Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

Zhang Zhiwei turned his gaze to the audience, where the drama had reached a climax, and he joined the tea drinkers and theatergoers in applauding and cheering.

Enjoying tea and listening to music is quite leisurely and carefree, but unfortunately one cannot linger too long, otherwise, if the master finds out, it won't be enough to appease him with just a few slaps; no amount of "tiger crouching" will be of any use.

"Fox, where are you going next?"

Chen Ruoan replied, "I need to collect the karma for the five ghosts in my belly, so I must continue south to Fujian."

"Well, that makes it closer now. When you have time to detour through Sanyi Gate, remember to give my regards to Lu Jin."

"You two are still in contact?"

"It's just a friendly spar, it's normal for both sides to win and lose, how can we really turn against each other? Lu Jin isn't someone who can't accept defeat. Junior Brother Fang is the same. I just returned to the mountain and got a letter from him from a long time ago. He's gone to the Longevity Eight Immortals Palace now, it's a good place for him to practice."

Chapter 46: The Number Monster, Even Dogs and Foxes Won't Play With It.

Wanshou Baxian Palace, originally named "Baxian Nunnery", is located in Changlefang, Dongguan, Xi'an, and is a ten-direction monastery of the Quanzhen School.

According to folklore, during the Tang Dynasty, Lü Dongbin met Han Zhongli at the Eight Immortals Temple. The "Yellow Millet Pillow" dispelled the illusions of the past and led Lü Dongbin to enlightenment and immortality.

Xi'an was not a peaceful city in 1926, but the military officers stationed there took a protective attitude towards the temple, so the buildings and cultural relics of the Eight Immortals Palace were basically intact, and the religious activities of the Taoist priests in the temple were also guaranteed during the war.

Fangdongtian is located in Baxian Palace, which is indeed safer than Bixia Temple.

Chen Ruoan said, "The Taoist priests who remain at Mount Tai are almost all from the same circle, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to ascend to my immortal abode. I'm afraid it will be very difficult to receive letters from Master Fang in the future."

Zhang Zhiwei sipped his tea and replied, "Then I'll send another letter, asking him to find a place to secretly set up a shrine for you, so that communication will be easier in the future."

Not only will it be convenient for divine intervention, but it might also allow them to share in some of the incense offerings from the Eight Immortals Palace.

"Then I'll have to trouble you," the fox said casually.

The fighting there was fierce, the soldiers and civilians in the city were running out of food and water and suffered heavy casualties, and the people outside the city were in constant fear. Would anyone really go to the Taoist temple to burn incense?

As the fox pondered, its gaze fell upon the stage, where Du Liniang gracefully swayed her water sleeves, her melodious singing concealing a touch of stubbornness.

Zhang Zhiwei was also watching the performance.

He couldn't understand the deep longing for love between the young woman, but from Du Liniang's raised eyes and flowing sleeves, he saw a strong determination to break free from feudal ethics. He felt from the bottom of his heart that this woman's determination and courage were truly rare, and his fingertips gently tapped the edge of the table in time with the drumbeats.

The Five Ghosts, having benefited from Zhang Zhiwei's influence, also had their share of drama, but dared not get too close to him.

They always felt that this Taoist priest exuded a scorching aura, like the sun, and that ordinary yin beings would be burned if they got too close.

After a while, the music ended and the audience dispersed. The drums and gongs on the stage stopped, and the tea drinkers in the building gradually left.

Zhang Zhiwei put down his teacup, glanced at the fox beside him, and still felt somewhat uneasy.

If his master found out that he had been beaten and hadn't reflected on his actions at all, but instead had gone to a teahouse in Suzhou, thousands of miles away, to leisurely listen to music with a fox, the old man would probably be furious.

"My trip to Suzhou was brief, and the fatigue from using the magic weapons has been completely relieved by the music and tea. It's time for me to return."

"Not long?"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

···

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the eastern suburbs were bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the orange-red hues blending into the drifting clouds, and the sky was tinged with a warm, vibrant hue.

Zhang Zhiwei, still habitually tucking his hands into his sleeves, said to the fox:

"You always seem to be getting into trouble. If you ever encounter something you can't handle and can't stay in Mount Tai anymore, remember to come to Mount Longhu."

