Chapter 1033: Chapter 500: Since It’s Chapter 500, Some Preparations Are Needed Before Departure

It’s hard to say if it was curiosity or worry, but Zhang Ze rewound and watched the celestial palm technique again.

He wanted to see if there was anything under the naked kasaya.

It was a gamble, if he was right nothing would happen, if wrong... well, just take it as visiting a bathhouse.

But when Zhang Ze summoned the courage to look up, he didn’t get the answer he was seeking.

Because beneath the kasaya was a golden shine, obscuring everything.

"No wonder they’re revered elders, always bringing their holy light filter with them."

With a sigh, Zhang Ze, unable to solve the mystery of the naked kasaya, decided to exit this memory.

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

At the exit of the memory, there were several small doors that seemed to connect to other places.

Curiosity killed the cat, but Zhang Ze lingered at the door for a long time and finally decided to peek inside.

As his vision blurred, he heard a voice exclaim ’Dad!’.

He saw a bald head, naked and shining with gold in a key area, wrapping a small bald head with the kasaya.

Bald head against bald head, the two were giggling together.

Clearly, behind this small door was the Little Monk’s own memory, and Zhang Ze realized that this was probably the origin of the bizarre rumor.

So...

Zhang Ze withdrew from this light door and turned to look at the other memory light doors of the Little Monk.

Without knowing the right order, he randomly chose one, and by chance, it was when the Little Monk mistakenly entered Dragon Tiger Mountain and became a disciple.

As soon as he peeked in, Zhang Ze saw the unlucky child bouncing other people’s window paper with rubber bands.

After watching for a while, Zhang Ze found it boring and withdrew his head, considering which door to look at next.

’The Little Monk never mentioned having a companion, but it’s improbable he doesn’t, hmm...’

This kind of nosy action was quite intriguing; Mr. Zhang found it hard to resist and started to understand Lily.

Understanding Lily’s behavior of casually pulling out a notebook to record gossip.

He planned to see if the Little Monk had any colorful past.

Zhang Ze randomly picked a light door and peeked inside.

But this time, he only managed halfway before Zhang Ze was pulled out.

Li was the one who pulled him.

Back in the Little Monk’s magical room, due to his dubious actions, he coughed lightly and asked.

"Wh-what happened? Is there a problem?"

Li looked at Zhang Ze curiously, "I wanted to ask you? What were you doing, peeking in and out over there?"

Zhang Ze, "Peeking in?"

Li nodded, then showed Zhang Ze a video she had just taken with her small device.

In the footage, Zhang Ze stood there, vacant-eyed as if he had dementia, occasionally looking up and down, stretching and retracting his neck, occasionally giggling.

During the exploration of memory fragments, Zhang Ze’s body hadn’t entered.

"So what exactly were you doing?" Li pinched Zhang Ze’s face.

But Zhang Ze ignored Li, merely frowned while looking at his image on the device, seemingly realizing something.

"Don’t move, let me have a closer look; I think I’ve discovered something."

Zhang Ze said seriously.

Li, puzzled, looked at Zhang Ze and handed the small device over.

Just when Zhang Ze took the device from Li’s hand, his expression changed, and he swiftly deleted the video.

He checked the send list to ensure the video wasn’t sent to anyone.

After deleting, Zhang Ze tossed the device back to Li’s hand, looking relaxed, "My mistake, there’s nothing there.

"As for just now... I was looking at the memory fragments in that broken hand, neck tired from watching, so I just moved around a bit.

"Don’t your necks get tired?"

Li scrutinized Zhang Ze with a suspicious look, but eventually, she didn’t pursue the matter further.

Li shook her head, "Not tired, let’s not talk about it, come and see this."

With that, Li stretched out her chubby hand and summoned something like a bubble with her fingers.

In the bubble seemed a silhouette, though blurry, like staring into a subspace.

Zhang Ze, "What is this?"

The Little Monk glanced at the bubble and said, "This is the memory we’ve extracted from that broken hand, but it’s unclear, decoding...

The Little Monk’s words were cut short, as Zhang Ze shared what he’d seen from the memory.

The mist obscuring the truth meant nothing to Zhang Ze, more fragile than window paper broken by rubber bands.

After digesting what was supposed to be his memory, the Little Monk looked at Zhang Ze oddly.

After a long while, he sighed, "I think lying flat is better; efforts are too redundant and make me look foolish.

"Rather empty my mind, fish, farm, and whenever there’s a problem, just come to you.

"Definitely faster than my pointless efforts."

Zhang Ze, "...."

Li, feeling friendly, patted the Little Monk’s shoulder, like someone who’s been through it, "Get used to it, get used to it."

...

After resolving the key issue, the Little Monk indeed as he said, settled into a state of lying flat.

The Little Monk found his big black disciple hiding in the kitchen and after reporting to Xu Zhu, headed to the seaside.

He planned to fish all day by the sea.

Leaving the forest of steles, Zhang Ze, accompanied by Xu Zhu, found Monk Mingzhi and obtained the talismans borrowing the power of magical treasures.