Fairy, don't try to mess with my filial piety

He turned his head to look at Tushan Yourong who was standing beside him. This fox fairy had no intention of changing back into human form. She was still in her beautiful true form, lying beside the campfire.

Chu Wuji took a few steps closer and boldly lay on her soft body. The big white fox's body temperature and fur surrounded him. The feeling at that moment was better than any mattress.

"Is it okay for me to lie like this?"

"It's too insincere to ask after you've fallen asleep!"

Tushan Yourong said this angrily, but she didn't mind in her heart. Her big tails curled up and pressed gently on Chu Wuji's body to keep him warm and shield him from the wind.

Chu Wuji felt that the enjoyment he had at this moment was not even comparable to the fine clothes and delicious food in the palace.

He looked up at the starry sky, listened to the crackling of the campfire sparks, his mind fell into peace, and his thoughts couldn't help but recall many scenes.

"What are you thinking about, young master? You rarely get a chance to lie down and rest comfortably, but you're just staring blankly?"

"Dazing off can be considered meditation, right?... I'm thinking about the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons. As underworld messengers, do they really mean that there's a divine force called the Underworld?"

This kind of immortal power is very different from the nature of the immortal sect.

The underworld is in charge of reincarnation and is the place where the souls of the dead return. If such a force really exists, it is equivalent to saying that there is a certain organization that controls some functions of the operation of heaven and earth and is a regular official among the gods!

Although the Shenxiao Sect where Yun Qingying is located is also a place for immortals to practice in the eyes of ordinary people, it is more about practice and does not involve the management of the operation of the world.

Doesn't this mean that there are higher powers above the immortal sects?!

Chu Wuji's question was vague, but Tushan Yourong understood his meaning and explained:

"Yes, it does, but it's not the same as the underworld that Young Master imagined. It doesn't control the reincarnation of living beings in the world, and there's no real Meng Po soup to feed people. It's more like the liver and kidneys in the human body."

The liver and kidneys are the detoxification organs among the internal organs.

The underworld that exists in this world is similar to the liver and kidneys, and is only responsible for taking away the souls that are accidentally stranded in the human world. After the death of most living beings, their souls will disperse between heaven and earth on their own. They will not cross the Naihe Bridge or taste Mengpo Soup.

If there really is a Hades in the underworld that controls the reincarnation of all living beings, then there must also be corresponding forces like the Heavenly Soldiers. Otherwise, the Underworld will have no one to check and balance it, and it will become the overlord of the world, sending away anyone it wants to reincarnate in advance.

Chu Wuji seemed to understand, but his doubts remained:

"Aren't the functions of the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons similar to those of Taoist priests performing rituals to exorcise evil spirits, or monks who liberate the souls of wronged souls? Who founded the underworld?"

"The underworld has existed for much longer than we imagine. It was already like this when I was there. Perhaps in ancient times, the underworld was truly as powerful as described in those stories."

Today's Ox-Head and Horse-Face are more like randomly selected. Some people may be "promoted" to become ghost messengers after death, but this is actually a punishment.

They cannot rest in peace even after death. They turn into ox-headed and horse-faced monsters, running around everywhere to eliminate wronged souls and evil spirits, without a moment's rest.

As for the King of Hell, he is a person of high moral character who is randomly appointed after his death to manage the work of the Yin Cha. The "performance" of the Yin Cha is equivalent to the practice of the King of Hell. When he reaches a certain level, he can regain his freedom and become a being similar to a ghost fairy.

But after becoming ghost immortals, their subsequent lives are similar to those of the sect cultivators. They can only concentrate on practicing. If they cannot break through at a certain time, their lifespan will still run out and they will be scattered between heaven and earth.

However, after coming out of the underworld, the cultivation level of these "retired Hades" can rival that of the strong.

Chu Wuji listened, his heart filled with astonishment. There were so many tricks here? There were new things everywhere!

"So the current underworld is just a mysterious organization left behind that operates on its own?"

"Indeed, many elder-level cultivators from large sects may have accidentally visited the underworld, but there's no need to think of it as too mysterious."

It’s not that I think it’s too mysterious, but it’s mysterious in itself!

If you dig carefully, you might find some ancient secrets.

However, Tushan Yourong lived many years ago, and even she used the term "ancient times" to describe the underworld, so she certainly didn't know about the past that was buried in the years.

Coincidentally, the topic came up, and Chu Wuji asked:

"Are the existences of mountain gods and river gods just fabricated rumors, or have I simply never seen them?"