Chen Ruoan replied, "If it's you in the future..."

Ok?

Zhang Zhiwei later became a Celestial Master, a "top master" and one of the "Ten Elders" in the circle, and also held the title of president of the Chinese Taoist Association outside the circle. It seems he really doesn't need a fox spirit...

"Whenever you want to climb a mountain, come to Mount Tai."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, replaced the armor he had used on his legs, and disappeared into the forest entrance, vanishing into the glow of the sunset.

The five ghosts who had come to see him off put down their hands and sighed, "We've only spent less than a day together, but I always feel inexplicably at ease with this Taoist priest by my side."

Upon hearing this, the fox retorted, "Does following me make you feel insecure?"

"I wouldn't dare. Master's magic is divine. In terms of the convenience it brings in specific situations, this Taoist priest is definitely no match for you," Ghost Boss replied guiltily.

Ah!

This is where the Qing Dynasty loyalists were ignorant.

According to Chen Ruoan, before the fight, he arranged the terrain, summoning wind and rain to obscure the enemy's vision. He then used his agile movements to confuse them. Once they were close, he revealed his true form, openly confronting them while secretly planting poison...

His actions were so smooth and effortless that he still managed to kill Liang Ting, the notorious villain of "Quanxing".

Although Zhang Zhiwei crippled Li Muxuan with one palm, what was so entertaining about that?

Even a mediocre writer knows to put in the effort for action scenes. If a single slap kills someone, what's the point of the author padding the word count, and what are the readers supposed to read?

What's so fun about a numerical monster? It's just a numerical monster...

Linghu is truly envious.

The fox thought to himself that his "sexual skills" were barely up to standard, and the next step was to take care of his physical appearance.

I wonder if I will be able to forge a precious and virtuous connection on my journey ahead, so that my path of cultivation will be smoother.

The fox trod through the clouds and mist, and flew south as dusk deepened.

···

The second of the Five Ghosts is named Zhong Yi, a chef with a high pursuit of culinary skills. His family lives in a small fishing village on the eastern side of Fujian.

When Chen Ruoan found it, the fishing village was nestled at the edge of the mudflats, with half-person-high withered grass growing among some broken walls and tiles, and fishing boats were tilted in the mud, with large cracks in the planks.

In the dilapidated village, a few elderly people barely survive. When asked about the past, they mostly don't remember anything. Only when talking about the restaurants in the nearby town can they recall a once glamorous and famous chef.

"There was a strange man who was very successful back then. He had money to wear silk shirts and foreign watches, but he didn't like living in the city. Later, he said he went to another place to study cooking skills, but he left his wife and children behind and never came back."

"I heard that the big restaurant over there offered him a higher price, and he found a new wife."

The old man had a heavy accent that the fox couldn't understand. Every word was translated by Gui Lao Er, who relayed the rumors about him from others. Chen Ruoan had no idea how he felt at that moment.

"You're asking about his wife and children?"

"This is very strange. I remember it was a rumor in the village for a long time. The little child was taken away by two guys in white clothes and white coats, and the mother didn't seem to care. She was always smiling."

“At first we thought they were selling the child, but the child would come back to visit his family every few months. Then the village suffered a disaster, and he took his mother away. After that, the rumors in the village changed, saying that the child had followed some master and gone to learn some skills.”

Even people from the same village are happy to witness the suffering of others. The Zhong family's incident repeatedly slapped the village's "intelligence group" in the face, to the point that some people still remember it to this day.

After some thought, Chen Ruoan concluded that there was probably no other sect in Fujian that favored white robes and jackets as their signature attire.

"Zhong Lao Er, your son may have gone to seek mystical knowledge."

“That is…” Jiang Gui was still standing there, and Zhong Yi dared not show her joy too obviously, lest she increase her fourth brother’s sadness.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Gui patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Second Brother, don't worry about me. We're sworn brothers, and your son is my nephew. I'm overjoyed for you!"

"I'm also in the industry. If we're talking about a school of thought that likes white clothes and white coats, there really is one in Fujian, and it's quite famous."

