Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

More than a thousand years have passed, and all things have slipped through our fingers like quicksand. Old acquaintances have turned to dust, and dynasties have risen and fallen like the ebb and flow of the tide. Now, I wake up to find that it is the Han Dynasty.

The Han dynasty has been restored, the rule of law is strict, and the north and south are unified. However, the current Han dynasty emphasizes centralized power and suppresses powerful families. In some areas, old nobles are frequently causing trouble, and wars occur from time to time in the north.

"Although they used the legend of Xiang Yu burning down Xianyang Palace to secretly hide hundreds of Dharma corpses in the palace for the purpose of studying the true blood of all things, in the end, they still did not understand the principle of the Dharma corpses' Nirvana."

"Could it be that the only way is to start with the Dharma body and the primordial spirit?"

Even though he could use Mount Tai to open up the boundary between Yin and Yang, create the Underworld, and build the Netherworld, Chen Ruoan always wanted to go a step further in time. After all, Zhuge Liang had already succeeded in his Northern Expeditions, so the fox had to create a new miracle.

Having no clue, Chen Ruoan headed south along an official road.

Even the golden age of the old dynasty had its shadows. The fox saw several mud houses crookedly huddled by the stream, their walls mostly peeling away, revealing the blackened mud bricks inside.

The village was not wealthy, and the midday sun baked everything lifeless. The only sign of life was a boy squatting by the stream.

He clutched a withered willow branch in his hand, shoving it into the water. The splashes of water shimmered with a bluish light, like broken beads, shining briefly on the murky stream before disappearing.

The boy drew the lottery very seriously, as if it were the only thing he knew how to do.

Chen Ruoan waited by the stream for a while and saw some villagers passing by. The villagers saw that the fox's clothes and appearance were definitely not those of an ordinary person, so they stopped and chatted for a few words.

"This place is Jiangjia Village. If not everyone here has the surname Jiang, then more than half of the people here have it."

"That boy, he wandered the mountains and fields in his early years, nameless and faceless, and could not even speak properly. Our village didn't have much surplus food, and originally no one wanted to meddle, but every household couldn't help but feel sorry for him, so each household fed him a little bit, and they actually managed to keep this unfortunate child alive."

"He's a bit slow-witted, like he hasn't developed his intelligence, but he's definitely survived countless tomorrows in Jiangjia Village. He's tough!" the villager laughed heartily.

After speaking with the villagers, Chen Ruoan found a shady spot under a tree, sat down, and looked at Jiang Mingzi, who was playing by the stream.

It's lunchtime.

Jiang Mingzi seemed to have received some kind of omen, and began to wander around the village. When he passed by the door of some houses, people would come out and look around.

"Little Mingzi, did you not get any food again today?"

Jiang Mingzi nodded.

“This…” The man looked troubled. “My family isn’t well-off either. This time I can only give you a little bit, just a little bit.”

Jiang Mingzi quickly received half a pancake.

He walked around several streets and passed by the fenced yard of another villager. Someone threw out the same words: "Nobody gave you anything today? You unlucky thing, I'll give you a bowl of porridge. Remember to put the bowl on the stone mill after you finish eating."

"I'll just give you one bowl, that's all."

With food and drink available, Jiang Mingzi leaned against the shady side of the wall and began to nibble on a flatbread.

Is this the infant form of the Immortal Lord of All Laws of the Eternal World?

"He doesn't seem very bright."

In the past, during the Three True Ones' Monthly Order, you showed me an arrogant and eccentric demeanor. I really want to know what happened between us.

Chen Ruoan opened the Jade Calendar, and the future development lines unfolded before his eyes. The dramatic changes in the dynasty did not seem to affect the fate of certain individuals. Jiang Mingzi's path ahead was still marked by the calamity of Jiang Family Village.

"Wow ah ah!"

A scream exploded in my ears.

Chen Ruoan looked up and saw Jiang Mingzi holding a half-eaten pancake high in her left hand, waving it wildly at something in the air in front of her, while the porridge in her right hand was about to spill.

