All the monks bowed their heads in dissatisfaction, why did even the king force them?

'Bang!'

The 178-year-old monk threw out the corn pancake, pouted his mouth, and tears of grievance fell, lowered his head and choked and complained: "Don't force us, we don't want you to give us food, and we don't need sympathy. We just want to wait for the enemy to leave and take it back to Shaolin Temple. We don't want to help, Nanyue is also our home. Even so, we won't kill people. That's all the matter of the military camp. What does it have to do with us? We practice martial arts to carry forward Shaolin Temple and gain more recognition from others, in order to strengthen our bodies, not to kill people!"

"The abbot is already heartbroken, you guys go!"

"We don't need you to help you either!"

The four young monks stood up for their brothers with fearlessness and looked at the person who came with hatred.

Su Mengdie stepped forward and comforted her: "I really hope that all the monks will come to help, but it is not to kill the enemy. I just want all the masters to subdue the 20,000 troops of Da Yao. Not only do I not want the masters to kill, but I must not kill them!" During this war, it is rare that my mind can still be calm. The surroundings are very quiet. No matter where these people go, they can turn the dirty soil into a pure land.

The old abbot thought for a moment, then bowed again, "I will definitely not let down the king's order!" His expression was still lukewarm.

"Isn't you really killing?"

"By defeating those 20,000 people, you can give us a lot of food?"

"Will the people never drive us away?"

The little monk immediately smiled and asked around Su Mengdie and Fu Yunche, chatteringly.

Su Mengdie smiled and squatted down and nodded: "That's right, they just beat them up and let us leave the rest. Don't worry, with us here, Shaolin Temple will get it back sooner or later!"

"That's great. Don't worry, Your Majesty, you only have 20,000. Our senior brothers are so powerful that they can definitely beat them to cry and call them mom!" The little monk patted his chest. He could still serve the country without killing animals. This was an opportunity given by God. They would definitely do their best to complete it even if they were desperately trying to let the people see that they were not idle people.

The country also uses them.

Someone once said that people are always using each other when they live. If you have no value, no one will think you are a friend. Now Nanyue is using them to restore the country, and they are also using Nanyue to get kindness from others, which is what they want.

But this Emperor Majesty screamed so awkwardly. He looked at Fu Yunche with amusedness, "Well, he is the Emperor Majesty, Your Majesty!"

A little monk was so happy that he started playing backflips on the ground, breathing thirty in one breath, his face neither blushed nor breathing: "All four of us can handle fifty!"

"good!"

Gong Yang Yuqing applauded. The little kid is so amazing. Even if he turns thirty of them like this, he will probably have to breathe. It is really a waste of talent for Shaolin Temple's martial arts. It is not surprising that these people have good martial arts skills. They already have Shaolin's exclusive martial arts. They practice martial arts all day long when they have nothing to do. Even fools can become top masters.

The old abbot also saw people with strong storms. He was not happy or displeased. He was in the middle: "Assuming your Majesty's arrangements!" But he was relieved in his heart. They wanted not to be despised. Now that the Buddha blessed him, he would not let this opportunity go.
Chapter completed!