Day and night tour

Chapter 351: Eight Foxes’ Thank-You Gift
Although Hu Men and Huang Men are both wild immortals from the Five Great Routes, they each have their own strengths and abilities.

The disciples of Huangmen have the appearance of yellow skins. They are good at entering and exiting pits and deep ditches, and are extremely good at stealing information. In a provincial capital, how many shops open and how many shops close every day, the disciples of Huangmen know better than the patrol officers of the government office.

No matter what measures or changes the leaders of various industries take in their industries, they basically cannot escape the eyes and ears of the Huangmen.

With this skill, Huangmen gained control of the state's financial resources, and his underground caves and mansions became a treasure trove, with mountains of gold and silver piled up.

Therefore, Huangmen is good at accumulating wealth.

The fox spirits of the Hu family were somewhat polarized. Some foxes were passionate. The storytellers of the Jing country always uttered many love stories of "fox spirits and scholars".

But most fox fairies like to live in groups and study Taoism, with the elders of the tribe giving sermons. They yearn for the essence of the sun and the moon, and the dragon light of heaven and earth. Among the five wild fairies, the Hu clan is the most spiritual, and among the monster clans, they also have comprehended the most "laws of heaven and earth". This is the reason.

Because the fox fairy revealed its true form, it was good at running. Although it could not compete with the painter and Zhou Xuan who were extremely fast, it was able to shuttle through the mountains and prefectures like a rolling cloud.

The demon form is good at traveling thousands of miles. The fox who pursues the Tao of the Hu family is more likely to join the Dragon Seeker Heavenly Master. He can actually establish a master relationship with Zhou Xuan, Yun Ziliang, and Zhao Wuya, the three orthodox Dragon Seekers.

Now, the Huangyuan Red Fox used the Fox Clan's innate magical power and traveled thousands of miles to deliver food to the victims of the disaster in Mingjiang Prefecture.

There were no grains in the mountains, but many wild animals. What Fox Gate brought was not rice, sorghum, or the like, but game meat one after another - pheasants, hares, mountain wolves...

It just so happens that Mingjiang Prefecture lacks these.

One after another, the red foxes came to Zhou Xuan and transformed into human forms. They took off the large bamboo baskets on their backs and poured them down. Several wild rabbits and pheasants with broken necks fell to the ground, making the onlookers drool and their appetites whetted.

Not everyone could have the pleasure of tasting such plump and delicious rabbits, let alone after a disaster, even during the heyday of Mingjiang Prefecture.

"Gudong, Gudong!"

Some of the onlookers had already started to swallow their saliva, their Adam's apples moving up and down, causing the people around them to laugh at them: "Big Li, are you greedy?"

"Aren't you greedy? I've heard a long time ago that the pheasants in the mountains have firm meat. If you stir-fry them over high heat and add some chili peppers and dried shrimps, the taste is unbelievable..."

“You’re also a gourmet.”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Foxes rushed in like a red tide and then retreated, while several small hills of game were piled up on the playground in front of the porridge stall.

"The people of Humen are real and smart. They know we are short of meat, so they sent us meat."

Zhou Xuan looked at the mountain of game, and his originally furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

Until finally the nine red foxes transformed into human forms and untied the eighteen backpacks on their bodies. They were no longer game, but rare treasures from the mountains - white tiger skin, leopard skin and other furs, needless to say, the most abundant ones were Matsutake mushrooms, Ganoderma lucidum and so on.

Matsutake has always been a precious table condiment, appreciated by the upper class. In Jing Country, it is more valuable than gold of the same quality.

Ganoderma lucidum is known as the magical herb. Major drug stores, hospitals, and clinics purchase it all year round. Price is not an issue, and they will buy as much as they can. However, due to the scarcity of the supply, the supply is still insufficient, and the price is several times higher than that of Matsutake.

There are many wood warehouses in Mingjiang Prefecture, Pingshui Prefecture, and Huangyuan Prefecture. In addition to doing timber business on weekdays, they also occasionally open some wild delicacies business.

Wild delicacies are also a big business in Jingguo.

