Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

Due to conjunctivitis, Xiao Zizai was unable to complete his studies in peace and entered a Buddhist monastery to practice Buddhism.

During his time in the Buddhist order, his desire to kill was indeed suppressed, and he made great progress. As a result, he became complacent and fell into "greed meditation," secretly increasing his practice. Eventually, his "ego" became too strong, and one night, he could no longer suppress his red eyes.

He injured his fellow disciples and disturbed the tranquility of the Buddhist temple. At that time, his master had the opportunity to cripple him, but he did not take action. Instead, he endured all the techniques he had personally taught him, ultimately destroying his meridians and turning him into a cripple.

After regaining his senses, his fellow disciples wanted to kill him to avenge their master. He was willing to accept this, but Jie Kong firmly stopped him, only asking him to leave Shaolin and find his own path.

After returning to secular life, Xiao Zizai's envy flared up less often, and he managed to suppress it mostly thanks to his cultivation experience. He was normal for a few years, got a girlfriend, and they reached the point of discussing marriage. One day, he was planning to propose, but when he turned around, he almost strangled his beloved.

"A somewhat absurd life." Xiao Zizai opened his eyes and replied, "I've thought it through."

“Alright.” Chen Ruoan raised his hand and said, “Now offer your devout faith and pray to the fox spirit.”

Xiao Zizai clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice, "I only hope to live in peace with my inner demons, suppress my murderous intent, and calm my mind to observe myself, so that I can still retain this bloodthirstiness."

"I heard your wish." Chen Ruoan hooked his index finger, pulled Xiao Zizai's fate thread, and shook the colorful treasure book in the mind tree. When the wish was settled, Buddha's light descended from the sky, golden as gauze, and enveloped Xiao Zizai and the "list".

"What did you say?" the foreigner asked in alarm.

Damn, Chinese is so hard to understand.

"Phew—" Xiao Zizai let out a long sigh, took out his notebook, and read aloud to the foreigner in a low voice, "Mr. Marx and Engels, since 1992, have frequently appeared in American newspapers and magazines, with keywords mostly being young girls, sacrifice, and rape. You sound very appetizing, how should we cook you?"

"This incredibly tough skin has to be peeled off first, otherwise it'll be really hard to chew."

Stab it!

Xiao Zizai used a knife to make a cross on the foreigner's head and poured mercury he was carrying into the head. The foreigner immediately screamed, but that was all.

"What's in books and novels is all lies. Shouldn't you emerge from the ground like a naked monkey, leaving behind a human skin buried in the earth?"

boom!

Xiao Zizai concentrated his strength on a move called "Great Compassion Hand," causing the thick, damp soil to crack and scatter. The foreigner buried deep in the ground was jolted into the air, but before he could land, the pressure from above forced him back into the soil.

With a single slash, blood and flesh splattered, but the foreigner's body, strengthened by the virus, repaired itself and was completely healed in the blink of an eye.

“A tough one to kill.” Xiao Zizai gently supported the lower edge of his glasses with the heel of his palm and pushed them upwards, his scarlet eyes full of laughter: “You are truly a rare delicacy.”

Swish!

Xiao Zizai struck again. For him, killing was an instinct, an innate nature. He enjoyed killing but was also extremely restrained. This long-standing contradiction was almost making him unrecognizable.

It feels so good to be unrestrained, but is it really appropriate to indulge in such excesses?

The foreigner felt endless pain in his body. Even though his injuries exceeded the limits of his self-healing, the wounds and flesh continued to repair themselves uncontrollably. The wildflowers in the countryside gradually withered, and the new buds of the locust trees looked old again, like those of winter...

Xiao Zizai repeated the movements in his hands, his masterpiece starting from the big toe, the skin and flesh peeling away to reveal the warm and smooth white bone.

In his unbridled catharsis, the foreigner's body stopped repairing itself, and in the end, only a skeleton remained.

Xiao Zizai stood up, standing there blankly. The removed flesh and blood seemed to have disappeared, and all that remained before him was a skeleton.

"Is this what I'm so attached to?"

Xiao Zizai did not fall into "attachment to self". He stared at his hands, the skin and flesh at his fingertips split open to both sides, the white bones as white as snow, each segment distinct. In his contemplation, he realized that he himself was nothing more than a skeleton.

The root of the desire to kill is self-attachment, intense anger, and aversion to others. If one can contemplate the equality of a friend or foe, the illusion of life and death, the selflessness of the physical body, and the withered bones of the same body, then one can break the desire to kill based on discrimination, the thought of killing based on anger, and the root of killing based on self-attachment. Once self-attachment is broken, desire has no place to settle, and one will naturally be at peace in body and mind.

