"Are there really so few of you in the sect?" Ansheng looked at Yang Bowen with a face full of surprise. "You almost got wiped out."
When he heard Yang Bowen say that he was a descendant of the Medicine King Palace sect, Ansheng had been muttering to himself, wondering why Wang Qiqi never mentioned it.
He even thought about using the Security Bureau's phone database to look up information about this Medicine King Palace later.
Turns out... I almost wiped it out myself.
What kind of sect only has six people in total?
If they were all putting in a holding cell, there might not even be a single guarantor to pay the fine tonight.
"Uh...."
Listening to Master Fuli's sarcasm and seeing the bewildered look on his face, Yang Bowen blushed and said awkwardly, "Our Medicine King Palace has always been about quality over quantity in accepting disciples, after all... it's a society of law now. If a rogue disciple comes out of our sect, we can't really do anything."
"After all..."
"We cultivate in tranquility and non-action, away from the hustle and bustle of the mundane world....."
Yang Bowen rattled off a string of Daoist anecdotes and classic quotes, something that was generally hard to understand.
In any case, it was not that the Medicine King Palace had few people; they were just not fond of taking disciples.
"It's not as mystical as my dad says. In the old days, Tie Chuan's Medicine King Mountain was where the 'Medicine King' Sun Simiao lived in seclusion. People later renamed the mountain to Medicine King Mountain to commemorate him, and it has the Medicine King Palace and Temple at the top of it..."
"By the time it was in my dad's hands, the Medicine King Palace was already part of a scenic area in Tie Chuan."
"And it's a scenic spot that hasn't been commercialized well."
Yang Yi gave her dad a glance, not bothering with his nonsense and boastful words, and spoke honestly.
The Medicine King Palace indeed has some ancient inheritance, but those herbal medicines in the books, in the modern world, are either protected animals or extinct plants.
Yang Yi had just seen the White Fox Immortal Master take a photo of them, and then a page similar to an intelligence database appeared on his phone screen.
In ancient times, the White Fox Immortal Master in front of her would have been regarded as a Sacred Beast of the nation, worshipped with incense by the court.
Yang Yi did not dare to let her dad talk nonsense, as doing so in front of the Fox Immortal Master might even require paying taxes."
"Oh! I know about you now!"
After hearing what Yang Yi said, it was like an exclamation mark popped up over Ansheng's head, suddenly remembering what Wang Qiqi had said during idle chatter with Leopard Head before.
She said there was also fox spirit worship around Chang'an, that those Taoist fox spirit temples in the mountains were not mainstream.
At the time, it was just idle chat, and Wang Qiqi mentioned Taoist temples, covering sects including Medicine King Palace.
Those were the Taoist heritage scenic mountain areas that Wang Qiqi mentioned located in the wilderness!
Knowing the origin of Medicine King Palace, a curious gleam flashed in Ansheng's eyes as he glanced at the crowd.
The Security Bureau is spread across Xia Country, handling affairs related to Spirit Beasts and so on. It can be said that in the territory of Xia Country, nothing about strange people or events can escape their notice.
And this group from the Medicine King Palace had already shown a clear inclination toward spiritualization.
Even though they weren't very strong, it was still a technology that could enable ordinary people to undergo spiritual transformation. So why did it seem like the Security Bureau in Chang'an City wasn't quite concerned about them?
Ansheng felt puzzled about this.
"The Fox Immortal Master knows about us too?" Yang Bowen's face showed a hint of surprise.
"I heard a friend from Chang'an mention that there are scattered Taoist temples outside of Chang'an City."
Ansheng gently nodded, being kind enough, not explicitly mentioning Wang Qiqi or touching on regional beliefs and customs, casually carrying the conversation forward.
"For sects like yours, how many are there in the Qinling? Do you know them? If you know them, give them a call."
"Just say that tonight, the Fox Immortal Master is... no, just say the Security Bureau is investigating a case, so they shouldn't go out, lest they accidentally kill innocent people amidst the storm and dust..."
Ansheng thought for a moment and said to Yang Bowen.
"Then.... can I make a video call through WeChat?" Yang Bowen hesitated slightly and said, "Although I know the sect leaders in various parts of the Qinling, they don't necessarily respect me."
"I'm studying medicine, whereas they are either old foxes or straightforward hooligans. Master, you should have heard this saying, right? When a scholar meets a soldier, reason doesn't stand a chance."
"Are they that arrogant?"
"You just say, if they dare to step out tonight, I'll fly a helicopter over their rooftops on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and I'll send a drone to capture their embarrassing moments on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and bring the Security Bureau's logistics team over on Sunday for a meal." Ansheng spoke with disdain.
"....."
Hearing this, Yang Bowen awkwardly added all the sect leaders he connected with on WeChat into a group chat, then handed the phone to Master Fuli, indicating for him to speak.
"You're a coward."
Master Fuli gave Yang Bowen a glance, took the phone from him, took a picture of the Security Bureau logo inside his phone's internal software, and directly uploaded it to the group before saying:
"Tonight, the Security Bureau is searching the mountains for a fugitive, and I hope you all stay home, to avoid being accidentally shot by our machine guns. Don't take it the wrong way, I know you have skills, but can your skills really top that?"
After sending the voice message, Master Fuli raised his phone and took a photo of the 99-type 120mm rocket launcher by his feet.
"Reply with 1 to confirm you received it."
"If you haven't received it, give me a coordinate, and I'll come personally to teach you how to reply with 1," Master Fuli said.
The WeChat group was silent for a moment.
A single "1" appeared, followed by an account named Taibai Mountain · Ascension Temple, who added another called Weihai Temple into the group, leading to a flood of 111s.
Chongdao Yard: [1111]
Longmen Temple: [11111]
Wuyou Temple: [1, oh right, can I report something? Speaking of criminals in the Qinling Mountain Range, I suddenly remember a gang of murderers frequenting the Xiaolang Reservoir, they robbed several temples and sent people to the hospital.]
Wuyou Temple: [I reported it to the police earlier, but the security officer said they would forward it to the criminal division.]
"Xiaolang Reservoir?"
Seeing the enthusiastic participation of the group members, Ansheng turned towards the Ba Mountain Mosquito beside him.
"Not far, I'll go check..." The Ba Mountain Mosquito leaped into the sky, sprouting four pairs of wings from its back as it swiftly soared toward the west, trailing two streams behind.
Yang Yi and Lv Lele were taken aback, muttering something about a shape-shifting golden-winged roc, then covertly glanced towards Yang Bowen.
Yang Bowen suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, a bitter expression appeared on his face...
"Dada dada——"
Just then, the sound of rapidly spinning rotors echoed above the mining site.
Monkey King leaned out, looking below, loudly asking, "Master Fuli, where are those you accidentally injured, we brought first aid kits for rescue."
As Monkey King spoke, his gaze lingered on certain objects in the mining site resembling [pools], with a slightly helpless expression on his face.
The Security Bureau is a violent institution, but precisely because it belongs to such a category, it undergoes particularly stringent scrutiny.
Within its jurisdiction, it can have unlimited outputs, even call air-to-ground missiles without issue.
But beyond that jurisdiction, it's not permissible, and all Security Bureau members must be law-abiding citizens.
Master Fuli is a Spirit Beast, so he might face ration cuts, but the Monkey King would really suffer.
"It's them." Master Fuli raised his hand, pointing at the six, speaking loudly.
"You all..... why are you standing?" Monkey King looked at Yang Bowen and the others, full of pleasant surprise.
"??? " Yang Bowen was stunned, puzzled.
If not standing.....
Can we lie down on the mining ground?