Chapter 133: You're Already Healed

"You sure you're not wearing a mask?" Kongming asked Tang Luo, looking at him.

He was dressed all in black at this moment, still wearing the Wulin Shenhua mask, looking very mysterious.

The two soon arrived at the gathering spot of Wulin Shenhua—also one of its strongholds.

"Not wearing one." Tang Luo shook his head. He was here to advertise—what mask would he wear? "With you all like this, can you even tell who's who?"

"Look closely." Kongming pointed at his own mask and said.

Tang Luo examined it carefully and noticed that Kongming's mask differed from the ones worn by Li Qing and Xiao Li Feidao that day.

"The ones they wore that day were the standard external masks. Internally, each person's mask has different features, allowing us to tell who is who." Kongming said.

"Oh." Tang Luo's eyes lit up. "I see. Then give me a set of the uniform kind too."

"Hey, don't go robbing houses wearing those." Kongming looked at Tang Luo with a "found the scapegoat" expression and warned him.

"I, a monk who has left home, how could I do such a thing?" Tang Luo said, feeling hurt.

Kongming said nothing, having forgotten how everyone originally met?

"I have a spare set here. Do you want to wear it now?" Kongming pointed toward the back.

Their current position was on a small pleasure boat, with the gathering point at sea.

Not a small island, but a pleasure ship—a cruise liner, brimming with the aura of heaven and earth being split apart.

"Put on some clothes." Tang Luo took out a black robe from the storage box and draped it over himself; the sea wind made the robe flap loudly, the standard mask hung at his waist, Tang Luo did not put it on, and on the distant sea, a ship's shadow could faintly be seen.

Not some super-large luxurious cruise liner, but it still looked quite enticing.

Approaching the cruise liner, no one came to greet them, but a soft ladder had already been lowered at the edge.

The two leapt up, grabbed the soft ladder, and boarded the cruise liner.

"What about this boat?" Tang Luo pointed at the pleasure boat they had arrived in.

"No problem, someone will handle it." Kongming said, then began introducing the basic situation of the cruise liner.

This is not a one-time gathering spot, but also Wulin Shenhua's most frequently used stronghold.

Wulin Shenhua members are stationed here regularly, capable of accommodating hundreds for daily life.

Members can stay temporarily on the cruise liner, or assign themselves a room, residing either temporarily or long-term, paying to be a "tourist" who cares about nothing.

Or they can stay without paying, but must take responsibility for various related tasks, including the cruise liner's maintenance, equivalent to being permanent staff on the ship.

Currently, there are ten Wulin Shenhua members permanently stationed on the cruise liner, one of whom is the captain, known as the "Dragon King."

Seven or eight have booked rooms, residing regularly but not permanently stationed.

Additionally, there are some ordinary staff members, just like the ordinary staff of nearby science, who know that the people they work for are transcendent beings.

They belong to the category of knowing the "what" but not the "why," and thus do not count as leaking information about the divine-demonic game.

Wulin Shenhua's "cruise liner gathering" is less a gathering and more the time when the cruise liner docks, so nearby members usually choose to come for a visit.

It's not that they specially notify all members, asking everyone to come over for a gathering.

"Quite a few people came this time." Kongming said.

"Hmm, why?" Tang Luo asked.

"Because of you—many people are very interested in you." Kongming said.

Tang Luo laughed: "Hmm, good." Indeed, a man as flamboyant as him stands out wherever he goes, like a firefly in the night.

"You just don't know how to keep a low profile." Kongming laughed.

"What's the point of being low-profile?" Tang Luo said, "I'm here to advertise..."

"Hahaha!"

A burst of hearty laughter interrupted Tang Luo's words, and then a man was seen walking toward them from this side.

The man wore no mask, had a square face, thick brows, and large eyes.

Tall in stature, even taller than the Vajra from the previous mission by several inches, with a dense beard like iron bristles and short hair as stiff as steel needles, both white, his age certainly not young, yet he showed no signs of aging at all.

He held a cigar in his mouth, his upper body draped in a coat, his lower body wearing loose pants, and his feet in flip-flops.

His abdominal and chest muscles were stacked like blocks, giving the impression of a walking upright bear.

"Dragon King." Kongming greeted this middle-aged-to-elderly man with a smile.

"Old Kong!" Dragon King embraced Kongming, clearly an old friend.

Kongming's height is certainly not short, but in front of this Dragon King, he looks like a child.

"This is Master Xuanzang." Kongming introduced the two, "This is Dragon King, also the owner of this ship."

"Hello, hello." Dragon King said, smiling, the cigar in his mouth not affecting his speech at all.

"I've heard of Dragon King's great name." Tang Luo said, well, just a minute ago Kongming had introduced him.

"Me too." Dragon King continued smiling, he very much enjoys laughing.

Too bad, his appearance is overly domineering and leaking, and when he laughs, it rather gives off the feeling of a child crying at night.

Tang Luo was about to come back with a few more lines of mutual boasting, but Kongming said: "Stop the mutual boasting—this old illiterate only says 'Me too,' and it's utterly meaningless."

Mutual boasting about various things requires meeting a worthy opponent to be enjoyable.

"What old illiterate? Throw you into the sea—can you tell east from west?" Dragon King said.