The painter has been in charge of the Bone Association for many years, and the Bone Association is the backer of the "Justice of the Peace". He has come into contact with countless wild delicacies. When he looked at the baskets of wild delicacies, he was immediately amazed. These were not wild delicacies at all, but baskets of gold.

"You Humen are really polite."

Zhou Xuan said to the Red Fox Elder Hu Dengfeng.

"Master is our Hu Clan's great benefactor, so we naturally want to bring a heavy gift to your door. However, Huangyuan Prefecture is poor and the water is harsh, and the mountain delicacies of our Red Dragon Fox Clan are inferior. The fox clans of the eight prefectures are all gathering in Mingjiang Prefecture, and the gifts from the Hu Clans of other prefectures are really heavy."

"Your gift is already very valuable. I, Zhou Xuan, and the Mingjiang Prefecture Youshen Division would like to thank the Red Dragon Fox Clan for their help."

Zhou Xuan, the painter, and Hu Dengfeng clasped their fists at the same time.

Hu Dengfeng also bowed solemnly, not wanting to waste Zhou Xuan's time, and clasped his fists: "When I was in Huangyuan Prefecture, I heard that the great master was not only highly skilled in Taoism, but also had a sword with sixteen postures, and swung through light and shadow with one sword, angrily beheaded the Saint Son and Saint Daughter, the three-headed stone Buddha, and amazed the nine prefectures of Jingguo,

I have also heard that the Master has a unique skill in storytelling, and that a book can make the audience linger. If we have time today, we, the Red Dragon Fox Clan, will shamelessly ask the Master for a book to listen to. However, Mingjiang Prefecture has suffered a serious disaster, and we are counting on the Master to coordinate with us. His schedule is busy, so this book..."

"If I am lucky enough to go to Huangyuan Prefecture in the future, I will definitely give a lecture to the Red Dragon Fox Clan."

"Master, you are so particular." Hu Dengfeng immediately said goodbye: "Mountains and rivers have brought us together, so we will say goodbye here, but the green mountains will not change..."

"May the green water flow forever." Zhou Xuan clasped his fists again.

The two sides nodded in understanding again, and Hu Dengfeng turned around and shouted, "You brats, stop talking nonsense!"

After he finished shouting, he ran forward a few steps, and his body changed from a human to a fox again, leading tens of thousands of red foxes, running towards the west...

As soon as the Red Dragon Foxes withdrew, Zhou Xuan bent down, looked at the mountains of game meat, and said to the painter beside him: "Old Hua, do you think we should change our bad habit of eating rice? We can be full just by eating game meat."

"……"painter.

The painter was naturally delighted by the game, but he was even more delighted by the eighteen baskets of wild delicacies. He said to Zhou Xuan, "Master, we will take care of these wild delicacies in the Youshen Division and send them to your new mansion after the disaster is over."

"What do I need this for?"

Zhou Xuan was not greedy for material things. Besides, the Zhou family had a lot of business opportunities now and they were not short of money. To him, worldly money and other things were just numbers.

"Wild delicacies are spiritual. Regular consumption is beneficial to your religious practice. Look at those Taoist priests and wizards. They all love to go hiking in the mountains to try their luck and find some wild delicacies to eat. It will be good for your..." The painter looked up at Zhou Xuan, who also looked at him with a smile.

The painter slapped his head suddenly... No, Zhou Xuan was really a monster in terms of cultivation. He possessed two secret realms, one at the god level and the other at the celestial master level. In addition, his perception was comparable to that of a god. He had never lacked incense. To him, mountain delicacies were even more useless than money.

Zhou Xuan said, "Lao Hua, from what you said, these mountain delicacies are considered hard currency in Jing Country, right?"

“It’s pretty hard.”

The painter said: "There are always some rich young men and noble relatives who don't have enough talent for cultivation, but they are devoted to worshipping gods, so their families spend huge sums of money to buy these mountain delicacies for consumption..."

"Then you won't have to worry about sales?"

