After speaking, he strode swiftly towards the distance: "Quickly follow me, those beasts start snatching food once it's mealtime. If we go late, I'm afraid we won't have anything to eat."
At this point, Xiaodouding's voice was full of grievance: "Damn it, I went to steal offerings, but couldn't compete with these beasts, so I ended up starving! Nowadays, there's a severe drought, and the believers donating to our Daoist Temple have become fewer and fewer. Our temple's meals have degraded from solid food to thin porridge."
Zhang Chen was astonished upon hearing this, but then he suddenly realized that with the world facing a severe drought, upheaval was imminent, everyone was cutting back, and where would they find money to donate to the temple?
