171: Chapter 170 Heading to Sunan 171: Chapter 170 Heading to Sunan Jue Wu felt that life outside the temple was much better.
After visiting tourist attractions with his disciples and grand-disciples, he found that the outside world was very enthusiastic about him, especially women.
They would come up to him to touch his chest and then, gazing at him with their big watery eyes, say, “Please, master, read my fortune.”
He never refused such enthusiastic and devout people, but given his limited time, the days of fun outside were quickly coming to an end.
He was soon to begin his journey to Sunan City to find a man named Song Yun, who was rumored to have the ability to identify the killer of his father.
“Little Master, you are departing today.
I’ve already bought your plane ticket.
When you arrive, just use the phone to call the other party,” Yinliang said respectfully.
Under Yinliang’s tutelage, Jue Wu had fully learned to operate the cellphone, a highly difficult piece of technology.
Although he wasn’t very good at it, he could at least dial calls proficiently.
After breakfast, Yinliang and Jue Wu chatted idly in the car on the way to the airport.
Upon arrival, Yinliang took out a plane ticket from his backpack, guided Jue Wu through check-in, and stuffed a wad of cash into his hands.
Jue Wu, puzzled, touched his head and asked, “Yinliang, what’s this stack of paper for?”
“Little Master, this is money, used for buying things in the mortal world.
Keep it safe and don’t let it be stolen by bad people,” Yinliang advised Jue Wu as if he were a parent sending his child off to university.
Waving his hand impatiently, Jue Wu said, “Alright, alright, I know.
I’ll call you when I get there.
I’m leaving now.”
Sitting in a first-class seat on the plane, Jue Wu felt the genuine leather and marveled at it.
He thought to himself how city folk really knew how to enjoy life, even making a chair so luxurious.
“The plane is about to take off, please all passengers switch off your cellphones and fasten your seat belts,” announced the flight attendant.
Following instructions, Jue Wu turned off his cellphone and sat back in his seat to rest with his eyes closed when a flight attendant approached him and said, “Sir, please fasten your seat belt.”
Not understanding, Jue Wu looked up at the flight attendant and said, “What’s a seat belt?”
With a helpless shake of her head, the flight attendant who noticed Jue Wu’s six dot religious scars, fastened the belt for him personally.
As the plane took off, Jue Wu felt his heart lurch and cold sweat form in his palms.
His mouth twitched as he wondered, could this huge thing really carry so many people so far?
What if it fell down halfway through?
What would he do then?
The flight attendant who had helped Jue Wu with his seat belt saw the apprehensive look on his face and couldn’t help but come over to ask softly, “Sir, is there anything I can help you with?”
Jue Wu was momentarily stunned before he looked up to see the flight attendant’s big, expressive eyes looking back at him, causing his face to flush.
Seeing Jue Wu’s puzzled look, the flight attendant smiled and nodded, saying, “Hello, my name is Bai Fumei.
I’m the flight attendant for this flight.”
Bai Fumei?
What a good name, thought Jue Wu, finding it very appropriate for her fair and beautiful appearance.
A young man, who was sitting nearby and heard her introduce herself, leered at her and said with a flirtatious smile, “Hello, it seems we’re fated to meet.
My name is Gao Fushuai.”
Gao Fushuai?
Jue Wu glanced sideways at the young man, wondering how someone with such a lackluster appearance could call themselves handsome.
The corner of Jue Wu’s mouth twitched as he looked at Bai Fumei’s pretty face and said with a smile, “Female benefactor, my name is Jue Wu.
May I know what brings you to me?”
Bai Fumei’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Jue Wu’s somewhat flushed face.
The man before her seemed so enticing.
“You don’t look like a master.
I noticed you looked pale, so I wanted to ask if you needed any help.”
Touching his head shyly, Jue Wu said, “A master I am not, just someone who has studied Buddhist Law for over a decade.”
Bai Fumei locked eyes with Jue Wu, and sparks seemed to fly between them.
The young man next to them, seeing he was being ignored, got annoyed and waved his hand in front of them to get their attention.
Only then did Bai Fumei notice the young man sitting next to Jue Wu and, with a professional smile, asked, “Sir, do you need anything?”
With a toothy grin, the young man said, “Hello, beautiful.
My name is Gao Fushuai.
How about we have some drinks and make friends after we land?”
Bai Fumei had seen all kinds of people and often received invitations from inappropriate guests, some even trying to get handsy.
This flirtatious guest frightened her, thinking, my goodness, how could he still have two leeks stuck between his teeth while smiling?
Despite feeling unsettled, Bai Fumei kept her composure and asked, “Hello, sir.
What can I do for you?”
Gao Fushuai scowled.
Damn it, this woman was completely ignoring his invitation.
With a defiant heart, he slammed the armrest and said in a low voice, “My father is Gao Hu.
After we land, you have to join me for drinks, whether you like it or not.”
Who was Gao Hu?
The chief of the branch office of the Sunan City Public Security Bureau, which included the airport’s jurisdiction.
Bai Fumei felt a wave of anxiety, realizing that if she angered this Crown Prince, she might not have an easy time in the future.
“It’s wrong of you to do this, benefactor,” Jue Wu protested with his hands clasped together, emanating a righteous aura.
“The Buddha has said that escaping the endless sea of suffering and returning to the great path is what all people seek.
You’re forcing this female benefactor to drink with you, which is an obsession that will negatively impact your next life.
Please cease immediately.”
Gao Fushuai waved his hand dismissively, giving Jue Wu a scornful look, and huffed, “I only care about this life, not the next.
Your talk has no effect on me.
I insist on her joining me for drinks.”
“All sentient beings have Buddha-nature, benefactor.
You are too attached.
I advise you to leave behind the sea of suffering; turning back is the shore,” Jue Wu said calmly, still trying to counsel Gao Fushuai.
Unwilling to listen, Gao Fushuai glared at Jue Wu and swore, “What the hell, I won’t turn back.
What are you going to do about it?”
“Do not let anger cloud your true nature, benefactor.”
“Get lost.
I don’t believe in Buddha.” Before Jue Wu could finish, Gao Fushuai interrupted him, and even Bai Fumei discreetly tugged at Jue Wu’s sleeve, signaling him not to provoke the man before them.
“Sigh, benefactor,” Jue Wu exhaled deeply in another attempt at persuasion.
“Get lost.”
Gao Fushuai pointed at Jue Wu’s nose and cursed him.
Jue Wu wasn’t accustomed to being treated this way; everyone in the temple, except for his senior brothers, treated him with respect and called him Little Master.
Losing his patience, Jue Wu rolled up his sleeve and landed a slap on the head of Gao Fushuai.
“Bloody hell.
Just because I’m quiet, you think I’m a sick cat?” Although Jue Wu didn’t understand what “bloody hell” meant, the driver had used the phrase on the way to the airport when they were stuck in traffic, sounding very imposing.