Mythology Management System

Wu Song, a plainclothes patrolman, walked along the main road in the East District. The East District is the largest area in the entire Qingshui City, and also the area with the most vacant spaces.

Being near the suburbs, it's inevitable that some monsters will sneak in. Although the dense iron nets surrounding Qingshui City can prevent a lot of them, some monsters just don't follow the usual path.

Flying and escaping are just the most basic abilities; some monsters can even become invisible, walking in unnoticed.

While lower-level monsters are indeed not very intelligent and are easily hunted by humans, there are exceptions.

As their strength increases, the intelligence of monsters increases exponentially. Monsters of the fourth rank and above are basically no less intelligent than ordinary humans.

There weren't many pedestrians on the streets; most of the residents with some property had moved to the Qingshui Center.

With a large population, overcrowding is inevitable, but so what? At least it's safe, so most people don't complain.

There were seven or eight people gathered in the middle of the street ahead, seemingly watching something.

Wu Song was somewhat surprised. Because it was close to the suburbs, monsters would occasionally appear here. These people usually stayed at home when they had nothing to do, and even when they went out, they rarely lingered on the streets for so long, let alone seven or eight people gathered together at the same time.

Wu Song quietly approached and saw an old man with a thick beard surrounded in the middle.

Calling him an old man isn't quite accurate. If you could ignore his thick beard, he wouldn't look that old. He'd be at most forty, and could even be considered a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man touched his bald head, and a large string of black Buddhist beads hanging around his neck gleamed.

"Greetings, fellow villagers! Let me introduce myself first. I am Lu Zhishen, one of the 108 heroes of Liangshan in my previous life."

Several passersby who stopped to watch were quite surprised. One of them asked, "I know, I know, isn't it the one who uprooted the willow tree?"

The Flower Monk chuckled twice, a hint of smugness on his face: "That's right, it is indeed I!"

"Looks like I'm pretty famous," the Flower Monk thought to himself.

One of the men said with great dissatisfaction, "Sir, we know you were awesome in your past life, but that's no reason for you to keep us all here."

He went out just to buy a cup of instant noodles, but on his way back, he was stopped by this old man.

If you're going to stop me, at least tell me what's going on, right?

But this old man just wouldn't get to the point; he started by spouting nonsense.

The general idea is that I was incredibly awesome and powerful in my past life, and you mortals should come and worship me.

"Sir, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

The Flower Monk turned around and glared at the man, saying with dissatisfaction, "What are you calling me, sir? I'm only in my thirties, I just look a little older than I am."

"I'm not stopping you all here today for no reason. Many people didn't believe me when I uprooted the willow tree back then, but I'll do it again right here today, and I ask you all to be my witnesses."

Someone below muttered quietly, "I think you're just bored and have nothing better to do."

The Flower Monk acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and rolled up his sleeves to reveal a pair of strong and powerful arms, clearly the kind of arms that he often... cough cough, often exercised.

Several incredibly strong muscles were embedded in his arms like granite.

The Flower Monk clenched his fist, and his arm, which was already as thick as a normal person's calf, suddenly grew even larger.

Taking a deep breath, he stomped his foot on the ground, sending up a spray of gravel. The Flower Monk's eyes were fixed on the old willow tree in the middle of the road.

The underground of Qingshui City is paved with tens of meters of reinforced concrete, which makes it impossible for monsters below the third rank to drill in, and these willow trees also find it difficult to take root here.

The willow tree he had his eye on looked quite old, at least thirty or forty years old.

In fact, these trees were all transplanted later, and they are not growing well and their root systems are not deep. It is fortunate that they survived.

The Flower Monk walked step by step to the willow tree, bent down, wrapped his arms around the tree, twisted his neck, and found a suitable posture.

Immediately afterwards, veins bulged on his forehead, the monk clenched his teeth, and began to exert force with his two thick arms.

If it were an old, wild willow tree, it might be able to withstand his ravages.

Unfortunately, the willow tree was rooted in the interior of Qingshui City, where the ground was covered with tens of meters of reinforced concrete. The willow tree's massive root system was all shrunken into a ball, unable to stretch out.

As the monk exerted his strength, the soil that had been transplanted along with the willow tree began to crack layer by layer, revealing the yellowish-brown tree roots buried underground.

"it is good!"

"Well done, sir!"

The seven or eight people surrounding them began to clap and cheer, even the one who had initially complained joined in.

Seeing that he was about to uproot the entire tree, Wu Song, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't bear to watch any longer.

He's a patrol officer in this area. Is it really okay for these people to vandalize public property right in front of him?

The passersby joined in the commotion, and not a single person called the police. In Wu Song's eyes, they were accomplices.

The entire willow tree had begun to lean, and the Flower Monk grinned from ear to ear. Today, he was going to recreate his glorious deeds from back then!

Unfortunately, just then, a loud shout rang out from behind him, interrupting his actions.

"Stop!!" Wu Song shouted coldly, his shackles already unlocked, ready to arrest the criminal at any moment.

The passersby standing to the side were also startled by the loud shout. After realizing what was happening, they understood that someone was trying to stop them. For a moment, they all looked at Wu Song with some dissatisfaction.

"Who the hell is so... um, hello armed police officer!"

The group of people who had originally intended to hurl insults shrank back upon seeing the newcomer's appearance and reluctantly shut their mouths.

Since Wu Song took over this area a few months ago, his attendance rate has been quite high. Nearby residents can see this patrolman riding his bicycle to patrol every day early in the morning.

Monsters frequently roam the area around the East District. If it weren't for his daily patrols and suppression of those monsters that have infiltrated, the safety level of ordinary people like them would plummet. They might even encounter monsters while going out to buy groceries.

Therefore, most people hold this patrolman in high esteem, especially after they learned that Wu Song had broken through to the second level, which added even more respect to him.

Wu Song stepped forward, blocking the Flower Monk's retreat, and then took out a black identity card from his waist.

“Wu Song, a member of the East District Enforcement Team, is here. Your actions have damaged the public property of the residents of Qingshui City. Please come with me to the police station!”

The monk was completely dumbfounded. Could he be this unlucky? He'd attracted the police on his very first attempt? And they'd become his audience, witnessing his "crime" firsthand?

Now look what happened! He failed to show off and instead became a fool. He still has all the evidence in his hands, so he can't deny it even if he wants to.

The Flower Monk felt a little panicked. Was he really going to go to the police station with him like this? How embarrassing would that be!

"No! We absolutely cannot go back with him!"

His background is questionable and cannot withstand scrutiny. If he goes back to the police station with Wu Song, he'll definitely suffer the consequences.

The Flower Monk stared at Wu Song for a few more moments, and when he discovered that Wu Song was also a second-level cultivator, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking at the willow tree he hadn't put down yet, the Flower Monk steeled his heart, exerted a sudden burst of strength, and uprooted the entire willow tree, throwing it at Wu Song.

"Go away!"

"I'll take my leave for now!"