As soon as the daughter of the Prime Minister opened her mouth, there was a scholar at the foot of the mountain who needed help, how could the monk in the temple think that this incident had not happened.

However, on such a vicious day, it is really a loss to go down the mountain to help a poor scholar come up.

Therefore, the monks with high seniority are reluctant to go.

These twelve or thirteen-year-old little monks, who were relatively young, were rejected by their senior brothers and asked him to work as coolies.

For this reason, as soon as the little monk saw the tall and tall steps, he immediately came to such a sentence.

Bu Zhanfeng listened to the words of the little monk, and his originally dry throat became even more uncomfortable.

Since you know that you are too small to help others, why don't you let others come!

"I believe that the donor will not embarrass the little monk, the donor or go up the mountain and enter the temple by himself, and the little monk is watching you from the side."

The little monk has been in Fahua Temple for a while, and many things, under the influence of those senior brothers, have already understood that people are divided into three, six, nine and so on.

Although Bu Zhanfeng looks dignified, it is a pity that he is dressed ordinarily, and there is not even a scholar by his side, so he knows at a glance that he is not from a rich and noble family.

I'm afraid, I'm afraid, this is still a poor scholar, and he doesn't have much silver on him.

The little monk suddenly felt angry in his heart, and the donors and brothers who had made a generous contribution received them.

The benefactor he received on this day was a poor scholar with no money, and the senior brother was really good or bad, and he would only bully him!

"Little Master, Xiao Sheng's foot is twisted, and he really can't walk, can you take a hand?"

Bu Zhanfeng made the bitter meat trick realistic, this is a real twist, not a fake twist.

If Bu Zhanfeng had walked strongly, he knew that it was really possible to break his foot.

"I still hope that the donor will not be strong, the little monk is young, can the donor bear to hurt the little monk?"

Of course, the little monk was not happy, for fear that he would be crushed by Bu Zhanfeng.

"The monks take the cup of compassion as their bosom, since the little master saw that I was really injured and helped me, why not. Little Master, just rest assured, it won't hurt you. ”

Bu Zhanfeng gritted his teeth and said, not understanding how this little monk could be so difficult.

"Amitabha, such a little monk will help you."

The little monk stretched out a hand and gave way to Zhan Feng.

Bu Zhanfeng gritted his teeth, jumped next to the little monk, and leaned half of his body towards the little monk.

The little monk smiled, and then walked forward quickly.

Bu Zhanfeng twisted one foot, and his walking was not balanced at all, and the little monk walked so fast that Bu Zhanfeng couldn't keep up at all.

Faced with the little monk's embarrassment, Bu Zhanfeng's face turned green.

Even in Kyoto, he had never been treated like this, and he couldn't imagine that a little monk in Huafa Temple would dare to look at him with a face.

Bu Zhanfeng was a refusal to admit defeat, and after feeling the little monk's deliberate embarrassment, he just kept up with the little monk's footsteps.

You must know that Bu Zhanfeng is a person who practices martial arts, and the little monk's embarrassment is really not taken into account.

It's just that the little monk's contemptuous attitude annoyed Bu Zhanfeng.

After entering the temple, Bu Zhanfeng asked to stay again.

The little monk didn't say a word, so he took Bu Zhanfeng to find a place to live.

"There are fewer vacant wings, but there is one more here, you can go in."

The little monk pushed open the door of a room and said to Bu Zhanfeng.

Bu Zhanfeng thought about it, then took out a dozen cents from his arms and stuffed it into the little monk's hand.

This bit of a human accident, Bu Zhanfeng still understands.