The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 625 How could someone who practices martial arts possibly defeat someone who cultivates immortality?
"That's wonderful, fellow villager! It's so wonderful to see you all so lively and energetic; it makes me so happy."

"You wouldn't believe it, I just saw on WeChat that Master Fuli said he accidentally injured a fellow villager, and my heart almost jumped out of my throat."

"You're still whole, that's wonderful!"

The Monkey King jumped off the helicopter and rushed forward to help Yang Bowen up. He looked excited and gripped Yang Bowen's arm tightly, as if worried that he would run away.

In the Monkey King's mind, the Fortune Fox Lord's words about accidental injury meant that, in most cases, nothing would grow within a radius of several hundred meters.

Even if the damage is minor, it will still blow up several buildings or uproot the ground. The battle with the Bashan mosquito almost destroyed the entire Bashan sinkhole.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the Monkey King said he brought a first-aid kit. In the criminal investigation profession, even if a person is broken into 98,000 pieces or even rotten into a lump of paste, they can't be considered dead.

A person can only be considered dead when a doctor and a forensic doctor declare them dead and issue a death certificate report.

The first aid kit that the Monkey King mentioned was actually just a canvas bag, a few brooms, and an entrenching tool.

Upon seeing Yang Bowen standing alive, the Monkey King was overjoyed.

"hiss"

Yang Bowen grimaced, silently pulling his hand out. Looking at the chubby fingerprints on it, he gave the Monkey King an awkward smile, subtly shaking his hand: "Brother, you're quite strong."

"However, my body is not weak either. Although the Fox Spirit Lord's power is strong, I can still withstand it."

“That’s right.” Yang Bowen glanced at the fox fairy, then looked at the monkey king with a curious expression.

"It's good that you can hold on, it's good that you can hold on." The Monkey King could see the thirst for knowledge in Yang Bowen's eyes, but he didn't explain anything. He just invited everyone to the helicopter and prepared to talk about it after the matter was over.

As for...
Whether he can withstand it or not, Monkey King felt that Yang Bowen might just be stubborn because he had never been hit by a hammer before.

Those spirit beasts that have tasted the Fuli Master's heavy hammer will afterwards very conscientiously line up at the Security Bureau to apply for loans, paying "protection fees" to the Fuli Master, and taking on car loans and mortgages.
Their thinking can be summed up in one word: [Insightful].

…………

"Here you go! Ice-cold Coke with cane sugar."

Boarding the helicopter, which headed towards Xiaolang Reservoir, Mr. Fuli casually opened the car refrigerator while sitting on the helicopter's long bench, took out a few bottles of iced cola, and tossed them to the unlucky guy opposite him.

As he spoke, Master Fuli looked at the Monkey King and asked with a slightly puzzled expression:

"By the way, what's the deal with Old Monkey and the others? Leopard Head never told me they existed!"

Just as Yang Bowen and his group were deeply curious about the existence of Master Fuli, Master Fuli was also surprised by their presence.

"They"

The Monkey King, seated on the single chair behind the cockpit, glanced around the cabin, shrugged, and said:

"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by Master Fuli, but my knowledge of them is limited to what I read in textbooks. After all, although they call themselves a hermit sect, in our eyes they are more like inheritors of intangible cultural heritage."

"In the beginning, the Security Bureau also visited the famous sects in the mountains of the north, but their cultivation, to put it bluntly, relies on talent and time to hone their skills."

"Their lifespan can reach 160 years. However, for the Security Bureau, cultivation is not practical, but it cannot be said to be useless. For example, the basic knowledge of some doctors in special sanatoriums comes from them."

Hermit sects do exist. Initially, they were just Taoist temples or Buddhist monasteries, but as the influence of the spiritual particle revival gradually spread, they were able to perform some martial arts that only existed at the theoretical level, thanks to their strong physiques.

The Security Bureau knew them; in the early days of its establishment, when they were completely clueless about spiritual particles, they had visited those hermit sects in famous mountains and rivers.

The so-called cultivation is just finding some extraordinary people, taking them to famous mountains and rivers, and placing them in a place with relatively abundant spiritual particles.

These people are naturally sensitive to spiritual particles, so their evolution speed will naturally be faster.

But it's meaningless. The rate at which humans evolve under the influence of spirit particles is far too slow compared to spirit beasts and spirit particle plants.

The "cultivation" process is slow and relies heavily on talent; the final result is more about health and wellness than combat power.

"The Security Bureau also went through a period of wavering and hesitation before laying the foundation for today's course."

"Finally, the current approach of the expert group has been established." The Monkey King looked at Yang Bowen and his group, then said to Master Fuli:
“We do know about hermit sects, but we have no intention of interfering in their lives. After all, our profession is about risking our lives, while they are cultivating their minds and bodies and focusing on health.”

"If it weren't for Master Fuli kicking them out, I wouldn't have seen the hermit before tonight."

The Monkey King shook his head slightly and made a comment.

He was an intelligence agent and didn't actually have much combat capability, but even so, he could make Yang Bowen grimace with a light, unintentional squeeze.

Apart from sharing the commonality of spiritual particles, the hermit sects and the Security Bureau are essentially parallel entities.

The Monkey King said they were inheritors of intangible cultural heritage, which in other words they were just ordinary people with skills.

The Security Bureau will not bother them, but it will also not deliberately inform them about matters related to spirit particles.

This would prevent them from relying on their meager strength to fight those tough and resilient spirit beasts.

Not to mention Master Fuli, any random spirit beast in the research institute can run like a car and crash into a person, leaving them with bruises and scrapes.
At least, the Monkey King didn't want to take over the forensic doctor's job and instead went around cleaning with a broom and mop.

"That guy's words were so offensive," Yang Bowen muttered to Yang Yi. "What do you mean by 'health preservation techniques'? Our Medicine King Palace's ancestral medical Bagua Fist is incredibly powerful. One punch is enough to kill or seriously injure anyone."

"Bang bang bang-"

While the people inside the cabin were talking amongst themselves about what the Monkey King had told them, a series of loud "booms" came from the cabin door. The powerful force even caused the helicopter to tilt slightly.

The monkey king, sitting by the door, gestured for everyone to fasten their seatbelts before opening the hatch.

The four-winged Bashan mosquito grabbed the handrail next to the cabin door, braving the raging wind pressure, and looked at Master Fuli, saying:
"The target has been identified. I specifically scanned their faces with my phone and sent the results to Engineer Wang for identification. The 'spirited men' hiding in Xiaolang Reservoir are Zhang Ruiwen's gang."

"it is good!"

Master Fuli jumped off the chair, casually pulled an automatic rifle from the weapon rack, grabbed Bashanwen's shoulder with one hand, and said in a deep voice, "Go over from above, I'll give them a burst of bullets later!"

"I came here with good intentions to arrest them, but they played hide-and-seek with me, causing me to harm innocent civilians! They are utterly heinous criminals, and I want to pray for their souls to be saved!"

"Ok!"

As soon as Bashan Mosquito let go of the handrail, his body was instantly propelled out by the wind pressure and turbulence in front of the helicopter.

But only for a moment, the Bashan mosquito turned back and sped forward, overtaking the helicopter in one fell swoop, and rushed Fuli to Xiaolang Reservoir with Fuli.

"."

Yang Yi looked at her father, then at the mosquitoes and the old man Fuli flying around outside the helicopter.

"dad"

"Ok?"

"The martial world isn't just about fighting and killing. Shall we just peacefully run our health and wellness center and watch the immortals battle? Martial artists really can't beat cultivators."

Yang Bowen's lips twitched slightly.

(End of this chapter)