Chapter 809 - 429: Bai Mo’s Infiltration, Martial Arts Prince Snake Elephant Immortal (2)

Chapter 809: Chapter 429: Bai Mo’s Infiltration, Martial Arts Prince Snake Elephant Immortal (2)

As he flipped through the pages, Bai Mo’s voice suddenly came through Small and Big Eyes’ triangular ears.

"Stop here for a moment."

Small and Big Eyes immediately stopped the fox claw, letting the master see.

Is there something wrong?

On the left page of the album, and the right page, both were photos of Wu Yankong.

One from the Spring Festival two years ago, and the other from the Lantern Festival two years ago.

Both taken with his fellow disciples.

"Why does it feel kind of off?

The Spring Festival photo and the Lantern Festival photo, it’s like they changed the person?"

"Turn to the next page."

Small and Big Eyes turned the page, only to find the next page blank, without a photo inserted.

New Year’s Day two years ago was actually the last photo of Wu Yankong?

Just by looking at the photos, Bai Mo couldn’t be too sure.

And in this side hall, the Butterfly Knot, holding a pot of Pig Nose Grass, suddenly stopped in a certain place while exploring around.

The Pig Nose Grass, shaped like a pig’s nose, suddenly started quivering, as if it had smelled something pungent!

The Butterfly Knot didn’t quite understand, perked up its triangular ears, and indeed heard the master’s transmitted voice.

"It has detected the scent of the Bone-Dissolving Soup.

That’s a soup that can dissolve corpses and destroy evidence.

The scent is already very faint, I estimate it’s dissipated for a year or two... uh, two years?"

The Black Earrings holding a Cause and Effect Copper Ring, swept it over the floor like a mine sweeper.

This is an Immortal Artifact brought back from the Great Treasure Vault, capable of investigating cause and effect, exclusively used by the Ancient Celestial Ascending Immortals of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty!

When investigating a certain place, this copper ring began to tremble rapidly, as if about to emit a hum!

Poof...

With a muffled sound, Black Earrings grasped the copper ring with one fox claw, suppressing its tremor.

At the same time, quickly moved it away.

Black Earrings tilted its head and smiled smugly... the master said, tonight’s operation focuses on being stealthy and quiet!

The White Earrings and Moon Ear had already run up, lifted the problematic floor tile, gently prodding around, and found two small pieces of ivory-white bones from beneath it.

"Awo?"

They grabbed these bones with their fox claws, perked up their ears, and waited to hear the master’s explanation.

Then they heard the master sigh.

"Human fingers?

"Then... there should be no mistake.

"This is a case of the cuckoo occupying the magpie’s nest.

"If I’m not mistaken, the real Wu Yankong died here in this duel side hall during the Spring Festival two years ago, and may have even been dissolved by the Bone-Dissolving Soup.

"And today’s Wu Yankong is a fake!

"A practitioner of the Immortal Technique, unknown from where, killed Wu Yankong, dissolved Wu Yankong’s body, took over Wu Yankong’s identity, and unknown what they’ve been doing in this temple."

Bai Mo could even imagine the scene from that year...

The real Wu Yankong came here with a competitive spirit to spar with others in this side hall!

But unexpectedly, the opponent wasn’t human at all, and struck him down to critical injury!

As he lay dying on the ground, coughing up blood, he realized the conspiracy, realized this temple was about to fall into evil hands, and before being doused with the Bone-Dissolving Soup, with his last strength, he broke off a fragment of his own finger and hid it under this loose floor tile, hoping someone would discover this conspiracy in the future.

Though he had decided against harboring murderous intent, for a moment, Bai Mo still couldn’t help but...

"No, I can’t just kill indiscriminately.

"At least, I need to know what he has done.

"Would killing him endanger other monks?

"Would it impact the tourists from the past two years?"

...

In the distant side room, the fluorescent lights were brightly lit, and the air conditioner blew hot air, making the room oppressively warm.

Fake Wu Yankong lay on the bed, suddenly shivered, nearly jumping up.

"Ah!"

He sat up, gasping for breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"What is happening?

"Someone even has murderous intentions towards me?

"A momentary killing intent?

"It shouldn’t be, perhaps I’m just being paranoid?"

He furrowed his brow, sighed, lay back down, and entered into a dream.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in the dim, coldly draughty Royal Court.

