Hua Monk, in broad daylight, was also staggering drunk, his tattered monk's robe smeared with grease.
As soon as Hua Monk entered the door, he started shouting loudly.
"Waiter, come attend to this master, bring up the best your tavern has to offer."
His footsteps were a mess, bumping into tables and customers alike, who all hurriedly dodged out of the way.
Upon sighting the monk, the previously smiling shopkeeper and waiters, who had been attending to the guests, had their faces fall.
Especially the shopkeeper, whose face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"It's you again, you mad monk. Didn't I tell you last time we don't serve you here! Someone come here, throw him out for me."
As he spoke, several burly waiters pounced like wolves and tigers, grabbing at Hua Monk's legs and feet, trying to toss him out.
But the monk, with his stumbling feet, managed to dodge in such a way that the waiters couldn't even touch the hem of his robe.