"First observe the corpse rotting into bones, then observe the world filled with the noise of white bones. This first step seems to have found the way."

Xiao Zizai picked up the skeleton and examined it carefully: "The end of intoxication is not madness, but peace, and that's what I want. One day, I will get tired of it."

Click, click~

Feng Baobao, holding a bag of "Dajiabao" potato chips with onion and chicken broth flavor, was chewing when she suddenly asked Chen Ruoan, "What's wrong with this person? Why is he so happy to be holding a skeleton?"

Chen Ruoan explained to her that he received the potato chips as a return gift.

Feng Baobao clapped her hands as if suddenly realizing something: "It's like when you've finished venting and the climax has subsided, you'll fall into a state of extreme peace and tranquility, like a saint. If you think about the emptiness afterward, you'll gradually suppress your desire for the pleasure you had during the process."

"Hmm..." Chen Ruoan's potato chip got stuck in his mouth.

It's clearly a very Zen-like thing, but how come Feng Baobao's explanation of it has an inexplicable, unpleasant feel to it?

Click!

Chen Ruoan bit into a potato chip, while Xiao Zizai across from him, with one arm around the skeleton, bowed together: "Master, I understand."

Xiao Zizai dragged his intact skull away into the distance, humming a little tune, in a great mood.

Chen Ruoan opened the treasure book. On the front was Xiao Zizai's name, and on the back were engraved words such as "White Bone Zen" and "Asura Path". The original intention of the prayer was to understand the white bone and reach the true treasure form, or to become an Asura who loves fighting and killing but is in the good path. What's the point of you running away with the white bone?

You wretched creature, what have you realized? Do you want to become a master of figurine collecting?

Xiao Zizai's figure disappeared into the moonlight over the countryside. Feng Baobao shook the bag of potato chips, mixed the seasoning, and handed it to Chen Ruoan.

The fox grabbed another handful.

Oh well, it's a positive connection anyway, let Xiao develop freely.

In the wilderness, the moonlight was cold and clear. Mottled bloodstains soaked the soil, and piles of freshly removed deformed flesh lay nearby, the stench of blood mingling with the night breeze.

Chen Ruoan and the disheveled, slovenly "cockroach girl" squatted side by side, each holding a potato chip and crunching it.

"Isn't this environment uncomfortable?" the fox suddenly asked.

Feng Baobao shook her head: "You should eat more when you can. What about you?"

Chen Ruoan tossed the potato chip up, bit it with her mouth, and smiled gently.

Back in the day at Wusongkou, the corpses of Fang Yiren were piled up into a mound of corpses over hundreds of days. A fox sat high on the mountain of corpses, calmly munching on dry rations. Do I really have to tell you all these old stories?

Among international supernatural organizations, the Japanese "Fish Dragon Society" faces the least pressure in controlling supernatural beings. In truth, this "leisure" is largely thanks to Chen Ruoan—

Those warlike, bloodthirsty, radical, and restless factions were wiped out by the foxes long ago during the war.

The chicken-flavored seasoning spread across Chen Ruoan's tongue, while the dirty girl next to her continued to "crunch" in her mouth, the tangled threads drifting from her body in all directions and falling into the gloomy, dark sky.

···

The following day, the headquarters of "Nadutong" forwarded an urgent report that a total of 23 unusual suicide incidents had occurred in the North China and East China regions. During the police investigation, all 23 people were foreigners, and only 5 of them had entered the country legally through legitimate channels.

In its subsequent investigation, NaDuTong confirmed that the identities of the individuals were indeed related to the "list," and that only one of the twenty-three individuals had attempted suicide.

Zhao Fangxu stared at the summary reports sent back from the two regions, his brows furrowed. The unusual behavior of the "List" was almost making his brain's CPU burn out.

"why?"

"After going through so much trouble to sneak into the country, was it all just for suicide? What kind of strange sacrificial ritual is this? Does the 'List' possess some mysterious power in the East that fascinates it?"

Zhao Fangxu turned on the large-screen computer and received the video data transmitted back from the Dark Fortress Interrogation Department. The blurry images appeared on the computer screen.

The surviving members of the "list" were covered in wounds and could only barely support their bodies with the shackles hanging from the wall.

“You don’t understand what ‘evil’ is at all. We believe in ‘evil’. ‘Evil’ is a god. If this oracle is wrong, it is because some being has interfered with the will of the god. It makes me feel sorry for you that such a thing lives in your land.”

