709: Chapter 709: A Mudslide 709: Chapter 709: A Mudslide Because too many people were trapped, the methods of trapping continued to evolve.
As a result, people were often punished in the Disciplinary Hall, keeping them very busy.
“How can this monk behave like this?” Chu Qingfei said discontentedly.
Chu Qingxue couldn’t help but nod in agreement, “It’s so strange, he openly breaks the precepts, why does no one deal with him?”
Chu Qingxue voiced her inner doubts.
Ye Chenfeng smiled and said, “Didn’t you hear just now?
What did that little novice call him?”
“Little Grandmaster?” Chu Qingfei asked, blinking her beautiful big eyes.
Ye Chenfeng nodded, “Exactly, he’s already called the Little Grandmaster, I’m afraid this crazy monk’s status might be even above the abbot’s, even Master Hui Wen would have to call him Uncle Master when he sees him.
Who in the monastery could control him?”
Chu Qingxue’s doubts were resolved, showing a sudden realization, “So that’s why.”
“Still, he shouldn’t deceive that little monk, trapping him and then having the Disciplinary Hall punish the little monk.
That’s just too wicked, not at all like someone from Buddhism!” Chu Qingfei continued indignantly, extremely dissatisfied with the mad monk’s actions.
“Really doesn’t seem like someone from Buddhism, feels more like he’s bringing disgrace upon the monastery.
Even with a high status, he should act like the Little Grandmaster, not like this,” Chu Qingxue also couldn’t help criticizing.
The guiding novice smiled, “There’s no use, lords; the Little Grandmaster has always been this way, nobody dares to provoke him.
Ever since he arrived here three years ago, he’s been the absolute ruler of Ziguang Temple.
Who would dare talk about him.”
“Little Master, go tend to your own matters.
We will go see this Little Grandmaster.
As for where Master Hui Wen is, I know myself, no need for you to lead the way anymore,” Ye Chenfeng said.
“Very well, lords, please do as you wish,” the novice left afterward.
“Qingxue, Qingfei, watch this,” Ye Chenfeng said with a mischievous grin, slowly walking towards the crazy monk.
“Ha ha, this guy actually ate such a big piece of my meat, getting you punished in the Disciplinary Hall is too light!” the crazy monk was demolishing the roast chicken in front of him on the stone table.
“Huh?”
But the next moment, the roast chicken in his hands mysteriously vanished as if by trickery.
The crazy monk took a closer look only to find the wine jug also gone.
“Who is it?
Who dares to mess with your Little Grandmaster!” the crazy monk suddenly turned around.
But what he saw were five unfamiliar faces, none of whom were from the monastery.
These individuals were naturally Ye Chenfeng and his group, and at that moment Ye Chenfeng was holding the wine jug, gulping down the wine.
“Hey, kid, what are you doing?
That’s my wine, stop right now!” the crazy monk became anxious, suddenly rising to catch Ye Chenfeng.
“Huh?”
But the next second, he furrowed his brows as Ye Chenfeng vanished into thin air, making his grab fruitless.
“Gulp!”
However, by this time, Ye Chenfeng had just finished drinking all the wine from the jug.
“Ah, refreshing!
Truly great wine!” Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but exclaim.
The crazy monk snatched the empty wine jug from Ye Chenfeng, then tried to pour it onto the table, but Ye Chenfeng had drunk it clean, leaving not a single drop for the crazy monk.
In an instant, the crazy Monk was on fire with rage, and everyone could feel his anger.
Despite his calm demeanor, the crazy Monk eyed Ye Chenfeng with fury, “Who are you anyway, drinking all my wine?
You owe me wine.”
“Hehe, your wine?
Has anyone proven it’s yours?” Ye Chenfeng suddenly asked.
This question left the crazy Monk bewildered and unsure, but after hesitating, he answered angrily, “It’s clearly my wine.
Look, the wine jug is in my hand.”
“I could say the wine jug is mine, and that you snatched it from my hand,” Ye Chenfeng retorted.
“You…
you…
I’ve truly never seen anyone so shameless,” the crazy Monk, driven frantic like ants in a hot pan, found himself unable to argue convincingly against Ye Chenfeng’s rogue tactics.
This was the legendary fight fire with fire, combat evil with evil.
“Haha, everyone else is a clear stream, but I see you as a mudslide in Buddhism.
If you don’t believe me, ask them whose wine this is,” Ye Chenfeng said.
The crazy Monk instinctively turned to Chu Qingxue and the others and asked, “Esteemed guests, please judge, whose wine is this really?”
“His!”
The answer naturally shocked the crazy Monk, as Chu Qingxue and the others unanimously sided with Ye Chenfeng.
“You…
no, my anger must have clouded my judgment, you folks are together.
I’ll find my people to judge this properly,” the Monk said discontentedly.
“Tsk!
You corrupt Monk, your roasted chicken is confiscated too.
This was just a little lesson, there won’t be such an opportunity next time,” Chu Qingfei stated.
“You are all such scoundrels!” the Monk exclaimed, at a loss for words in the end.
“Alright, leaving you with a wine jug isn’t too bad, remember to be a better person in the future,” Ye Chenfeng left these words behind and departed with Chu Qingxue and the others.
Watching Ye Chenfeng and his group leave, the crazy Monk temporarily dropped his frenzied demeanor and became quite serious, especially as his gaze lingered on the back of Ye Chenfeng, revealing a profound expression in his eyes.
“Master Ye, Master Chu, you’ve arrived?” Master Hui Wen warmly greeted Ye Chenfeng and his group.
He even served them a vegetarian feast.
Chu Renkuang was tremendously excited, continuously discussing the profound Buddhist Law with Master Hui Wen, who answered all his questions.
“Hey, you owe me for the wine!”
At this peaceful and leisurely moment, a voice disrupted the atmosphere, as the previously frenzied Monk approached.
He even pointed at Ye Chenfeng and his group, demanding they compensate for his wine.
“Aren’t you being absurd, Junior Uncle?” Seeing the Monk arrive, Master Hui Wen immediately felt a headache coming, yet still, he addressed him respectfully.
Chu Qingxue and the others were surprised, Ye Chenfeng was right; he was indeed Master Hui Wen’s junior uncle, holding a high position within Ziguang Temple.
“Junior Hui Wen, manage your guests.
They stole my wine and even took my roasted chicken,” the Monk complained.
Hearing these taboo words, Master Hui Wen’s face twitched severely.
“Junior Uncle, as a sacred Buddhist place, it’s best not to mention these things,” Master Hui Wen advised.
“No, they must compensate me for the wine and the roasted chicken,” the Monk insisted, pointing at Ye Chenfeng relentlessly.
“Master Hui Wen, leave this matter to me.
I’ll handle it!”