The Wudang Junior Master

Chapter 333 Lingyin Temple, Zhang Wuling’s father?

Zhang Yude grabbed Zhang Chulan and pulled him back to the chair.

"What are you yelling about, kid?"

Zhang Chulan didn't care, staring at his father, "How many secrets do you know?"

"Not much. If the old man didn't have something for me to do, he wouldn't tell me a lot of things."

Zhang Yude folded his arms, "Boy, I've always known you're smart. Even if I don't tell you something, you should be able to guess it yourself, right?"

Zhang Chulan's expression changed. After a long while, he asked, "Dad, is Wu Gensheng still alive?"

Zhang Yude did not answer, but sometimes not answering is actually a kind of acquiescence.

Zhang Chulan continued to ask: "Before what happened to grandpa, had they met each other?"

Zhang Yude remained silent, just keeping silent.

Swah——

Suddenly, a leaf fell on Zhang Yude's head.

Zhang Chulan was about to ask more questions when Zhang Yude suddenly stood up and said, "Alright, kid, it's almost time. You'll slowly learn some of the answers later. I've already told you about the origin of the Qi body. You'll have to take care of yourself in the future. Even if you don't do it for me, don't let your grandfather down."

"Eh?" Zhang Chulan quickly stood up. "No, why are you leaving again suddenly?"

"Yes, I'm leaving now. I won't waste any more time talking to you. I've said everything I need to say. Take care of yourself."

Zhang Yude patted his son's shoulder and said with a smile, "You've become a man now. Be braver and don't hide your head and tail all the time. That guy named Zhang Wuling is very powerful. With him protecting you, I don't worry about you being bullied."

"father……"

"Stop talking sourly and let's go."

Zhang Yude's figure flashed and he immediately disappeared from the spot, and no one knew where he went.

Zhang Chulan quickly said, "No, at least tell me when we can meet."

There was silence all around, even the light from the street lamps was silent.

"Fuck!" Zhang Chulan scratched his hair. "It's like this again. He just leaves without saying anything. Where in the world can you find a father like this?"

After going crazy for a while, Zhang Chulan finally calmed down, sat down on the chair, lowered his head and hid his face in the shadows.

In the distance, the rooftop of a building.

Zhang Wuling put down the binoculars and phone, and said thoughtfully: "This is the true appearance of the source of Qi..."

Gu Jiting glanced at the side and said, "Boy, can you hear it from such a distance?"

"Eh, I didn't hear anything. How could I be the type to eavesdrop?" Zhang Wuling waved his hand. "It's just that I could probably tell something from the fight between the two of them just now."

Gu Jiting was surprised and said, "You are not bragging, are you? What can you tell just by looking at it?"

"Senior Gu, what you said is true. Of course you can see something by looking. Isn't your Daluodong Observation the method of observation?"

"That's different. I can't understand someone else's skills just by looking at them, especially the source of the Big Ear Thief's Qi..."

"Then your Daluo Cave Temple isn't that great either."

"Huh?!" Gu Jiting was shocked. "Fuck, what do you mean by that? Look down on me? Let me tell you, this is the highest..."

"No, I have no interest in your strange skills."

"I..." Gu Jiting's face flushed instantly. He grabbed Zhang Wuling's collar and said through gritted teeth, "Boy, I must show you the power of Daluo Dongguan!"

"Tsk, what's so great about it? Can you make anyone you stare at die, or make anyone you stare at get pregnant?"

"Wow! I have to have a fight with you today!"

"No thanks, it's too late, I have to go back to bed."

.......

The morning mist is like white gauze, and the West Lake is like dark ink.

The sound of bells and chimes echoed among the yellow walls and gray tiles, and drifted towards the lake with the mist.

Xiao Zizai was carrying a bag and looking up at the ancient temple. The three words "Lingyin Temple" on the temple gate were very eye-catching and had a Zen feel.

"Since you're here, why don't you come in?"

Xiao Zizai withdrew his gaze and found that two people were already standing at the temple gate.

One is the master Jiekong, and the other is the tall senior brother Baowen.

Xiao Zizai stepped forward and saluted, shouting, "Master, Senior Brother, I'm here."

Master Jiekong smiled and said, "Come in."

Following Master Jiekong into the temple, the familiar sandalwood and Buddhist rhythm made Xiao Zizai feel a little dazed, as if he had returned to the days in Shaolin.

"How long has it been since you last went to the temple?" Master Jiekong asked casually.

"I haven't been to a Buddhist temple since I left Shaolin."

"Now, are you unfamiliar?"

“Not unfamiliar.”

"Hmm..." Master Jiekong nodded, "That's good. Do you know why I suddenly called you this time?"

Xiao Zizai shook his head: "I don't know, I was just about to ask."

"Well, it's actually a pleasant surprise. After I arrived at Lingyin Temple, I met someone who might be able to solve your problem, so I called you here."

When Xiao Ziyi heard this, he suddenly felt curious.

Can it solve his problem?

You have to know that his illness has been going on for a long time, and he has tried to treat it over the years, but after practicing in Shaolin for so long, he still cannot be cured. It can only be said that he can control it.

But later on, he gradually couldn't control himself, otherwise he wouldn't have left Shaolin.

Master Jiekong is one of the rare masters in the world, and even he doesn't have any good methods, but there is one here?

As for doubt, Xiao Zizai had some in his heart, but he was more curious.

Because he knew that his master would not speak without a purpose. Since he dared to say this, this mysterious person must be extraordinary.

The three of them walked around the temple and finally came to an inner courtyard that tourists could not enter.

The courtyard is very quiet, with no tourists and no monks.

But there is a very tall apricot tree, whose leaves have begun to turn yellow, gradually taking on the feel of autumn.

After entering the courtyard, there was only one monk sweeping the floor, his brows lowered, and he was quietly chanting a Buddhist verse that he had never heard before:

"The wine was still warm when the brocade was torn, and the mandarin duck pillow has been buried in the snow and turned into silver."

"The futon crashes through the frosty night, and the iron eaves listen to the lingering jade leak of spring."

"The clouds sweep the shadow of the cassock for a thousand calamities, the moon polishes the ancient mirror for a hundred years."

"The cassock fell from the Bodhi tree, and it turned out that he was a person under the Bodhi tree."

Master Jiekong clapped his hands and stepped into the courtyard, smiling at the monk, "Good! I've arrived at a perfect time. I never thought Liu Ji would be composing poetry again."

Upon hearing this, the monk slowly turned around and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Master, Junior Brother Baowen."

When he saw the appearance of the monk named Liu Ji, Xiao Zizai was so shocked that he quickly held his glasses and looked at him carefully with an expression of disbelief.

Master Jiekong looked at Xiao Zizai and introduced him, "Baojing, this is Master Liuji from Lingyin Temple. I'm sure you've noticed that he looks a lot like Zhang Wuling."

Xiao Zizai turned around and asked, "Master, what on earth is this..."

"Haha, because Liu Ji is Zhang Wuling's father, whose common name is Zhang Shuo, and he was also the founder of the Huatian Group."

"Zhang...Zhang Wuling's father?!"

Xiao Zizai rarely loses his composure, but at this moment, his eyes widened as he looked in shock at Master Liuji, who was wearing monk's robes and had a peaceful expression.

Although the other person was older, his facial features were 70% to 80% similar to Zhang Wuling's, so it was impossible not to recognize him.

But how is this possible? !