Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

"Wait, benefactor."

Regarding such a monk who deceives people for money, Zhu Bufan had already given him three hundred out of humanitarianism, so at this moment, Zhu Bufan planned to ignore the monk and leave.

However, unexpectedly, at this moment, Monk Wan Kong directly called out to stop Zhu Bufan.

At this, Zhu Bufan really wanted to get angry, after all, he was somewhat repulsed by this kind of beggary-like deception.

"What now? From the tone of your voice, Master, it seems you are still unsatisfied?"

Zhu Bufan turned around, raised an eyebrow and spoke unhappily.

Zhu Bufan thought to himself: If this monk dares to ask for money again, I would definitely not mind teaching him a lesson, and let this bald monk know that deceiving people is not good.

"Hehe, benefactor, I've said that we are fated," Monk Wan Kong said, still wearing a smile despite Zhu Bufan's change in attitude.

"I say, Master, do you feel that I gave too little money? So," Zhu Bufan started to lose his patience at this point.

"Hehe, benefactor, you jest. If you could give some more money for offerings, I, the monk, would be very happy," Wan Kong still said with a smile.

At this point, seeing the monk still behaving like this, Zhu Bufan felt a sudden urge to punch the bald monk in the face.

Yet, in the end, Zhu Bufan held back.

After all, influenced by his mother since childhood, he could not bring himself to do such a thing.

"Master, giving money for offerings is voluntary. Don't you think your approach is somewhat inappropriate?" Zhu Bufan said coldly.

"Hehe, I think the benefactor has misunderstood me, Wan Kong. I'm not here for the offerings today. I've come to bring you the information you want to know." The bald monk, Wan Kong, still had a smile on his face, as if Zhu Bufan's attitude could not alter his mood at all.

Although Zhu Bufan had no good feelings towards Monk Wan Kong, who said they were fated, he still asked subconsciously:

"What information?"

"Amithaba, good, good. Benefactor, before I tell you the information, could you please treat old monk to a meal of firewood chicken?" Monk Wan Kong once again put his palms together in a sincere manner.

Zhu Bufan was speechless and annoyed, thinking, you're a fine monk; how is it appropriate for you to ask me to treat you to chicken?

However, this request further confirmed Zhu Bufan's initial thought that Monk Wan Kong was undoubtedly a swindler.

Since he had figured it out clearly, Zhu Bufan didn't want to argue any longer.

Thus, in the next moment, Zhu Bufan turned around and left.

"Benefactor, don't hurry away. Let me finish speaking, then you can leave. It won't be too late."

Just as Zhu Bufan began to walk away, Monk Wan Kong's voice sounded from behind.

"Alright, bald monk, I will listen to you finish talking. But let me tell you, if what you say is unsatisfactory, then don't blame me for being unmerciful and losing faith in the Buddha Beads."

Honestly, Zhu Bufan really felt like striking out due to Monk Wan Kong's continual pestering, but for some reason, he couldn't muster the desire to strike this monk, who showed no hostility towards him.

"Haha, benefactor, no rush, let me explain it slowly. It is so, benefactor, I, Wan Kong, know that you are a practitioner of cultivation, but, benefactor, you are different from ordinary cultivators because you practice the Immortal Path. Benefactor, wouldn't you say I, Wan Kong, am correct?"

"Damn! How did he know?"

At that moment, Zhu Bufan was dumbfounded upon hearing Monk Wan Kong's words.

"Monk, who exactly are you? How do you know about me?" Initially, Zhu Bufan thought that Monk Wan Kong was preparing to fool him again into giving him more money, but it appears that Monk Wan Kong is not so simple.

Thus, the next moment, Zhu Bufan immediately asked, staring at Wan Kong with caution and Killing Intent.

"Amithaba, benefactor, after you treat me to firewood chicken, old monk will naturally tell you. Moreover, benefactor, I will also help you. And don't disbelieve because, I, Wan Kong, know that there is another soul residing in your body, and this soul is not from our realm. They might not mean harm to you now, but in the future?" Monk Wan Kong spoke straightforwardly.