The number one mystical sect in the world!

Chapter 47 The Great Ying Immortal

"I was just going to visit an old friend at Sanyi Gate anyway, so we went together."

Chen Ruoan didn't know the location of the Trinity Gate, but fortunately, the fox's tail was tied to the red and black intertwined thread of fate with Lu Jin, so he followed the direction of the thread and searched all the way there.

Sanyi Gate is located deep within a precipitous peak in southwestern Fujian, surrounded by towering mountains covered with evergreen pines and cypresses.

Summer sunlight filters through the leaves, and a stream meanders around the bluestone. In this remote place, such a beautiful and serene scene is hidden.

Once the fox entered the mountains, it felt even more at home than when it returned to its hometown. It immediately started running around wildly, leaping over streams and stepping on green stones, its shadow constantly darting through the forest.

Just as Chen Ruoan was about to climb the cliff to find the entrance to Sanyi Mountain, he suddenly saw a white shadow in the stream below.

Zuo Ruotong stood barefoot in the water, her hands hanging naturally in front of her knees, gazing quietly at the surface of the water.

The Great Immortal was either sixty or seventy years old, yet his appearance was as youthful as ever, showing no signs of aging. His plain white robe clung lightly to his shoulders, damp with a few specks of moisture, blending seamlessly with the surrounding green mountains and clear waters, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly aura.

Beside the stream rock where Zuo Ruotong sat, there was a bundle wrapped in plain cloth, suggesting that he had returned from out of town and had not yet returned to the Sanyi Gate.

The fox disliked water, so it stepped on wisps of cloud and lowered its altitude slightly.

Zuo Ruotong snapped out of her daze, turned her head and saw the black fox by the stream, and asked, "How old is the fox that has gained intelligence?"

"A little over two and a half years old."

"Are you here to see Xiao Jin?"

"Does Master Zuo know me?"

Zuo Ruotong slowly stood up. "Black foxes are rare to begin with, let alone black foxes that have obtained Qi. In the territory of the Sanyi Sect, not a single one has appeared for hundreds of years. We can only think about it from afar."

“A few months ago, you and Xiao Jin discussed the Dao at Mount Tai and mentioned the matter of ‘reverse life’. You had a lot of insightful views, which made me think about them carefully. I’ve been quite confused about them these past few months.”

Chen Ruoan replied, "To achieve a certain state by consuming 'Qi' is putting the cart before the horse."

“Hmm…” Zuo Ruotong nodded gently. “I went to the martial arts training area in Henan a few days ago and had a conversation with the head of Qingzhuyuan. I heard that Quanxing has produced a demon who can use innate methods to dismantle techniques using Qi. What do you think if he runs into the Reverse Life Triple Realm?”

"If that demon's methods are truly as mysterious as the legends say, then the 'reverse life' technique naturally cannot withstand it."

Zuo Ruotong smiled upon hearing this: "In the martial arts world, it is said that the Sanyi Sect is the number one Xuan Sect in the world, but that is nothing but praise from the world. I never thought that so far, apart from the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, only a fox has been willing to tell me the truth."

"You should treat me as a distinguished guest of Sany. This way, please."

Zuo Ruotong raised her hand to indicate the dangerous path leading up the mountain, and Chen Ruoan stepped on the clouds and leaped straight up.

Before they even reached the mountain gate, the gatekeepers responsible for guarding the front courtyard spread the news that the sect leader had returned from visiting a friend, bringing with him a black fox with glossy fur.

"fox!?"

Lu Jin, mingling among his fellow disciples, secretly lamented that something terrible was about to happen and hurriedly returned to his room, tearing several bolts of cloth to shreds.

When Chen Ruoan and Zuo Ruotong arrived in the courtyard, every single one of their disciples who came to greet them stuffed their nostrils with strips of cloth.

"What are you doing?" Zuo Ruotong asked, puzzled.

“It was Junior Brother Lu who wanted to do this,” one of the disciples replied.

Among all the fellow disciples, Lu Jin was particularly upright and never made careless jokes. As soon as he spoke, the others did exactly as he said.