"Have you all arrived?" Qingfeng was sitting on the desk in front of the Dragon King statue, asking at the beggar below him, while Xueer stood quietly aside.

"The great immortal, everyone has arrived. I wonder what the great immortal has to give? We will do our best to fulfill our wishes for the great immortal." The oldest beggar among the beggars stood in front and answered Qingfeng's question.

"Since everyone has arrived, I'll talk about it. There are 22 people in the Dragon King Temple. There are not many people who say too much, nor too little. I think everyone will never want to live like this. I have a way of life. Although I can't be rich and powerful, I can ask you to live like this. I wonder what you have to do?" Qingfeng just asked tentatively, but was shocked that the beggars below were sweating coldly.

"I dare not, I dare not, I will follow my orders." "Yes, yes, I will follow my orders, and follow my orders." The beggars responded one after another.

"I dare to ask the Great Immortal, what the Great Immortal said is, He Shenglu, can you all brothers live like a personal life?" Sangou, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked.

Qingfeng jumped off the desk table, walked to Sang Gou, and said with his body in his mouth: "There is naturally a way of life, but this way of life naturally requires you to fight with your life to be considered a way of life. Wouldn't it be a name that is not worthy of it?"

"Whoever of the brothers in this temple has never suffered a great disaster and has fallen to this point and live a life of neither human nor ghost. Since the great immortal is willing to show a way for a brother to live, how can we brothers cherish our lives? Everyone is right?" Sang Gou stared at Qingfeng's eyes for a long time, then said to other beggars in the temple.

"Yes, yes, I have long since wanted to pass this life. There is no difference between living and dying every day." Although the beggars did not understand the meaning of Sang Dog, they also responded to Sang Dog's words.

This brief conversation was a direct confrontation between the new and old leaders. Sang Gou said it was a provocative intention, but eventually surrendered, which led to the final words of surrender. From then on, the leader of the Dragon King Temple became Qingfeng, and no longer Sang Gou.

"Everyone, in addition to the work they have in their hands these days, I need you to collect all useful things. If you bring them back, you will only think that they are small or too much. Do you remember them in your heart?" Qingfeng issued his first order, "And that, everyone must bring back all the things they get, and they must not be taken away by themselves. If there is any present, you will know the consequences yourself. I will also go out to collect them with everyone. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" The beggars agreed, and then went out to beg and collect what they needed.

"Xue'er, let's go out together to see what can be used. If there is, bring them all back, okay?" Qingfeng looked at Xue'er sideways and suggested.

"Well, Brother Qingfeng will take me with you no matter where he goes." Xueer smiled sweetly, took Qingfeng's hand and went out happily together.

"Maybe, he can really change the fate of these people." Sang Gou stared at Xueer and the others in a daze and said thoughtfully.

"Oh, there is no food for nothing in the future. You have to rely on your old arms and legs." Sang Gou shook his head, sneered in self-deprecatingly, picked up the broken bowl he hadn't used for a long time, and went out with a smile.

In the ruined temple, dark red blood was still there. A small ant swayed around the blood, and then returned with a shaking head. The originally dead and dead ruined temple had a little more human breath. Who said that the dark red blood on the ground would not be the starting point for the new life of living people?

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!