Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 502: Since this is the 500th chapter, some preparations need to be made before setting off.

Whether out of curiosity or unease, Zhang Ze rewound and watched the palm technique that descended from the sky once more.

He wanted to see if there were any safety pants under that naked monk's robe.

This is a high-stakes gamble. If you win, nothing happens; if you lose, well, you lose. Just consider it a trip to the public bathhouse.

However, when Zhang Ze mustered up his courage and looked up, he did not get the answer he wanted.

Because of the golden light emanating from beneath the robe, nothing could be seen clearly.

"As expected of a senior, he even brings his own holy light mosaic when he goes out."

With a sigh, Zhang Ze, still unable to unravel the mystery of the naked cassock, prepared to withdraw from this memory.

Just as he was about to leave, he discovered something else.

At the exit of memory, there are a few small doors that seem to connect to other places.

Curiosity killed Zhang Ze. He hesitated in front of the door for a long time before finally deciding to stick his head out and peek inside.

As his vision blurred, he heard a voice say, "Dad!"

There was a naked, bald man with golden light shining from his private parts, who was wrapping a small bald boy in his arms with a cassock.

The bald men faced each other, both chuckling.

Clearly, behind this small door lies the young monk's own memories, and what Zhang Ze saw was likely the origin of that strange rumor.

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Zhang Ze withdrew from the portal and turned to look at the other portals containing the little monk's memories.

Because he didn't know the order of the combinations, he picked one at random. By sheer coincidence, this was the time when the little monk accidentally wandered into Longhu Mountain and became a disciple of Longhu Mountain.

As soon as Zhang Ze peeked out, he saw the unfortunate kid using a rubber band to puncture the window paper of someone else's bedroom.

After watching for a while, Zhang Ze, finding it uninteresting, withdrew his head and looked at the other light portals, wondering which one to look at.

'The little monk never said he had a lover, but it's unlikely he didn't, hmm.'

The act of prying into other people's secrets was quite delightful, and Mr. Zhang found it hard to resist, and began to understand Lily.

I understand Lily's behavior of taking out a notebook to record unofficial history when she's bored.

He was going to see if the young monk had any romantic history.

Zhang Ze randomly picked a portal and stuck his head inside.

However, this time Zhang Ze only probed halfway.

Before he could even see the memories behind the light gate, he was dragged out.

The person who pulled him was Ah Li.

He returned to the little monk's magical house, and because of what he had done wrong, he coughed lightly and asked.

"W-What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Ah Li looked at Zhang Ze curiously, "I was about to ask you the same thing. What were you doing, sticking your head out and hiding like that?"

Zhang Ze, "Stick your head out?"

Ah Li nodded, then took out the small walnut and showed Zhang Ze the footage he had just taken.

In the video, Zhang Ze stands there with a vacant look in his eyes, as if he has dementia. He looks up and down, stretches and retracts his neck, and occasionally lets out a silly laugh.

Zhang Ze's physical body did not enter the memory fragments immediately.

"So what exactly are you doing?" Ah Li pinched Zhang Ze's cheek.

However, Zhang Ze ignored A Li and just frowned as he looked at himself in the little walnut, as if he had made some discovery.

"Don't move, let me take a closer look, I think I've found something."

Zhang Ze said in a very serious tone.

Ah Li looked at Zhang Ze with a puzzled expression and handed him the small walnut.

However, as soon as Zhang Ze took the little walnut from A Li's hand, his expression changed immediately, and he quickly deleted the video.

I checked the sending history to make sure the video hadn't been sent to anyone.

After deleting it, Zhang Ze tossed the little walnut back into A Li's hand and said with a relaxed expression, "I misread it, there's nothing there."

"As for what I was looking at just now, I was looking at the memory fragments in that broken hand for a long time, and my neck got a little tired, so I moved it around a bit."

"Aren't you tired?"

A-Li scrutinized Zhang Ze with a suspicious look, but in the end, she didn't pursue the matter any further.

Ah Li shook her head and said, "I'm not tired. Let's not talk about this. Come and take a look at this."

After saying that, Ah Li stretched out her chubby little hand, shook her fingers, and summoned something that looked like a bubble.