"Our original mission was to purge dissidents, but now it seems something more interesting might be happening. Can the horned higher-ups within the organization really tolerate interference with the existence of 'Whispers'?"

"···"

Zhao Fangxu rubbed his forehead in distress. At present, the information that "Na Du Tong" could obtain only included the rough files of the "List". The American supernatural organization "Behemoth", which had long been dealing with the "List", had no intention of sharing the information it had.

"Nadutong" has gained international recognition as its national strength has increased, but it has not yet reached the point where "Behemoth" would take notice.

"We finally managed to resolve the trouble caused by the Lu family. If the younger one is gone and the older one comes along, wouldn't this never end?"

Zhao Fangxu leaned back on the sofa, looked up, and stared at the gray stains on the ceiling.

Besides the messy "list" issue, the fox incident in North China, which Xu Xiang was in charge of, is still not over.

As the official force maintaining social stability, "Na Du Tong" needs to have access to all files on extraordinary individuals. Even if they are leaders of the Buddhist and Taoist sects or heads of the three major families, Zhao Fangxu can still send several people to the capital for talks in the name of the "Eight Elders Society".

But the person Xu Xiang was investigating in the middle was someone he truly couldn't summon, nor dared to summon.

"We'll probably have to keep in touch in the future, so it would be best to pay him a visit as soon as possible," Zhao Fangxu thought to himself.

When visiting a highly respected elder, one cannot go empty-handed.

Should I give a gift like Brain Gold or Sanzhu Oral Liquid, which are advertised all over TV, or a small gift box of ginseng and deer antler? Or a classic three-piece set of cigarettes, alcohol, and tea? Or a limited edition commemorative gift for the millennium, a new small home appliance, or local specialties?

Who knows what that old fox from the Republican era liked?

"Ah~" Zhao Fangxu rubbed his chubby face, which had become plump in his later years, and his gaze fell on the large monitor. He hesitated for a moment, and finally typed "what do foxes like" into the search box.

"Then we'll have farm-fresh eggs, rabbit and chicken, and a fruit basket too. Omnivores have a pretty wide range of preferences."

Zhao Fangxu stared at the webpage with its GIF animation and highly saturated colors. The various sections flashed by in his eyes. He had originally intended to search for information about foxes' preferences, but the extended links below quickly diverted his attention—the webpage integrated information about foxes' habits, characteristics, and even their views on marriage and love.

"Foxes are very monogamous and are seasonal monogamous animals."

Ok?

Zhao Fangxu fell into deep thought. How did these few words form a sentence?

Chapter 149 The Super Brain Tells Me It's Time to Use Superpowers

Zhao Fangxu closed the webpage and, based on the information he found, had his men prepare a large amount of souvenirs.

Before the May Day holiday travel peak, he took a bus to Tai'an, but was stopped at the entrance fee booth of the Yaoyue Tower scenic spot.

The security guard said, "I've never seen anyone bring gifts to a tourist attraction. Looking at your chubby appearance, you might not even be able to climb over the iron ladder on the stone wall, let alone carry a gift box."

"Isn't there a convenient way to get upstairs?" Zhao Fangxu asked.

“Yes,” the old man replied. “But as you know, the Inviting Moon Pavilion is very effective. Not everyone can find a shortcut. The difficulty of finding this opportunity is far greater than you climbing the stairs to the top yourself.”

Zhao Fangxu sighed, exchanged glances with his subordinates who had come with him, and glanced at the smooth stone wall.

Climb the ladder according to the rules to prove your sincerity.

Zhao Fangxu was over seventy years old, with a plump and auspicious appearance, his belly slightly protruding, looking like he had been living a life of luxury. Now, climbing the steep rock wall, he naturally had to exert himself.

His stubby fingers gripped the cold iron ladder, his large legs awkwardly pushing and swaying as he moved along the rock face. A crowd of onlookers quickly gathered below, a cacophony of cheers and shouts of encouragement creating a lively atmosphere.

"Grandpa, keep going!"

"At this age, doing weighted rock climbing is really pushing yourself too hard!"

Zhao Fangxu had attended countless all-staff meetings and had never been stage-frightened. But now, with so many eyes on him, his tired, flushed face turned red with embarrassment. In his awkwardness, he didn't care about being out of breath and hurriedly increased his climbing speed.

"call--"

Zhao Fangxu steadied himself at the edge of the stone wall, let out a long sigh, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Strangely enough, the climb was tiring, but I never felt like I was going to fall off the cliff. Standing on the edge of the rock face and looking out, all I could see was the magnificent view from Aolai Peak. The blessed land where Yaoyue Tower was located was safe and sound, and everything made me feel at ease.