Luo Wanya silently watched, thinking that there were too many fake monks in this world, overshadowing the goodwill of true ascetic monks.
Xiao Qi whispered, "Could there be some hidden master in this temple? What if there's a Demigod hiding here..."
Luo Wanya shook his head, "If there were a legacy here, the people of the wilderness wouldn't all flock to the Fire Pit. They're just ordinary monks. Let's go and persuade them to leave, as the ones chasing us from the West Continent are right behind us. Passing through here might bring trouble to them. Let's take them with us and build them a monastery after the war."
Xiao Qi and Luo Wanya crossed over the mountain to visit the Great Compassion Temple. In front of the temple, monks were fertilizing the vegetable garden, their clothes patched in dozens of places.
Luo Wanya stepped forward, putting his hands together, and asked, "How many monks are there here?"
An elderly monk put down his dung scoop, "137 people."