There seemed to be a human figure inside the bubble, but it was blurry and indistinct, as if gazing into subspace.

Zhang Ze: "What is this?"

The young monk glanced at the bubble and replied, "This is the memory we just extracted from that severed hand, but it's blurry and difficult to decipher."

The little monk's words came to an abrupt halt, because Zhang Ze had already shared the memories he had just witnessed.

The fog obscuring the truth was meaningless to Zhang Ze, more fragile than a windowpane that could be snapped by a rubber band.

After digesting the memories that should have belonged to him, the little monk looked at Zhang Ze with a strange expression.

After a long pause, he sighed, "I think I'd better just lie down. Trying hard is really unnecessary and makes me look stupid."

"Why not clear your mind, go fishing, do some farming, and then come to me directly when you encounter problems?"

"It's definitely faster than me doing it blindly on my own."

Zhang Ze, “.”

Ah Li patted the little monk on the shoulder familiarly, as if she were an experienced person, "You'll get used to it, you'll get used to it."

After the most crucial matter was resolved, the young monk, just as he had said, settled into a relaxed state.

The young monk found his big black disciple hiding in the kitchen, informed Xu Zhu, and then headed towards the sea.

He planned to fish all day at the beach.

After leaving the Stele Forest, Zhang Ze, accompanied by Xu Zhu, found the wise monk and obtained the talismans that had borrowed the power of the magic treasures.

In addition to the talismans, there were two more items.

It was the little monk who was fishing who ran back and gave it to him.

One was the magic pouch that the young monk always carried, and the other was a finger bone from the severed hand.

"It's alright if you only break off one piece, I won't die. This bag is my life-bound magic weapon, you should take it with you too, maybe these two things will come in handy later."

After the little monk finished speaking, he carried the two-hundred-pound fish away, leaving without recognizing his family or relatives, and the harvest was plentiful.

He wandered around aimlessly, getting lost every few steps, and would circle around anyone he met, asking for directions with his backside.

Zhang Ze, “.”

Ah Li patted Zhang Ze on the shoulder, looking like someone who'd been there before, "You'll get used to it, you'll get used to it, that's how it is for all fishermen."

With the Buddhist matter settled, Zhang Ze and A Li returned to Qianji Pavilion.

This time, there was no escort from Senior Sister Xiaoxue, because they couldn't find her at all.

The entire tree is gone.

I guess they're sunbathing somewhere.

Zhang Ze and A Li used the teleportation array of the Six Sects.

After returning to Qianji Pavilion, Zhang Ze and A Li split up, with A Li going to find Xiang to retrieve other talismans.

Zhang Ze then went to [Dragon Tiger Leopard Massage] to see Little Earth Immortal and how it was getting along with Twist.

As soon as Zhang Ze went up to the second floor and stepped into the soundproof array, he heard a loud and strange cry.

"Yay! That's awesome!"

A cheerful sound came from Xiaodi Xian'er's room. When Zhang Ze went to the door to check, he found that it was Li Jue making strange noises on the bed.

Mahua rode on his back, pinching his shoulders with the force of someone defecating.

Little Earth Fairy, like the old man, rode on Mahua's head, holding a small stick and pointing at acupoints and meridians.

He would occasionally press the buttons on the magic instrument in his hand to control the magic array in the massage bed, injecting spiritual energy into the acupoints, opening up the meridians, and assisting the massage.

“Keep an eye on your apprentice. Press this spot, and he’ll tell you he has kidney deficiency.”

Upon hearing this, Li Jue immediately grunted, gritted his teeth, and shut his mouth.

Taking advantage of the quiet, Zhang Ze knocked on the glass, signaling for Little Earth Fairy to come out.

However, the little fairy is now somewhat carried away with her pride.

Having gained a top student, he felt invincible and looked down on everyone.

He gestured to Zhang Ze, meaning to ask me to make an appointment at the front desk.

However, his arrogant expression didn't last long, because he saw Zhang Ze make a gesture of slitting his throat and burying him alive.

The threat was effective; the little fairy immediately came to her senses.

