Chapter 104

The refined man addressed Tang Luo not as Xuanzang, but as Mr. Tang, proving he knew Tang Luo's real-world information.

Belonging to the "subtle showing-off stream," he unintentionally displayed himself, or rather, revealed the strength of the mysterious organization Wulin Shenhua.

"Not going to introduce yourself first?" Tang Luo didn't even lift his eyelids, deflecting the conversation with a counter-question instead of taking the bait.

Comparing pretentiousness, could Master Xuanzang possibly lose?

Tang Luo had seen all kinds of great storms and waves; he knew of the Jade Emperor of Heaven and the Buddha of the Western Paradise—this man paled in comparison, and Tang Luo chatted and laughed with them effortlessly.

After adjusting his contact lenses, Tang Luo continued petting the cat.

Under his earnest guidance, the Heavenly Roaring Dog learned not to casually expose its belly—this was good.

"Sorry." The refined man wasn't angry, smiling gently, "I'm Kong Ming, and this is Xiao Feng."

The long-haired black Xiao Feng glared at Tang Luo, saying nothing.

"My dharma name is Xuanzang." Tang Luo nodded, "Just call me Master Xuanzang."

"Very well, Master Xuanzang." The self-proclaimed Kong Ming was quite easygoing.

"Tracking you all, of course there's a reason—triple joy, turned by you into double joy." Tang Luo said.

What is triple joy?

Tang Luo killed Thirteen, eliminated evil, and gained merit power—this counts as normal single joy, basic operation.

Performing enlightenment and healing for A Fei, Strong Uncle, and others also yields some merit power, thus double joy.

Lastly, Thirteen was still a fate-holder; his fate fragments healed Tang Luo, converting into part of merit power.

This is triple joy.

But because Wulin Shenhua interfered, Tang Luo killed A Tuo.

Afterwards, rescuing A Tuo brought Tang Luo no merit power—just pure consumption.

Consuming merit power to save someone—input and output—usually yields gain in most cases, at least no loss.

But saving the one you killed yourself is "no input, only output."

Thus triple joy became double joy.

Should Wulin Shenhua be responsible? Not only do they not take responsibility, they even want to run—Tang Luo couldn't possibly not chase them?

Creditor Tang looked at this Kong Ming with righteous confidence.

Kong Ming fell silent for a few seconds—triple joy, double joy, he didn't understand.

"Anyway, you caused me a loss." Tang Luo said, "Are you prepared to compensate?"

"You madman, killing even your own companions—" the long-haired black Xiao Feng said.

Having just said that, Kong Ming raised a hand to stop him: "Master Xuanzang didn't kill him."

"Huh?" Xiao Feng blinked, looking at Kong Ming, how could it be? She was 100% sure that driver was stabbed through the heart—such injuries rarely allow survival.

Kong Ming said gently, "It must be the master's enlightenment healing—I'd guess correctly."

"It consumes a lot." Tang Luo said.

"Indeed." Kong Ming said, "I don't know how Master Xuanzang plans to resolve this."

"Let me think." Tang Luo pondered how to regain that lost joy.

"Actually, I have a proposal." Kong Ming said, "If Master Xuanzang hasn't decided yet, why not hear it out?"

Less than twenty seconds had passed—this Kong Ming was clearly prepared.

"Sure."

"I want to invite Master Xuanzang to join our Wulin Shenhua." Kong Ming looked at Tang Luo, sincere, "Wulin Shenhua is certainly not some terrifying organization—"

"Fine." Before his prepared speech could even begin, Tang Luo interrupted.

"Master Xuanzang, don't rush to refuse—can—wait, did you just say 'fine'?" Kong Ming looked at Tang Luo.

That answer was too blunt—if it were refusal, it might still be understandable.

But this is joining a mysterious organization—who knows, your life trajectory might completely change—this is a major life event.

Some people agonize for half an hour just over going out to eat.

Why can you agree so readily?

"Well, I joined." Tang Luo said with a smile, Wulin Shenhua, not bad.

Tang Luo just likes joining organizations—having an organization is good.

What does an organization mean? Not speaking of connections, at least it means people—where there are people, there is the jianghu.

Where there is jianghu, there are grudges, emotions, love and hate—thus merit power.

Why not join?

As for this compensation, Tang Luo felt satisfied.

"Mr. Tang, won't you consider it?" Kong Ming said, even changing his mode of address.

"What, you planning to back out?" Tang Luo glared, the Heavenly Roaring Dog sprang up instantly, roaring like an evil dragon at Kong Ming.

Boarded the thief's ship, still want to run?

"No." Kong Ming gave a bitter smile and shook his head, "Just—"

"Just feel happiness came too suddenly, for a moment it feels unreal, right?" Tang Luo said, "Old Kong, be confident—people who smile often don't have bad luck."

What could Kong Ming do? He could only continue shaking his head with a bitter smile.

Tang Luo agreed so readily, it instead made him feel something was off.

"Since Master Xuanzang intends to join, let's speak plainly—no hidden words." Kong Ming reached into his inner pocket, pulled out a paper.

This is a contract.

Its content isn't complex: the signatories must not disclose Wulin Shenhua's internal information to outsiders.

Violators will face severe punishment.

