The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism - Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Help Style a Knife

Zhu Lin immediately typed out a reply: "Scrammmmm!"

Realizing how she had failed to trick Fangzheng, to the point of not even making him feel a little strange or expose his true character, she immediately felt defeated . Unwilling to give up, she nudged Fangzheng again, making him a little unhappy . Why was this female patron touching him again and again? Was she molesting him?

However, he did not say that aloud . All he could do was look exasperatedly at Zhu Lin .

Zhu Lin said, "Master, might I ask you a question?"

Fangzheng said, "Female Patron, go ahead . If This Penniless Monk knows the answer, he will definitely answer . However, This Penniless Monk is still lacking in knowledge . There are many things This Penniless Monk doesn't know . "

Zhu Lin ignored the latter half of Fangzheng's answer . She said with a smile, "Tell me, the monk from Journey to the West, Tripiṭaka had to undergo 81 tribulations to become Buddha . As for Bull Demon King, all he needed to do to become Buddha was to lay down his murderous knife . Why is it so difficult for a good person to become Buddha? Why would it be so easy for a bad person to become Buddha? Is this fair?"

Fangzheng never expected Zhu Lin to ask such a question . He originally thought that she would continue with her inane questions .

Before Fangzheng replied, someone suddenly said from behind, "Well, he already has a knife with him . Are you going to have a verbal fight with him? Lay down the knife first before anyone speaks . "

Fangzheng: "#@$@#%"

Immediately, another person added, "Bull Demon King found Gautama Buddha and asked: 'Can I become a Buddha?' Gautama Buddha answered: 'Let's lay down the knife first and have a good chat . . . '"

With the duo's interruption, the discussion immediately went offtopic . Everyone on the bus began to let their imaginations run wild .

"If you don't want to get stabbed, it's best to let him lay down his knife first . "

"With a knife in hand, who would dare not make you Buddha?"

. . .

Fangzheng and Zhu Lin looked at each other and collectively turned dumbfounded . Man, were all the local comedians on their bus or something?

After the interruption, there was no way for the duo to continue conversing . Furthermore, the bus entered a tunnel, causing Zhu Lin to lose her internet connection . Zhu Lin realized that no matter how she hit on Fangzheng, he would only chuckle in response . He was gentle and modest, constantly maintaining a distance between the two of them . She lost her passion to tease Fangzheng and decided to have some sleep .

After the bus left the city district, people began boarding the bus . There were more and more people .

Fangzheng leaned onto the window and imagined the scene he would encounter after arriving at Baiyun Monastery . Unfortunately, he had never been there before . All he could do was fantasize .

At that moment, a hand secretly reached out and moved towards Zhu Lin's handbag .

Fangzheng's brows pricked up slightly as he looked up . He saw a stalwart man stare at him like he was a raging bull . The corners of his mouth formed a smirk as he gave a fierce demeanor . He said softly, "Keep watching the scenery!"

Fangzheng immediately understood that he had encountered a robber! It was a particularly fierce robber at that! He looked around him and some people were fast asleep . Someone was blocking the stalwart man's side to prevent others from seeing what was happening here . Clearly, he was an accomplice!

"Watch the scenery!" said the stalwart man again .

Fangzheng looked at Zhu Lin who was still sleeping soundly . He sighed, held his palms together, and said, "Amitabha . Patron, please be quiet . Don't wake her from her sweet dreams . "

"Do you f**king not understand what I just said? Turn your head away . Watch out or I'll stab you!" The stalwart man's expression turned fiercer . At the same time, he flashed a knife in front of Fangzheng .

From his point of view, the typical development would result in the other party turning their head obediently, regardless if the person was brave or not . Besides, with such a fair and tender young monk, it was unlikely he would put up a struggle and seek trouble .

However, a fair arm reached out and grabbed the sharp knife's blade under his astonished gaze .

"What are you doing?!" asked the stalwart man subconsciously .

"Amitabha . Nothing . This knife doesn't look nice, so This Penniless Monk will help you change its style . " Fangzheng gently squeezed with his strength .

