Chapter 807 - 428: Oceanic Killing Intent (Part 2)

Chapter 807: Chapter 428: Oceanic Killing Intent (Part 2)

[Could she be a hardcore martial arts enthusiast too?]

[I checked online, and that place has been a secret club for hardcore martial arts enthusiasts for over a decade now]

[It seems that for a long time, that place has been teaching martial arts, and it’s said there’s secret hardcore martial arts sparring there]

While Bai Mo was going through the chat records, he roughly understood that place.

...

"Finally, let’s check out this grand hall."

Huang Sitong glanced around and finally stepped over the threshold of the grand hall.

The vast Buddhist temple faced south.

A giant Buddha statue overlooked all beings.

In front of the Buddha, a row of incense burners wafted with endless blue smoke.

A row of prayer mats in front, where devotees knelt to make wishes.

Huang Sitong didn’t buy incense and didn’t want to bow down; she just wandered aimlessly in the grand hall.

She asked the Ancient Immortal Master in her mind.

"In the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, were there religions and beliefs too?"

Both Ancient Immortals pondered for a moment.

"This..."

The question was somewhat complex.

Because even the two Ancient Immortals were unclear on how to define religion and belief?

There was mythology in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, but no false mythology.

There was philosophy, but it was all practical life philosophy.

The Ancient Immortal Dynasty also had idols and beliefs, but idols weren’t greater than the Emperor, and belief was no more than loyalty.

Whether slave or immortal, no one would believe in empty myths, contradictive philosophies, or idols whose existence was uncertain; no one would rely their spirit on virtual symbols.

The two Ancient Immortals thought for a moment, frowned slightly, and gave their answer.

"Uh, probably not?

"Although the Immortal Dynasty didn’t emphasize science and played with Immortal Techniques, they were relatively practical.

"Everyone doing production daily, researching Immortal Techniques, didn’t deal with empty things."

Huang Sitong nodded.

"Oh."

She was pondering her master’s words, unaware, as the cold mountain wind wrinkled, swaying all the withered branches across the mountain, blowing the yellow leaves on the ground, shrinking the necks of tourists, and stirring the blue smoke in columns before the Buddha.

"Ah, it’s so cold."

She instinctively shrank her neck into the thick collar of her down jacket.

Completely unaware, two bald monks blocked the entrance of the Buddhist temple.

The two bald monks approached her, one from the left and one from the right.

More oblivious to the fact that inside this vast temple, whether the Buddhist hall or the corridor, the Scripture Pavilion or the martial arts field, the main gate or the stove room, every monk with shaved head bearing burn marks, dressed in cotton robes and wearing prayer beads, either practicing martial arts, entertaining guests, sweeping the ground, or lecturing, but all instinctively squinted their eyes, pupils narrowing like needles, and brows and eyes revealed killing intent!

Huang Sitong suddenly lifted her head, sensing something was amiss, as she saw the cotton-robed monks approaching her.

"Master?"

Crack...

It was as if the roof tile was moved by the wind.

The two bald monks besieging Huang Sitong smiled silently, gesturing to the kneeling devotees, whether bowing or wishing on the prayer mats, then signaling outside.

Huang Sitong immediately understood, blushing.

"Oh oh oh, sorry."

The people in this grand hall were all devoted guests, kneeling before the Buddha.

It was indeed inappropriate for her to wander aimlessly here.

"Master, I’ll leave now."

She chuckled awkwardly, turning to leave the Buddhist hall.

What she didn’t know was, inside the vast Buddhist temple, at the moment of the tile’s movement, all the monks collectively relaxed their brows, restored their pupils, the killing intent vanished without a trace, not daring to show a single hint, they appeared completely normal.

Originally...

In the cold wind.

On the temple’s rooftop.

On the green tiles above.

Two foxes donned in Immortal Qi Vine Armor, concealed their forms, scanning around sharply.

They were Big Flower Arm and Hu Toujian!

Their necks adorned with assault rifles, they looked around everywhere.

The master said, something seems off in this temple?

...

Inside the office of the Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory.

Bai Mo tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Change face?

"Change one more for me?"

...

After Huang Sitong left the grand hall, she walked along the main path of the temple, passing through the lively crowd, heading out.

"Ah, wandered all day for nothing, no gains at all.

"Where is the Super Immortal Grass?

"Master, did we get it wrong?

