Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

“What I mean is that you should all be quieter in the future. Didn’t you see the warning our elders gave us?” Ma Chao pointed to the word “Silence” written in black blood on the mountainside.

Being able to instantly kill a powerful magic corpse was not what surprised him the most. What puzzled him was why he couldn't see the trajectory of the spellcasting throughout the entire process. Could there really be beings that could bypass the rules of the world to kill their enemies?

It's absolutely terrifying.

Ma Chao was still shaken, but fortunately, the immortal lord residing in the memorial tablet was on the side of humanity, which was incredibly lucky.

"Disperse, disperse. Erguo and Haoguang, prepare for the wall repairs. Qingqing, go prepare the meal. Remember to give extra offerings to the ancestral tablet in the east room this time... Remember, remember, quiet, quiet!"

"Oh!" the three apprentices responded in unison, each going about their own business.

As evening approached, the courtyard wall was almost completely repaired. After finishing his meal, Gao Haoguang took advantage of the break between his master's evening prayers to run to the ancestral tablet in the east room, kneel on the prayer mat, put his hands together, and prayed devoutly.

"Immortal Lord, I, Haoguang, am sorry to bother you, but I would like to ask you to teach me some methods of potato cultivation."

Although this prayer was a bit abrupt, Haoguang felt that the gods who housed the memorial tablets would surely be able to do it. With wars happening frequently, if there were enough potatoes, the hunger problem in some areas could be solved.

At that time, Chen Ruoan was not fully awake, but another perspective noticed this reality through the dream fruit.

"That kid."

"I still can't forget my dream of farming."

"Speaking of which, farming is a good habit that has been passed down in China for thousands of years, so there's no reason not to help."

Gao Haoguang offered his sincere prayers, and wisps of incense smoke rose from the mourning hall, swirling around the memorial tablet in the center.

The deity responded; the memorial tablet trembled slightly, and an old book slid off from behind it, landing steadily on the offering table. The cover, with its clear and legible lettering, revealed it to be a potato planting manual.

In addition to planting guidelines, there are even ready-made new potato varieties.

"It really worked!"

"Thank you, Immortal Lord!"

Gao Haoguang picked up the manual, grabbed a potato, and skipped out the door.

The manual prepared by the fox contained most of the basic knowledge and also involved three subsequent breed improvements.

The first improvement involved disease-resistant varieties and cutting planting techniques, which can broaden the planting range and double the total yield;

The second improvement was carried out independently in China through hybridization breeding, which is adapted to various ecological production areas and takes into account both the quality for consumption and processing.

The third improvement popularized the virus-free seed potato cascade propagation technology, which can further increase yield per acre...

These are all post-natal technologies that are not permitted by the law of causality.

"A twelve-year-old boy may not be able to achieve much in the short term, but hard work pays off. If he focuses on tackling difficult problems in his daily life, he may bring about an era of high productivity sooner."

Chen Ruoan harbored a hope in her heart.

After all, potatoes are considered a "resurrection" in the food industry, as their cultivation can solve the food and clothing problems in some areas.

Gao Haoguang went out with the manual in his hand, and a new field was cultivated on the west side of the small Dharma Palace. Under Ma Chao's guidance, the fox enjoyed a period of peace, allowing it to recuperate and heal the old wounds caused by its previous usurpation of cause and effect.

But then one day—it was quiet, too quiet.

Although the Fa family mansion was not usually lively, there were always a few words exchanged or a cough heard. But today, there was nothing at all. The entire courtyard seemed to have been silenced, heavy and oppressive.

"Could it be that everyone has gone out?" The fox rarely remembered seeing such a scene.

Even if she had a very important task, Miao Qingqing would usually stay behind to manage the palace so that it wouldn't be completely deserted.

strangeness.

With questions in mind, the fox used the incense in front of the memorial tablet to solidify its true form. The incense smoke slowly gathered into a small, jet-black fox, which then stepped out of the courtyard.

