Start as a Temple Spirit

"Mmm" With the input of pure spiritual energy, the sleeping three-tailed fox unconsciously let out a comfortable murmur.

As time goes by, the spiritual energy is continuously input.

The wound of the three-tailed fox that had stopped bleeding had scabs visibly falling off, and fluffy silver hair was growing out.

"Gugu..." The three-tailed fox slowly opened its eyes and made a sound.

Shang Liangshan heard the voice, retracted his hand and said with a smile: "Since your injuries are mostly healed, go wash up. You smell really bad."

"Chirp" the three-tailed fox called twice, then turned into a shadow and ran out of the house.

For a clean-loving fox, the smell on its body is indeed unacceptable.

So the three-tailed fox simply thanked him and ran out to find water to wash.

"Liangshan, what you did makes me, a low-level spiritual pharmacist, feel so embarrassed." Wangmu laughed at himself.

"I can't cure diseases and save lives. I'm also surprised that the three-tailed fox can recover so quickly." Shang Liangshan spread his hands.

"That's true. The fox fairy's injuries healed so quickly because of the combined effect of its own recovery ability and Liangshan's spiritual power." The old patriarch said, stroking his beard.

"After such a fierce battle, the three-tailed fox only needs to rest well and absorb the incense and wishes to be promoted to level five." Shang Liangshan looked at the old patriarch and said meaningfully.

"Hehe, the old man understands, Liangshan, you can rest assured." The old patriarch's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he laughed continuously, looking very cunning.

In response to the two people's ill intentions, Wangmu smiled and said nothing, but picked up the blood-stained quilt.

The old patriarch, monk Liangshan, walked out of the room, came to the stone table in the yard and sat down, waiting for the three-tailed fox to return.

"There are still twelve days left." The old patriarch said, looking into the dim night.

"With our strength, we should be able to survive the ghost calamity safely." Shang Liangshan said as he looked at the vegetables struggling to grow in the night.

To be honest, he was worried about the disaster that happened to Fox Village.

Moreover, the ghosts that were chasing the Fox Village might have followed us.

It might be hiding in the mountains and forests near the Forgotten Village.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. It will only add to the troubles." The old patriarch shook his head to drive away his boredom, and told Shang Liangshan about the village's plan to take in refugees after the ghost robbery.

Shang Liangshan naturally agreed to absorb the refugees.

He urgently needs the support of incense and vows to improve his strength. Taking ghost pills for a long time to practice is not a good idea after all.

Not long after, the three-tailed fox returned, all wet, and started communicating with Shang Liangshan.

The old patriarch on the side quickly reached a consensus with the three-tailed fox with the help of Shang Liangshan's translation.

The content of the consensus is as follows: Forgotten Township will accept the villagers of Fox Village and give them equal treatment. The three-tailed fox will become a disciple of Shang Liangshan, and the joining ceremony will be held tomorrow.

After the matter was agreed upon, the old clan leader, Monk Liangshan, got up and left, heading towards the resettlement area next to the village wall.

The three-tailed fox stayed and ran to ask Wangmu for food.

The three-tailed fox's intelligence is equivalent to that of a ten-year-old child, so after reaching a consensus with the old patriarch, it returned to its nature, shaking its three fox tails and jumping around to find Wangmu for food.

It hasn't had a good night's sleep or eaten anything decent these days.

Wangmu looked at the beautiful three-tailed fox, wagging its three cute tails and running towards him, and he fell in love with her immediately.

In the resettlement area, the old patriarch led Shang Liangshan, who exuded a peaceful atmosphere, to walk through the corridor of the shacks, which had been filled with faint cries and then grumbled after calming people down.

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence: "Greetings to the great temple master, old patriarch." A fox shadow, dressed in new clothes, walked out of the shack to greet him.

"Xiaoying, why aren't you asleep?" the old patriarch asked curiously.

But he knew that when Shang Liangshan used the temple spirit's talent to soothe people's hearts, few people would be able to resist.

And how did this little guy know Shang Liangshan's identity?

"I fell asleep after a peaceful bath. It was the fox fairy who woke me up and asked me to thank the temple spirit and the old patriarch on behalf of the tribe members." Fox Shadow said sleepily.

"Oh," the old patriarch smiled and said, "Xiaoying is really a good kid who is polite and knows the big picture."

Fox Shadow scratched his head in response to the old patriarch's extraordinary reward.

"Go back and have a rest. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Shang Liangshan said to Hu Ying in a friendly manner.

"Yes." Fox Shadow, who was already exhausted, saluted with his fists and returned to the shack to sleep.

It was said that he was crying in the shack because he was sad.

Suddenly, there was an indescribable sense of peace, like a mother's loving hand, soothing his sadness, and calming his fear and confusion about his future life.

After Fox Shadow went back to the shack to sleep, Shang Liangshan and the old patriarch continued on their way to calm people's hearts.

This soothing effect is actually a kind of comforting suggestion, encouraging the villagers of Huzhai to get out of their sadness and face life bravely.

Since many villagers from Fox Village were staying at their in-laws' homes, the old patriarch, Monk Liangshan, went on a tour to appease the people.

Perhaps it was because of the peaceful aura released by Shang Liangshan, or because of the residual power of the thunderous roar, that the Forgotten Township spent the night peacefully.

The next morning, under the chairmanship of the old patriarch and led by the fox fairy, a simple ceremony was held for the refugees of the Fox Village to join the Forgotten Township.

Led by the fox fairy, the refugees of Fox Village lined up to enter the Forgotten Temple and devoutly burned incense to the statue of the scholar.

After the refugees paid homage, they changed their surnames and registered, and made simple arrangements.

For example, children who should study should study, and those who should join the hunting team’s reserve should join, and so on.

Compared to yesterday's dullness and lifeless eyes, the mental state of the refugees in Fox Village today is undoubtedly much better, but the sadness on their faces is difficult to fade away for the time being.

"Old Patriarch, can we join the temple guards?" Fox Shadow, who changed his name to Yiying, went to the old patriarch with a few companions.

The old patriarch touched the head of the remaining figure and said, "After the registration is completed, unified arrangements will be made. As for whether you can join the temple guard, you must pass the assessment. You are all good children and can all participate in the assessment."

"Old Patriarch, I know how to forge iron. Can I join the forge?" said a sturdy and strong half-grown boy.

"Sure. If you want to join that department, you can take the department assessment, but you must be over fourteen years old. Those under fourteen must study hard." The old patriarch said this kindly, and then looked at the remaining shadow and said, "Xiaoying, why don't you go to the academy to study."

"I don't want to read it. I don't want to read it." The remaining figure shook his head, turned around and ran away. His companions followed closely behind him and ran very fast.

"Oh, why doesn't anyone like to read?" Seeing this, the old patriarch couldn't help but sigh.

"Chief, I am Wangyou, the pharmacist of the former Fox Village." A seventeen-year-old girl, accompanied by Yibao, came over to pay her respects to the old chief.

The old patriarch glanced at Yibao and said to Wangyou happily, "It turned out to be Xiaoyou that Xiaobao kept thinking about. If you have anything to do, just let Xiaobao do it. I am only responsible for drinking at the wedding."