The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 628 Fellow villager, don't be afraid, we're all about science.

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"Master! I think I've gotten into trouble."

In a corner of the Zhongnan Mountains on the southern slope of the Qinling Mountains, a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old suddenly widened her eyes as she stared at the location sharing invitations that kept popping up on WeChat and then being canceled. She panicked and called out to the person behind her.

"You foul-mouthed girl, did you scare away another customer who wanted to buy lightning-struck wood ornaments?"

The old Taoist priest, who was squatting on a chair and holding a jumper cable from a car repair shop, looked into the main hall upon hearing this, then looked at his little granddaughter and cursed.

As the old Taoist priest spoke, he pressed the electrical cable directly onto the wood that had been soaked in a conductive solution. In an instant, wisps of blue smoke rose from the wood, and streaks resembling those of lightning and fire appeared on the wood.

"Uh, could it get even worse?" Gao Qiaoyu asked, her face full of embarrassment.

"Do you know Master Yang, the head of the Medicine King Palace on Medicine King Mountain? How are you two on good terms?"

The old Taoist priest, who was squatting on the bench and mass-producing lightning-struck wood, threw down the piece of wood in his hand. Hearing this, he was taken aback and looked at his granddaughter, saying, "Master Yang? Yang Bowen, why are you asking that talkative fellow?"

"It would be a miracle if the relationship was good. He just keeps talking about how martial artists inevitably get injured, and then he goes around in circles trying to trick me into buying him some liniment."

The old Taoist's impression of Yang Bowen was that the guy talked nonsense all day long, saying that martial arts practitioners need to cultivate their character and that you can't hit someone's abdomen, or you'll kill them.

One minute they're saying the neck can't be touched, which could easily lead to high-level paraplegia, and the next they're saying artificial bones are so expensive.

Isn't that just nonsense? I'm just an old man who's bored and likes to beat people up for fun.
When it really comes down to action, nobody cares about this or that.

"When the old monk from Mount Hua invited us to a banquet before, I added him on WeChat, but we didn't chat for long. Did that talkative guy send me a message?" the old Taoist asked.

"Oh"

Gao Qiaoyu nodded and asked, "Does their Medicine King Palace have many closed-door disciples?"

"I think there are seven or eight, right? I heard him bragging about getting another one during the Spring Festival this year." The old Taoist priest gradually sensed something was amiss, put down his work, and looked at Gao Qiaoyu with a puzzled expression.
"You're acting strangely. Just say what's on your mind."

"I just got ripped off on WeChat, and now the Medicine King Palace is coming to our door." Gao Qiaoyu said awkwardly, "Should we go lay low for a while?"

"Including our Guanshan Pavilion family, plus our senior brother who cooks and his junior brother, there are only seven or eight of us. The Medicine King Palace across the street seems to have a much stronger army."

"?" The old Taoist priest typed a question mark and quickly snatched the phone back from his granddaughter.

The old Taoist priest owns an online store that mainly sells handicrafts made from lightning-struck wood. His WeChat account is his customer service number, but he personally dislikes unnecessary chatter.
So, I hand over my phone to my apprentice to manage, or I hand it over to my granddaughter to look after when she comes back from vacation.

Under Gao Qiaoyu's guidance, the old Taoist priest saw the QQ group of Yaowang Palace.

I also saw the pictures posted by Master Fuli. Master Fuli said that the Security Bureau was doing their job, and tonight rocket launchers and machine guns were used to sweep the forest. They just wiped out the Medicine King Palace. Wild men in the Qinling Mountains, be careful, machine guns don't have eyes.

After a string of "1111", the old Taoist priest saw the message that his granddaughter had used her ultimate skill right in front of him.

Guanshanting·Gaoren: [Whose kid was secretly playing on their phone during the National Day holiday? Give your phone back to the adults. Do you know what kind of people are in this group? Don't mess around.]

Then, out of nowhere, another idiot appeared and echoed Gao Qiaoyu's words.

For some elderly people, smartphones are not a convenient tool for daily life, but rather a piece of junk with a high learning curve and an easy scare tactic against them by advertisements.

Every day, red pop-up windows appear saying that the phone is about to explode and kill the user.
As far as the old Taoist knows, there are quite a few old Taoists who hand over their mobile phones to the younger generation to manage.

