The Supreme Beauty Fell in Love with Me

Zhang Wenhui found this sentence somewhat familiar. He remembered reading a book where it was written, "Hell is not empty, vows are not fulfilled as Buddha," but now it seemed reversed.

"Old man, what do you mean by this?" Zhang Wenhui asked, looking at the peculiar-looking old man.

The old man remained expressionless and said, "Now that heaven's calamity has born, the order of the world is nearing collapse, demons are dancing wildly, and hell has also been affected. Since the Yin Spirits in hell have escaped, the vow you once made should come true."

Curiously, Zhang Wenhui asked, "What vow did I make?"

The old man said, "Before reincarnating into the human world, you made a vow: Hell is not empty, vows are not fulfilled as Buddha. Now that hell is empty, it is time for you to fulfill your vow."

Zhang Wenhui's Spiritual Wisdom had not awakened, and he couldn't recall these matters. Now, his only concern was how to awaken this so-called Spiritual Wisdom. He asked the old man, "How do I awaken my Spiritual Wisdom?"

The old man said, "Heaven's calamity has born, Tian Mang descends, the earth king reincarnates to assist. To awaken your Spiritual Wisdom, you must find Tian Mang."

Although this was the second time Zhang Wenhui heard the term Tian Mang, the first time was mentioned by Feng Lingshan, Zhang didn't know that Lin Chuan was actually Tian Mang.

"How do I find Tian Mang?" Zhang Wenhui asked again.

The old man said, "The opportunity has arrived. Within Hangu Pass of Kunlun Mountain, the person you seek is there."

Zhang Wenhui was stunned, still wanting to say more, but the odd-looking old man waved his hand and said, "Go now. When your Spiritual Wisdom opens, it will be the day we meet."

As the old man's arm waved, Zhang Wenhui felt a gust of Yin wind swirling around him, lifting his body into the air, then quickly dropping him towards the pitch-black ground below.

In mid-air, Zhang Wenhui tried to steady himself, but he couldn't control it, crying out in fear as a sharp pain shot through his body.

Suddenly opening his eyes, it was already daylight, and the sunlight outside was glaring. Zhang Wenhui realized he was lying on the ground — it was just a dream.

He got up from the ground, wiped the cold sweat from his face, and sat back on the sofa. Yet the dream was vividly etched in his mind.

Zhang Wenhui was puzzled. If it was truly just a dream, why could he feel it so vividly? Yet the bright sunlight made it seem as if he had just dreamt.

Heaven's calamity has born, Tian Mang descends, within Hangu Pass of Kunlun Mountain is the person you seek—these words were like a brand imprinted deeply in Zhang Wenhui's mind.

Suddenly, Zhang Wenhui felt a surge of impulse: since the person who could unlock his Spiritual Wisdom was at Hangu Pass in Kunlun Mountain, why not go in search of this person?

Fueled by this impulse, Zhang Wenhui no longer hesitated, got up and tidied his clothes, and noticed it was about time for work.

Leaving the office, Zhang Wenhui drove directly to Director Hu's office at the district headquarters.

Director Hu had only been at work for two minutes, not yet settling into his seat when Zhang Wenhui rushed in.

"Director Hu, I have good news for you." Zhang Wenhui announced as he entered the office.

Director Hu looked up at Zhang Wenhui and said, "Old Zhang, you've been a cop for over ten years. Why are you still so frantic? Sit down and tell me the news."

Zhang Wenhui awkwardly laughed and sat on the sofa. Director Hu picked up a cigarette from the table and tossed one to Zhang Wenhui.

Zhang Wenhui caught the cigarette Director Hu threw, searched for a long time without finding a lighter, so he went to Director Hu, lit the cigarette, and then returned to the sofa.

After taking a drag on the cigarette, Zhang Wenhui looked at Director Hu and said, "Director Hu, those two murder cases from yesterday have been solved."

Director Hu's expression changed; clearly, he hadn't expected Zhang Wenhui to solve the cases so quickly. He eagerly asked, "Tell me, who was behind the murders?"

Shaking his head, Zhang Wenhui took a puff and said, "Neither case was done by humans, it was done by a group of bats."

As a public servant, Director Hu had worked in the public security sector for decades. He had personally visited the crime scenes and seen the video taken by witnesses, yet he couldn't believe it was bats causing the deaths; he suspected someone was manipulating behind the scenes.

"Old Zhang, do you actually believe these cases weren't human-made?" Director Hu furrowed his brows and asked Zhang Wenhui as he smoked.

Zhang Wenhui replied, "The situation isn't clear yet, but the bats are called bloodthirsty bats. According to insiders, these creatures were thought to have been extinct for hundreds of years, but suddenly appearing suggests someone is behind it. Director Hu, last night, Xiao Jia and I found their lair and exterminated them completely."

Director Hu's tightly knitted brows relaxed as he said, "Tell me more."

