Peerless Taoist

Although a long time had passed, he still knew the rules of the Beggar Gang.    

In these past few days, if it wasn't for the old beggar protecting him, he would have already died in this mountain Temple.    

On the surface, this mountain Temple was to protect the people of the world, but the irony was that the people who died inside were the most numerous.    

At the most difficult times, almost every day, there would be people dying inside this mountain Temple. They either starved to death or froze to death. Their bodies were stiff and curled up on the ground. The straw mat wrapped around them and they were thrown into the wilderness.    

This was true human life, like grass.    

Lu Yu had just recovered from a serious illness. He had no way of going out to do anything, so he could not pay the Beggar Gang's tribute.    

Although he could have a free meal this time, he had to go out and work tomorrow. If he did not pay the tribute money, he would be ruthlessly chased out. Not only could he not eat, he didn't even have the right to continue living here.    

Although this mountain Temple was a little shabby, it was still able to block the wind and rain, preventing the storm from sweeping in.    

Lu Yu came to the side of the iron pot and gathered the last bit of pitiful yellow rice, then swallowed it whole. After that, he drank the rest of the soup.    

With this, he finally felt a little satiated.    

"Didn't you see Old Zhang?" Lu Yu asked in a tender voice.    

In this illusory realm, he was just a teenager.    

Old Zhang was the old beggar's name, and no one knew his real name. Even if they did, they wouldn't remember. The name was just a code, a proper name. It might not even be as clear as a nickname like "Dog Egg."    

The other beggars ate the porridge in their bowls numbly and did not even look at Lu Yu.    

Zhu Zi raised his head and stared at Lu Yu. He let out a long sigh and said, "I don't know who Old Zhang offended, but he was beaten to death."    

Killed to death?    

Lu Yu was stunned for a moment. He quickly realized that it was impossible.    

Although Old Zhang's cultivation level was crippled, as a cultivator, he was still slightly stronger than a mortal.    

The reason why he was a beggar was because he was depressed and didn't want to do anything anymore.    

Originally, Old Zhang wouldn't die at this time, but in the illusion, he actually died!    

"Where did he die!?" Lu Yu asked in a deep voice.    

"Right outside the temple. When the rain stops, throw him to the mass grave." Zhu Zi said with an expressionless face.    

There was no expression on the faces of the others, it was as if an ant had just died.    

Lu Yu's heart tightened, and he hurriedly ran out.    

At this moment, the rain was getting heavier and heavier outside. It was accompanied by a gust of cold wind that blew on people's bodies, causing them to feel a chill in their hearts.    

Lu Yu ran to the outside of the mountain Temple, and just as he saw a straw mat, his heart suddenly trembled.    

He had wanted to see Old Zhang countless times to express his gratitude to him.    

He never thought that he would die before he could even speak to Old Zhang in this illusion realm.    

The straw mat wrapped around Old Zhang's corpse, and the rain continued to rain on it.    

Lu Yu was about to step forward when he suddenly felt a few big hands pressing down on him.    

"That's right, it's you. You dare to steal from our master? You really don't know how death is written."    

Lu Yu turned around and saw a few officials staring at him with ferocious expressions.    

One of the officers raised the stick in his hand and smashed it down. Lu Yu felt dizzy in his head, and then he lost consciousness.