"Holy crap! The Embroidered Uniform Guard!"

"No, no, I have to hide those ledgers right away. Do you know how hard it is for an old Taoist like me to run a small business?"

The old Taoist priest seemed startled, or as if he had been electrocuted, he threw away his phone and ran quickly into the main hall.

"The Embroidered Uniform Guard?" Gao Qiaoyu was stunned, looking at her grandfather who could scale walls and roofs with a face full of question marks.

Does our country have a National Security Bureau? Aren't they usually the Ministry of State Security?

But before the old Taoist could explain to Gao Qiaoyu what the Security Bureau was, a series of booming sounds came from the horizon, and a white dot of light kept growing larger.

"What the fuck?!"

Gao Qiaoyu stared in disbelief, her body stiff, at her grandfather who was tiptoeing around: "There really are Imperial Guards?"

"Armed helicopters?" The old Taoist priest was dumbfounded, but his emotions remained relatively stable, and he wasn't too worried.

The National Security Bureau is known for its focus on external affairs rather than internal ones; a few words of verbal sparring are not enough to warrant a missile strike.

Under the astonished gaze of the grandfather and grandson, the helicopter landed on the viewing platform outside the mountain gate. The two brothers, who had been cooking a late-night snack inside, looked at their master with bewildered expressions and asked:

"Master, has someone come to present you with an award certificate again? I haven't heard you mention it before?"

"Bullshit, go back and add an egg to my noodles!" The old Taoist rolled his eyes.

Gao Qiaoyu moved subtly, nimbly hiding behind her grandfather and peeking out her head.

The hatch opens.

A woman appeared before the crowd, her arms outstretched. A fluffy white fox stood upright on her arms. Beside her was a woman dressed as an elite lawyer, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a tuxedo, carrying a rectangular case and raising her hand to shield herself from the raging propeller wind.

"Who just called me a little kid?"

"Stand up for me!"

Master Fuli's gaze was fixed on the little girl who looked guilty and was hiding behind the old Taoist priest.

"?!"

When Master Fuli spoke, his childish voice perfectly matched the voice message on WeChat. Gao Ren and Gao Qiaoyu stared wide-eyed, looking as if they had seen a ghost.

"Aba Aba."

Gao Qiaoyu tugged at her grandfather's clothes, raised her hand, pointed at Xian'er who had spoken, and then pointed at herself. She was so nervous that she couldn't speak and let out a sob.

"Humph!"

Master Fuli snorted coldly, raised his hand, pointed at Gao Qiaoyu, and said with a smile, "You really weren't wrong! Master Fuli is indeed not that old."

"So, go buy me an iced Coke!"

Master Fuli glared at her, and Gao Qiaoyu shuddered. She hurriedly ran into the house, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of Sprite, and handed it over tremblingly.

"fun"

Seeing Gao Qiaoyu's adorable, quail-like appearance, Master Fuli felt a surge of joy. He took a sip of Sprite and said:
"Master Fuli, I drank your Sprite, so I'm not going to hold it against you. However, you'd better write 'Thank you, Master' a thousand times, or you'll have to reimburse me for the helicopter's round-trip fuel costs!"

Gao Qiaoyu nodded like a chick pecking at rice, her face blank the whole time, as if a nuclear bomb had exploded inside her.

Master Fuli pointed forward, and Bashan Mosquito immediately led Master Fuli into the main hall.

Lin Bingyun followed closely behind, carrying a bath set.

It's not unusual to have a bath set; Master Fuli always takes a bath before going out and returning home, and the housekeeper, Lin Bingyun, has considered all possibilities.

Although it's not quite clear why Master Fuli wants to take a bath when it's not time to go home yet, it's not hard to tell from the joy on his face that he's very happy.

"Fellow villagers, don't be afraid."

"What you're experiencing now isn't metaphysics or fantasy, it's science!" The Monkey King jumped down, stepped forward, and grasped the old Taoist's hand, ready to explain the situation to him.

Gao Ren and Gao Qiaoyu were completely dumbfounded, looking at the Monkey King who jumped down and then at Yang Bowen on the helicopter.

The group looked at each other, speechless.

(End of this chapter)