Chapter 381

Su Hang looked; this cavalry had fifty or sixty people, among whom there were many Second or Third-Grade Martial Master experts, and the leaders were clearly First-Grade experts.

If we talk about strength alone, this combination was already quite formidable; even if they encountered an ordinary Profound Realm expert, they could completely compete.

This cavalry quickly surrounded Su Hang. Su Hang frowned; the posture of these people clearly showed they were coming for him. It seemed this monk was really quite capable.

"Donor, please stay!"

Just then, the monk called out to Su Hang.

"Greetings, Monk!" Su Hang cupped his hands.

"This donor, my Buddhist name is Master Wuchen. May I ask for the donor's name?"

"Master Master Wuchen, I have long heard of your great name. It is an honor to be able to speak with you today."

The two exchanged pleasantries, and then Master Master Wuchen said slowly, "Since the donor knows me, you must also know the purpose of my visit this time."

Su Hang thought for a moment and then said, "Master, to tell you the truth, I have indeed heard this news."

"Then, may I trouble Mr. Su to cast a divination? I have long heard that Mr. Su of the Half-Moon Inn’s divination skills are unparalleled in the world. Today I finally have the opportunity to see it. I hope Mr. Su will not disappoint me."

Listening to Master Master Wuchen’s words, Su Hang’s face turned completely black.

Forcing him to cast a divination for him?

How dare this old bald donkey?

Su Hang sneered, "Since the Master knows the rules of the Half-Moon Inn, you should also know that I never cast divinations for those without affinity."

"Donor, I am not a person without affinity." Master Master Wuchen smiled faintly.

This statement left Su Hang stunned again. What the hell does this mean?

"Master, you are playing with fire. You should know the rules of the Half-Moon Inn, right? Could it be that the Master wants to force me?" Su Hang stared at Master Master Wuchen, saying each word clearly.

Master Master Wuchen nodded slightly. "Donor, rest assured, I will not act recklessly; I just need Mr. Su to cast a divination for me."

Su Hang narrowed his eyes. Was Master Master Wuchen certain that he would agree?

"Amitabha!"

At this time, Master Master Wuchen chanted another Buddhist name. "Mr. Su, you and I are strangers; I have no malice."

"Strangers? Hehe..." Su Hang sneered. "Master, are you trying to fool a ghost? We are strangers, and you want me to cast a divination for you? Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

Master Master Wuchen smiled.

His white eyebrows almost formed a line: "I hope Mr. Su will not make things difficult for me..."

Perhaps to cooperate with Master Master Wuchen’s words, when the voice fell, those experts who had rushed from the Western Regions took a step forward in unison.

Suddenly, an overwhelming momentum soared into the sky, pressing toward Su Hang unreasonably.

Under such momentum, Zhang Zhang Wuji, who was beside Su Hang, had the illusion that he was a duckweed in the ocean, about to be submerged at any moment.

Su Hang took a deep breath; he knew this fight was unavoidable.

"Amitabha!"

Master Master Wuchen put his hands together. "Everyone, stay calm; we can discuss things!"

"Master, how long do you want us to wait? Is the Blood Jade Buddha Pagoda actually inside or not?"

"Master, don't talk nonsense, just take him down."

Everyone urged one after another.

Clearly, they were also very anxious. The news of the Blood Jade Buddha Pagoda was like poison to them; the temptation was too great for anyone to resist.

Master Master Wuchen was silent for a moment, then looked up at Su Hang and said, "Donor, I am sorry, but I cannot let you go yet, because I suspect that you are the thief who stole the Blood Jade Buddha Pagoda. Please come back to the Zen temple with me for an investigation."

"Haha..."

Hearing this, Su Hang couldn't help but look up and laugh.

The people around also laughed, and the laughter filled the square.

"This Master, what kind of logic is this? You say I stole your things, so you fabricate a groundless charge? This doesn't seem fair to me, does it?"

Su Hang stopped laughing, looked at Master Master Wuchen, and his expression gradually turned gloomy.

He had originally thought he was an enlightened monk; who would have thought he was such a treacherous monk.

Master Master Wuchen smiled indifferently and said, "Everything I said is true. Mr. Su, there is no need to quibble. I know that you have great supernatural powers, but I still advise you not to resist. I do not intend to take your life; I just want you to come back with me for a visit."

"Monk, are you trying to kidnap me for ransom?"

Su Hang laughed out of extreme anger.

Master Master Wuchen shook his head and said, "Mr. Su, you have misunderstood. I have no such intention. Whether you are willing or not, I must take you back tonight."

"Come here!"

As soon as Master Master Wuchen finished speaking, those people from before stopped pretending and surrounded Su Hang and Zhang Zhang Wuji, each looking fierce and malicious.

Su Hang glanced at them; there were more than thirty martial artists of the Second-Grade realm alone.

This monk certainly had a grand gesture, didn't he?

However, using force? Hehe, Su Hang had never been afraid of anyone!

With a shake of his body, an aura far exceeding that of a First-Grade expert burst forth.

Feeling this aura, Master Master Wuchen’s pupils shrank, and the veins on his right palm, which was gripping the Zen staff, suddenly bulged.

A Land Immortal?

Such a young Land Immortal?

Incredible!

"Hmph, posturing!"

A man with red hair snorted, kicked off the ground, and was the first to attack Su Hang.

"Seeking death!"

Su Hang’s mouth curled into a cold arc. He reached out his right arm and threw a punch, hitting the red-haired man’s chest squarely.

The red-haired man groaned, and his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the crowd and instantly kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Hiss~~"

Everyone gasped. To punch a Second-Grade Martial Master into such a state, this kid’s cultivation must be at least at the peak of the First Grade.

Everyone was shocked, and their eyes looking at Su Hang changed.

"How bold, to dare to lay a hand on my Buddhist disciple!"

A short, stocky monk wearing a kasaya roared, and he swung his Zen staff at Su Hang.

Su Hang took a step forward, reached out his right hand, and easily grabbed the monk’s Zen staff.

The monk exerted force, trying to pull back the staff, but found it didn't move at all.

0 . 0

Su Hang snorted coldly, "Monk, why don't you kneel and beg for mercy!"

"Bastard!"

The monk was furious and slapped his left hand directly onto Su Hang’s chest.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the monk seemed to have hit an iron wall, and he retreated several steps, almost falling into the crowd.

"Amitabha, what a strong physical body!"

Master Master Wuchen put his hands together and praised, then his gaze became sharp. "Everyone, what are you waiting for?"

As the voice fell, the rest of the people all erupted.

"You bald donkey, how unreasonable! We didn't cast a divination for you, so you slander us as thieves?"

Zhang Zhang Wuji’s personality was not as steady as Su Hang’s; young and hot-headed, he started cursing as soon as he opened his mouth.