The door to the main hall was half-open. He squeezed in and looked up to see the four of them, master and disciples, lying neatly in front of the table in the main hall. Their faces were pale, their lips were dark purple, and they were all slumped in strange positions.

Ma Chao leaned back in his chair, a trail of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth; Qingqing slumped over the edge of the table, one hand still holding a bowl; Erguo simply spread out on the floor, his belly rising and falling slightly, still panting.

The table was a mess of cups and plates, with colorful dishes piled up everywhere—red, purple, golden, fluorescent green, all sorts of colors, so vibrant they didn't look like food at all, but rather like someone had poured a box of paint into a pot.

Food poisoning?

The more vibrant something is, the more dangerous it is. This is such a simple truth that anyone with a brain should know it. Are there no normal people in the entire Three Truths Dharma Gate?

These dishes looked even more vibrant than the "Red Umbrella" dish, and these people actually dared to eat them, finishing almost everything.

The fox shook its head, flicked its tail, raised its front paw and gently hooked it towards the four people. A pale golden light emanated from the fox's paw, transforming into four thin threads that entered the bodies of the four people respectively.

The moment the spiritual light entered their bodies, the bluish-purple tinges on the four people's faces faded at a visible speed, but none of them woke up.

While the others were recovering, Chen Ruoan jumped aside and found that it was a piece of green potato. Next to it were bright red potatoes, and the purple and black ones... needless to say.

Ma Chao, who possessed supernatural powers, was the first to regain consciousness and looked around with difficulty: "Disciples, are you alright? Hao Guang, you little brat, why did you harm our sect?"

The sect that wasn't wiped out by the Nirvana Corpse was almost destroyed by a pot of potatoes.

Gao Haoguang replied, "The planting manual, as well as the new varieties... I got them all from the Immortal Lord."

"Ah? Why would the Immortal Lord harm us?"

The fox slapped its forehead in exasperation.

Judging from the thought processes of the current successors of the Three Truths Dharma, the Three Truths are probably beyond saving.

The fox remembered the vegetable garden next to the government building, so it climbed over the windowsill, went around the courtyard wall, and headed west.

As soon as it got closer, the fox froze.

Just a few days ago, the potato rows were perfectly fine, but now they've sprouted clumps of shoots all at once, some a bright purple, some a deep red, and some a mix of orange and fluorescent green, densely covering the entire garden.

This land is filled with eerie and dense neon colors!

"This doesn't make sense. The knowledge in the manual and the new potato varieties are all successful experiments from later generations. Why have they turned into such a terrible sight?"

"I told you to plant potatoes, and you grew something that resembles stars?"

Chapter 298 Slapping Down Teammates

Chen Ruoan pulled out a potato seedling and looked at it. Most of the strange colors came from Gao Haoguang's special field, which even reached the level of a certain causal supernatural power.

"It's somewhat admirable that someone can grow something like this."

The cultivated potatoes couldn't be left to rot in the ground, so Chen Ruoan helped clean up the accumulated toxins, turning the "colorful" landscape back to its original state.

Inside the hall, at the dining table, the four disciples were still reviewing the entire process of the poisoning.

In response to Ma Chao and Gao Haoguang's questions, Miao Qingqing suddenly replied, "If the Immortal Lord wanted to harm us, there would have been no need to rescue us from the Dharma Corpse in the first place. There must be more to this poisoning than meets the eye."

Gao Haoguang pondered for a long time, resting his chin on his hand, and said, "Is it possible that the Immortal Lord did not lie to us, and that my planting method is also correct? The key to this matter is that the Immortal Lord's taste is different from that of mortals."

"Hmm?" Ma Chao thought about it carefully and felt that it made sense. After all, it was a legendary being who had become an immortal or a god, so his tastes would naturally be different from those of ordinary people.

"I don't care if it's a selection from immortals or gods, I just don't dare to eat it." Erguo was still shaken; this was the closest he had ever come to the brink of death, apart from the incident with the corpse.

