Chapter 694: Su Hang refuses to perform the divination; Master Wuchen develops a

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

"Haha..."

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

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

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

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

He had thought this was an enlightened monk, but who would have thought he was such a treacherous one?

Master Wuchen smiled indifferently. "Everything I say is true. Mr. Su, there is no need to quibble. I know you have great supernatural powers, but I advise you not to resist. I do not intend to harm your life; I only want you to accompany me back for a visit."

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

Su Hang laughed in anger.

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

"Come here!"

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

Su Hang glanced at them; there were over thirty martial artists of the second-grade realm alone.

This monk certainly had a grand plan.

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

He shook his body, and an aura far exceeding that of a first-grade expert burst forth.

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

A Land Immortal?

Such a young Land Immortal?

Incredible!

"Hmph, posturing!"

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

"You're courting death!"

Su Hang's lips curled into a cold smile. He reached out his right arm and threw a punch, hitting the red-haired man squarely in the chest.

The red-haired man let out a muffled groan, flying out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the crowd and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Hiss~~"

Everyone gasped. To knock a second-grade martial master into such a state with one punch—this kid's cultivation must be at least at the peak of the first grade.

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Everyone was shocked, and their eyes changed as they looked at Su Hang.

"How bold! You dare to lay a hand on a disciple of Buddhism!"

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

Su Hang took a step forward to meet him, reached out his right hand, and easily grabbed the monk's staff.

The monk exerted force, trying to pull the staff back, but found it wouldn't budge.

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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 felt as if he had hit an iron wall. He stumbled back several steps, nearly falling into the crowd.

"Amitabha, what a strong physical body!"

Master Wuchen pressed his palms together and praised him, then his gaze turned sharp. "Everyone, what are you waiting for?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the rest of the crowd erupted.

"You bald donkey, you are so unreasonable. We didn't perform a divination for you, so you slander us as thieves?"

Zhang Wuji's personality was not as calm as Su Hang's. Young and hot-blooded, he started cursing immediately. ===== CHAPTER 696 =====