Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

They were four burly men wearing matching black waiter vests.

"Miss Chu," the leading man said in a low voice, "this way, please. For your safety, please come with us."

Chu Jin's heart sank.

They really came for her!

She immediately took a half step back, and without hesitation, shouted at the top of her lungs towards the main stage, "Master! Master Huifa! Help! There are bad guys! They're trying to arrest me!!"

The young monks' ears perked up instantly.

"It's Master Chu's voice! Something seems wrong!"

"Someone is plotting against our benefactor... no, against our generous patron, Mr. Chu!"

Abbot Huifa, who was sitting at the very front, had already become wary.

He's lived for so many years, what storms hasn't he weathered?

This sudden darkness and communication disruption was no accident.

His first thought was the worst-case scenario: someone was trying to take advantage of the chaos to harm this generous client.

Upon hearing Chu Jin's cry for help, Abbot Huifa did not hesitate and immediately ordered, "Protect Benefactor Chu! Stop the villains from committing the crime!"

"yes!"

Upon hearing the abbot's command, the young monks, who had been unable to contain themselves for so long, showed no fear on their faces, but rather excitement.

"stop!"

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. Kidnapping others is a grave sin!"

"You audacious scoundrel! How dare you be so insolent before Your Majesty!"

A dozen or so young monks roared and, disregarding any formation, rushed toward the direction from which Chu Jin's voice came.

They quickly rushed to Chu Jin and the others, and without saying a word, they formed a human wall, forcefully separating the four black-clad waiters from Chu Jin and the other girls, firmly protecting them behind them.

The four waiters in black were clearly taken aback when they saw the large group of bald men who had suddenly appeared.

The head waiter's eyes turned cold; he didn't take the group of chanting monks seriously at all.

He stepped forward, deliberately showing off his bulging biceps, a sinister smile spreading across his face, and threatened:

"Hey bald monk, mind your own business and get out of my way! Or I'll take care of you all too!"

As he spoke, he reached out to push aside the monk blocking his way.

In his view, these chanting monks were weak and powerless, and would cower after being threatened a few times.

"No! Stop! How dare you abduct a woman in the dark! We're calling the police!"

"Yes! You can't do this!"

"How dare they be so arrogant in this sacred Buddhist sanctuary!"

"Senior, this is an exchange meeting..."

"A Buddhist exchange meeting! How dare they be so arrogant!"

The young monks would never allow these four fierce-looking men to kidnap Chu Jin in front of their dozen or so fellow monks, under the watchful eyes of a group of beautiful girls and wealthy patrons.

That was a slap in the face for them. How will they survive in the Buddhist community after this?

How could he hold his head high in front of Benefactor Chu? Wouldn't it be too hot to handle that 1.5 million incense money?

Soon, the two sides started pushing and shoving each other.

The four waiters exchanged a glance, a fierce glint in their eyes. Time was of the essence; they had no time to waste words with these troublesome monks! They had to finish this quickly!

"You're asking for it!" the head waiter cursed under his breath, no longer holding back, and threw a punch directly at the face of the young monk who was blocking the way!

The other three also attacked simultaneously, pushing and shoving, trying to force their way through the wall of monks.

"Ouch!"

"Bang!"

The young monk in front was caught off guard and took a punch to the face. His glasses flew off, and he cried out in pain as he fell backward.

My nose tingled, and I felt warm liquid flowing down my face.

In front of a group of girls, he actually got punched in the nose and bled?!

"You son of a bitch, you dare hit me?! And you even slapped me in the face?!"

The young monk was both shocked and furious. He didn't even bother to pick up his glasses, feeling a surge of heat rush to his head.

"You little brat! Taste your Buddha's Vajra Fist!"

He roared, no longer caring about any precepts, and driven by instinct and anger, swung his fist at the waiter who had hit him earlier!

When the other monks saw that their senior brother had actually been punched, and with the surroundings being dark and chaotic, their adrenaline surged and their blood rushed to their heads.

"Brothers! Protect the righteous Dharma, even at the cost of your lives! Help Brother Jingxin hold him down!" A monk roared and rushed forward.

"Junior brothers, beat these bastards up!"

"Hit him! Hold him down!"

"Dry him to death!"

A dozen or so young monks, their eyes reddening, charged forward with howling cries.

The four waiters were professionally trained, and their fighting skills and strength far surpassed those of the ordinary monks.

...But there were just too many monks!

Although these monks fought without any rules, they were not only united, but they would also become even more frenzied after being hurt.

Two fists can't fight four hands. The monks grabbed their arms and hugged their waists, swarming forward and knocking all four of them to the ground.

Then, a dozen or so people held down the four men and gave them a good beating.

The old monks on the platform looked at each other, their expressions quite interesting as they watched the chaotic battle not far away, a group of people wrestling and cursing in the darkness, accompanied by muffled "bangs".

If word gets out, will the reputation of Tanapola Temple for winning people over with virtue and for its profound Buddhist teachings be lost?

Who would dare to donate money for incense in the future? They probably think the temple is also running a martial arts school.

Abbot Huifa watched as the thugs were being "persuaded" to do good by their disciples, held them down on the ground, remained silent for a few seconds, and then slowly uttered a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha."

The old monk beside him immediately perked up, knowing that the abbot was about to speak.

As expected, Abbot Huifa said peacefully, "Everyone, go and protect the Dharma. This is called the Vajra Realm. The Dharma is not transmitted to six ears. Without anger or fear, one is in perfect harmony."

These words are shrouded in mystery and full of Zen-like wisdom.

However, the four chief abbots and the eight deacons were all old partners who had been with him for more than ten years, and they immediately understood the deeper meaning and urgent instructions in the abbot's words.

Protectors are those who stand on the periphery of the battle to ensure that the rituals inside are not disturbed.

The Vajra Realm is where they form an indestructible human Vajra wall, using their robes to block out the scene.

The saying "The Dharma should not be transmitted to six ears" means that the Buddhist teachings being exchanged inside should not be listened to, watched, or spread outside; it must be kept secret.

The last thing I said was that as long as you don't show anger or fear on your faces and handle this situation smoothly, everyone will be safe and sound, and the temple's reputation will be preserved!

The old monks: "..."

They secretly admired the abbot; his professional skills and crisis management awareness were simply superb.

When a dozen or so young people start fighting, these old folks can't stop them, and they can't separate them either.

Moreover, their own disciples hadn't suffered any losses, so they could only block them for now and prevent others from recording. They would have plenty of excuses and reasons to cover it up later.