Hiding behind a stone lion guarding the gate, the macheteman looked in the direction of the lord. The one who spoke was the black-clad man riding the Mongolian horse. He picked up a knife in his hand and put it on the neck of a little monk, and the little monk with a broom in his hand was trembling with fear.
Another man in black looked around. The macheteman had never seen this person before, but Xie Tingting was pacing around in the rain. She seemed to be worried, but she did not dare to go in, so she did not know what was going on.
After a while, two monks rushed into the temple. They put their palms together and said, "Please don't be angry, donor. I'm here to welcome you. Please forgive me!"
"Little monk, we are the Green Flower Hall." The man holding the knife said severely, as if