He nimbly jumped down from Ma Hua's head, gave Ma Hua a few instructions, then straightened his overalls, made sure his back flap was fastened, and then happily ran out of the massage room.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Little Earth Immortal rubbed his hands together, his face full of flattery. Zhang Ze said, "I'm going out tomorrow or the day after, and I need to take Mahua with me. It's nothing important, I'll be back in a few days, I'm just letting you know in advance."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhang Ze finished speaking, the little fairy became shy and looked very embarrassed.

He glanced at Zhang Ze, then looked back at Ma Hua, going back and forth several times before finally making up his mind.

"I'm a little worried about Mahua if you can take me with you."

Zhang Ze was taken aback by what he heard, not expecting the little earth fairy to say such a thing.

After all, this little thing had been messed with by Zhang Ze several times and had already developed Zhang Ze PTSD, so it was best to stay as far away from Zhang Ze as possible.

The fact that Mahua could say such a thing at this moment shows the importance of Mahua in Xiaodixian'er's heart.

Little Earth Immortal, seeing that Zhang Ze remained silent, misunderstood and quickly added something.

"Don't worry, I won't cause trouble or say anything. You can put me in your magic bag, as long as you don't use me as a throwing weapon, it's fine with me."

Zhang Ze thought for a moment and then nodded, "Okay, I'll come find you again when we leave. Ma Hua will stay with you for the next few days too."

"Okay!" The little fairy bowed to Zhang Ze, which was rare for her, and then happily ran back to her room.

He was probably too happy, so he gave Li Jue an extra hour for free and continued to relentlessly attack his kidney reflex zone.

"It's sweet! It doesn't hurt!"

Mr. Li in the room had begun to become incoherent.

After leaving [Dragon Tiger Leopard Massage], Zhang Ze went home and checked on his family. He found that his junior sister was not home; she had already gone to her sister's place in Zhongzhou.

Of course, Junior Sister did not intend to enter Baiyujing with Zhang Ze.

Going there would be pointless; it would only cause more trouble.

She went to her sister's place purely to supervise, and incidentally to give herself a sense of participation.

Like a small but not pitiful lioness surveying her territory.

Only Ah Li was at home at the moment, and she was sitting in the house like a nouveau riche, with the room piled with talismans containing the power of magical treasures that Zhang Ze had obtained.

To A-Li, these talismans were no different from the samples offered at a pastry shop.

However, the God of Li is no longer the same as before; she is no longer the gluttonous beast she once was, and she did not bother with these talismans.

Instead, he carefully used a square magic tool to scan these talismans.

The artifact showed obvious signs of being pieced together, suggesting that Ah Li assembled it herself.

At this moment, Ah Li is using it to record the characteristics, power forms, and 'scent' of the talismans in front of her, so as to copy them.

Soon, Ah Li produced several secondary talismans that were slightly lighter in color, weaker in power, but had a similar 'scent'.

Ah Li picked up a copied secondary talisman and tasted it. After savoring it for a while, she nodded, finding it quite acceptable.

Although these talismans have a very mild 'smell' and are very 'industrial' and 'prefabricated', they are plentiful and filling.

This perfectly matches Ah Li's need for snacks.

Therefore, Ah Li, whose experiment was successful, began to mass-produce these talismans, giving half to Zhang Ze and half to herself.

When it comes to food, Ah Li is now always thinking about Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze did not encounter any disturbance from A Li. After looking out the window for a while, he turned around and walked towards the Black Tower of Qianji Pavilion.

This upside-down black tower holds the secrets of the Thousand Machines Pavilion. Since Mr. Xiao's last intrusion, its security level has been increased by two levels.

This place is now guarded by Mahayana cultivators.

As soon as Zhang Ze entered the first floor of the Black Tower, he saw the Mahayana cultivator who was guarding the place.

The white camel and white dove are the fifth of the four sacred beasts of the Beast Taming Sect.

Because Xiang has already hatched and can take care of herself, and because she spends every day entwined with her mother tree doing all sorts of filthy things, Linglu Valley no longer needs her to guard it.

The white camels, having nothing else to do, were sent here to serve as security guards for the Black Tower.