Zhou Xuan looked at the eighteen baskets full of wild delicacies and was a little confused. If too many were sold at once, would the price drop? Luxury goods are rare and valuable. If they were sold one basket after another like carrots, they would not be so valuable. With the painter's answer, he understood the value of wild delicacies. With a wide audience, they would no longer worry about sales, so he said:
"Lao Hua, when all the fox tribe members are here, put the wild delicacies on the train and transport them to Pingshui Prefecture... Use them as money for food, vegetables, and medicine... Oh, and bring more cotton wool, quilts, tents, and other supplies...

...We can’t let Brother Peng and the musician use their divine powers all the time. They were exhausted last night.”

"Are you really exchanging food and supplies?"

"Change, change, but not all of them."

Zhou Xuan bent down, found an empty basket, picked up a dozen Ganoderma and Matsutake mushrooms, and said, "I'll set up a pot myself so that the people in our store can have a taste... I'll exchange the rest."

These eighteen baskets of mountain delicacies were all obtained by Zhou Xuan by using his good name, and they were originally his private property. He picked some to bring back for the people in the store to taste, and no one could say anything wrong about him.

"How about some more?"

The painter thought Zhou Xuan hadn't put enough on and wanted to help him choose.

"That's enough. They are too weak to take the tonic. Yazi and Fifth Brother can eat more. Lao Yun and Xiao Fuzi ate too much. I'm afraid they will have nosebleeds at night."

Zhou Xuan said with a smile, and then said to the kitchen manager who was making porridge: "Manager Xu, eat light food in the morning, just drink some porridge, but from noon onwards, stir-fry the meat vigorously and stew it vigorously. Each person will have a bowl of broth and half a bowl of stir-fried meat..."

"Okay." Manager Xu also wanted to eat meat, so he straightened his back and responded.

……

After giving instructions to the kitchen, Zhou Xuan and the painter did not leave. On the contrary, the painter called all the people from the Youshen Division to come over, and they collectively acted as "gate greeters" to welcome the foxes from other prefectures.

All the foxes in the world were originally one family. The Hu clan had established a hall, and all the Hu clans, no matter which state they were from, were protected. After they received the secret letter from King Xishan, they all rushed to thank Zhou Xuan for his "favor of entrusting an order."

Prefecture after precinct of foxes, colorful hills of game, piled up like barns on the playground.

"The Jingshan Fox Clan of Jingchuan Prefecture, thank you for your kindness, Master."

"The Fox Clan of the Snow Mountain Prefecture would like to thank the great master 'Hu Men Xuan Tian' for his kindness. Your compassionate light illuminates the wheel."

The foxes came in waves, left in waves, and then came in waves again, like a perpetual motion machine, with baskets of wild delicacies increasing one after another.

These mountain delicacies also allowed Zhou Xuan to see the vast land of Jing State.

Jingchuan Prefecture is backed by mountains on one side and the sea on the other. Among the mountain delicacies brought here are piles of golden bird's nests.

The Snow Mountain Fox Tribe lives on the plateau, and their delicacies are mostly "cordyceps sinensis and snow mountain ginseng".

"No wonder Huangyuan Prefecture said that they were poor and remote, and the gift they sent was not valuable. Compared with the Snow Mountain Fox Clan, it was indeed much lighter."

The painter felt his scalp tingling when he saw the Snow Mountain Ginseng. Even he, a demigod on earth who had burned eight incense sticks, felt a little envious.

"Lao Hua, do you find this thing strange?"

After Zhou Xuan sent the Snow Mountain Fox Clan away, he saw the painter simply sitting on the ground with his head buried in the large bamboo basket, as if he wanted to live in the basket.

He couldn't help but have a bad idea and wanted to find a basket cover to put the painter inside the basket, but there were many people watching around, so he forced himself to give up the bad idea of ​​"playing a prank on the painter" and asked, "Old Hua, do you think ginseng is so exciting?"

Foxes from other states have sent a lot of ginseng, but I have never seen a painter look at it so carefully.

"Mr. Da, take a look at this ginseng."

The painter opened his palm, and the Snow Mountain Ginseng was lying in his palm.