Zhang Wenhui did not deliberately conceal it and told Director Hu everything that happened last night, except for the matters concerning Feng Lingshan.

After another conversation with Feng Lingshan, Feng specifically instructed him not to mention his name when reporting upwards. Zhang Wenhui agreed with Feng Lingshan, so he didn't say a word about it.

Director Hu was stunned to hear that the little girl Song Xiaojia had such great abilities. The story told by Zhang Wenhui sounded like a movie, hard to convince people.

However, Director Hu knew Zhang Wenhui well, understanding that he wouldn't exaggerate things easily. After being dumbfounded for a moment, Director Hu discarded the cigarette butt in his hand and said, "Old Zhang, only you and I know about this matter. You must never mention it to anyone else."

Zhang Wenhui understood what Director Hu meant. If this matter were spoken out, not only would no one believe it, but it would also unnecessarily trouble Song Xiaojia. He nodded and said, "I understand, Hu Ju."

Director Hu said, "Old Zhang, with regards to these two cases, just end it here. I'll handle the matters going forward. Just submit a report to me."

Zhang Wenhui nodded again and said, "Hu Ju, I have some urgent matters and need to go out of town, so I'm here to ask for a month's leave…"

Director Hu furrowed his brows again, took a cigarette from the pack, lit it, took a puff, and looked at Zhang Wenhui, saying, "Old Zhang, you just assumed your position. I fear it may not be suitable to take leave."

Zhang Wenhui said, "Hu Ju, I don't want to either, but I really have something important. I wouldn't dare to ask otherwise."

Director Hu pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, but only for a month."

Zhang Wenhui smiled and said, "Director Hu, rest assured, I will definitely return within the month."

Leaving Director Hu's office, just as he walked out of the city bureau's main entrance and was about to drive home to pack, his phone rang.

The call was from Song Xiaojia. Once the call connected, Song Xiaojia asked where Zhang Wenhui was.

Zhang Wenhui said he had just left the city bureau and was preparing to head home.

Song Xiaojia responded with a sound and said she would be heading to Zhang Wenhui's home shortly, as there were matters to discuss with him.

Zhang Wenhui lived in a residential complex in the eastern part of Jiangbei City. By the time Zhang Wenhui drove to the entrance of the complex, Song Xiaojia was already waiting for him there.

After parking the car, Zhang Wenhui and Song Xiaojia entered his home. At that moment, there was no one else at home; his wife had gone to work.

Zhang Wenhui had been married for years but had no children. The couple had visited several hospitals, and doctors said there wasn't any issue, yet they couldn't conceive a child.

Since they couldn't have children, Zhang Wenhui calmed down, comforting his wife by saying that fate had decreed they wouldn't have children and assuring her that he wouldn't abandon her.

His wife was a virtuous woman, never having resented Zhang Wenhui in these years, and their life together was quite harmonious.

Sitting down, Zhang Wenhui poured a glass of water for Song Xiaojia, then looked at her and asked, "Xiao Jia, what do you want to tell me?"

Song Xiaojia paused for a moment on her delicate face and said, "Director Zhang, it's nothing much, really. I just wanted to ask if you could avoid mentioning last night's events to Hu Ju."

Zhang Wenhui chuckled and said, "It's too late, you mentioned it too late. I went to the city bureau just now to discuss last night's matter with Director Hu."

Song Xiaojia exclaimed and looked anxiously at Zhang Wenhui, saying, "Director Zhang, how could you do that? You know that speaking out about it really has a big impact."

Seeing how anxious Song Xiaojia was, Zhang Wenhui smiled and said, "You little girl, don't worry. Although I told Hu Ju about it, Hu Ju has instructed that it shouldn't spread externally. Only a few of us know, and as for what happens in the future, I believe Hu Ju will handle it well without causing any consequences for you."

Song Xiaojia finally relaxed and said, "Director Zhang, my master asked me to tell you that if you want to awaken Spiritual Wisdom, you must find Tian Mang."

Zhang Wenhui was taken aback, thinking why Feng Lingshan didn't directly explain this to him then, and why he had asked Song Xiaojia to convey it today. While he was puzzled, he heard Song Xiaojia continue, "Director Zhang, do you know who Tian Mang is?"

Naturally, Zhang Wenhui was eager to know and looked at Song Xiaojia, asking, "Do you know?"

Song Xiaojia playfully blinked, leisurely took the water cup in front of her, and began drinking. This left Zhang Wenhui feeling anxious; this girl was deliberately teasing him.

"You mischievous girl, hurry up and tell me." Zhang Wenhui glared at Song Xiaojia.

Song Xiaojia smiled slightly and slowly said, "Tian Mang is none other than someone you know, it's Lin Chuan."

Upon hearing that Tian Mang is Lin Chuan, Zhang Wenhui stood there stunned, speechless for a long time.