The name Baihu Shanjun has a bit of the connotation of a mountain god, but she is actually just the overlord of a certain mountain. She has cultivated herself into a spirit, which is different from the gods in the orthodox sense.

"It's not fabricated. Such beings do exist, but they are very difficult to appear. The conditions are very harsh. Before the split of the human empire, mountain gods and river gods were also able to appear."

If a country has a vast territory, domestic peace, cohesive people, and strong religious beliefs, then some of the country's heroes can be enshrined as gods to continue to protect the area. The process of protection is equivalent to the practice of mountain gods and water gods.

If you're a mountain god, then you have to be in charge of the entire mountain range, right? Your country only has part of the mountain range within its borders, and the rest is in another country. How do you manage it?

The same is true for rivers and streams. If your country only occupies a small section of this river, would you dare to claim yourself as the god of water?

This is of the same nature as occupying a village and proclaiming oneself emperor.

Therefore, a vast territory is a prerequisite, and the emergence of heroes, the cohesion of the people, and the respect and worship of heroes are subsequent conditions.

Indispensable.

Under the current circumstances, no country can give birth to mountain gods or water gods. Instead, there are more spirits that occupy the local area and become mountain kings by virtue of their strength.

But if the people accidentally encounter such beings, no matter how to distinguish them, they will uniformly call them "immortals."

......

As they chatted, Chu Wuji's thoughts suddenly returned to the present. He stopped pondering about the mysterious and magical world and smiled instead.

The big fox's tail gently brushed Chu Wuji's head, and Tushan Yourong asked curiously:

"What did you think of that made you laugh all of a sudden?"

"Nothing, I just suddenly felt like I was back in my childhood."

"Why? We haven't talked about the stories and legends of rejuvenation, have we?"

"......" Chu Wuji smiled. He was not talking about rejuvenation.

In his early years, he and his godmother Bai Sujin did travel more among the mountains, rivers and forests, but every once in a while, they would go to towns, settlements, and villages to stay for a few days and buy some things at the market.

At that time, Chu Wuji was very interested in stories about gods and monsters. He often ran to the big trees on the street to listen to some old people talking about their travel experiences when they were young.

Especially in midsummer, every household would come out after dinner to enjoy the cool air and chat. The old men would sit under the trees with a large palm-leaf fan, fanning themselves and drinking tea, while children would gather around them to listen to the old men tell stories.

Some are true observations, some are pure fabrications, and some are strange and mysterious stories passed down from generation to generation.

"...Just now I felt like I was back in time, listening to some weird things, but they were all wonderful things that were beyond my reach."

"That's not true. My young master is lying in my arms right now, and that's not even a wonderful moment~? In terms of evil, I'm the evil fox that brings disaster to the world. In terms of auspiciousness, I'm the Heavenly Fox Goddess. Throughout history, there have been only a handful of foxes who can compare to me."

When Chu Wuji said "wonderful", he was referring to the underworld and the like, and he was not slandering Tushan Yourong. Fortunately, he could hear that the other party was not really angry.

Chu Wuji smiled and admitted his mistake, "My Lady Sky Fox, I made a slip of the tongue! I am so lucky to be able to rest for a moment with your real body as my pillow!"

Tushan Yourong pretended to be strict and asked, "It's your first offense, so I can let it go, but there is one slip of the tongue~"

Chu Wuji was stunned. How could such a short sentence be wrong? Could it be nonsense?

"Where did I make a mistake? Please correct me, Madam Sky Fox!"

"'I feel like a kid again,' that's not the right line."

“…Is there?”

Chu Wuji was a little unconfident. He read the words backwards in his mind and didn't feel anything was wrong.

Is it a taboo to avoid homophony? Or is it an accidental reference to some unknown allusion?

The fox fairy smiled, a smile so charming and alluring that the bleak autumn night was filled with a touch of spring warmth. She announced:

"In front of this servant, what's the difference between a young master and a child? Do I need to emphasize 'feeling like a child again'?"

Chu Wuji was silent, and this was another sentence that he couldn't refute:

"Goddess Sky Fox is right!"

Tushan Yourong stopped chatting with him, glanced at the sky, and said:

"You should rest. The stars are fading. If you don't rest now, it will be dawn soon."

Chu Wuzhi no longer brought up the topic. He threw a few pieces of firewood into the campfire, then lay back in his original position, with the fox's tail covering him again.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

*

After dawn, Chu Wuji slept in for a while.