“Since it’s to the Immortal Lord’s taste, let’s use the remaining potatoes as offerings for the sacrifices in the east room,” Ma Chao suggested.

“That’s a good idea. It won’t waste food, it will meet the needs of the offerings, and the potatoes planted under the guidance of our senior will surely please him.” Gao Haoguang nodded thoughtfully.

The fox overheard the entire conversation inside the hall.

"Is there also the element of repaying kindness with enmity and killing gods?"

"This gray-haired fox would rather believe that the gods have different tastes than ordinary people than think that there is something wrong with its planting methods." The fox, who was staying in the ancestral tablet in the east room, felt extremely exhausted.

However, we should still support the dream of growing grain.

As night fell, Gao Haoguang woke up in the middle of the night.

He couldn't tell if it was a nightmare or the bright moonlight outside that caused a white band of light to leak in through the window cracks, passing right across his eyelids.

He turned over, wanting to go back to sleep, but suddenly the image of the vegetable garden from the daytime popped into his mind. After lying there for a while, he got up, put on a coat, and pushed open the door to go outside.

The night breeze was cool and refreshing, carrying the dampness of the earth and a faint, sweet, fishy smell. The moonlight bathed the entire garden in a shimmering white, and the red and purple buds seemed to have lost their color in the night, drooping heavily as if asleep.

Gao Haoguang saw a figure.

The man was squatting by the vegetable patch, wearing a dark long gown, turning over the soil and fiddling with something.

Hao Guang immediately became alert: "Who?"

Hearing the sound, Chen Ruoan turned around, withdrew her hand, stood up, and patted the mud off her fingertips.

"I am the God of Potatoes."

"Are you kidding me? Don't try to fool me like I'm a three-year-old. If you don't tell the truth, I'm going to get rough." Gao Haoguang got into a fighting stance. He figured that even three or four more of these little vegetable thieves wouldn't be a match for him.

Chen Ruoan casually pointed, and a potato was turned up from the soil and flew into Gao Haoguang's palm.

The potatoes were plump and full, with moist brown mud clinging to their skin. The exposed skin was a thin layer of pale yellow with fine texture, carrying the cool and astringent feel of fresh soil.

"Didn't the potatoes sprout during the day? Are you perhaps the legendary God of Potatoes?"

“That’s right,” Chen Ruoan replied.

It seems that Haoguang's IQ is slightly higher than that of a three-year-old.

"God of Potatoes, please enlighten me, why have all the potatoes I grow mutated? Is it a problem with the cultivation technique, or is there something fishy about the new variety itself?"

"It's very simple. The 'environment' around you is not suitable for plant growth. The flow of life around you is chaotic, to the point that grains and vegetables are developing in strange directions."

Gao Haoguang hadn't thought about this question. "Law" represents a certain rule of the world. If there were strange things happening at the execution ground, wouldn't that mean he was getting further and further away from his dream?

So far away that it suddenly becomes unreachable.

"Is there any hope for me?" Gao Haoguang asked.

"Once I enlighten your eyes and clarify the direction of life for you, you will know what to do next." Chen Ruoan pointed with both hands and pressed them on Gao Haoguang's forehead, and the direction of life around him became clear.

"Ok?"

Gao Haoguang noticed several vortexes around him; these strange fields were what had harmed the vegetables.

"You bastards, so it was you who were causing all this trouble!"

He tried to correct it with his hands, but to no avail.

"Don't use brute force. Aren't you a seeker of the Dharma? Try to use the Dharma to communicate and correct the crooked path. When all life flows back to normal, there will be nothing in this world that you cannot grow. You will then be the new God of Potatoes."

"That's incredible!" Gao Haoguang clenched his fists, full of anticipation.

"So, what's the price?"

Once the initial excitement subsided, Gao Haoguang regained his vigilance; after all, it was rather strange for a god to appear in the fields in the dead of night.