I have been practicing in the ancient temple for three years, but I can't help but fight the king late at night.
My seniors advised me to put down my phone, saying that if I was addicted to the virtual world, I would miss real opportunities.
Until that night, I was hiding in the corner of the Buddhist hall, turning on the dark, and heard the sound of wooden fish with a strange rhythm.
Looking up, the abbot and all the monks in the temple were sitting around the Buddha statue.
The dim light of their mobile phone screens illuminated their solemn faces, and they chanted:
"It's a team fight, it's a team fight! The mage flashes to start the team!"
"What about the jungle? Have you gone to collect Ganoderma lucidum in the jungle?"
An invitation from the abbot's Chinese server account suddenly popped up on my phone: "Donor, sign up."
Blood words slowly appeared on the screen: Don't play.