On the throne above, the rotund as a mountain, with two handlebar mustaches Ancient Immortal, was looking over at him.

"What exactly is happening in the temple?"

Fake Wu Yankong lowered his head, not daring to meet his master’s eyes.

Though his master’s body, rotund as a mountain, was ugly and disgusting, Wu Yankong just couldn’t bring himself to look; it would sting his eyes to tears if he did.

"Master, I don’t know why either.

"The monks full of the temple, those Martial Slaves, seem... seem not only my Martial Slaves?

"It’s as if something else could control them as well?"

"I..."

His Ancient Immortal Master, the Ancient Snake Elephant Immortal, sat on the Bronze Throne, shockingly a Sequence Two Fake Prince of the Immortal Martial Path!

At this moment, the Ancient Snake Elephant Immortal looked at his disciple, recalled the scene he had seen before, pondered for a moment, smacked his lips, and said.

"In the past two years, not only you have been at that temple, but I’ve often watched as well.

"Though our Immortal Martial Path is not skilled at those messy things, your master’s eyes are very sharp and will not tolerate any sand.

"With my eyesight, at least during the two years since you arrived, no one has tampered with the temple.

"The Dream of Myriad Immortals has connected to this world for only three and a half years.

"In the first year and a half, everyone’s sequences were not high, and they couldn’t do anything too severe.

"So... you say... is it possible that something is buried in the temple, like an Immortal Artifact or... Immortal Grass?"

This Martial Arts Prince Snake Elephant Immortal, in just a moment of thought, had nearly reached the truth!

He pursed his lips.

"Immortal Grass, this thing, is quite mysterious!

"Not only us Immortal Martial, even those alchemy guys sometimes can’t figure it out.

"If it is said that Immortal Grass influenced your Martial Slaves, controlled the plants in the Buddhist Temple courtyard... it’s not impossible.

"You hold on for a bit.

"Later, I’ll invite some powerful helpers to help you uncover that Immortal Artifact or Immortal Grass!

"Hey, perhaps a little fortune... uh, maybe a big fortune!

"There’s no need to rush. Anyway, this temple is our iron-clad sentinel, outsiders can’t infiltrate."

...

Nightfall completely descended.

In the courtyard of Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple, lanterns lit up one after another.

Of course... inside the lanterns were not candles, but specially ordered warm yellow energy-saving led lights.

The light shone on the thick roots of large trees, on their trunks that had grown for decades, centuries.

It also illuminated the small grasses persevering in the cold wind, unwilling to die.

Swoosh...

Divine Sense spread over the ground like the gentlest wind, caressing each resilient blade of grass.

"Grass on the plain thrives one season, withers the next.

"Today the cold arrives again, why endure the chilly wind?

"Reluctant to die?

"Reluctant to lose this year of life?

"Or reluctant to waste away repeatedly in trample this lifetime?"

[Common Grass Knowledge] unfolded, Bai Mo immediately heard the weak voices of the small grasses responding.

[Don’t want to die]

[Don’t want to die]

[Don’t want to die]...

They were all too small, too weak, their faint spiritual essence like a candle flickering in the wind, unable to clearly express their thoughts.

It is because they are too small, too weak, because their roots are too shallow, because they have only one year of life... they were not controlled by the Immortal Grass, instead, they could communicate!

"I can help you endure this winter, help you bloom in the next spring, help you grow in the next summer, so that in the next autumn, you’ll be strong enough to resist withering.

"In return, can you tell me if anything strange happened in this temple?"

[Something happened]

[Something happened]

[Something happened]...

"What happened exactly?"

[Don’t know]

[Don’t know]

[Don’t know]...

Far in the pharmaceutical office, Bai Mo helplessly smiled.

He could understand.

After all, these weeds’ spiritual essence is too weak to perceive and store information.

He pondered.

"Alright, that’s no problem.

"My promise still stands.

"As long as you can perceive anomalies, tell me immediately.

"As long as you’re willing to carry my eyes."

The voices of the little grasses came rushing back, eager, filled with joy!

[Willing]

[Willing]

[Willing]

Thus, in the night wind, each blade of grass, each leaf, gently swayed.

And under the leaves, opened one by one, black, shiny, glimmering eyes.