Chapter 387: Zhang Zhang Wuji leaves for Jiangnan; Su Hang opens Zhang Zhang Wuji

An hour passed.

Zhang Zhang Wuji slowly opened his eyes, and a sharp golden light flashed across them.

In an instant, it felt as if everything around him had dissolved; even Li Taibai felt a stinging pain.

Zhang Zhang Wuji stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, felt his overall state, and then turned his head to glance at the thick secret manual on the desk.

"Eh?"

Suddenly, Zhang Zhang Wuji raised his brows, reached out, and picked up the manual.

"Mr. Su’s great kindness, Zhang Wuji will never forget." After reading the manual, Zhang Zhang Wuji suddenly knelt down toward Su Hang: "After Zhang Wuji succeeds in his revenge, I am willing to follow Mr. Su and serve as a dog or horse."

"Uh..."

Su Hang didn’t react for a moment.

"Mr. Su!"

Seeing Su Hang didn’t speak, Zhang Zhang Wuji called out again and continued: "I am truly grateful to both seniors."

Su Hang paused: "I have something to say, I don’t know if I should say it."

Zhang Zhang Wuji said: "Mr. Su, please speak freely."

Su Hang took a deep breath, looked directly at Zhang Zhang Wuji, and said solemnly: "If you want revenge, the first thing you must do is survive. If you lose your life because you want revenge, you will never be able to avenge your parents."

Hearing Su Hang’s words, Zhang Zhang Wuji trembled all over, his fists clenched, his eyes reddened, and he gritted his teeth: "You are right. I must strive to live. Only by living is there hope."

As he spoke, Zhang Zhang Wuji looked up: "Mr. Su, I want to go out and venture into the world."

Hearing Zhang Zhang Wuji’s words, a flash of pride appeared in Su Hang’s eyes. A real man should be like this.

Although staying at the Half-Moon Inn would allow Su Hang to find ways to keep making Zhang Zhang Wuji stronger, doing so would inevitably be inferior.

Only by going out to venture on his own could he achieve a true transformation.

"Where do you intend to go?" Su Hang asked.

Zhang Zhang Wuji pondered for a moment: "Jiangnan."

"Jiangnan..." Su Hang paused upon hearing this, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Good, I agree. In two days, I will arrange a carriage to send you outside the city of Jiangnan."

Zhang Zhang Wuji bowed in thanks.

Early the next morning, Su Hang sent Zhang Zhang Wuji away. Before leaving, Su Hang urged him to be careful on the road.

Su Hang didn’t worry too much about this trip to Jiangnan. After all, there were many experts in Jiangnan city, and even if Zhang Zhang Wuji’s strength skyrocketed, he definitely wouldn’t be able to stir up any major trouble.

What’s more, under Su Hang’s secret protection, Zhang Zhang Wuji would not only avoid danger but might even have miracles happen.

As for Li Taibai, he stayed at the Half-Moon Inn quite readily.

"Amitabha!"

Not long after Zhang Zhang Wuji left, a voice came from outside the meditation room.

Su Hang immediately became vigilant and looked over with caution.

A monk walked in through the door.

"Who are you?" Su Hang stared at the monk with a solemn expression.

The person who arrived was the old monk who had saved him at the Changchun Temple before.

"Benefactor, no need to be nervous. This poor monk’s dharma name is Wuren." The old monk pressed his palms together and chanted a Buddha name toward Su Hang: "My master invites you."

Master?

Su Hang was stunned. He had no memory of knowing anyone called "Master."

"And who is your master?"

"Amitabha, Benefactor will know once you see him." Wuren pressed his hands together, looking at Su Hang with a smile: "Benefactor, please follow this poor monk."

Su Hang frowned, but in the end, he followed Wuren out.

Just as he stepped out of the meditation room, a wave of heat hit him. Su Hang looked up and saw a roaring bonfire burning in the courtyard, with a stone table placed next to it.

At this moment, a person was sitting at the stone table—an old man with white hair and beard.

Seeing this person, Su Hang’s eyes shrank instantly. He had seen this person before.

At that Qingyun Temple on the peak of Mount Mount Wudang.

Back then, this person had also come to find Su Hang. Su Hang thought he had already left, but he didn’t expect that this person hadn’t left and had actually come to the Half-Moon Inn again.

"Who are you?"

Looking at this old man, Su Hang snorted coldly, his eyes filled with hostility.

"Why is Little Friend so hostile toward this poor monk?"

The old man smiled slightly: "You and I have never met before, and I have no malice. Why don’t you sit down and have a cup of tea?"

Su Hang hesitated for a moment but sat down, his gaze roaming over the old man. There was no fluctuation in the old man’s body, giving one an extremely eerie feeling.

"Who exactly are you?"

Su Hang stared at the old man. Ever since he had seen those monks from Tianzhu in Boluo City, Su Hang hadn’t been very fond of monks.

The old man didn’t seem to mind, just smiled, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of tea for Su Hang.

As the fragrant tea entered his stomach, Su Hang’s expression gradually relaxed. The tea was mellow and rich; it was indeed good tea.

"Old man, do you have business with me?" After drinking a few cups, Su Hang put down the teacup and asked directly, getting straight to the point.

The old man nodded with a smile: "Little Friend is indeed intelligent."

"Since you’ve brought it up, I won’t beat around the bush," Su Hang said: "Speak, what exactly is the matter with calling me here?"

The old man just smiled faintly: "Little Friend has misunderstood. This poor monk is not here to persuade you; this poor monk wishes to invite you to join our temple."

"Your temple?" Su Hang looked at the old man in surprise.

The old man nodded: "Our temple is called Wuliangshou Mountain Temple, and it is the only temple near Mount Mount Wudang."

Su Hang realized. No wonder this old man was named Wuren; it turned out he was a monk.

"I have no interest in being a monk," Su Hang shook his head. The other party’s way of recruiting was clearly not sincere, and furthermore, Su Hang was not interested in these temples.

In this world, where are there any Buddhas? These so-called Buddhas are nothing more than some powerful martial artists.

Wuren smiled: "Little Friend has misunderstood. Our temple is not a place that deceives people. On the contrary, our temple practices the Formless Divine Art. Once you practice the Formless Divine Art, you will naturally know the wonders of our temple."

"Formless Divine Art?" Su Hang was startled.

The old man nodded: "The abbots of our temple throughout the generations have all been reincarnations of martial arts experts from various sects. Each generation only takes one disciple, and Little Friend is the only person in our temple’s thousands of years to have cultivated the Formless Divine Art."

Speaking of this, the old man paused and looked at Su Hang: "The Formless Divine Art has immense power and can be used at any realm. If you are willing to join our temple, our temple is willing to exhaust all our life’s learning to help you become an immortal."

"What did you say? Become an immortal?"

Su Hang’s expression changed abruptly. He took two steps back, looking at the old man with full astonishment: "Are you joking?"

The old man smiled slightly: "This poor monk is naturally not joking."

Su Hang’s eyes widened, his face full of shock.

"Little Friend does not believe it?" The old man chuckled, stood up, walked straight toward Su Hang, and suddenly reached out to grab Su Hang’s neck.