The white camel itself had no objection to this, because renting itself out to work was a revenue-generating project for the Beast Taming Sect.

He can work as a security guard anywhere, as long as he pays.

Zhang Ze approached the white camel, bowed respectfully, and then fed it a fried dough stick.

"Senior Bai, I need to go to the thirty-eighth underground floor."

White Dove: "Okay, but give me another one. The fried dough sticks are pretty good today."

Zhang Ze, “.”

After spending money on two fried dough sticks and receiving a free cup of soy milk, Zhang Ze was transported to the thirty-eighth floor by the White Camel elevator.

This floor contains Mr. Xiao's severed limbs.

One leg, one right hand, and one eyeball.

They are sealed within the crystal walls, almost eternally still.

Zhang Ze glanced at the white camel. "Please release your right hand. I need to ask it some questions."

This time, the white camel didn't rob Zhang Ze's youtiao (fried dough sticks), but readily fulfilled his request.

With the white camel's silent beeping, a hole appeared in the crystal barrier set up by Longhu Mountain without destroying its own integrity.

After the right hand was removed, the crystal wall healed again amidst the silent beeping of the white camel.

It's somewhat similar to the supernatural power of words becoming law, and it has a very high priority.

Looking at the removed right hand, the white camel exhaled a breath of fresh air onto it with the force and motion of spitting.

The pure energy transformed into a red rope, and her right hand was suspended in a very SM-like position.

After hoisting his right hand, the white camel spat out another mouthful of blood.

This time it was saliva that was spat out.

"Heh, te~"

Under the nourishment of the spiritual liquid, his right hand slowly awoke.

Taking advantage of his current state of vulnerability, like a naked lamb tightly bound, Zhang Ze pointed and injected a memory into him.

It was a memory he received from a monk when he was young.

After examining those fragments of memory, Zhang Ze suspected that the severed limbs might not have come from Xiao Jing himself.

Instead, they came from Mr. Xiao's blood relatives.

These severed limbs were either test subjects or substitutes used to help him achieve certain goals.

Just like this so-called right hand, Zhang Ze had seen a similar one in his memory fragments.

Moreover, the situation of these severed limbs is somewhat similar to that of the young monks; their potential is completely capped.

They can delay their demise by falling into a deep sleep, thus gaining a longer lifespan than ordinary beings of the same level.

Looking back now, it's as if they had the word "tool" written all over their faces, even though they had no shame.

As memories were injected, a certain shackle in the broken soul of his right hand broke down, and memories that were both real and illusory surged and raged within his soul.

His right hand let out a roar that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, and he became completely awake.

However, because he was too noisy, he was sprayed with spit by the white camel.

Zhang Ze used a stick to pick out the crumbs of fried dough sticks from between his right fingers, then slapped them twice.

"Are you awake? If you are, let's chat."

Confusion, shock, bewilderment, fear—after all those emotions subsided, only anger remained in my right hand.

"What exactly happened! It's all fake, it's all fake!"

Zhang Ze slapped him twice more. "Whether you believe it or not, I don't care. This is your problem, not mine."

"I've come to tell you something."

"I'm planning to go check out Xiao Jing's hideout. If conditions allow, I'm going to strangle him. So, do you have anything to say to me?"

Right hand paused for a moment, but quickly understood Zhang Ze's implied meaning, and he let out a series of cackling laughs.

But before he could even laugh for two minutes, Zhang Ze slapped him again.

Right hand, "Heh, why should I help you? Aren't you afraid I'll lie to you?"

Zhang Ze said, "I told you, that's your problem. I was just asking casually. Besides, we're not idiots who will believe everything you say."

"I'm asking you this mainly because I'm kind-hearted, and I want to give you a sense of involvement in the matter of strangling Xiao Jing."

"Fine, if you don't want to talk, then I'm leaving."

As he spoke, Zhang Ze looked at the white camel, preparing to ask it to close its right hand again.

However, before Zhang Ze could speak, his right hand called him back.

"Come back! I said."

Zhang Ze turned around, took out a tall armchair and a small notebook, climbed up, and looked down at his right hand.

"Go ahead and tell me, I remember everything."

(End of this chapter)