What?

At this moment, Zhu Bufan was truly shocked.

He simply hadn't expected this suddenly appearing Monk Wan Kong to know so much about his matters.

Thus, the next moment, Zhu Bufan started observing this suddenly appearing Monk Wan Kong very seriously and carefully.

Yet, after a long while, that Monk Wan Kong still had the same smiling face, which never changed.

Therefore, in an instant, Zhu Bufan deeply furrowed his brow.

Indeed, within his body, there was a powerful spirit, which was the Cultivation Demon.

Could it be true as this monk said, that the Cultivation Demon harbored some designs on him?

At this moment, Zhu Bufan wanted to figure out what exactly was going on.

Therefore, Zhu Bufan directly agreed to Monk Wan Kong's request:

"Alright! I'll treat you."

......

Following Monk Wan Kong, and after spending an hour, the two finally found a catering store named: Tian Family Charcoal Chicken.

Throughout their search, Monk Wan Kong showed nothing unusual; he still had that smile on his face.

Observing this, Zhu Bufan really couldn't understand why this old monk insisted on eating charcoal chicken?

However, to find out the true situation and the genuine reason this monk sought him, Zhu Bufan felt it was worth it to even spend more money and time.

At that moment, Zhu Bufan and Monk Wan Kong had arrived in front of Tian Family Charcoal Chicken.

Right upon reaching the entrance of Tian Family Charcoal Chicken, Monk Wan Kong immediately, without another word, swiftly entered the restaurant.

Perhaps because today was Saturday, the business for charcoal chicken was exceptionally good, basically at full capacity.

Seeing Monk Wan Kong heading straight in, although Zhu Bufan felt extremely annoyed and helpless, the next moment, he too had to follow him inside.

"Boss, do you have any private rooms available?" As they walked in, before Zhu Bufan could speak, Monk Wan Kong had already started shouting.

Originally, the customers in the restaurant were enjoying their meals undisturbed, with few paying attention to the newly arrived Zhu Bufan and Monk Wan Kong, but Monk Wan Kong's shout immediately caused many diner's gazes to turn towards them.

They stared at Monk Wan Kong unbelievingly; they simply couldn't imagine a monk would come into a charcoal chicken restaurant to eat chicken – weren't monks supposed to abstain and eat vegetarian? But this monk clearly seemed here to eat chicken! This was indeed a bizarre occurrence!

Initially, the owner of Tian Family Charcoal Chicken, upon seeing a monk entering, didn't find it strange at the beginning. However, as Monk Wan Kong shouted, it instantly caused the owner's face to display surprise and confusion.

At first, the owner probably thought Monk Wan Kong was there for alms, casually glancing only fleetingly, not paying much attention.

Because nowadays, many monks and Taoist priests visit these roadside establishments for alms.

These monks and Taoists upon entering would say to the shop owner, "Congratulations, may your business prosper. Great fortune and good luck."

After saying this, they would stand there without leaving, clearly intending to ask for money.

At that time, a kind-hearted owner might give a few, ten, or even a hundred to the monks and Taoists, but some owners would act as if they hadn't heard, ignoring them completely.

Eventually, the monks and Taoists would leave after standing for a long time without receiving any money. Of course, if they did receive money, they would leave immediately.

This owner clearly regarded Monk Wan Kong in the same way.

From the moment he stepped into Tian Family Charcoal Chicken, the owner's indifferent attitude revealed that he completely ignored Monk Wan Kong.

Yet who would have known, Monk Wan Kong wasn't there for alms, but rather because someone had invited him for charcoal chicken.

And that person inviting Monk Wan Kong was Zhu Bufan.

After being shouted at by Monk Wan Kong, the owner then came over, looked at Wan Kong incredulously for a long time, and then slowly asked:

"Are you here to eat charcoal chicken?"