Supreme Warrior in the City

Chapter 1441: Chapter 1440: The Disciple of the Drunken Monk

Listening to Lü Donglin’s words, Su Yang couldn’t help but laugh. One of the key reasons they got along so well was that their personalities were quite similar.

Strike while the enemy is weak—on this matter, Su Yang and Lü Donglin were completely aligned!

”Alright then, let’s do it this way!” Su Yang nodded slowly, glanced at the somewhat worried Xue Nu and the others, and said softly, ”But everyone, don’t worry too much. We might not lose this battle!”

”Oh?” Lü Donglin perked up immediately. ”You have a plan?”

”Heh...” Su Yang chuckled lightly. ”For now, it’s confidential. But by tomorrow night, everything will be revealed!”

”Great!” Lü Donglin laughed aloud. ”It’s settled, then. Hey, you shameless monk, stick around and remember to help out tomorrow night!”

The Drunken Monk reeked of alcohol and waved his hand dismissively. ”I’m only here to deal with Jade-Faced Judge’s people. As for the rest, I won’t get involved...”

”Stop with the nonsense!” Lü Donglin retorted instantly. ”Just a couple of days ago, we were trapped in an enemy formation by the Jade-Faced Judge’s men, and we didn’t see you lifting a finger to deal with them. If you don’t help with this matter, all the wine you’ve had these past few days would’ve been for nothing!”

”You... you’re blackmailing me!” The Drunken Monk felt cornered and looked a bit flustered.

”Enough talking, it’s decided!” Lü Donglin forcefully slapped the Drunken Monk’s shoulder. ”By the way, I heard your junior disciple is about to reach the Capital City? Get in touch with him quickly. If possible, have him come help tomorrow!”

Su Yang glanced at the Drunken Monk—his junior disciple was here too? That was fantastic news. If the Drunken Monk was so strong, his junior disciple’s abilities surely wouldn’t be lacking either.

”I heard he arrived, but I don’t know where he is,” the Drunken Monk mumbled while hiccupping from the alcohol.

”Pfft, finding him shouldn’t be hard!” Lü Donglin waved his hand. ”Let someone check where the most beautiful women in the Capital City have been gathering lately—is there a model competition, a beauty pageant, or anything like that?”

”What?” Su Yang looked completely bemused. ”What does that have to do with anything?”

”His junior disciple is called Happy Monk,” Lü Donglin replied. ”To put it bluntly, he’s a ladies’ man—he’ll run straight to wherever the beautiful women are!”

”Huh?” Su Yang stood there dumbfounded. What kind of monk was this?

”He’s got another junior disciple, called Meat Monk—he lives for meat,” Lü Donglin added. ”But that guy can’t hold a drop of alcohol. As for Happy Monk, he doesn’t touch either meat or alcohol—he’s purely drawn to women!”

”This... what kind of monks are these?” Su Yang was totally perplexed. Mahakasyapa of the Buddha Palace was renowned across the realm, a brilliant talent of the Buddhist Sect. Why were his three disciples so ludicrous?

”You’ll get used to it eventually,” Lü Donglin said.

”Alcohol and meat pass through the gut, while Buddha resides in the heart!” The Drunken Monk spoke slowly.

Su Yang: ”...”

Soon after, Zhao Hu Zi completed the investigation. He reported that indeed, a model competition was being held somewhere in the Capital City tonight.

Without another word, Lü Donglin grabbed Su Yang and the Drunken Monk and stormed off toward the venue.

When they arrived, the event venue was bustling, packed with people, and Su Yang and Lü Donglin struggled to get through the crowd.

”Hey, since we’re here, you as the elder disciple should at least step up!” Lü Donglin pushed the Drunken Monk.

With a wine jug in hand, the Drunken Monk looked around, then suddenly pointed toward the backstage area. ”Go over there.”

”Oh?” Lü Donglin and Su Yang immediately followed the Drunken Monk to the backstage area.

The backstage was utter chaos—a flurry of makeup artists, people touching up models, and various staff bustling around.

When Su Yang and the others walked in, no one paid them much attention. Strictly speaking, regular people weren’t allowed in the backstage area. At the entrance, four burly security guards were stationed.

Those guards, however, had already been swiftly taken down by Lü Donglin, allowing Su Yang and his group to enter unimpeded.

Once inside, nobody bothered with them—a testament to how secure everyone thought the area was. No one imagined someone could sneak past the guards.

The Drunken Monk walked between Lü Donglin and Su Yang, sipping his wine. Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks, clasped his hands together in prayer, bowed his head, and began chanting repeatedly, ”Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha...”

”What’s gotten into you now?” Lü Donglin glanced at him and immediately burst into laughter.

Su Yang, curious, turned to look and couldn’t help but stifle his own laughter.

Not far from the Drunken Monk, a scantily-clad model was sashaying toward them in full catwalk mode. Upon seeing her, the Drunken Monk’s face turned bright red as he lowered his head and frantically chanted Buddhist scripture—it was evidently because of her appearance.

”You shameless monk, for all the wine you’ve had, you don’t even have a shred of guts for this!” Lü Donglin laughed and cursed, dragging the monk along. ”Your junior disciple—can he really be hiding backstage? Where would he even be?”

Still keeping his head down, the Drunken Monk dared not look around and muttered softly, ”The changing room.”

”The changing room?” Lü Donglin was briefly stunned before he cursed again. ”Damn, how sleazy is that?”

Su Yang felt equally exasperated. The Drunken Monk’s junior disciple was truly a rare breed.

Soon, the three of them reached the changing room’s door. Now standing there, all three were suddenly at a loss.

”What do we do now?” Su Yang looked at the Drunken Monk.

”Go in and search!” The Drunken Monk replied.

”No kidding!” Su Yang said, rolling his eyes. ”Then why don’t you go in?”

”Amitabha... sinful, sinful!” The Drunken Monk clasped his hands in prayer, bowing his head like a repentant monk.

”What’s that supposed to mean? Are you not going in?” Su Yang’s eyes widened. ”Hey, that’s your junior disciple! Only you know what he looks like and where he might be hiding. You can’t seriously expect the two of us to go in, right?”

”Sinful, sinful.” The Drunken Monk continued bowing his head. ”Master Lü has already seen my junior disciple before.”

”Pfft! You’re saying I should go in instead?” Lü Donglin’s eyes widened. ”All those models are changing clothes in there! If I go in, wouldn’t I get thrown out by force?”

”Well, if I go in, I’ll be thrown out too!” The Drunken Monk complained, making a pitiful face.

”It’s the same—any guy who goes in will get thrown out!” Su Yang said, rolling his eyes.

”Uh...” The Drunken Monk thought for a moment, then suddenly said, ”I think Master Lü going in would still be the best option!”

”Why?” Lü Donglin protested angrily.

”Master Lü is handsome, refined, and charismatic. Surely the young ladies would like you!” The Drunken Monk responded earnestly.

”Really?” Lü Donglin touched his face, smiling smugly. ”Now that you mention it, you could be right! Shall I give it a try?”

Su Yang: ”...”

Lü Donglin tidied his hair, straightened his outfit, and stepped into the changing room with confidence, pushing open the door.

Meanwhile, the Drunken Monk stood by the door expectantly. Before long, a series of shrieks erupted from inside the room. ”Ah! A pervert!”

”There’s a creep!”

”Beat him up! Get him out!”

The door was suddenly shoved open, and Lü Donglin bolted out, covering his head like a rat in retreat.