The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

"call……"

Even in the afternoon, even if the sun is shining brightly, even if there are many pedestrians and noisy people... it should be cold, it's still cold!

Huang Sitong walked on the verandah and exhaled a puff of white mist.

"Is there any place that I haven't stepped on?"

She looked left and right, passing through the silhouettes of pedestrians, and then took out her mobile phone to check the floor plan of the Dahuangqiu Buddhist Temple.

"Um, if you look around this corridor, there's also... what's the side hall over there for?"

She raised her head and found a side hall with a closed door in the corner.

…

High in the sky, above the cold wind, and above the wisps of flowing clouds, the Fire Toad Balloon floats quietly. Its two eyes have their own trajectories and zoom to clearly see everything in the Buddhist temple on the deserted hill.

The images captured by these two eyes were transmitted to Xizhou City, to the Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory, to the office on the highest floor of the office building, and to Bai Mo's slightly narrowed eyes.

Bai Mo took a sip of the coffee with milk and sugar that his apprentice had just brewed, and his mouth and nose were filled with aroma.

"Well, this coffee is not bad."

There is a large box on the table, which is cold brew coffee powder that Fang Xiaoyu bought, which has only become popular in recent years.

The fox apprentice folded his plum claws and lay on the cabinet next to him, picking up snacks such as French fries, planet cups, and small cakes. While doing so, he looked back at the master's coffee cup, which made the corner of Bai Mo's mouth twitch and made his heart skip a beat... This Could it be that he wanted to use this cup of coffee to show off his bartending skills?

Bai Mo subconsciously put the lid on the coffee cup.

He squinted his eyes again and paid attention to the Dahuangqiu Buddhist Temple.

"This... is just an ordinary tourist attraction, right?

"Is there anything special?

"Where can I find super fairy grass?"

After looking at it for a long time, Bai Mo couldn't find anything wrong.

However, the boxing techniques taught by the monks seemed a bit strange.

Then I saw the monks lined up in a square formation, with the tourists who love martial arts, making moves with their fists and feet, crisp and clear, and making a sound!

It's just that their actions fell into Bai Mo's eyes...

"Like characters?

"This horse-step and fist-raising movement looks like the character for fire?

"This action of stretching your arms and kicking like a falcon?

"It's a bit similar, right?"

This boxing technique has many small details. The neck, shoulders, elbows, wrists, waist and legs are all flexible and changeable. Each movement looks like a character.

Bai Mo frowned and thought for a moment, but couldn't decide.

To put it this way, hieroglyphs, dance movements, martial arts movements, etc. are more or less intrinsically related.

Maybe these monks are trying to be mysterious for the sake of appearance?

Or maybe there is a certain path, and there is some strange magic involved in it?

Bai Mo picked up the coffee cup again and took a sip.

The consciousness went to Fox Mountain, went to the dormitory hall, and woke up the two apprentices.

"Big flowery arms, tiger head and shoulders..."

…

In the dark side hall.

It was cold, damp, and had a faint smell of blood.

brush!

But it was Huang Sitong who jumped in from the high small window, landed lightly, and squatted slightly to relieve the momentum.

"Hey, I'm a sequence seven, and my skills are quite good."

She patted the dirt on her body and her expression suddenly changed.

"Um?"

Why does this dark side hall smell like blood?

Moreover, it is not the ordinary smell of blood, it is the smell of blood from many people, some are strong, some are light, some are from three to five days ago, some are from seven or eight days ago, some are from several months or half a year ago, thick and light, new, old and new. , mixed together to create a compound bloody smell!

Huang Sitong was a little scared.

Her consciousness spread out, sensing everything in the room.

The footsteps moved gently.

when……

The sound made her tremble!

But the floor tiles under her feet were too loose, and she made a sound when she stepped on them.

This side hall is very empty. The wooden cabinet in the corner contains some bandages, plasters, bruise wine, Sichun Baiyao spray and other items specially designed to treat bruises.

"What on earth is this place for..."

Ga...

The side hall door was pushed open!

Two figures sneaked in!

Huang Sitong was so frightened that he stood at the base of the wall, not daring to move.

Then I saw two figures using their mobile phone screens to illuminate, walking around in the side hall, looking around.

"Hey, I heard that this side hall is where Master Wu Yankong used martial arts to make friends."

"They are hard-core martial arts enthusiasts who compete here, with fists and punches, real fights, real moves!"

"I heard that every once in a while, someone is injured and carried out. There are fractures, concussions, internal bleeding... There will be a case here every ten days and a half."

"Master Wu Yankong's dumpling ears were made here, right?"

"In modern society, there are still so many hard-core martial arts enthusiasts? Isn't this life-threatening? Isn't it illegal?"

