Chapter 112: The Colorless Little Monk Flees

  Although they came to Wuling Mountain for hunting, neither of the two men brought a gun, and besides, guns were prohibited on Wuling Mountain. However, this did not deter Zhang Jun; he cut off a branch about two meters long and two fingers thick from a tree, sharpened one end, and made a spear.

  More than half a month of life on the African savannah gave him a deep understanding of wildlife and how to hunt.

  Two people crouched in the thicket, waiting for over ten minutes, when a foraging roe deer appeared. The roe deer looked very similar to a deer, with males having horns on their heads, and tender and delicious meat.

  Lin Xian was so nervous that her breathing became rapid, and she touched Zhang Jun, meaning to ask if he would take action.

  Zhang Jun nodded slightly, he slowly got up, preparing to use a spear to stab the deer to death. But just at this moment, a leopard suddenly jumped out from the bushes, and with one swift motion, it knocked the deer to the ground, biting tightly on its throat.

  Lin Yan let out a sharp cry and then tightly covered her mouth, her eyes full of horror.

  Zhang Jun patted her shoulder, then stood up and walked towards the flower leopard. He had fought against the silver-backed gorilla on the vast grassland, killed crocodiles, confronted a lion pride, and dared to compete with cheetahs for food. What scene hadn't he seen? The flower leopard in front of him couldn't intimidate him.

  The snow leopard saw someone appear, and its fur stood up instantly, its back arched, making an attacking posture.

  Zhang Jun's eyes were very cold, and he continued to approach in small steps, mobilizing the qi and blood around him, preparing to make a move. This raccoon dog was something that he would not let go of no matter what, and he had to think of a way to get it into his hands.

  The flower leopard was forced to release the half-dead lynx, and it had to go all out against Zhang Jun.

  Just then, a small lion suddenly rushed out from the side and approached the flower leopard fiercely from another direction. This little guy didn't know where he went to play, with feathers still stuck in the corner of his mouth, looking like he had already hunted down some unlucky bird.

  The flower leopard was startled, it had never seen a lion in its life. But out of animal instinct, it felt that the little thing in front of it was not simple, with a king-like aura on its body.

  But the little lion was too small after all, and the flower leopard recovered its ferocity after a moment of surprise, letting out a fierce roar at one person and one beast.

  Zhang Jun inserted the javelin into the ground and pulled out a dagger, bowing down and staring at the flower leopard.

  Suddenly, the flower leopard's ears moved and it seemed to be frightened. It turned around and ran away, disappearing after a few leaps.

  Zhang Jun was stunned, and hastily pressed down the small lion who wanted to pursue, unable to understand why the flower leopard escaped. He could feel that the flower leopard's will to fight was extremely strong, and its hostility was also very intense, it should not have retreated according to reason.

  Just then, Lin Xian suddenly let out another shrill cry: "Tiger!"

  Zhang Jun suddenly turned around and saw a spotted tiger, about two meters long, staring at him with a gloomy gaze.

  Zhang Jun's head suddenly ached, how could there be tigers on Wuling Mountain? Moreover, he could see that this tiger was strong and in its prime, if they were to fight, he wouldn't have the upper hand.

  So he didn't make a sudden move, but stared at the fierce tiger with utmost vigilance.

  The little lion was extremely tense, constantly roaring, its small paws firmly grasping the ground, standing shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Jun on the same line.

  "Oh no! Big Flower, how did you get out again?" A thirteen or fourteen year old boy ran over from afar. He angrily tapped the tiger's head, causing it to let out a discontented roar, but its expression was very obedient.

  This young monk, although he had a flat head, wore a light yellow cassock and was obviously a monk. After scolding the tiger, he joined his palms together to Zhang Jun and said, "Amitabha, let the donor be startled."

  Zhang Jun saw that the little monk had a clear and elegant appearance, with bright and intelligent eyes. He had a good impression of him and asked: "Little high monk, is this tiger raised by you?"

  Xiao Heshang saw Zhang Jun dare to confront the fierce tiger, and he was also very impressed. He knew that the person in front of him was not an ordinary person, so he said: "He is a disciple raised by our family master, I don't know how he ran out today, fortunately no one was hurt."

  Zhang Jundao said, "I was wondering how there could be fierce tigers on Mount Wuling. It turns out they are domesticated." He smiled and asked, "May I ask who the venerable master of Little High Monk is? Can I go pay my respects?"

  Xiao He Shang said: "My master, Hu Zhuan Shi, lives on the central Ling Shui Mountain. If you don't mind the long journey, I can take you there."

  The other side actually raised a fierce tiger, and must not be an ordinary person. Zhang Jun had the heart to see what was going on, so he said: "Thanks to Little High Monk." After finishing, he called Lin Xuan over, picked up the little lion and followed Little Monk forward.

  After the snow leopard ran away, the musk deer also died of excessive blood loss. Zhang Jian didn't want to give it up, so he picked up the musk deer and prepared to have it for dinner.

  After crossing Lingjin Mountain and Lingmu Mountain, they finally arrived at Lingshui Mountain, which took more than two hours. Lin Xian was lucky to have Zhang Jun carrying her, so she wasn't tired at all. Along the way, she enjoyed the scenery and even picked some wild fruits to eat.

  Xiao Heshang Fǎhào Wú Sè, thirteen years old this year, was brought to the mountain by Yun Hu Chan Shi since he was a child. He has a simple and innocent mind, answering all questions from Zhang Jun Lu without hesitation.

  "Master Zhang Shi, the master is currently receiving a noble guest. He will arrive at the temple soon, please wait outside for a moment." The little monk with no color said.

  Zhang Jun nodded: "It doesn't matter, we're not in a hurry. The abbot should entertain the honored guest first."

  A little monk with no color in his cheeks held a small lion in his arms, he loved this little lion extremely, and the little lion was also very close to him, except that it occasionally snarled its teeth at the big tiger called Dahua beside it.

  Climbing to the top of Ling Shui Mountain, Zhang Jun saw a temple standing at the summit, looking desolate and isolated. The temple was not large, with only two tiled houses, without even a temple gate, looking somewhat dilapidated.

  The little monk in saffron robes said to Zhang Jun outside the temple, "Master Zhang, please wait a moment. I'll go and report to my master. When I come back, I'll take you to the teahouse on the other side to rest." After finishing speaking, he put down the small lion and ran quickly into the temple.

  Before long, Wu Se came running out and said to Zhang Jun, "Master Zhang, it's strange. The noble guest inside says he wants to see you."

  Zhang Junyi was taken aback: "See me? What is the origin of that noble guest, what's his surname and name?"

  Uncle Baldy: "I don't know either, Master just said that the other party is a noble guest."

  Lin Xian felt that something was off and said: "Younger brother, this place is very strange, let's leave now!"

  Zhang Jun thought for a moment and said, "Wen sister, since you've come, go meet that noble guest. You wait outside for me." After finishing speaking, he followed Wu Se into the temple.

  Inside the temple, surprisingly, there were no statues of gods, and the walls were smooth. Except for a few tufts of grass on the ground, there was nothing else. At this moment, an old man with a youthful face and white hair, and a fat monk were sitting inside talking. Behind them stood a 17- or 18-year-old girl wearing a cheongsam, looking elegant and refined. As soon as Zhang Jun entered, she smiled and looked over at him, her eyes filled with scrutiny.