Chapter 805 - 427: Ancient Mountain Temple, Master Wu Yan Kong (Part 2)

Chapter 805: Chapter 427: Ancient Mountain Temple, Master Wu Yan Kong (Part 2)

In the workshop, there are workers on shift duty, but the lab and administration are on holiday.

Fang Xiaoyu and Wu Qingyun accompany Bai Mo to the office, but there’s not much work to do.

Bai Mo sits behind his desk, browsing articles on quantum physics and occasionally squints to look towards the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple.

"Is the second inherited Immortal Elixir of the Yaochi Holy Land coincidentally also in West State?"

...

The cold wind blows, the sky is clear blue.

Huang Sitong walks up to the entrance of the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple, and the first thing she sees is the main hall and incense lake.

In her mind, two Ancient Immortals are also looking outside.

"Don’t be afraid!

"Just wander around the temple.

"Anyway, the inherited Immortal Grass must be here!

"When you get near the Immortal Grass, you’ll naturally sense it."

Huang Sitong nods, instinctively looks at her chest.

Inside her down jacket, hangs the Bronze Mechanical Treasure-Seeking Rat.

...

Time rushes by quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it’s lunchtime.

On the weekend, there are fewer people in the cafeteria, but the quality of the dishes hasn’t declined.

At each table, the workers on duty gnaw on large chunks of tomahawk steak while chatting.

Bai Mo and Fang Xiaoyu, Wu Qingyun sit in a corner of the cafeteria, also gnawing on steaks.

Fox apprentice Zhe Meizhua stands on the bench, performing the skill of "stacking three steaks together and taking big bites," closing his eyes in happiness.

Bai Mo smiles, occasionally switching his view over to Huang Sitong.

...

"Isn’t this just an ordinary tourist spot?"

In the dining hall of the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple, people are packed closely together, all noisy.

Huang Sitong is squeezed into a corner, guarding a sixty-six-dollar vegetarian meal of mushrooms, greens, and tofu, eating tastelessly, full of depression.

"Statues like other tourist spots, spending money for incense, wishing wall with wooden plaques, selling souvenirs, guides telling stories, monks pretending to be profound.

"Even this lousy lunch in the dining hall is like other tourist spots; I have to queue to eat and the price is just as exploitative."

Huang Sitong laments her money while comforting herself.

"In the pharmaceutical factory with daily feasts, a vegetarian meal should cleanse the gut!"

As she bows her head to eat, she suddenly hears the guide at the nearby table talking excitedly.

"...This Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple is actually a famous online spot and a holy land for martial arts enthusiasts.

"This temple has a history of over eight hundred years, the monks have been practicing martial arts continuously without interruption!

"The current abbot, named Wu Yankong, is a legendary urban figure!

"He became famous ten years ago.

"Back then, short video platforms had just emerged, and this Buddhist Temple wasn’t popular, not even developed as a tourist spot, surviving on religious association aid.

"Back then, the Immortal Technique Era hadn’t started, there was no Immortal Committee, no Immortal Technique Masters, no West State Boss.

"But back then, there were poachers in the West Ridge Mountain Range!

"These poachers were burly men carrying hunting rifles, roaming the West Ridge hunting.

"If they encountered lone hikers and disliked them, sometimes they’d shoot, leaving no one to clean up the wilderness.

"In short, these poachers were desperate criminals at the time.

"One day, a gang of ten poachers with ten hunting rifles fled to the West Ridge after being wanted for murder cases, trying to escape justice.

"They ran straight into the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple!

"It was a dark night, the temple was secluded without electricity or lights, pitch black.

"The ten poachers turned murderous and wanted to kill monks!

"Rumor has it they even shot!"

The surrounding tables are captivated by the guide’s story.

"Really?"

"What happened next?"

"Did the temple’s martial monks together take them down?"

The guide shakes his head solemnly.

"No, no, no!

"The monks were terrified that night.

"They practiced martial arts but never fought anyone!

"Especially not armed people!

"That night, only one monk dared to make a move!

"It was Wu Yankong Master!"

The guide raises his voice, striking a pose.

"We don’t know exactly what happened, none of us saw.

"But the next day, when the authorities arrived, ten wanted men lay lined up in front of the shrine!

"Ten heads were flattened!

"The bullet holes from shotguns were left on the stone steps!

"The monks were trembling in the back hall!

"Only Wu Yankong Master kneeled in the front hall, praying with clasped hands before the shrine.

"But his clasped hands... were stained blood-red!"

The tourists exclaim in disbelief.

"Is it true?"

"Is it that strange?"

"You can check on Baidu."

"Haha, I found it; it was on the news ten years ago."

"Sounds fake, but it’s actually true."

"Looks like this master has true skills!"

"Is he still in the human world?"

The guide suddenly nods towards the dining hall door.

"Look, the one wearing monk robes walking by is him."

Everyone looks outside, Huang Sitong also glances over.

She sees a heavily built middle-aged monk with a short thick neck, moving powerfully, his face fierce, eyes vicious, bulging temples, strange ears, rounded like dumplings.

"Uh..."

The tourists lower their heads.

The imagined handsome dashing monk hero instantly disappears.

"He himself looks like a wanted criminal."

"Looks like someone from the underground, a tough guy."

"I actually believe he could beat ten poachers."

"Without those lines of monk indentations on his head, he’d be a bald gang leader!"

Huang Sitong twists her mouth.

Indeed, TV dramas are full of stereotypes and lies.

Big heroes aren’t handsome.

Handsome guys can’t be big heroes.

...

In the dining hall, fox apprentice Zhe Meizhua is full and sprawled in the chair.

Bai Mo squints slightly, viewing through the Fire Toad Balloon high up, looking at Wu Yankong.

"Hmm... Indeed, his physical condition is quite good."

Looking all around the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple, truly nothing seems amiss.

"Where is the Immortal Grass?

"Could the Yaochi Holy Land be up to something tricky like Song Xiangshuai?"

...

After finishing the last bite of lunch, Huang Sitong gets up to wander around the temple, aiming to leave footsteps everywhere.

She strolls around, seeing crowds of people taking pictures.

Then spotting a group in sportswear heading towards a secluded courtyard corner.

"What’s happening there?"

She follows them and hears the sounds of vigorous martial arts from afar!

At the entrance, she pokes her head in and sees monks in formation practicing punches under leafless trees on fallen red leaves!

Their movements are strong and powerful, their robes fluttering audibly!

There are dozens of martial arts enthusiasts, in sportswear, practicing along with the monks’ formations, mimicking their moves.

Some of them are quite good, seemingly trained for a long time!

As Wu Yankong moves through the formation, checking and guiding moves, he not only instructs the monks but also assists the martial arts enthusiasts, correcting their moves.

"Keep your back straight!"

"Punch straight!"

"Hold it tight!"

"Kick forcefully!"

Beside Huang Sitong, a tourist joins in.

"Want to learn too?

"Be bold, join and find a spot to practice along.

"Wu Yankong Master is very kind; as long as you like and want to learn, he’s willing to teach.

"Many people have learned martial arts here.

"Learning a set, practicing mornings and nights in the city, to have a fit body.

"His practical martial arts can be learned for self-defense, which is great!"

Huang Sitong awkwardly laughs.

"Oh oh, haha, I’m not learning."

Then she awkwardly runs off.