"It's definitely not legal, but people compete in martial arts and compete secretly. Injure yourself and treat it yourself. No one makes trouble, no one reports, no one knows, so who can control it?"

"These people are so hard-core and martial arts crazy!"

Huang Sitong, who was hiding in the corner, quietly put on his invisibility cloak and quietly slipped out of the side hall through the crack in the door.

After understanding the purpose of this side hall, I couldn't help but curse in my heart.

"It turned out to be a place where a group of sand sculptures secretly competed and fought... I was so scared!"

…

In the office.

Bai Mo held the coffee that Zhe Mei Zhao proudly brought over, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the three planet cups floating in the coffee.

“This combination is acceptable.

"hey-hey."

He turned on his phone and saw that the group of the Xiancao Experimental Class was chatting about [Dahuangqiu Buddhist Temple].

[What’s going on with Huang Sitong? Why do you have to go to that temple alone? 】

[Is she also a hardcore martial arts enthusiast? 】

[I checked online and found that that place has been a secret club for hard-core martial arts enthusiasts since more than ten years ago]

[It seems that a long time ago, that place taught people boxing. I heard that they also secretly engage in hard-core martial arts competitions]

Bai Mo looked through the chat history and got a rough idea of ​​the place.

…

"Finally, come and have a look in this hall."

Huang Sitong looked around and finally stepped into the threshold of the hall.

This huge Buddhist hall faces south.

A huge Buddha statue overlooking all living beings.

There is a row of incense burners in front of the Buddha, with green smoke curling up endlessly.

There is a row of futons in front of the stove, and pilgrims kneel down to pray.

Huang Sitong didn't buy incense and didn't want to kowtow, so he just wandered around the hall.

She asked the ancient immortal master in her mind.

"In the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, there was also religion and belief?"

The two ancient immortals thought for a moment.

"this……"

This issue is a little more complicated.

Because the two ancient immortals don't even know very well, how to define religion and belief?

There were myths in the ancient immortal dynasty, but there were no false myths.

There was philosophy in the ancient immortal dynasty, but it was a practical philosophy of life.

The ancient immortal dynasty also had idols and beliefs, but idols were no greater than emperors, and beliefs were no greater than loyalty.

In the ancient immortal dynasty, no matter whether they were slaves or immortals, no one would believe in illusory myths or philosophies that were contrary to life. No one would worship idols that did not exist or not, and no one would place their spirit on virtual symbols.

The two ancient immortals thought for a moment, frowned, and gave their own answers.

"Well, I should say no, right?

“Although the Immortal Dynasty does not pay attention to science and plays magic, it is still relatively practical.

"We are engaged in production every day, and we study magic every day, and we don't do much nonsense."

Huang Sitong nodded.

"oh."

She was thinking about Master's words when she suddenly realized that the cold wind in the mountains was ruffled, shaking the dead branches all over the mountain, blowing the yellow leaves all over the ground, shrinking the necks of tourists, and disturbing the green smoke in front of the pillars of the Buddha. .

"Ah, it's so cold."

Subconsciously, she tucked her neck into the thick collar of her down jacket.

Without realizing it, two bald monks blocked the door of the Buddhist hall.

Two bald monks walked toward her, one on the left and one on the right.

Even more unnoticed, in this huge temple, whether it is the Buddhist hall or the cloister, whether it is the Sutra Pavilion or the martial arts performance hall, whether it is the main gate or the stove room, there are bald monks with scars on their heads, wearing cotton robes and Buddhist beads. , either practicing martial arts, taking care of guests, sweeping the floor, or giving lectures, but all of them subconsciously squinted their eyes, their pupils shrank like needlepoints, and their brows revealed murderous intent!

Huang Sitong suddenly raised her head and realized something was wrong. She saw the cotton-robed monk walking towards her.

"Grandmaster?"

Click...

It looks like roof tiles, blown by the wind.

The two bald monks flanking Huang Sitong smiled and said nothing, waving to the pilgrims who were kneeling on futons, kowtowing, or praying, and then waved to the door.

Huang Sitong understood immediately and blushed.

"Oh oh oh, I'm sorry."

This main hall is filled with devout pilgrims, all kneeling in front of the Buddha.

It's really inappropriate for her to wander around here.

"Master, I'm leaving now."

She smiled, turned around and left the Buddhist hall.

What she didn't know was that in the huge Buddhist temple, at the moment when the tiles were heard, all the monks straightened their eyebrows and restored their pupils. The murderous intent on their faces disappeared, and they did not dare to show the slightest bit. normal.

turn out to be……

In the cold wind.

The roof of the main hall.

On top of the blue tiles.

The two foxes were wearing fairy vine armor, invisible, and looking around with wide eyes.

It's the big flower arms and tiger head and shoulders!

The two of them had submachine guns hung around their necks, looking around.