"Even the Bronze Treasure-Seeking Rat didn’t react?"

The two Ancient Immortals were quite frustrated.

"Well... we shouldn’t have gotten it wrong.

"Maybe, the Immortal Grass isn’t matured yet? Hence the Treasure-Seeking Rat didn’t react?"

Huang Sitong walked toward the main gate and suddenly thought of a good idea, sharing it with the two masters.

"Let’s reveal the secret of the Immortal Grass to the West State Boss!

"Let him take over and pick that Immortal Grass, we’re stepping back!

"Master, how exactly is this Immortal Grass inherited? What signs does it show when it matures? How should it be picked? Hurry and tell me, so I can think of a way to inform him."

The two Ancient Immortals were speechless.

"Um... actually... we don’t know either.

"The information about the Immortal Grass is all stored with the Bronze Treasure-Seeking Rat, technically you should ask it.

"But, it’s just a lump of bronze, it... it doesn’t speak.

"And it’s bound to you, no one else can use it, so..."

Huang Sitong looked distraught.

"So I can’t escape it, I have to take care of it myself?"

She sighed and continued to walk out of the mountain gate.

As she walked, she suddenly sensed that something was off.

"What’s off?"

She shook her head, looked around again, thought for a while, and then realized what was off.

"Huh?

"Why aren’t these monks talking?"

Some monks walked silently past.

Some monks smiled at the tourists.

Some monks swept the ground by themselves.

But indeed, none of the monks were speaking.

"Suddenly practicing silent Zen?"

But upon reflection, monks in this temple don’t generally speak much?

In the morning, the monks didn’t talk much either?

Huang Sitong didn’t think too much about it, carrying her backpack, she left the mountain gate to find a bus back to the city.

...

It was still not late, the temple was bustling.

Tourists still came and went, an endless stream.

Big Flower Arm and Hu Toujian, the two foxes, wore Invisibility Vine Armor, swiftly weaving through the crowds, intending to check every corner of the mountain temple.

Of course, mainly relying on Master to inspect!

Their task was simple... to run through the temple and cover every place was enough.

Like two wandering spirits, they swiftly traversed every courtyard, corridor, wall, and hall in the temple... even the beams, roof, basement, shoulders, and heads of Buddha statues, the two foxes missed nothing!

Finally, they paused under the giant fir tree in the temple courtyard.

Standing tall with chests out, holding their assault rifles, squinting at the fir tree.

Master wanted to question the fir tree!

...

Far away at the pharmaceutical factory, Bai Mo slightly squinted his eyes, Divine Sense used his two disciples as a medium to reach this towering fir tree.

Performing [Common Grass Knowledge].

"Great Fir Tree, in this Buddhist Temple, you’ve also experienced decades of seasons passing.

"The monks in the temple irrigate and fertilize you.

"Visitors see you grow year after year.

"The Buddhist statues in the hall gaze upon you from afar.

"Each stick of incense turns to ash and becomes fertilizer, scattered on your roots.

"You are the temple’s tree; the temple is where you take root.

"Now, can you tell me what truly happens in the temple?"

Bai Mo quietly waited, watching the fir tree’s branches gently sway in the wind.

He heard its response.

[Nothing happened]

Hmm?

Bai Mo furrowed his brow.

Nothing happened?

"How can nothing happen?

"If nothing really happened, why would all the monks swallow their words like they were meat?"

Bai Mo didn’t quite understand.

Yet he felt a change of heart, and retrieved his two disciples back to Fox Mountain, also diverting the Fire Toad Balloon away.

...

Hoo...

The wind blew.

Monks in the temple, whether in the front courtyard, the back garden, practicing martial arts, or reading scriptures, all slightly furrowed their brows, showing pain on their faces.

Yet in their eyes, there was some relief; they collectively sighed.

"Finally left, huh?"

"Ah."

"It’s fishy!"

"It hurts!"

Just now, when they released their murderous intent, they felt an even more terrifying, abyss-like murderous intent weighing upon them!

They urgently dispelled their murderous intent, pretending everything was normal, narrowly avoiding disaster.

Their method to dispel murderous intent was pain!

Each one of them bit through, chewed up their tongue tips, and even swallowed the blood and shredded meat!

Each one of them kept their mouths tightly shut, dared not speak, show teeth, or move lips and tongue, just to avoid that abyss-like murderous intent!