Chapter 808 - 429: Bai Mo’s Infiltration, Martial Arts Prince Snake Elephant Immortal

Chapter 808: Chapter 429: Bai Mo’s Infiltration, Martial Arts Prince Snake Elephant Immortal

The cold wind was swirling outside the window.

Inside the office, it was as warm as spring.

Bai Mo sat in the chair, holding the phone, listening to Factory Director Chen Yuanlin’s report.

"...The production line in the Iron Lotus Leaf workshop is still being set up.

"But we’ve completed the security part.

"Cameras, robotic dogs, drones—all are in place.

"These things may not be lethal, but they’re equipped with loudspeakers, making a big noise!

"As soon as there’s a slight anomaly in the workshop, those loudspeakers can make a deafening noise!

"Camera placements, patrol routes of robotic dogs, all have been arranged. Our factory is as tight as an iron barrel, hehe..."

Bai Mo nodded occasionally as he listened, sometimes making affirming sounds.

He was completely at ease leaving these various chores to Chen Yuanlin.

After hanging up the phone, he sat in the chair, took a sip of coffee, and petted Zhe Meizhua lying in his arms. Suddenly, he recalled something Chen Yuanlin said... "Our factory is as tight as an iron barrel."

"The Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple is also very tight!"

Big Flower Arm and Hu Toujian parachuting into the temple made no sound, very discreet.

But the moment they landed, all the monks in the courtyard changed their expressions!

How did they sense it?

How could they react in such synchronized unison, like a puppet army?

Moreover, those plants in the temple were also helping keep the temple’s secrets?

"Every monk in the temple, together with those plants, truly formed a whole, like an iron barrel, impermeable to water.

"It’s uncanny, what on earth is going on in that temple?

"What is the story behind Yaochi Holy Land’s Immortal Grass this time?"

...

The dusk in the mountains always falls earlier.

Even though evening had not yet arrived, the sky over the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple was already dimming.

Whoosh...

The last bus full of tourists departed the mountain gate, gradually disappearing down the mountain road.

Creak...

Two monks in padded robes closed the temple gate.

Just as they turned, they saw Wu Yankong, their Senior Brother, towering like a tower in the twilight!

Senior Brother’s face was cold.

"What happened today?

"Why harbor murderous intent?"

The two monks were bewildered, racking their brains to recall, hesitating and unable to explain why.

"No... no reason..."

Their tongues were bitten raw, making their speech less clear.

"Just felt itchy, irritated, an urge to act, to kill?"

Wu Yankong stepped forward, touched their carotid arteries, their foreheads, and then grabbed their wrists to feel their pulse.

"What on earth happened?"

He furrowed his brow, turned, and left.

Whoosh...

The night wind blew, and the trees in the temple swayed.

The barren branches, after shedding their leaves, shook as if waving.

And the rhythm and amplitude of their waving were exactly the same... Wu Yankong standing in the twilight corridor suddenly noticed this scene.

"What on earth is going on?

"Does the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple conceal other secrets?

"Has it even attracted the interest of the West State Boss?

"That frightful sense of oppression, that must be him?

"But it should have been concealed."

Wu Yankong trusted his Spiritual Sense and his speed of reaction.

As long as someone harbored murderous intent towards him, he would surely detect it!

Feeling at ease at that moment meant the West State Boss surely no longer cared about here.

Otherwise, as long as the West State Boss cared, the uncontrollable murderous intent would arise.

After all, murderous intent is tied to mood, karma, and momentum; it cannot be controlled just by wishing it so.

Step! Step!

He walked along the corridor, passing by the door of the side hall where hardcore martial arts were practiced.

Little did he know that inside the side hall, several foxes were cautiously investigating with Purple Bellflowers, Pig Nose Grass, Immortal Sensitive Lotus Seed Pods, and other detectors.

They checked the floor, the cabinets, the corners of the walls.

The master had instructed them to only investigate this time, not to act.

...

Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory.

The lights in the canteen had been turned on.

Even though there weren’t many people, the cheerful chatter was abundant, making it lively enough.

"Oh my gosh, it seems there’s something different about our factory’s Sichuan hotpot."

"This meatball is authentic Southern Celestial Ox Tendon Pill."

"This fish ball, could it be made from fish meat in the canteen itself?"

"The filling of the meat swallow has the aroma of black pork!"

"This soup is also very fragrant, truly authentic broth?"

Sitting at a distance, Bai Mo and his apprentice Zhe Meizhua were also happily eating from large bowls.

"These fish balls do taste quite good, made from fresh fish meat?

"Haha."

The pharmacy canteen is all about sparing no expense!

At this moment, while eating, he focused on the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple’s side.

He had already decided, only to investigate, no action, to restrain any murderous intent.

After all, certain methods, similar to Immortal Martial, Immortal Sword, such Spiritual Senses were frighteningly abnormal!

...

"Who?"

Inside the side hall of the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple.

The foxes were diligently examining all clues.

Small and Big Eyes pulled an album from a cabinet and began flipping through it.

Inside were photos of Wu Yankong when he was younger, some with the master, others with brothers, and the photos were faded, seemingly stored for too long, losing their color.

Wu Yankong seemed to really like taking photos with his brothers!

The album was thick, with many photos!

Flipping further, Wu Yankong visibly aged, his frame growing more robust, his demeanor increasingly fierce, but each photo was with his brothers.

Small and Big Eyes tilted his head, furrowing his brow.

"Who?"

He seemed to be someone who really loved his brothers, just like on Fox Mountain, every fox liked their brothers.