"Let go! Let go or I'll stab you!" threatened the man with a hushed voice . He was glaring at Fangzheng .

Fangzheng said with a smile, "Amitabha . "

Fangzheng released his hand and left the man dumbfounded . He had bought the knife online, spending eighty-one yuan . It was made with workmanship from twenty-five techniques and tempered with fire through traditional methods . However, it had been twisted just like that, resembling Fried Dough Twist!

"This . . . This . . . " The man looked at the grinning monk and was at a loss for words . His lips were trembling .

"Beard, what are you doing? Hurry," the lanky man beside him whispered without turning his head over .

Beard said wryly, "Let me try with your knife . "

"What? Don't you have one? Also, we are robbers . Just threaten them into submission . Are you really trying to stab them?" the lanky man whispered into Beard's ears softly .

"I brought one, but I'm suspecting I might have bought a fake one . Darn scam merchants . Give me your watermelon knife . " After Beard said that, he handed his Fried Dough Twist knife to the lanky man .

When the lanky man received it, he nearly jumped up in fright after seeing it . Thankfully, he reacted in time and shouted whatever he wanted to say inwardly, "Holy motherf**king sh*t . What the f**k is this!?"

The lanky man handed his watermelon knife to Beard who pointed it at Fangzheng once again . He said fiercely, "If you have what it takes, try twisting this into Fried Dough Twist again!"

Just as his voice faded, he saw a blur . The knife was already in the monk's hands . Then, the monk smiled and exerted strength with his hands!

The sound of metal twisting sounded, leaving the watermelon knife twisted . Then, the monk stuffed the knife back into Beard's hand . He smiled and asked, "Patron, do you have any other requests? Should I tie a butterfly knot for you?"

"Driver! Stop the bus! I want to get off!"

"Stop shouting! Why would you alight in the middle of nowhere?"

"Stop the bus! Stop it! I want to get off! If you don't stop for me, I'm going to stab you with a Fried Dough Twist!"

"Squeak——"

The long-distance bus stopped by the roadside . Following that, three men ran down the bus and sprinted away amid the snow-laden wheat fields as though they were pursuing their long-lost youth .

Only then did the driver come round . A Fried Dough Twist could be used to stab a person to death? Were these guys comedians?

When Fangzheng saw this, he smiled and leaned by the window . He closed his eyes and took a nap . As for redeeming the robbers? Fangzheng did want to do so, but it was clearly impossible in the situation he was in . It was hard to determine what would happen if the bus jerked when he pulled them into a dream . . . So that was all he could do .

However, he failed to realize that the girl beside him had already opened her eyes slightly . She heaved a long sigh of relief . It turned out that Zhu Lin had not fallen asleep at all . Instead, she had been given a fright . She did not dare move . She hoped that a knight in shining armor would save her . If not, she believed in the principle of buying peace, so she had been feigning sleep .

In the end, she never expected that a scene that nearly dropped her jaw would happen . Fangzheng actually twisted the knife with his bare hands? Wasn't that . . . too miraculous? Was that possible?

At that moment, the driver's voice sounded, "Everyone, check to see if you have lost any valuable items . If you have, quickly make a police report . They haven't gone far . "

"F**k . Driver, why didn't you tell us earlier if you knew that they were robbers?" someone shouted immediately . Following that, everyone began checking their items .

"Tell you earlier? I run this route every day . These few bastards have been going in and out of prison all the time . Every time they are out, they return to this route . If I say anything, will I be able to continue driving? Besides, didn't I air the warning when I saw them come?" The driver wasn't happy either .

However, someone else was happy at that time .

"Senior Brother Wu Ming . It's settled! Everything has been settled . As long as Fangzheng tries to get a ferry to Baiyun Monastery—hehe . I guarantee you that he will understand the idiom: Lament one's littleness before the vast ocean!" Hong Xiang said on the phone .

Wu Ming gave a satisfied nod and said, "Well done . Hmph, that will teach him a lesson . "