High up, a shiny black insect was flying slowly, circling around Jiang Mingzi's head as if taking a stroll.

Chen Ruoan put away the jade calendar, got up and walked over, bent his index finger, and gently flicked it at the insect's back—

Boo!

The insect vanished without a trace in an instant.

"Is it really necessary? A grown man like you is afraid of bugs? You could crush one with one hand."

"Eek, wah wah wah!" Jiang Mingzi seemed to be trying her best to express something.

"Even if you say that, I still don't understand... Understand!?" Chen Ruoan was surprised. It seemed that as his strength improved, "understanding language" was becoming a conceptual ability.

"Wow, oh dear?"

"Waaaaaah!"

Wow~

Chen Ruoan seemed to be deep in thought. Simply put, Jiang Mingzi, who had lived in a cave in the mountains for a long time, had to deal with insects. When the rainy season came, a kind of black-shelled insect, about the size of a grain of rice, would breed in the cave and would only appear at night.

He was awakened from his sleep by the bites. At first, it was just an itch; scratching it caused a rash to appear. Later, the rash merged into larger patches, the skin broke open, and the oozing yellow fluid stuck to his clothes, impossible to tear off...

Of course, Xiaomingzi faces more than just one kind of insect enemy: the small black insect.

"You're unlucky. I take back what I said earlier." Chen Ruoan's fingertip touched the ground, causing the soil to bulge slightly, and several small, bluish-purple medicinal herbs quietly sprouted their stems and leaves from the soil.

The fox then plucked off the leaves and crushed them, broke the roots into several pieces, baked them into a firm powder, put them in a handkerchief, and quickly tied them into a bulging sachet.

"Take it, there won't be any more bugs."

"Oh, right."

"Eek, clack clack."

Jiang Mingzi's eyes lit up: "Waaaaa!"

"Ah."

This is a really difficult way to communicate.

After finishing, Chen Ruoan looked towards the mountains and fields. There were some familiar scents in the forest, as if a Nirvana Corpse had passed through the mountains.

The fox got up and went to search. The Nirvana Corpses seemed to sense it as well. In their haste to scatter, the fox's rippled aura swept over them, and the black shadows vanished silently like paper meeting fire.

"Ok?"

Chen Ruoan did not stop walking, but his gaze inadvertently swept into the depths of the bushes on his right.

A corpse, curled up among the grass and trees, was trying to hide itself even deeper.

Chen Ruoan glanced at it.

The moment the gaze fell upon it, the corpse's skin began to crack, curl, and char from the edges of its face toward the center, as if it had been licked by an invisible fire, burning silently.

Before it could make a sound, its entire body disintegrated into fine ashes from the outside in.

"Ordinary Nirvana Corpses don't even have the right to get close to me, and insignificant Dharma Corpses are gone with a single glance. This is a bit boring."

"When will the next war of cause and effect arrive? And how will the Chief of All Industries escape to the future for the Corpse Immortal this time?"

Chapter 288 Fox Dream

"Ah~" Summer afternoons easily breed drowsiness, and the fox is sleepy.

Chen Ruoan found two adjacent old camphor trees, raised his hand and gently guided them. Several green vines fell from the branches and leaves, intertwined and spun in his hands, and in a few moments they were woven into a soft hammock.

Hanging the bed between two trees, the fox rolled over and lay down. The vines swayed slightly, and the sparse light that filtered through danced like shimmering sequins on his clothes. All he could hear was the chirping of cicadas and the rustling of the wind through the leaves.

"Hehehe, such a vibrant creature is a rare sight in today's world."

"By the way, where did all those Nirvana Corpses who gathered before go?" Something silently climbed down from the top of the tree.

Although the creature was humanoid, it was entirely dark brown beneath its long robe, and its six slender legs gripped the branches tightly, hanging upside down as it slowly descended.

A tubular mouthpart, about half an arm's length long, extended from the front of its body. Its tip was glistening with moisture, slowly oozing pale purple venom that gathered into a single drop, dangling precariously from the end of the mouthpart. It aimed at the vine net below and suddenly thrust its mouthpart downwards.

