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

"Hello?"

Huang Sitong answered the phone with a strange expression.

Then I heard a woman's gentle voice on the other end.

"Hello.

“This is the Public Opinion Monitoring Center of the Fairy Committee.

“Our public opinion monitoring system just captured a travel note you published on Xizhou University’s campus website.

“I would like to ask you something about this travelogue.

“This is a very important matter, and I very much hope that you can cooperate.

"Is it convenient for you to talk now?"

Huang Sitong was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously.

"It's convenient, you say."

The voice on the other end of the phone was still gentle and professional.

"You mentioned in your travel notes that there are monks at Dahuangqiu Buddhist Temple teaching martial arts to tourists..."

Outside Huang Sitong's bed curtain, the other three girls were triggered to listen to gossip. They calmed down for the time being, stopped denouncing the scumbag, and listened to the phone with their ears raised.

On Huang Sitong's desk, there is a small pot of aloe vera. There are also black eyeballs at the bottom of the leaves, which open quietly and flicker.

…

call……

A cold wind blows.

There was only Bai Mo in the bronze hall.

The two guys, Little Big Eyes and Bow Tie, were assigned to the side hall warehouse. They were busy every day and had no time to work as his secretaries.

Bai Mo raised his eyes and looked at the empty hall, suddenly feeling strangely deserted.

"Let's take a look at Huang Sitong's side first."

If you want to solve the problem of Dahuangqiu Buddhist Temple, you not only need to install surveillance cameras in the temple, but you also need to help Huang Sitong! After all, she is the real owner of the fairy grass!

As Bai Mo thought, a white mist rose from the desktop, a picture appeared in the mist, and a sound came from the picture... This was all broadcast through the Ghost Eye computer room. Unlike before, he no longer needed to consume his own energy and consciousness.

"Hey, that's pretty cool."

Bai Mo lay back on the sofa, took a comfortable position, drank hot tea, and started to watch this scene.

Then Huang Sitong's phone call just started to get connected.

"...Yes, the monks over there line up in a square formation to practice martial arts, and tourists will practice with them. The monks will also show the tourists their moves..."

As Huang Sitong spoke, the other end of the phone was recording.

Bai Mo heard this inexplicably.

Why does the Immortal Committee care about this?

Teaching martial arts violates the rules of the Immortal Committee?

Is there such a rule?

…

In the dormitory, several of Huang Sitong's roommates eavesdropped on the phone while holding Baidu on their mobile phones.

"Wow, there really is such a rule!"

"It was stipulated two years ago that all martial arts schools, martial arts gyms, martial arts associations, and other martial arts-related commercial organizations, non-governmental organizations, and even official organizations that want to teach martial arts must be inspected and approved by the Immortal Committee. And it's not A one-time inspection is a regular inspection!”

"Does the Immortal Committee still have this kind of business?"

"How much business do they have that we don't know about?"

"No wonder they are always busy."

Several girls sighed.

But apart from feeling emotional, there are also complaints.

"Isn't this too broad?"

"Why do you care about others teaching martial arts?"

"It feels weird."

"But have you ever heard of a saying that the more bizarre the regulations, the more painful lessons are learned?"

Inside the upper bed curtain.

Huang Sitong finished answering a few questions.

"...Ah, I don't know traditional martial arts."

"Yeah, I heard it's taught every day."

Then I heard the gentle female voice on the other end of the phone say thank you at the end, say a few words, and hang up the phone.

Huang Sitong was left confused.

"what does it mean?

"Is it against the rules to teach tourists martial arts?"

In her mind, the two ancient immortals also recalled something at this time.

"To be honest, is it possible that the Immortal Committee is on guard against the [Buwu Nubing]?

"Since two years ago, have you been on guard against [Buwu Nubing]?"

…

In the main hall, Bai Mo took out his mobile phone.

Although there is no Internet in the dream, you can still view a lot of non-Internet-connected materials on your mobile phone.

"Private spread of martial arts is not allowed? Why is this?"

Bai Mo searched the local cache and searched for [Martial Arts], and a long list of various files immediately popped up.

"There are so many documents from the Immortal Committee."

He clicked to sort by time, rummaged through some more, and found an early document.

[Control the spread of martial arts and prevent the spread of martial arts slaves]

Click in.

“The special immortal technique [Bu Wu Nu Bing] can transform other people into the immortal magician’s [Martial Slaves] by teaching martial arts.

"Immortal magicians invest special resources in martial slaves.

“If a martial slave has outstanding talent and practices diligently, his resources will increase.

"If the martial slaves are dull in talent and are lazy and slippery, their resources will gradually disappear.

"And the physical strength, blood, spiritual will, and special resources of the martial slave are all within the immortal magician's single thought. One thought can draw a profit, and a single thought can extract all..."

ah?

Bai Mo is thoughtful.

This "special resource" refers to the original immortal energy, right?

The alchemist obtains the original immortal energy by planting super immortal grass.

Xianwu obtains the original immortal energy by cultivating martial slaves?

And this so-called [Bu Wu Nu Bing] is the basic immortal technique that obtains the original immortal energy through the immortal martial way?

…

In the dormitory.

Huang Sitong huddled inside the bed curtain, holding his laptop.

"This...then can I still post my post?

"If I don't post, can the boss of Xizhou see me?"

She approached the forum administrator again.

[I just had a phone call with the Fairy Committee. Can you help me unlock the post now? 】

The administrator will reply immediately.

[Sorry, can't unlock it]

[Suddenly, Dahuangqiu Buddhist Temple became a banned word]

[Not only your posts, but also old posts posted by others have been eaten by the system]

Huang Sitong curled his lips.

"Is it really that serious?"

She picked up her phone and searched for [Dahuangqiu Buddhist Temple] on Xiaohongshu, Bizhan, Kuaiduo and other platforms.

In the past, this temple was not very popular, but there were still a few guides and videos.

But when she searched, she couldn't find it at all. The five words [Dahuangqiu Buddhist Temple] disappeared from all major platforms!

"The Immortal Committee moves so quickly."

Although she couldn't post anything, she felt inexplicably more at ease.

"So many people in the Immortal Committee are working with me to save the world."

But she was still confused.

"Will Dahuangqiu Buddhist Temple be dealt with by the Immortal Committee?

“The materials to repair the Treasure Hunter are still not available.

“The search for super fairy grass is still messy and has even become more complicated.

"Oh God, help me."

She lowered her head with a dejected look on her face, and was about to turn off her laptop when she saw that the computer screen seemed to be infected by a virus. She jumped out of the writing pad window, and the keyboard started to crackle and type on its own like a ghost.

【what do you need? Tell me, I might be able to help you]

…

Sitting in the bronze hall.

While Bai Mo was looking at Huang Sitong, he saw a series of off-road vehicles parked in front of the Immortal Committee building!

In the building, each fairy committee member put on exoskeleton armor, took on submachine guns and rune spurs, rushed down the steps and got into the off-road vehicle.

There is even Zhang Shan here. This guy is wearing a headset, AR glasses, and a signal repeater hanging on his waist. He plays the role of a commander.

"The Immortal Committee is...going to attack the Dahuangqiu Buddhist Temple?"

Bai Mo took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

"The situation in this Buddhist temple is changing so fast, it's even a bit magical."

Brothers, please make your application short today and go to bed early.

Otherwise, it will always be like this. The more I sleep, the later and later I sleep, and my state becomes more and more rubbish. .

Try to update as soon as possible tomorrow!

Brothers, go to bed early too!