Although I didn't really fall asleep, I really didn't want to get up and walk around, because this fox fairy's "soft bed" was so comfortable, the fur was fluffy and warm, and my entire back was sunken in the warmth.

Before going to bed last night, the strange experiences mentioned by Tushan Yourong reappeared in Chu Wuji's mind, but did not stay for too long.

Chu Wuji quietly turned his head and looked at the big fox, muttering to himself:

"I've heard Fairy Tushan tell so many stories, but I've never heard her talk about her own experiences or her deeds before her death..."

It seems that all Chu Wuji knew about her was that "she came to respond to the little fox's petition, and would go to settle accounts with the mayor of Jieshi City a month and a half later."

um, yes.

No matter how many times he searched his memory, this was all he knew about Tushan Yourong.

"If she really succeeds in killing the Lord of Jieshi City, will she then settle the little fox's grudge and then disappear like this?"

When he thought of this, Chu Wuji couldn't help but frown. It felt like a huge rock was pressing down on his heart, so much so that he couldn't even feel the soft fox fur on his back clearly.

Tushan Yourong is so powerful that it is almost certain that he can kill a human city lord. Even if the city lord has some subordinates who know magic, it still won't change anything.

That night, the Rat Taoist who was chasing the little fox to the vicinity of Sanquanwei was pinched to death by Tushan Yourong without even being able to resist.

Chu Wuji wanted to say something or do something, but he didn't know what to do.

"It's rare to see you sleep in, young master. Earlier, when we were at the waterfall, you spent the night traveling. What are your plans for today?"

Chu Wuji met her fox eyes and paused for a while before replying:

"Go into the city and ask for directions, and on the way, get some information about the escorts from the Western Regions."

Chapter 85: Ghost Baby

Although the capital city has the most up-to-date news, it doesn't matter if we take a few steps inside to ask.

Chu Wuji climbed to the highest point of the valley and looked at the plaque on the city gate tower from afar.

The place where he spent the night was quite far from the city gate, so as to avoid the light of the campfire attracting the gatekeepers.

With normal eyesight, it is difficult to see the words on the plaque. Even a grain of rice is smaller than those words.

But after tempering his eyes, Chu Wuji's eyesight improved to a level that even surprised himself. After concentrating his pupils, the blurry words became clear.

"Wenshui County..."

Chu Wuji muttered to himself, recalling the situation of this city carefully. He remembered that before he and his godmother Bai Sujin went to the capital, they passed by here and stayed for an afternoon.

Tushan Yourong was curious about the name and asked with a smile:

"The custom here is to drink more warm water, not hot or cold water~?"

Chu Wuji found this statement interesting and explained:

"How can there be such a strange custom? The reason why it's called Wenshui County is because the moat draws water from the Wen River."

He paused, sensing that the Fox Fairy was about to press the issue, and added:

"Wenhe is not warm, and I don't know why it is called this name."

"Wow! My dear, you already knew how to answer quickly. You've figured out my thoughts~?"

Tushan Yourong changed back into human form, and the charming and beautiful snow-haired woman reappeared. She put away her fox tail, stretched her body lazily, stood on tiptoe, and moved her delicate toes flexibly.

Without those big, enchanting and fairy-like tails, Tushan Yourong's figure became clearer. Her skirt was outlined on her plump and beautiful body, with curves on both sides winding and undulating, a slender waist and plump hips, and infinite charm.

Although this was something Chu Wuji had always been able to observe, when he looked at Tushan Yourong before, his visual sense would also include the curve of her tail, making her figure seem less prominent.

Chu Wuji squatted down consciously, waited for her to take a seat, and asked:

"Fairy Tushan, how did your tail manage to pass through your clothes before? Did you leave a small hole?"

"It's not worth it. It just penetrated through. Do you want to take a closer look?" Tushan Yourong didn't mind showing his tail again.

"No, just get it."

After Chu Wuji finished speaking, two slender and warm legs came up from both sides of his shoulders, and then, the back of his neck was pressed tightly against a soft and mysterious touch.

After picking up the passengers, he got up and set off into Wenshui County.

Although he didn't know whether Tushan Yourong wanted to know the general situation of Wenshui County, there was no topic to talk about anyway, so Chu Wuji just told her whatever he knew.

Wenshui County has a bit of the flavor of "Zhongjiang Wenzhou Leather Shoe Factory" and its clothing culture is extremely developed. This fame is not only limited to Lihuo, but has even spread to many countries.

The three main streets have developed into three different style positionings.