In the backyard of the fallen leaves temple, a west wind blew by. Several fallen leaves rolled up and fell into the pile of dead leaves.

Ye Kong, Wu Yong and Xu Xiaolong walk out of the main hall. At this time, all three of them have their heads on top of each other. When the west wind blows, there is something cool on their heads.

Ye Kong felt his bald head and sighed, "I have a cup. I didn't expect ye to be a monk."

Xu Xiaolong didn't take it seriously. He said, "what's wrong with being a monk? There are many monks in the fallen leaves city who...