The high monks of the Zen temple all looked at Abbot Ben Guang.
Abbot Ben Guang watched Chen Tang's departing silhouette, feeling increasingly unsure.
Time was already tight, and this young man still had his mind on eating?
At this point, Abbot Ben Guang gave a light cough, and could only brace himself and say, "You all haven't eaten yet either, right? Let's go have something to eat together..."
The high monks of the Zen temple had been blocked at their doorstep by Esoteric monks, who had beaten up their most outstanding young disciples one by one, leaving them in no mood to eat.
However, the high monks still followed Abbot Ben Guang to leave.
Zen temple mess hall.
Chen Tang arrived there, quite familiar with the place, greeting many monks as he passed by.
"You little brat, scrounging for meals is one thing, but bringing others to scrounge too?"
The cook-monk glared at Chen Tang as he approached, asking.
"Master, what are you talking about?"
