Chapter 37. Someone with just a ladle will get cut.
Chapter 37: 37. Someone with just a ladle will get cut.
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
As the fifth bell sounded, Fang Zhou and Han Li arrived at the dining hall of the temple.
The spacious dining hall was clearly divided into two sections. To the left, at a glance, there was a sea of shaved heads—about two dozen female monks of varying ages were seated around four large wooden tables, which were set with steamed buns, rice porridge, several cold dishes, and a big pot of mushroom soup.
The other side consisted of several rows of small tables, apparently reserved for guests, sparsely seated with over a dozen people. Some were in groups, others were alone, keeping a considerable distance from each other. In the middle, four people were eating and drinking.
Clearly, these dozen or so people were all here for the Secret Treasure. At a glance, Fang Zhou noticed that this group was entirely female, ages ranging from twenty to thirty.
In other words, currently in the whole Lanruo Temple, Fang Zhou was the only man; the rest were all women.
Tch, this feels a bit dangerous.
As Fang Zhou just set foot in the dining hall, all eyes immediately turned to him. If there were spotlights, the scene would be pitch black with only him illuminated.
In Fang Zhou’s world, women are a kind of herd creature; as their number increases, they can get very bold. And if they hold an absolute majority, they would turn the tables and create pressure for men.
And in this world, it was even more outrageous; the naked glances gave Fang Zhou the feeling of being a little white rabbit that had wandered into a wolf’s den.
The female monks’ gazes were fervent and fearless. Though there were strict rules and precepts, looking a bit longer wouldn’t lead to pregnancy, right?