Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

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."

The plump woman's smile deepened.

She picked up the teapot on the table and suddenly poured the tea over her collar.

The tea flowed down her clothes, instantly soaking her, and the already somewhat tight outfit clung tightly, accentuating her plump figure even more.

The woman wore a seductive expression on her face, using her finger to lift the monk's chin and deliberately pushed out her chest, teasingly said:

"Come, drink, have all you want, sister won't get angry."

The monk was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, stumbling a bit, nearly falling to the ground.

This scene amused the plump woman, making her burst into laughter, shaking with laughter, and her plump flesh quivered nonstop.

As she laughed, she didn't forget to tease:

"Oh, look at you being so timid, sister won't eat you, hahaha."

"Xiu, give it to him."

The one-eyed man, who was meditating, suddenly spoke.

The plump woman pouted, ceased her teasing, took a piece of silver and handed it to the monk: "Take it, buy some tea, this silver is enough to purchase this entire tea stall."

But unexpectedly, the monk refused: "This humble monk does not accept money; a cup of tea is sufficient."

The plump woman furrowed her brows, giving a cold laugh: "Stubborn mule."

She tossed the silver onto the young girl's table: "Another pot of tea for this handsome monk."

The old man from the tea stall brought over a pot of tea eagerly.

The monk merely poured a cup of tea, first placing the cup to his nose, gently sniffing it, and a look of enjoyment appeared on his face, he praised:

"Great tea, the tea without shadow, the shadow hides tea, all life's forms can enter the tea, anger, ignorance, joy, and sorrow all blend within, indescribable... Elder, this tea is excellent."

Upon hearing this, the old man from the tea stall showed a simple smile, scratched his head, and said:

"As long as the master likes it, it's just ordinary tea leaves, but handled clumsily by myself, caught the master's eye, it's its luck."

The monk softly smiled and nodded, then took a light sip of the tea.

Next, he took out a chipped bowl from his body, carefully poured the remaining tea from the cup into the bowl, then held the bowl in both hands, coming to the horse.

The horse, perhaps extremely thirsty, lowered its head and drank voraciously, issuing faint sounds of drinking water.

After the horse finished drinking, the monk placed his hands together, bowing to the plump woman:

"Thank you, benevolent patrons, a cup of tea carries human kindness, a bond of cause and effect. This humble monk is named Wu She; if the patrons encounter calamities in the future, this monk will assist you in crossing this misfortune."

Saying this, he mounted the horse.

The hooves lifted, leaving only a gradually receding silhouette.

The plump woman glanced with scornful eyes, disdainfully remarked: "Monks are always like this, full of talk about karma and fate, who knows what use it is.

Such a handsome young man, what a waste, insisting on being a bald donkey, sticking to those tedious rules and precepts, truly boring."

The old man from the tea stall collected the monk's cup, washing it in the basin while laughing: "The Buddhist Sect emphasizes karma, maybe that master was a living immortal, and may really aid you in overcoming a disaster in the future."

The plump woman rolled her eyes: "Old lady never believes in fate, karma, or immortals. To me, they are all nonsense. Instead of wasting time on such empty things, better to think about how to gain more benefits."

The one-eyed man glanced at the tea stall old man, then looked towards the direction where the monk left, deep in thought.

After a while, the one-eyed man finished regulating his breath, felt his chaotic internal energy slightly stabilized, and left with the plump woman named Xiu.

The tea stall old man collected the cups from the table, shaking his head and laughing:

"This world, truly getting harder to understand, even villains can have luck, seems that old bald monk indeed fearful, dare not go against heaven anymore."

The tea stall little girl swung her short legs, snorted, said:

"Back then, wouldn't let him ascend, he insisted on ascending; now, when he's allowed to ascend, he's afraid to ascend.

His own disciples have successfully ascended, yet he's lurking in corners, even pretending to create three relic pieces, trying to challenge the Heavenly Dao."