"The master is serving him in front of the old man and discussing the closure of the temple."

"I see! Hold on first. Don't let the refugees break through the gate of our temple, or we will all starve to death in this disaster!"

With that, he ran towards the back hall without looking back. At this time, when the eldest martial brother and the master were participating in meditation, the two people were still and wanted to stay together for an hour.

But when Zhu Yuanzhang ran to the back hall, he found that his eldest martial brother had already heard his cry. At the same time, some nervous teachers settled down and waited for him at the door of the hall.

"Forced back by refugees?"

"Back."

Looking at Zhu Yuanzhang with a drooping mind, Gu Zheng then asked, "how many refugees go up the mountain?"

"A hundred or two."

"Is there a strong man among them?"

"None, mostly villagers with families around."

"But those who are in a hurry and helpless, who are desperate and come to seek protection?"

"Yes, but our temple."

"You don't have to worry about it. After you leave here, you are no longer a person in the temple."

"Only by opening up the pattern can we do bigger things."

"What's more, this temple can accommodate only one or two hundred ordinary people like you, the Lord of the world. Why is it difficult for this temple?"

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was inexplicably ashamed of Gu Zheng's calmness, learned the ability to hide his happiness and anger from this day on.

Now he just wants to understand what his senior brother should do under such a crisis.

But in a few seconds, he knew that he had been worrying blindly.

Because his elder martial brother didn't want to hide, but led the remaining monks to the gate of Huangjue temple, just like the pilgrims, quietly waiting for the arrival of the ragged surrounding refugees.

In this situation, on the contrary, those victims who have already done a good job of attacking the temple and fighting for a chance of life for themselves are stunned on the empty mountain road only ten steps away from the gate of Huangjue temple.

No one dares to take the lead, and no one dares to say a word.

They were just a little awed and even regretted that they had come so far, but they were so deadlocked.

Gu Zheng, who was really carrying several monks behind him, had a strong aura. At this time, he was only wearing a bright yellow monk's robe. He was still carrying Bodhi for a moment, full of compassion and compassion.

But his surroundings are inexplicably shrouded in the atmosphere of indifference to life and death.

Suddenly, such a quiet confrontation was broken in an instant.

Because a gust of mountain wind blew, it formed a rotation around Gu Zheng. Those air currents seemed to particularly favor him. They just passed by him and blew his monk's clothes, but they didn't touch his body.

The more so, the more afraid ordinary people are.

What's more, under the influence of Gu Zheng's opening the mountain gate for so many months, the people around here naturally understand the effectiveness of Huangjue temple.

And the monks here are more capable than the small temple next to them.

It's not nice to say. If they weren't forced to have no way to live, they wouldn't want to move in the direction of the temple.

Moreover, most of the people who can appear here are still convinced of Huangjue temple.

They just want to come here and ask, do they still have a job under such a disaster?

Therefore, when hearing the compassionate inquiry of the lustless master who took a step forward, many young and old believers burst into tears.

"I know the chaos at the foot of the mountain. I set a date for closing the mountain three days ago."

"I'm waiting in front of this temple for believers who are destined to our temple to meet the introduction of the mountain, close the mountain and lock the road to tide over the difficulties."

"I don't know, benefactor, do you still have the strength to go to the temple with the poor monk and seal the mountain together?"

"Woo woo."

"Thank you for your mercy!"

The more than 100 people in the escape array sobbed one by one, and many strong men with their old mother and young son thought they had to fight with the monks here.

Although they don't want to start at Huangjue temple, which the elderly in their family worship very devoutly, in the face of personal survival, they can only let everyone live first.

As for the future, it's a big deal to offer some incense to these wronged people to redeem their forced sins.

It was precisely because of the difficult times and unpredictable people's hearts that Gu Zheng had foreseen that he would make his second brother happy because he planned to leave.

"Chong Ba, are you going to leave? That's right. Look at these refugees. It's unwise to go down the mountain now!"

"If you stay in this temple and don't say anything else, senior brother won't let us starve to death."

Zhu Yuanzhang reluctantly looked at his second brother, who had no ambition, and the basic living materials distributed to the refugees, but he didn't stop.

"I've made up my mind to go out. This time, I'll help elder martial brother deal with the early things. When these people settle down, I'll leave."

"As for your brother, just follow the elder martial brother. I don't ask you to go out with me, but don't encounter danger. Taking good care of yourself is the greatest support for me."

Because in this world, you are my only surviving relative.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade his brother with an idea in mind, Zhu Chonger left disappointed after all.

When night was about to fall, the main hall of Huangjue temple, which finally finished everyone's cleaning work, was bustling with people.

The temporarily separated people put on clean clothes. Even the refugees who had not been replaced for the time being received hundreds of clothes handed over by Gu Zheng.

This is the cloth and cloth strips consecrated in the temples over the years, and the miscellaneous clothes made of monk robes, which he prepared in advance.

Nowadays, it is really of great use.

And when we met again under the sun like warm candle light in the main hall, the panic, panic and cramped who had just come here were all settled down by this trace of warmth.

What's more, with the smell of rice, these people know that it's credit porridge for two meals a day.