Chapter 555: Chapter 483: Revenge
"Wait!" Wen Chongxian panicked, "If all the phones are smashed, how will we contact each other?"
"No need to contact anymore, if Sha Meihui doesn’t die tonight, tomorrow we’ll be the ones to die." After a pause, Yang Xiao slowly exhaled, "If we can’t finish the task tonight, then tomorrow everyone should just pray for their own luck and run for their lives."
Wen Chongxian felt his heart drumming, the thought of facing Mr. Wolf’s gang of fierce and evil men alone was unimaginable.
Desperate, Wen Chongxian realized that Monk Wukong was a capable person, immediately pleaded: "Master, you have a Buddha’s heart, as soon as day breaks tomorrow, I’ll come to the villa to find you!"
"If you dare come, I’ll break your damn legs!" Before Monk Wukong could speak, Yang Xiao immediately scolded with cold brows, as they themselves were barely able to protect themselves, carrying the burden of Wen Chongxian might result in them not even knowing how they would die.
If the plan failed tonight, then tomorrow it would become a massive escape murder scene, and being caught by Mr. Wolf and his men would surely lead to death.
"Wen Chongxian, don’t worry, as long as everyone follows Mr. Chu’s proposal tonight, we will be fine," Che Xuexiang tried to reassure him.
But the look of despair on Wen Chongxian’s face did not seem to be soothed.
At Yang Xiao’s insistence, nine mobile phones were lined up on the table. Wen Chongxian had a bitter expression, unsure whether this decision was right or wrong.
Picking up a heavy enamel cup, Yang Xiao smashed it down forcefully, and within a few hits, the first phone was broken.
Then the second, the third... until there was only the last one left.
Now Yang Xiao was also exhausted; destroying the phones wasn’t as easy as expected. But faced with the last phone, he hesitated. This final phone was Monk Wukong’s, and it had been broken from the start.
"No need to smash this one, the Buddhist faith speaks of predestined affinity, so Monk Wukong, you keep it as a souvenir," Yang Xiao picked up the last phone and placed it in Monk Wukong’s pocket.
"Amitabha," Monk Wukong muttered a Buddha chant softly.
However, this scene aroused Wen Chongxian’s suspicions. He intervened, "Why leave one, could it be... can this phone still be used?"
Monk Wukong silenced him with a single gesture, taking the phone out of his pocket and handing it to Wen Chongxian, sincerely stating: "This phone has a destiny with Mr. Wen."
"Yes, I think it’s predestined too," Yang Xiao followed with a laugh.
This made Wen Chongxian even more embarrassed, as he quickly explained that he had no ill intentions and was just curious.
Before parting, Yang Xiao confirmed the night’s arrangement with everyone again: no use of any phones or to answer any calls at the door, and everyone agreed.
After speaking, Yang Xiao and Monk Wukong left, they were heading back to the villa, and Che Xuexiang also departed for her rental space, leaving Wen Chongxian alone in the hotel room 9018; what began as a group of nine was now down to just four individuals.
Once the taxi came to a stop, Yang Xiao and the other person got out in front of the villa community gate, looking at the setting sun on the horizon, a sense of desolation spontaneously emerged, seemingly foreshadowing a certain end.
"Monk Wukong, I’m supposed to keep watch of the villa tonight, do you think we should stick together, or should I be alone?" Yang Xiao asked about Monk Wukong’s preference.
Monk Wukong put his palms together calmly and replied, "I have a habit of eating supper, if Master Chu could offer this monk a roast duck and a pot of yellow wine, I would be willing to accompany Master Chu."
Yang Xiao glanced across to the food stall opposite the street and replied, "There’s no roast duck, would barbecued duck do?"
"Amitabha, I can make do," replied Monk Wukong. As soon as he finished speaking, he started walking towards the barbecued duck shop across the street.
After choosing a barbecued duck that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, along with a bottle of yellow wine, they went back to the villa together. Arriving at the second-floor bedroom, the monk didn’t act like a stranger at all. He sat down, tore the barbecued duck apart, picked a duck leg and savored it, occasionally washing it down with yellow wine, making Yang Xiao watching him also crave it.
"Is it that good?" Yang Xiao became more convinced of the monk’s ways and couldn’t resist asking, "They say that those in the Buddhist Temple emphasize cultivation and renounce the desire for food, that even dragon liver and phoenix marrow would taste like chewing wax to them, and treasures of food are treated like dust; you are...."
Hearing the words, Monk Wukong didn’t even look up, ripping off the sizzling duck skin and stuffing it into his mouth. While chewing, he mumbled, "Who spoke such nonsense? I’ve passed by thousands of temples, yet I’ve never seen a monk offering chunks of wax or dirt before Buddha?"
"The sin of meat and wine passes through my intestines, but Buddha remains in my heart?" Yang Xiao pinched a crispy duck wing and put it in his mouth to chew thoughtfully.
Unexpectedly, Monk Wukong threw back his head and drained the remaining half bottle of yellow wine, cheeks flushed, then laughed loudly: "If the monk likes it, meat and wine naturally pass; if the monk dislikes it, even Buddha could pass."
Hearing this, Yang Xiao’s expression changed slightly, shocked by the monk’s audacity, he lowered his voice, "Monk, if you say such things passing by others’ temples, you might get thrown out."
"Not at all," Monk Wukong shook his head, "the Buddha in my heart is not the same as the one in their hearts, we are not from the same family."
"Oh?" Yang Xiao was intrigued, "Which Buddha do you worship then?"
Hearing this, Monk Wukong lost his arrogant demeanor, put his hands together and looked at Yang Xiao silently. They stood off for a dozen seconds, Monk Wukong’s gaze deep as the ocean, making Yang Xiao feel uneasy.
"Monk Wukong, if you do not wish to say, let it be, we are also predestined," Yang Xiao attempted to divert the uncomfortable topic.
