172: Chapter 171: A Giant Tathagata’s Palm Smacks You into the Bathroom 172: Chapter 171: A Giant Tathagata’s Palm Smacks You into the Bathroom Gao Fushuai covered his face, which Jue Wu had slapped red, and looked at Jue Wu with a trembling body and an expression of disbelief, shouting, “Fine, you’ve got guts, Monk.
I’ll remember you.
Just you wait.”
Jue Wu composed himself, brought his palms together, and said, “Amitabha, if I don’t go to Hell, who will?
Since that’s the case, I’ll be waiting.”
Seeing Jue Wu’s calm expression, Gao Fushuai was so angry he was practically smoking, trembling all over.
Someone could have used him to keep a beat for a square dance.
Gao Fushuai glanced at the muscles on Jue Wu’s body, decided against making himself miserable, pushed Jue Wu aside, and found another empty seat to sit down.
Bai Fumei looked at Jue Wu with some concern and said, “Master, you really should apologize to him.
After all, his father is the chief of police.”
“It doesn’t matter, I’m a man of spirituality meant only for practices of asceticism.
He wants to give me trouble, let him.
I’ll just take it as part of my spiritual training,” Jue Wu said nonchalantly, waving his hand.
“Please get me a glass of water,” Jue Wu said with a smile.
Hearing Jue Wu’s request, Bai Fumei hurried to fetch the water.
Meanwhile, Jue Wu took out an ancient book from his bag and immersed himself in reading.
“What are you reading?”
Startled, Jue Wu raised his head and saw Bai Fumei holding a glass of water, curiously leaning in to see what he was reading.
But that wasn’t important now, because, as Jue Wu looked up, he inadvertently bumped into Bai Fumei’s chest.
Feeling the soft warmth of Bai Fumei’s chest, Jue Wu took a deep breath, possessed by wanderlust.
Bai Fumei, with a startled cry, stood straight up, her face flushing as she looked around to see if anyone was watching.
Only when she was sure no one noticed did she relax.
The annoyed Bai Fumei punched Jue Wu in the head and shoved the glass of water into his hands, snorting, “Here’s your water, you little impious Monk.”
Jue Wu quickly set the water aside, careful not to spill it.
If any of it got on the ancient book, he would be devastated.
Bai Fumei stood beside Jue Wu, fuming and torn.
She had already figured out that Jue Wu was a lewd monk to his core.
Heaven knows how many rules he had already broken.
But what she didn’t know was that Jue Wu, just newly worldly, was still totally innocent.
Bai Fumei, with a cold expression, wanted to leave, but realizing that first-class was filled with old perverts and frustrated housewives, she found Jue Wu, despite being an impious Monk, slightly more tolerable.
This was much better than providing for the lewd old men or the petty troubles of the housewives.
As a flight attendant, Bai Fumei was prepared to deal with various advances and still keep her smile, as her job demanded it, especially since the first-class salary was significantly higher.
However, the wealthy are never lonely.
She shuddered remembering the last lewd old man who had reached out to grope her, wondering if that guy could even stand straight.
The more Bai Fumei thought about it, the angrier she got.
In front of cameras, they all acted so dignified, but behind closed doors, they were nothing but a mess.
Suddenly, Bai Fumei noticed from the corner of her eye an old man lecherously staring at her skirt.
She was about to press the call button— the other flight attendants were resting, and she was alone.
If she responded to the call, she would surely be harassed.
With a cold snort, Bai Fumei threw Jue Wu a glare.
Before Jue Wu could react to whether the flight attendant was angry or not, Bai Fumei had already plopped down onto his lap.
Jue Wu had no idea that Bai Fumei was so bold.
Besides, having spent twenty years in the monastery, he had never even seen a woman before.
Today, a lady as beautiful as flowers was sitting on his lap, and he was stunned.
What is going on, female benefactor?
Why don’t you respect yourself?
Isn’t our relationship progressing a bit too fast?
We should keep things appropriate, thought Jue Wu.
Looking at Bai Fumei’s bare thighs under her short skirt, he swallowed hard, throwing the precept of ‘not seeing what should not be seen’ out of his mind.
Before long, another flight attendant came to take over, and Bai Fumei got up from Jue Wu’s lap and, without a word, kicked him before running off.
Jue Wu shook his head and sighed.
He still didn’t understand women’s hearts.
In just these past two days, he realized that understanding a woman’s heart was as deep and unpredictable as the ocean.
If you tried to understand it, it would be like searching for a needle in the sea.
After more than an hour of flight, the plane finally arrived at Sunan City.
Jue Wu picked up his luggage and, led by the flight attendants, walked to the plane door.
Just as he left the hall, he saw a group of thugs approaching him, leading them was Gao Fushuai.
“Damn you, Monk, you dared to mess with me today; you’re dead,” Gao Fushuai said arrogantly with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
“I told you, stay out of my business.
Just so you know, Sunan is my turf.
Anyone who comes through must bow down to me.”
Jue Wu ignored the idiot and continued to hail a cab.
He was still looking for someone named Song Yun and had no time to waste on him.
Gao Fushuai, not wanting to miss this chance to show off and settle scores, stepped forward, grabbed Jue Wu, and sneered, “Go ahead, leave.
If you do, I’ll go and have fun with that Bai Fumei.
See all my brothers behind me?
I bet the ten of them will definitely make that Bai Fumei reach Cloud Nine.”
“Benefactor, aren’t you afraid of going to Hell by coercing them like this?” Jue Wu said angrily.
You little bastard, I’ve tolerated you for so long already, and yet you’re still spouting nonsense here.
Believe me or not, I could slap you right into the bathroom with a Tathagata palm.
Gao Fushuai chuckled, “I’m scared of a lot of things—no money, no power, no women, but I’m certainly not scared of going to Hell after dying.
Who can say for sure what happens after death?
Why should I make my life miserable?”
“So that’s it, huh?
Either Bai Fumei gets played to death, or you let me step on your face; this matter will just blow over,” Gao Fushuai laughed.
“But who said I agree to such a deal?” Jue Wu was very angry, incredibly angry.
He clenched his fists tightly.
Just then, a beautiful figure pushed Gao Fushuai aside and stood in front of Jue Wu—it was Bai Fumei, the flight attendant from the plane.
Bai Fumei, panting with sweat beading on her forehead, said, “Don’t mess with him.
I’ll handle all the trouble.”
“Clap clap clap.” Gao Fushuai clapped his hands and laughed heartily, “Beautiful lady, let’s go then.
We definitely won’t return sober tonight.”
“Did I agree for you two to decide this?” Jue Wu said somewhat helplessly.
“If you, boy, want to pick a fight with me, then come at me, or just go ahead and leave.
Who do you think I am?”
“Monk, I originally wanted to let you off today, but it looks like you don’t want it that way.
So let’s play a bit.
After playing with you, I’ll play with the beauty.”
“Don’t show off here.
I promised them.
At worst, I’ll find a chance to escape once I’m in, but if you fight with him, you’re definitely at a disadvantage,” Bai Fumei advised Jue Wu.
Jue Wu took a piece of paper from his pocket and then unlocked his phone to make a call.