Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

"Amitabha... I'm telling you, benefactor, aren't you being a bit too mercenary!" Monk Wan Kong said, "It's just a roast duck you gave me! Do you really need to make such a fuss?"

"Pay up! Repaying debts is a matter of principle; if you eat my roast duck, you must pay for it." The middle-aged fatty stretched out his hand and demanded.

His stance was clear: without payment, there would be no negotiation.

Otherwise, come and wash dishes for a month to pay off your debt.

"You... you, look at you, benefactor, ai! Amitabha." Monk Wan Kong was truly helpless.

"Pay up quickly!" The middle-aged fatty was still adamantly demanding money.

"No money!" In the end, Monk Wan Kong, having no other choice, admitted defeat.

"Ha ha, you fake monk, you dare to come here and eat roast duck without money." The middle-aged fatty became instantly furious when he heard this. "Go! Get inside and wash dishes."

Saying that, he began to drag Monk Wan Kong inside.

As the saying goes, we're in Qianfu Town, where there are many devout Buddhists. It was reasonable to assume that some of the tourists might pay for Monk Wan Kong, with just a few dozen or a hundred bucks at stake, right?

Yet, among the crowd of onlookers, not a single person stepped forward to pay for Monk Wan Kong. Even if they didn't pay for Monk Wan Kong, someone could still say something nice to settle the matter—it's not like it's thousands or tens of thousands. But still, no one came forward. This puzzled Zhu Bufan.

Before long, someone within the crowd of onlookers offered an explanation for Zhu Bufan's confusion.

"This Monk Wan Kong, really, spends his whole day not cultivating his speech, and what's more, he might really be a fake monk!"

"Yes! This Wan Kong is just masquerading as a monk, specifically to scam food and drink. You don't know, a lot of people have paid his bills already, but he still hasn't changed his ways."

"Yes! I myself paid his bill last time I was here, I didn't expect him to be the same, alas!"

"He's truly a disgrace to Buddhism!"

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Listening to all these various discussions, Zhu Bufan suddenly realized; it seems that this Monk Wan Kong had done this sort of thing here plenty of times before.

Could he be scamming me too?

This thought crossed Zhu Bufan's mind, which is why he hesitated to speak up.

Long Na, too, watched the meat-eating monk with great curiosity.

"Wait a moment, boss. His bill—I'll pay it for him." In the end, Zhu Bufan still chose to believe in Monk Wan Kong for once. Since Monk Wan Kong could find him and reveal his secrets, it indicated he must know something.

Even if he did not find the Divine Needle in the end, there wouldn't be a huge loss for him since it was just a few hundred bucks.

"Let go... let go! Didn't you hear someone is paying for me?" Monk Wan Kong tugged at his hand and said to the middle-aged fatty.

Only then did Zhu Bufan approach the two of them.

"Boss, how much is it?"

"78..."

Zhu Bufan took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the middle-aged fatty:

"No need for change, boss."

"Ah! It's you!" Only then did Monk Wan Kong see clearly who was paying for him.

After the middle-aged fatty took the money, he did not bother with Monk Wan Kong anymore and went straight back to his roast duck shop. The surrounding crowd also dispersed, but as they did, someone sighed and said, "Another one scammed by Monk Wan Kong!"

"Amitabha, well done, well done, Benefactor Zhu, I told you we would meet again!" Monk Wan Kong pressed his palms together and said to Zhu Bufan.

"Quit bullshitting, Wan Kong, take me to your Wanfo Temple, or you'll still owe me those 78 bucks," Zhu Bufan didn't bother with small talk and went straight to the point.

"Amitabha, why is it that this world is filled with mean-spirited people? Sigh! Well, it is what it is," upon hearing Zhu Bufan's words, Monk Wan Kong let out a series of sighs.

Zhu Bufan really wanted to kick Wan Kong in the butt after hearing what he said.

Long Na watched the pretentious monk with amusement.

"Let's move! Or pay up," Zhu Bufan demanded.

"Sigh! If I don't enter Hell, who will? Well, it is what it is," Wan Kong sighed helplessly again.

"Dammit!" Zhu Bufan finally couldn't help but curse loudly.

Wan Kong immediately picked up his pace and walked ahead.

Zhu Bufan and Long Na followed him.

The three walked past Qianfu Town's streets, through an alley, across a field, and finally arrived at a hillside…

Following Monk Wan Kong for about two and a half hours, they eventually came upon a dilapidated mud-walled temple.

It was considered a temple because there was a rusty iron plate there with the character 'temple' still faintly visible.

"Alright, Benefactor Zhu, I have brought you to your destination; just give me a hundred bucks for the trip and we're square," Monk Wan Kong declared.

Without hesitation, Zhu Bufan pulled out five bright red banknotes from his pocket and tossed them to Wan Kong.

Zhu Bufan paid Wan Kong because he truly sensed the presence of the Divine Needle, but the pulsation was extremely faint, not like what he experienced on Iron Coffin Mountain, as if it was being suppressed by something.

Taking the money, Wan Kong revealed a mysterious smile, then left.

"Benefactor Zhu, we are predestined to meet again! Ha ha ha…" After who knows how long, Wan Kong's voice floated to Zhu Bufan's ears.

At that moment, Long Na, who had come along, suddenly exclaimed:

"Zhu Bufan, that monk just disappeared out of sight."

Zhu Bufan was incredibly astonished.

What on earth was going on? Who exactly was Wan Kong?

No matter how much Zhu Bufan pondered, he couldn't figure it out. Deciding to let it be for now, since he had sensed the presence of the Divine Needle, he was determined to obtain it!

However, Zhu Bufan kept walking around the abandoned temple, circles upon circles, and the resonance triggered by the Divine Needle in his mind remained as feeble as before, with no definite direction.

In other words, every corner of the decrepit temple could cause the faint fluctuation in Zhu Bufan's mind, which made it impossible for him to start searching.

And just when Zhu Bufan was feeling frustrated and at a loss, a sense of crisis swept over him from the back of his neck.

Zhu Bufan turned around and saw a fist coming straight for his forehead.

"Shit! This can't be an assassin!"

Long Na was also shocked to see someone attacking Zhu Bufan.

Zhu Bufan had no time to think, the fist was already about to smash into his forehead.

He quickly leaned back, dodging the punch.

At the same time, Zhu Bufan got a clear view of the assailant.

It was one of the bodyguards of the manager from the Zhou Family who had gambled with Wen Yang that day. Unexpectedly, this manager chose to make a move now that Zhu Bufan had come to such a place.