The reason why this palm ginseng is called palm ginseng is because its shape is very similar to a human palm, even the fingernails and palm lines are lifelike.

Zhou Xuan looked carefully and found that the palm was able to move, and the whole palm was trembling slightly.

"Is this palm ginseng a living thing?" He grabbed the palm ginseng again. As soon as he held it, he felt a strong Buddhist aura. He immediately said seriously, "It has a strong Buddhist aura."

In today's Mingjiang Prefecture, no one can compare to Zhou Xuan in terms of the sensitivity of sensing Buddha's energy, except for Zhao Wuya, who has comprehended the Buddha's mind.

"Yes, it is the Buddha's energy." The painter said, "The fox tribe in Snow Mountain Prefecture is called the Wheel Fox Tribe. They are the only fox tribe that worships Buddha. Their ancestors lived in the Wheel Snow Mountain. Most of the palm ginseng in this snow mountain is offered to the Wheel Zen Sect of Snow Mountain Prefecture, and a small part belongs to the Wheel Fox Tribe. The Wheel Zen Sect of Snow Mountain Prefecture is very powerful, and these palm ginsengs are also digested internally. None of them flow into the market. It is difficult to buy a single one even if you have a huge amount of money."

He was afraid that Zhou Xuan still didn't know the value of this palm ginseng, so he explained: "Master, you should have heard the legend of the ancient Buddha. The first time the ancient Buddha came to Jing Country, he appeared in the form of a giant Buddha's palm in the Wheel Snow Mountain. The Buddha's energy filled the snow mountain, causing the ginseng in the mountain to grow into the shape of the ancient Buddha's palm. The Buddha's energy contained in it is naturally incomparably pure..."

"Don't even mention the people in other states. Even I, who have handled countless delicacies, have never tasted them."

For the first time, the painter couldn't take his eyes off the "mountain delicacies".

"I see. This thing is expensive."

Zhou Xuan said: "Then don't sell these three baskets of palm ginseng. Take out half and seal it in the Bone Elders Association. Then the wandering gods of the Wandering Gods Division will be rewarded according to their contributions in the chess game. By the way, leave me fifty stalks. The Blood Well Association also contributed a lot this time. Most of them have madness. With palm ginseng, they can better suppress madness.

As for the remaining half, send it to Zhou's class."

The Blood Well Society formed a huge communication network in the chess game of heaven and earth, and played a huge role.

"I will follow the instructions of the master."

The painter was already rubbing his hands in anticipation, but Zhou Xuan slapped his head fiercely and said, "Oh, there is something important that I forgot about."

"What's the matter?"

"The bald donkey thing."

Zhou Xuan just heard the painter say that most of the mountain delicacies from the Wheel-Zhuan Snow Mountain will go to the Wheel-Zhuan Zen Sect, and only a small part will go to the Snow Mountain Fox Clan.

A bunch of bald donkeys who eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures and do not do any work, who neither grow ginseng nor pick ginseng, just took away so many wild delicacies for no reason. Why?
Thinking of this, he wanted to stand up for the Snow Mountain Fox Clan, so he immediately traveled in spirit and took several steps towards the west and caught up with the Snow Mountain Fox Clan on their way back.

"Elder Hu Yunshang, please stay."

Zhou Xuan showed the appearance of a giant and called out to Hu Yunshang, the elder of the Snow Mountain Fox Clan who was sending a thank-you gift.

When Hu Yunshang saw that it was Zhou Xuan who came, he was immediately surprised: "I have only seen a few records of daily tours in ancient books. Today I am fortunate to see it. It is really amazing."

"Elder Hu, regarding the Snow Mountain Chief Ginseng..."

"Sir, I'm sorry to say that... Half of our clan's ginseng will be offered to the Zen sect, and our clan doesn't have much in stock, so among the thirty-six baskets of mountain delicacies sent, there are only three baskets of ginseng. The gift is a little light, but our clan is in trouble, so I hope you will understand."