Master said, there seems to be something wrong in this temple?

…

Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory, in the office.

Bai Mo tapped his fingers lightly on the table and squinted his eyes slightly.

"Changing face?

"Change me into another one?"

…

After Huang Sitong left the main hall, he walked on the main road of the temple, passed through the noisy crowd, and walked outside.

"Ah, I spent a whole day wandering around and gained nothing.

"Where can I find super fairy grass?

"Master, did we make a mistake?

"The bronze treasure hunter didn't respond either?"

The two ancient immortals were also very depressed.

“This…can’t be mistaken.

"I guess the fairy grass is not mature yet? So the treasure hunter mouse didn't respond?"

Huang Sitong walked all the way to the gate, and suddenly thought of a good idea and told the two masters.

“Let’s tell the Xizhou boss the secret of the fairy grass!

"Let him take over, let him pick the fairy grass, we won't get involved!

"Master, how is the fairy grass passed down? What are the signs after it matures? How to pick it? Please tell me quickly, and I will find a way to tell him."

The two ancient immortals were speechless.

“Well…actually…we don’t know either.

"The information about this fairy grass is sealed in the Bronze Treasure Hunter. Logically speaking, you should ask it.

"But it's just a lump of copper, and it...it can't speak either.

"It's bound to you and can't be used by others, so..."

Huang Sitong cried sadly.

"So this kind of thing cannot be separated from me, I have to come?"

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

While walking, I suddenly realized that something seemed not quite right?

"What's wrong?"

She shook her head, looked around again, and thought for a while before she realized something was wrong.

"well?

"Why don't any of these monks speak?"

Some monks walked by silently.

Some monks smile at tourists.

Some monks are doing their own thing.

But indeed none of the monks spoke.

"Are you suddenly practicing meditation?"

But after thinking about it, it seems that the monk in this temple doesn't talk much himself?

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

Without thinking much, Huang Sitong left the mountain gate with his backpack on his back and looked for the shuttle bus back to the city.

…

It was not late yet and the temple was still lively.

Tourists are still coming and going in an endless stream.

Two foxes, Big Flower Arms and Tiger Head and Shoulders, wore invisible rattan armor and shuttled quickly among the crowd, trying to inspect the mountain temple.

Of course, it mainly depends on the master’s inspection!

The job of the two of them is very simple...running the map in this temple and visiting all the places is enough.

Like two wandering spirits, they quickly ran through every small courtyard, every corridor, every wall, every hall in the temple...even the beams, roofs, basements, shoulders and heads of the Buddha statues, Neither fox was spared!

Finally, they stopped under the towering cedar trees in the temple.

With his head held high and his chest raised, he held his submachine gun and squinted at the cedar tree.

Master wants to question this cedar tree!

…

Far away in the pharmaceutical factory, Bai Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and his consciousness reached the towering cedar tree through the two apprentices.

Use [Fantasy Grass Knowledge].

"The big cedar tree, standing in this Buddhist temple, has experienced decades of cold, heat and decline.

“The monks in the temple water and fertilize you.

“Visitors coming and going watch you grow every year.

"The Buddha statue in the temple looks at you from a distance.

“The incense sticks are burned into plant ashes, which also serve as fertilizer and are spread on your roots.

“You are the tree in the temple, and the temple is the place where you take root.

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

Bai Mo waited quietly and saw the branches of the big tree swaying gently in the wind.

Hear it respond.

【Nothing happened】

Um?

Bai Mo frowned.

Nothing happened?

“How could nothing happen?

"If nothing happened, why would all the monks in the courtyard have to swallow the fishy food in their mouths?"

Bai Mo doesn't quite understand.

But with a thought, he took the two apprentices back to Fox Mountain and took away the fire toad balloon.

…

call……

The wind blows.

The monks in the temple, either in the front courtyard or in the backyard, performing martial arts or reading scriptures, all frowned slightly, with pain on their faces.

But between their brows and eyes, there was some relief, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Have you finally left?"

"well."

"It's fishy!"

"It hurts!"

Just now, when they released their murderous intent, they felt even more terrifying. The abyss and sea of ​​murderous intent were pressing down on them!

They had to immediately dispel the murderous intention in their hearts and pretend that everything was normal to escape the disaster.

Their method of dispelling murderous intent is pain!

Each one of them chewed the tip of his tongue to pieces, and even swallowed the blood and bits of meat!

Each one of them kept their mouths tightly shut, not daring to speak, not daring to show their teeth, not daring to open their lips, just to avoid the abyss and sea of ​​killing intent!

Some book friends told me before that they should give me the title of fan. . I don't know how to do this. Let's do some research first.

Some book friends asked me to publish a collection of settings. I haven’t actually written about the setting, it’s all in my head. . When I have free time someday, I will sort it out and post it to you without spoilers.