"What's so hard about that?" Kongming said. He was originally a very intelligent, learned person, and with Zhuge Liang's fate, he is widely knowledgeable, with excellent memory—knowing astronomy above and geography below comes easily.

"... Master Xuanzang, I'll give you a tour of the Dragon King." Dragon King promptly changed the subject.

The cruise liner's name is also simple and blunt.

"Good." Tang Luo said.

The Dragon King led the two of them—actually just leading Tang Luo—on a tour of the cruise liner; the Dragon King is divided into a rest area, a work area, a leisure area, and a dining area.

Along the way, they also encountered some Wulin Shenhua members, most of whom wore masks.

Also, a few, like Tang Luo, had their masks hung at their waists.

"Does it affect eating?" Tang Luo looked at Kong Ming. This guy wore a mask at sea, but took it off once on the ship.

"There's room service." Dragon King said, "Actually, after a long time, the more people you know, the lazier you get about wearing it."

"So those wearing them are all newcomers?" Tang Luo asked.

"Not exactly." Kong Ming said, "Wulin Mythology is more like an alliance, not a very tight, united-as-one organization."

Members helping each other for free is sentiment; not helping is duty.

Some people simply use it as a platform, so naturally they choose to keep their identities secret.

"Someone as high-profile as you, I've only seen one before." Kong Ming continued.

"Oh, which hero is that?" Tang Luo's words were quite skillful — they looked like praising someone else, but were actually praising himself.

"Hahaha!" Dragon King beside them laughed so hard he nearly dropped his cigar.

Kong Ming didn't speak; everyone knew in their hearts who it was.

After the tour, the three came to Dragon King's lounge and sat down. Dragon King spoke: "Master Xuanzang, actually I have a matter I want your help with."

"Speak. Who needs crossing over?" Tang Luo said, "Whoever needs crossing over — demons, monsters, evil spirits, the utterly wicked — there is no one this poor monk cannot cross over."

Business walked in the door.

Why join major organizations, if not to wait for business to come knocking?

"Not crossing over." Dragon King put down his cigar, looking at Tang Luo. What Xuanzang fate — so violent?

"Heard Master's Opening Light Healing is peerless." Dragon King said.

"Correct." Tang Luo wasn't modest at all, "Whoever's near death, this poor monk will open light and save them."

"No, not dead yet. Master look at this, can it be cured?" Dragon King stood up, about to take off his pants.

"Don't treat hemorrhoids!" The speaker was Kong Ming. Taking off pants in public, an insult to decorum!

"Pah!" Dragon King cursed, "Your family's hemorrhoids this big?!"

Inside the pants was a pair of flowered underpants. At the lower thigh, there was a bowl-sized wound.

The edges were charred black; inside, white leg bone could still be seen.

Kong Ming frowned: "When did you get injured, why didn't you tell me? Has Doctor Bian seen it?"

"What's there to say? I 'can't cure' it, you're about the same. He's seen it, no good solution." Dragon King said. Their circles basically overlapped; if he couldn't find a way to treat the injury, Kong Ming wouldn't fare much better.

"Amitabha."

Tang Luo pressed his palms together at his chest, closed his eyes, and began reciting scriptures.

Golden light radiated from his body; in a moment, the entire lounge was filled with golden light. Coupled with the Sanskrit sounds by the ear, for a time it seemed like being in a Buddha land.

"Hiss—"

Dragon King sucked in a sharp breath. Violent pain suddenly transmitted from his leg.

He was not alarmed but delighted. Pain was a good thing. You see, his injury had already numbed the surrounding area. Being able to feel pain meant hope.

"Master, can it be cured? How much hope of recovery?"

Soon, Tang Luo stopped chanting and reopened his eyes. Dragon King hurriedly asked.

"You're already healed." Tang Luo said.

"Ah?" Dragon King looked down in surprise, only then discovering the wound on his leg — no, not just the wound, even the scar was gone.

Just a flash of pain at the start, then healed without any sensation?

"... That fast." Dragon King said hoarsely.

Not that he was slow-witted, but this injury was no ordinary one. Even famous doctors in Wulin Mythology had no good method.

In Dragon King's expectation, the best case was Master Xuanzang treating him multiple times, gradually recovering.

Being able to finish treatment before the next mission opened, recovering fully, would be perfect.

Never expected not even half a minute passed and it was cured. Too fast!

Kong Ming also had a face full of surprise. An injury that left Doctor Bian helpless was definitely not simple.

He knew Tang Luo's Opening Light Healing had considerable effect, but never expected the effect would be this considerable!

Not to mention his own strength is absolutely not weak; just this one hand alone is enough to occupy a place in Wulin Mythology, becoming a revered "Grandmaster."

Who would refuse a doctor with top-tier healing skill?

Gods and Demons walk on knife-edges — all kinds of major and minor injuries. Gods and Demons' healing is extremely stingy. The importance of a powerful healer goes without saying.

"Minor injury." Tang Luo said. Not modesty — compared to his own injuries, everything counts as minor.

"Haha!" Dragon King, quickly accepting the fact, laughed loudly. "My experience is shallow, I underestimated Master Xuanzang — no, Grandmaster. I owe Grandmaster you a favor!"

Owing a favor is far more troublesome than owing money. Dragon King's offer — full sincerity.