The venom detached from the tip, drawing a thin, bright line in the sunlight. However, just as the venom was about to touch Chen Ruoan's clothes, the entire insect corpse suspended in the air suddenly shattered without warning. Its shell, sticky internal organs, and slender limbs all disintegrated into dozens of irregular fragments in the same instant, scattering in all directions.

The venom then dispersed, turning into finer droplets that dissolved into the scorching air.

Chen Ruoan turned over, turning her face to the shadow of the vines.

Sunset, followed by the appearance of the Milky Way.

The fox's dream spilled from the tip of its ear, sprouted into a tender green sapling in the moonlight, tremblingly took root in the soil, and grew into an old tree in the blink of an eye.

The tree canopy droops low, and the branches are covered with amber-colored fruits, each one taller than a person. The translucent skin is wrapped in shimmering iridescence, like a frozen dusk.

Fragments of the past and future swirl slowly within the nutshell, occasionally colliding and producing distant echoes. When the wind blows, the nut sways slightly, the images within scattering and then rearranging themselves…

In 23 AD, in Kunyang, a place between myth and reality, the armies of the Xin and Han dynasties clashed. "At night, a meteor fell into the camp, and during the day, clouds like collapsing mountains fell into the camp, but scattered before reaching the ground. The officers and soldiers were all disgusted and subdued."

Using the legend of Liu Xiu, who was "almost divinely ordained," the fox altered part of reality, transforming the strange phenomena in the sky into a dazzling meteorite, which it then refined into the Dream Fruit, making long-term preparations to replace the Dream of All Industries.

Now, three hundred years later, Chen Ruoan's dreams have begun to influence different causes and effects. He combines the Jade Calendar to deduce different timelines, and then pushes some of them into reality.

The fruit of dreams continued to grow, unnoticed by the people of Jiangjia Village, who had no connection to the "law"...

As the night deepened, Jiang Mingzi emerged from the cave and stood at the entrance for a while, squinting to adjust to the light. He noticed several thick vines hanging down in the ravine not far away, with a large amber-colored fruit suspended in the middle.

"Wow!"

Jiang Mingzi ran towards the distance, and when he got close to a few fruits, the scene showed Jiangjia Village from another timeline.

After a moment of disorientation, when he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a sea of ​​firelight.

The bright red fire burned from one end of the village to the other, the flames on the eaves licked the sky, and thick smoke billowed into the night sky, turning the moon orange-red.

Xiao Mingzi wasn't afraid; instead, his mouth dropped open. He had never seen so many fires before, burning brightly across the sky and illuminating the entire village, making it even more lively than during some festivals.

He grinned and ran into the village.

A person stood in the open space in the center of the village, dressed in gray, with long, disheveled hair hanging down to cover half of his face, and the hem of his robe was scorched by the fire.

Upon seeing Jiang Mingzi, the corpse tilted its head, its turbid eyes darting around: "Are you hungry? This is freshly grilled, please have some."

A charred object was handed over.

Xiao Mingzi reached out and took it, then bent down and started biting into it. The outer skin was crispy, and he made a "crunch" sound when he bit into it.

The corpse paced around him, asking with delight, "Is it delicious? Doesn't it smell wonderful? You little brat, can't you talk back?"

Xiao Mingzi's mouth was stuffed full. He seemed to notice something and looked up. On the tallest tree in the center of the village, the branches were full of people.

Charred bodies hung in mid-air, their flesh and skin churning from the embers below, dripping grease into the fire with a sizzling sound.

The faces were burned beyond recognition, but Xiaomingzi could still recognize their figures and clothing outlines. They were all uncles, aunts, and cousins ​​from Jiangjia Village, not one missing.

The corpse bent down and approached his face, its disheveled hair sliding aside to reveal a face illuminated by the firelight, its lips slowly parting into a grin.

"What's wrong? Do you know anyone here?"

It reached out and patted a charred corpse hanging down beside it. The body swayed and made a dry "crunching" sound.