Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

"Are you here for the firewood chicken?"

The owner asked, looking both surprised and intrigued.

"Amitabha, this poor monk is indeed here for the firewood chicken. May I ask if you have any private rooms available?" At this moment, facing the owner's strange question, Monk Wan Kong pressed his palms together in a gesture of a highly achieved monk and said to the owner.

Hearing Monk Wan Kong's affirmative response, the owner showed a shock on his face, but he quickly recovered. He was in business, after all, and since the visitors were here to patronize his establishment, how could he refuse?

Isn't that a joke?

So, in the next moment, the owner immediately put on a beaming smile: "Master, we don't have private rooms here. As you can see, everyone is eating in this large hall. Isn't that more flavorful? So, Master, what do you think?"

"Amitabha, if that is the case, then it poses no problem. Owner, please arrange a table for us!" Wan Kong said.

"Very well, Master, right this way, please!" The owner made a very enthusiastic gesture of invitation.

Zhu Bufan followed behind Wan Kong speechlessly. Although the glances from the other diners weren't directed at him, the alien-gazing looks made Zhu Bufan very uncomfortable.

The owner led Zhu Bufan and Monk Wan Kong to a table in a corner and then left.

Soon, the firewood chicken was served.

Those who had eaten firewood chicken knew that the table was essentially a clay stove. The firewood chicken that was served up had already been stir-fried earlier, and the clay stove was set up to give you the impression that you were indeed eating firewood chicken. Of course, Zhu Bufan believed that this restaurant indeed cooked their chicken over firewood, not with gas or electricity.

As soon as the chicken was brought to the table, Monk Wan Kong immediately grabbed the long chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken, and began to eat.

Not only did he start eating, but he also asked the waiter for two bottles of beer.

While eating the firewood chicken and drinking the beer, Monk Wan Kong hardly resembled a monk at this moment.

"Master Wan Kong, look, I've treated you to chicken. Now, shouldn't you talk to me about the matter you mentioned?" Zhu Bufan said with a furrowed brow, looking at Wan Kong, who was only focused on eating.

"Amitabha, patron, do not worry. The Buddha says that no calamity befalls those who dine. I am eating now, so please, patron, do not disturb my meal. Rest assured, once I have finished, I will indeed enlighten you about what you wish to know," Monk Wan Kong responded, putting down the chopsticks and pressing his palms together.

At that moment, Zhu Bufan felt an urge to throttle this monk, while forcibly suppressing his internal frustration and anger. He also ordered a beer and started drinking by himself.

The diners at Tian Family Firewood Chicken stared in astonishment at the table where Zhu Bufan and Monk Wan Kong sat.

Monk Wan Kong completely challenged their understanding of monks; they never expected a monk to audaciously eat chicken so heartily and earnestly.

Someone discontentedly said, "What kind of monk is this!"

"Yes! Acting like this and still claiming to be a monk? It severely damages the image of monks!"

...

The murmurs continued.

Nevertheless, Monk Wan Kong seemed oblivious to these comments and continued to relish the firewood chicken, enjoying it immensely.

He devoured the chicken voraciously and guzzled down the beer, and at some point, he abandoned the chopsticks entirely and started grabbing the chicken with his hands.

Zhu Bufan watched, dumbfounded and embarrassed.

It was unclear how long Monk Wan Kong had been eating, but after he belched contentedly, he leisurely said to Zhu Bufan:

"Amitabha, I am very grateful for your generous hospitality. If you wish to know about the matters we discussed, please visit us at Wanfo Temple; there, you will get the answers. Here, patron, this is the map to our Wanfo Temple. Make sure to take good care of it, and do make a trip to our temple." Wan Kong said, and the next moment, something resembling a map just appeared in front of Zhu Bufan.

At that instant, before Zhu Bufan could even take a closer look at the map,

Monk Wan Kong had already vanished from the spot.

Seeing this, Zhu Bufan was completely dumbfounded.

Time flew by, and it was only much later that Zhu Bufan finally came back to his senses.

Having regained his senses, Zhu Bufan immediately took the map handed over by Monk Wan Kong and unfolded it. Surely enough, there was indeed a place marked as Wanfo Temple on the map.

Moreover, the map details were meticulously marked with geographical positions, directions, and detailed instructions on how to reach the location, making the map look like a treasure map.

Seeing this, Zhu Bufan immediately kept the map safely, and after settling his bill, he left the Tian Family's firewood poultry restaurant.

...

"Slap…" After leaving the Tian Family's firewood poultry restaurant, Zhu Bufan was ready to head back to school.

However, just at that moment, the sound of a slap rang out in front of him.

Zhu Bufan looked ahead:

At that moment, in front of Zhu Bufan, there was a pavilion. Inside the pavilion, a large hand of a burly man had just slid off the face of a long-haired beauty wearing black sunglasses.

Inside the pavilion, there were also two men in their fifties and a woman standing beside the burly man.

"What are you hitting me for! Do I know you?" the long-haired beauty retorted angrily as she bent down to pick up the black sunglasses that the burly man had slapped off her face.

"Slap…" Another slap sound echoed.

"What are you doing!" the long-haired beauty stood up and stared directly at the burly man.

Following this, the two older men also stood up.

Amidst this commotion, the heavily made-up woman with red cheeks beside the burly man immediately shouted loudly:

"Big sister, just go home with big brother! This way, you can avoid suffering!"

The woman stood up, and truly, she spoke as if it was an exact portrayal of the reality.

Indeed, it seemed no different from the truth.

Furthermore, at that moment, the made-up woman even pretended to pull the burly man aside and said:

"Big brother, stop hitting big sister. As long as she agrees to go home with you, we can discuss everything at home peacefully. There's no need to make a scene here, okay?"

"Who are you people! Do I know you?" At that moment, the long-haired beauty, covering her face that clearly showed the marks of the two slaps, spoke up in distress.

The long-haired beauty spoke, and the next moment, she was about to turn around and leave the place.

However, just at that moment, she was suddenly grabbed by the burly man:

"Damn it, you still want to leave? Don't you know how much your child is crying at home? I'm telling you, if you don't come home today, I, I will beat you to death..."

At this moment, the two old men, upon hearing that this woman was the man's wife and that this pair of siblings had come here to take her home, realized why she seemed so solitary and desolate.

Indeed, it was a domestic conflict.

However, even so, they were reluctant to see a man continuously slapping a woman.

Thus, the next moment, the two old men spoke out:

"Young man, it's not right to hit people, especially since she is your wife. You should try to persuade her."

"That's right, young man. Couldn't you discuss matters peacefully? Must it escalate to fighting, sigh!"

After scolding the young man, they immediately said to the long-haired beauty:

"Little sister, when there's a conflict between you two, you should sit down and talk it out, not run away. Understand?"