Zhou Xuan: “…”

These wild immortals are used to being rich. After receiving so many gifts, everyone said that their gift was too little. Besides, do you, Brother Xuan, look like a greedy person?

"Elder Hu, you misunderstood. I heard that your fox tribe was exploited by the Zen sect, so I came to help you solve this matter."

"It's not... it's not... it's not exploitation... after all, the Zen sect of the Wheel of Dharma also protects the safety of my tribe..."

"How much do you give them?"

"Seventy...sixty percent." Elder Hu was obviously afraid of the Zen Buddhism and did not want to cause trouble, so he deliberately lowered the amount of offerings.

Zhou Xuan knew it clearly in his mind. Elder Hu had said "70%" when he first spoke, but he was afraid that the actual number might be even more than "70%".

"That's not fair. Come on, I'll take you to see someone."

"How dare we trouble the Master..."

"Go if you are told."

Zhou Xuan slowed down the daily tour and led Hu Yun to the bank of Mingjiang River.

……

On the bank of Ming River, Zhao Wuya was carrying Yun Ziliang's painting and was about to lure Zulong.

Zhou Xuan and Hu Yunshang arrived soon.

"Yazi, what are you doing?"

"I just took my great master to Dongshi Street to attract the Dragon God. Now I am carrying my great master on my back to come here to attract the Ancestral Dragon... I don't want to do this kind of work next time. My great master is so relaxed. He just lies in the painting and takes a nap. When he gets to the place, he releases the Dragon God. I have become a black laborer."

Zhao Wuya turned his head and saw Hu Yunshang. He felt the Buddhist energy of the Snow Mountain and immediately lowered his head, becoming "Zen Master Wuya" and chanting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, it turns out that an old friend from the Snow Mountain is here to visit."

"Who are you?" Hu Yunshang saw that Zhao Wuya looked solemn and dignified, which was completely different from his nonchalant look just now, and he immediately couldn't figure out the other person's identity.

Zhou Xuan introduced Hu Yunshang: "He is one of the Dharmakāyas of the ancient Buddha - the Twenty-one Zen without Cliffs."

"thump!"

Hu Yunshang knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly: "Little fox monk Hu Yunshang, I pay my respects to Master Wuya of the Twenty-One Zen."

"A monk from the Hu family can also become a great Buddha, so why should he be so modest?" Zen Master Wuya smiled like a spring breeze, helped Hu Yunshang up, and said, "You don't have to come to Mingjiang Mansion to pay homage to me."

"He didn't want to come. I brought him here." Zhou Xuan told Master Wuya the whole story - the Zen sect of the Wheel of Revelation exploits more than 70% of the mountain delicacies of the Snow Mountain Fox Tribe every year...

When Master Wuya heard this, he thought for a while and said, "The Zen sect of the Wheel of Revelation should receive some reward for protecting the fox tribe from being hunted. In my opinion, 50% is about right.

But... Chakravartin is the oldest Zen sect, and saving the world is their vocation. If they were to divide the profits in the ordinary way, then what is the difference between Zen and businessmen?
Zen Buddhism will take 30%, is the fox monk willing to accept it?"

Hu Yunshang was very willing to do so. Palm ginseng was precious, and every tenth he left for the fox tribe to eat would help the tribe members make progress in their Zen practice.

Now that several more foxes have stayed, that’s a great thing.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master."

Hu Yunshang never expected that he had come to give a gift, but Zhou Xuan turned around and gave him a gift in return, which was much more precious than his three baskets of Snow Mountain Ginseng.

"You are just telling the truth. You are simply taking my words to the Snow Mountain. The Wheel-Turning Sect may not believe you. So, I will draw a small picture for you."

Zen Master Wuya reached out, grabbed a leaf, bent down and picked up a piece of burnt charcoal on the ground - after experiencing the Zoroastrian fire disaster, there was not much else in Mingjiang Mansion, but charcoal could be found everywhere.

He took charcoal and drew three wavy lines on the leaf. After he finished, the wavy lines became a gust of wind. Holding the leaf, he felt as if he was being caressed by the spring breeze.

