Chapter 925 - 450: Assassin Code One
Faced with the monk’s pleading, the young girl still didn’t lift an eyelid, her expression extremely cold, saying indifferently, "No money, go elsewhere; do you think our place is disaster relief aid?"
The monk was somewhat embarrassed, timidly asking:
"Little benefactor, could I keep a tab first? This little monk is also out for collecting payments; I’ll pay once I..."
"Scram."
The young girl directly issued an order to leave.
The monk, seeing this, felt utterly helpless, sighed, and turned his gaze to the one-eyed man and the plump woman at the adjacent table.
He stepped forward respectfully, chanting, "Amitabha, benevolent patrons, this little monk is truly parched, could you spare a cup of tea for me?"
The plump woman’s eyes rolled, surveying the monk’s dust-covered yet still handsome face, and laughed charmingly:
"Young monk, at which temple do you practice? Must be hard being a monk, living on the wind and squatting by the roadside, where is the happy life in that? Why don’t you come with sister, I’ll ensure your days ahead are leisurely and blissful, much more enjoyable than your retreat in the temple."
The monk, upon hearing this, only smiled bitterly, placing his hands together, and with a slight bow replied:
"Thank you for your kind offer, benevolent patron, this little monk seeks peace of mind through the devotion to Buddha. If you could spare a cup of tea, this monk would be quite satisfied."
"Sure."