Chapter 711: Mysterious old monk meets Su Hang and sincerely invites him to join the temple

As soon as he stepped out of the Zen room, a wave of heat hit him. Su Hang looked up and saw a roaring bonfire in the courtyard, with a stone table placed beside it.

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

Upon seeing this person, Su Hang's eyes shrank instantly. He had seen this person before.

At the Qingyun Temple on the peak of Mount Wudang.

This person had come to find Su Hang before, and Su Hang had thought he had already left, but he hadn't expected that this person hadn't left at all and had actually come to the Half-Moon Inn.

"Who are you?"

Looking at this old man, Su Hang let out a cold snort, his eyes filled with hostility.

"Little friend, why are you so hostile toward this poor monk?"

The old man smiled slightly, "You and I are strangers, and this poor monk has 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 wandered over the old man; there was not the slightest fluctuation of energy on him, giving one an extremely eerie feeling.

"Who exactly are you?"

Su Hang stared at the old man. Ever since he had witnessed those monks from Tianzhu in the city of Poluo, Su Hang had not been fond of monks.

The old man didn't seem to mind; he 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 of tea, Su Hang put down the cup and asked straight to the point.

The old man nodded with a smile, "Little friend is indeed intelligent."

"Since you've spoken, I won't beat around the bush either," Su Hang said, "Tell me, what is the matter that you called me here for?"

The old man listened and just smiled faintly, "Little friend, you misunderstand. This poor monk is not here to persuade you; this poor monk wants 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 the Wuliangshou Mountain Temple, and it is the only temple near Mount Wudang."

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

"I am not interested 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 do Buddhas come from? These so-called Buddhas are merely powerful martial artists.

Wuren smiled, "Little friend, you misunderstand. 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 accepts one disciple, and you, little friend, are the only person in our temple's thousands of years of history to have successfully practiced 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 a face full of 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, do you not believe it?" The old man chuckled, stood up, and walked straight toward Su Hang. Suddenly, he reached out to grab Su Hang's neck. ===== CHAPTER 713 =====