This is one of the Zen ideas of Zen Master Wuya - the endless spring breeze.

"Seeing this spring breeze is like seeing my infinite Zen. Those who follow the Zen school will believe your words. Go ahead. The Zen school will take 30% and the fox tribe will take 70% of the mountain treasures. You must not report more or less of this number. If you violate the Zen principle, you may be killed."

Zen Master Wuya handed the leaf painting to Hu Yunshang and said so.

"Master personally pointed out the Zen, how dare a little fox monk act rashly?"

Hu Yunshang quickly added, "Master, Master, you two have helped my Snow Mountain Fox Tribe a lot this time. After I return to the Snow Mountain, I will try my best to pick mountain delicacies to show my gratitude."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Zen Master Wuya and Zhou Xuan said this almost at the same time. After they finished speaking, they smiled at the same time. Zen Master Wuya smiled and said, "We will meet again if we are destined to. Don't force it."

"Elder Hu, you can go without worry. With Yazi's painting, the Zen sect will not dare to exploit you in the future. Return quickly."

"Thank you very much, thank you two masters."

Hu Yunshang looked back every few steps. Once he realized his intention, he bowed to the two of them. As for the leaf painting, he kept it tightly in his arms, as it was all the Buddhist energy of the fox clan.

When Hu Yunshang left, Zen Master Wuya suddenly raised his head and became Zhao Wuya again, and said in a very shrewd manner, "Xuan brother, I smell meat from you. Tell me, did you eat alone?"

"What are you eating alone?" Zhou Xuan said with a smile, "Fox tribes from seven prefectures came to give me gifts of thanks. They all brought meat, such as pheasants and rabbits... Oh... the piles were like mountains..."

"Then can I eat when I go back?"

"What do you mean by having enough to eat? Change your bad habit of eating rice, and you can be full even if you eat meat."

Zhou Xuan added: "But it's strange that the fox tribe sent gifts of thanks, and the fox tribes from seven prefectures came, but they chose Dongguan Prefecture."

As soon as he said this, Yun Ziliang, who was sleeping in the painting, woke up with laughter.

"Xuan Zi, have you become bad recently? You may not remember who gave you a gift, but you know exactly who didn't."

"If Dongguan Mansion hadn't come, wouldn't you have held a grudge against me?" Zhao Wuya also echoed.

Zhou Xuan waved his hand and said, "What are you thinking? The Dongshan Fox Clan of Dongguan Prefecture is the hometown of King Xishan and Sister Cui. The establishment of the Hu Clan is such a big event, and it was promoted by King Xishan and Sister Cui. The Dongshan Fox Clan should come to support it."

The former King Xishan pretended to rebel against the Dongshan Fox Clan and established the Xueshan Fox Clan. His goal was to create a future for all the fox clans in the world. Now that the Hu Clan has finally established a branch, if the old family members don't come out to support it...how sad would Old Xi be?

"that's true."

Zhao Wuya finally reacted, but he changed his mind and said, "It's okay, Brother Xuan. Dongguan Prefecture is the farthest from Mingjiang Prefecture among the eight prefectures. Maybe the Dongshan Fox Clan is still on the way."

As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly, a ball of Dao flame ignited in front of him and Zhou Xuan, and the painter emerged from the space: "Master, I guess you are here to find Master Zhao to solve the problem of the Snow Mountain Fox Clan being exploited. Come on, follow me."

"What's the matter? Why is it so urgent?"

"The Dongshan Fox Clan is here... The Hu Clan Hall will also light the first stick of incense, and they are all waiting for you to watch the ceremony."

"This is a big deal, so I have to go."

"We must go. This time, the gift brought by the Dongshan Fox Clan is very valuable. They are the most distinguished guests among distinguished guests."

"How much is it?" When Zhou Xuan heard the word "gift", he wanted to hear the gift list.

"Red Ginseng Boy."

"What? Say it again?"

Before Zhou Xuan could react, Yun Ziliang jumped out of the painting with a whoosh. He patted his ears lightly, afraid that he had heard it wrongly...

(End of this chapter)