At the same time, members of the Wulin Mythology must not attack each other, otherwise they will suffer from "backlash," and this backlash here is different from the punishment mentioned above.

Backlash is damage inflicted on the other party, which will be reflected back to oneself as double "feedback."

As long as you sign this contract, you are considered a member of the Wulin Mythology.

"How do I sign, write my name?" Tang Luo took it over, glanced through it, and asked.

"Drip blood." Kongming said, "You really have decided to join the Wulin Mythology?"

"It's clearly you who invited me, yet now you're making excuses and delaying—you're a scumbag..." Tang Luo reached his hand toward the side of the Heavenly Dog's mouth, "Bite."

The Heavenly Dog lifted its head and glanced at Tang Luo, confirming he wasn't trying to entrap him, then bit down hard.

The finger split open a wound, and Tang Luo dropped a drop of blood onto the contract.

The contract immediately burst into flames, leaving no ash or smoke, burning completely clean.

Tang Luo vaguely felt an invisible force allowing him to form a slight "connection" with the two people before him, then, like ripples on a calm water surface, it vanished without a trace.

This contract can be carried from the mission world into the real world for use, and everyone calls such things "artifacts."

"Welcome aboard, Master." Kongming stood up and solemnly extended his hand.

"Yeah, just call me Xuanzang from now on." Tang Luo also stood up and shook Kongming's hand.

"Master Xuanzang." The two sat down again, and Kongming said, "To be honest, I never thought you'd agree so readily."

Push-pull, feigning reluctance while desiring, mutual probing, even the Seven Captures and Seven Releases negotiation tactics—none were employed.

The true meaning of "I haven't even exerted myself, and you've already collapsed."

And Tang Luo collapsed with utter ease, just short of saying, "You hit me, pay up!"—making Kongming feel like he dug his own hole and jumped in.

"I, the poor monk, have no other hobbies; I just enjoy joining organizations, punishing evil and promoting good, benefiting all humanity." Tang Luo said.

"Hmph." Kongming let out a light chuckle.

"Hehe." Xiao Feng, who had just appeared, then mocked.

"Master Xuanzang, we members of the Wulin Mythology, like you, are bearers of fate." Kongming introduced, "Moreover, our fates are all inclined toward Eastern cultural 'fantasy figures.'"

"Oh." Tang Luo nodded.

"My fate is Zhuge Kongming." Kongming said, "Xiao Feng's fate is Nie Feng from 'Feng Yun'."

"Huh?" Tang Luo stared at the black straight long hair, "You're male, aren't you?"

I never expected it to be a cross-dressing big shot—Elder Tang actually misjudged.

"Where the hell do I look like a man!" Heizhi Chang flared up, thrusting out his chest and shouting angrily.

"... Just here." Tang Luo's gaze swept over this young woman who already had an airport's worth of wealth—a "rich lady."

If Tang Luo hadn't already become one of our own, Xiao Feng would have fought him to the death.

"Junior Sister Feng, don't worry about such details—there's still a big chance ahead." Tang Luo waved his hand generously, "Or, the poor monk can help you consecrate and heal."

"Master Xuanzang, I don't know what your fate is—"

Kongming quickly stepped in to change the subject; if Tang Luo continued, it would be a fight to the death.

"Tang Xuanzang." Tang Luo said.

"Tang Seng?" Kongming's face flickered with surprise, "Could you please elaborate a bit, Master Xuanzang? Rest assured, I'm not trying to pry into your secrets—among members, we usually appear as the original owners of our fates. Understanding each other's fates is also for mutual assistance."

"Exactly Tang Seng, skilled in consecration and healing." Tang Luo said, "Also capable of 'Boundless Dharma,' a fully reliable support. Just now you saw how high my support level is."

Kongming nodded and said: "Good, I understand. If we obtain any information about those with the Tang Seng fate, we will inform Master Xuanzang immediately."

The nature of the Wulin Mythology, put simply, is not unlike walking into science.

Mutual aid among fate-bearers, but tighter and stricter, also more mysterious and powerful—everyone appears as the original owner of their fate.

"Mm." Tang Luo nodded, "Actually, I'm also interested in other fates, and tasks like punishing evil and promoting good—very interesting too. Anyway, if there's something to do, just find the poor monk."

It's time for Tang Luo's favorite moment—handing out business cards.

Kongming stared at the card, took it over, and smiled: "Actually, I already have this card—frankly, many of us are in 'Walking into Science'."

"Got it, then return it." Tang Luo took it back again, leaving Kongming both laughing and crying.

"Junior Sister Feng, do you have one?" Tang Luo looked at Xiao Feng, couldn't tell, but it turns out she has the Nie Feng fate.

Following this logic, maybe some men will have female fates?

"Not needed." Xiao Feng coldly refused.

"Alas, you don't realize you just missed out on a hundred million." Tang Luo put the card away.

"Master Xuanzang, regarding fate, do you have anything else you'd like to know?" Kongming said.

"Walking into Science" has all kinds of miscellaneous information.

The Wulin Mythology mainly focuses on fate—if you don't understand, just ask.

"Could there be different fates for the same person?" Tang Luo asked.

"Yes." Kongming nodded, answering the question Qin Menglan couldn't solve.

Indeed, different fates for the same fantasy figure do exist.