Fang Zutang, a son of an aristocratic family, had to become a bandit, a monk, a sailor or a general if he could not be a good son.
Anyway, I just don't want to be my father's or elder brother's treasure.
When I was a monk, I happened to meet a young senior brother who accepted death——Congmo
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"Little Master, it's my first day here. I don't know the rules in your temple. I didn't eat much during the day and I'm really hungry now. Little Master, please be accommodating. I don't care about steamed buns, porridge or anything like that, as long as it fills my stomach."
Zu Tang endured his hunger and spoke politely, but Cong Mo could tell he was unhappy.
"What little master? Didn't you listen to what master said today? You just came here, and you came later than me. You have to call me senior brother. Also, what about your temple? You entered Bailong Temple and became our junior brother, so you have to call us our temple."
"No! Gotta! Eat!"
(`゚Д゚´)ゞ(`゚Д゚´)ゞ(`゚Д゚´)ゞ(`゚Д゚´)ゞ(`゚Д゚´)ゞ
I didn't listen to a word of the important words, but I found a lot of faults in the unimportant words.
This is the first day, what should I do in the future?
(╥╯^╰╥)(╥╯^╰╥)(╥╯^╰╥)(╥╯^╰╥)(╥╯^╰╥)
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Good language and good content