life outside the tower. Compared with the food outside the tower, the things in front of them were indeed a bit shabby.

But the next three meals a day were like this for seven days in a row, so everyone had to accept their fate and eat with chopsticks.

"Young master, just take a bite, it tastes pretty good." Xiao Ge, the little follower next to Fan Wenchang, held the noodle bowl and persuaded him.

"Don't eat, don't eat, don't eat! This young master is starving to death, and he won't eat this kind of pig food!" Fan Wenchang's voice was very loud, almost screaming at the top of his lungs.

For a moment, the entire cafeteria was silent, and all the monks stopped what they were doing, looking at Fan Wenchang quietly.

Even Xia Zishang couldn't help but look up at Fan Wenchang.

There was a cold mist in the phoenix eyes, Xia Zishang hadn't seen such a beating person for a long time.

"What are you looking at? A group of poor monks, what kind of shit are they eating! Look at it, look at it, is this clear soup with little water, is it something that people can eat?" Fan Wenchang loudly disliked it with an exaggerated expression.

"What on earth do you mean! If you don't eat it, don't eat it, why are you sick of us!" Among the crowd, a woman in a black dress said with a cold face to Fan Wenchang.

"Hmph, who are you to me, you actually want to control me?" Fan Wenchang glanced at the woman's plain appearance indifferently, and said disdainfully.

After Fan Wenchang said this, he stood up unhappily and wanted to leave this horrible place.

However, Jin He, who had been sitting beside Fan Wenchang in silence all this time, suddenly stretched out his palm and grabbed Fan Wenchang's wrist.

Jin He's hand was pale and very thin, but it was such a hand that held Fan Wenchang so tightly that he couldn't move for a moment.

"My benefactor, our temple has a rule that no one can waste food. Therefore, please sit down and eat well." Jin He persuaded with a smile, his tone as cold as ice.

The smiles on the faces of the surrounding monks all disappeared completely, and they all stared at Fan Wenchang viciously with their dull eyes widened.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Fan Wenchang's back, and he couldn't shake Jin He's hand with all his strength, "I, I won't eat, what can you do to me?"

Jin He tilted his head, suddenly smiled strangely, approached Fan Wenchang and asked, "Do you know what happens if you don't obey the rules?"

"Hee hee hee, hee hee hee..." Before Jinhe finished speaking, the monks around him laughed, their eyes were empty, they circled the table where Xia Zishang and the seven people were sitting, staring at them Stop laughing, the scalp of the person who laughs is numb.

(End of this chapter)