The Little Fox's Immortal Cultivation Encyclopedia

Chapter 91 Why Recall?

"This is related to the Pu family." The old man turned his gaze to Pu Shunnian. "How much do you remember about your ancestors?"

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"I've only heard from the elders that my great-grandfather came here as a refugee, but he stayed because he found that no one starved to death here. As for the mountain god, our Pu family has worshipped him for generations and has never dared to neglect him."

The old man nodded: "After your great-grandfather fled here, he couldn't integrate into the local village because he was a member of a different clan. He had no choice but to hide in the mountains and take refuge in a dilapidated temple that no one cared about. At that time, he was destitute and wandered in the mountains all day long, picking wild peaches to fill his stomach when he was hungry."

"Later, he encountered the white ape. I don't know the details, but I know that after several encounters, the white ape took pity on him and would send him some prey. Your great-grandfather, grateful for this kindness, secretly erased the face of the statue and treated it as the white ape, as a mountain god."

"Huh? There's such a thing?" The fox was surprised, but it also felt familiar. It turned out that this mountain god had also taken over someone else's temple.

How many owners did the temple, which was passed down to the fox, actually go through?

The old monkey, having never experienced it firsthand, spoke vaguely about the story, except for the part about the Pu family ancestor erasing the face of the deity statue, which he did with particular certainty. Clearly, for the monkey troop, this kind of anecdote was more interesting than anything else.

"There's no need to elaborate on what happened after that. I don't know the specifics, but I do know that the white ape received a proper title and was to protect the Pu family for eternity. Your Pu family also made an agreement to serve as the temple's guardian for the mountain god for generations."

"I visited the mountain god temple when I was young and remembered you. As soon as I heard your surname, I recognized you."

"Unfortunately, the mountain god disappeared before I was born." The old monkey said solemnly, glancing at the fox and the man. "Yesterday, when I met you, young friend, I saw a spiritual aura in you like that of a white ape. Today, I have also met a descendant of the Pu family. This must be a predestined opportunity."

"I humbly request that my friend Pu reopen the mountain god temple, continue the position of temple keeper, pass on the incense to my friend Fox, and revive the legendary tale of the white ape and the Pu family."

Shuai Shuai's eyes lit up as she looked hopefully at the fox.

The fox listened quietly and gently shook its head. A spiritual aura, as cool as the moon and as warm as fire, emanated from the fox's body. The fox was still the same round, red fox, but its eyes now held a hint of divinity.

"Old man of wine," the fox spoke slowly, his voice clear and melodious, "I've been listening to your words for half a day, and the more I listen, the stranger they seem."

"You remember the white ape's kindness to the monkey troop, you remember its promise to the Pu family; what you see and think about are all those old things. If the fox stands before you, do you see the fox, or the shadow of the white ape?"

"You feel grateful to the white ape, and you fear that its traces will disappear. In that case, the fox has a better idea."

The fox, quick-witted as ever, rattled off a long string of words, using all the eloquence he'd honed in the human world, and finally managed to steer the conversation in the direction he wanted: "You protect the monkey troop, guard the valley left behind by the white ape, and you show kindness to foxes and outsiders alike. Aren't you the one on this mountain most like a mountain god?"

"And you're all monkeys," the fox thought to himself, looking at the old monkey with anticipation.

The old monkey stared blankly at the celestial fox before it, as if it were seeing a fox for the first time. After a long period of contemplation, it slowly spoke: "I already have half a leg—"

"Fox heard from Shuai Shuai that the original Monkey Wine was simply wild fruit that monkeys had hidden in the heart of trees and which fermented naturally. That white ape was probably just an ordinary monkey at first. Moreover, the older the Monkey Wine is, the more mellow its flavor becomes; the same is true for the wine and the monkey. Why is the old wine maker so eager to belittle himself?"

"Old man, there's no need to worry. I only need you to say the word. As long as you nod, I will do my best to help you."

The little monkey stared at the fox in astonishment, its mouth agape. This morning it was just a fox that had fallen into the water, how could it be so heroic now, as if it had transformed into a completely different fox, speaking eloquently and logically?

As it stood there in a daze, the fox's voice suddenly drifted into its ears: "If you don't speak up for the fox, the fox will hold you accountable for stealing the peaches."

The little monkey suddenly realized what was happening, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally blurted out, "Grandpa, the fox is right."

The old man paused for a moment, then finally sighed deeply, shaking his head with a complex expression: "It's because my obsession ran too deep."

"As people get older, they start to reminisce about the past. I've always underestimated fox spirits."

"But I'm getting old, and managing the valley is no longer enough for me. How could I possibly have the energy to be a mountain god?" The old man looked at Shuai Shuai, "What do you think of my grandson, Fox Fairy?"

"?" Zhua Zhua didn't react in time.

"Fox, you'd better hold on tight!" The little monkey closed its eyes tightly, its entire body wrapped firmly in the fox's tail.

The fox glanced at it, then looked at the man beside it.

Pu Shunnian secured the gourd in his hand to his waist, holding it down firmly with one hand. It contained the fruit wine the old winemaker had specially brought for Caiyu; it absolutely couldn't be spilled. He then adopted a resolute expression, saying, "Come on."

The fox, annoyed, stretched out its tail and wrapped it around the man, then leaped off the cliff.

"Ah—" The little monkey's screams echoed through the valley, lingering for a long time.

The fox ignored it and secretly pondered whether the old monkey was truly powerless or still held some reverence for the mountain god's position. The fox was unable to pull it over to do the work.

However, this trip was not without its rewards. The old story of the mountain god was one thing, the brewing technique was another, and the little monkey hanging on the tail was the last reward.

The old man finally relented and let the fox take the monkey away to wrestle it. As for how to train and discipline the innocent little monkey, the fox already had a plan in mind.

The fox didn't stop, it darted down the mountain like lightning, heading straight for Tao County.

Tao County, Academy.

Pu Caiyu was practicing calligraphy at her desk when she suddenly saw her father and teacher coming over together. Behind them were a handsome young man and a child who was wrapped up tightly, with only his eyes showing.

For some reason, Pu Shunnian's normally dark face turned deathly pale. Caiyu rushed over and took Pu Shunnian's arm, asking, "Father, are you alright?"

Pu Shunnian waved his hand, still catching his breath, and took a gourd from his waist and stuffed it into his son's hand: "Here, this is the elixir your father brought back for you, drink it quickly."

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Caiyu obediently took it and sipped it slowly. She saw the teacher lead the two people into the lecture hall and let them sit at the end of the hall.

"These two will be your classmates from now on," the teacher said to the other children. He then walked to his desk, took out several books from the shelf, and placed them all in front of the child.

"This is the Three Character Classic, this is the Hundred Family Surnames, and this is the Thousand Character Classic," the teacher pointed out one by one. "Since you're new here, start with the basics. First, memorize these three books."

"Squeak—" Shuai Shuai said subconsciously, then quickly covered her mouth.

The fox kindly explained to it, "Sir, he asked what you should do if you can't memorize it."

The gentleman remained expressionless, pulled a bamboo stick from his sleeve, and tapped it lightly on the table.

"If you can't memorize it, you'll have to suffer this."

"Squeak!"