Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Wen Jiao thought she was a beauty, and a great beauty at that. When a great beauty came to visit, even if she was a little rude by barging in without notice, the host would always be involuntarily a little more friendly. But what was Yuan Tiangang's reaction?

"Yuan Ling didn't close the door, but blamed me for not knocking. It's really strange." Wen Jiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said angrily, "Besides, I came here as an uninvited guest. Has Yuan Ling ever seen an uninvited guest who knocked on the door politely, said hello, and came in with the owner's permission?"

This was too frank, as if the place she barged into without even saying hello was not his Xuanji Pavilion, but her own home.

Yuan Tiangang was stunned for a moment, then blurted out: "Madam, are you looking for trouble?"

"How can I say that?" Wen Jiao cried out in injustice. "How could a kind person like me find fault with others? But you, Yuan Ling, did not stop scolding me the other day. Just based on this one incident, can't I find fault with Yuan Ling?"

Without waiting for Yuan Tiangang to refute, she continued, "But not only do I not intend to pick a fight with you, I also personally came to bring you breakfast. Shouldn't Yuan Ling remember this as a favor?"

But shouldn't Fengji bring my breakfast to me? Oh, where's Fengji? Yuan Tiangang opened his mouth and saw Fengji beside Wen Jiao. Fengji spread his hands, full of helplessness, and sent a message to him: "She bought out all the food you like to eat. Even if I steal it for you today, what if she tells the store to stop making it tomorrow? Can you still eat other people's food with your mouth?"

Yuan Tiangang's face suddenly turned pale.

Upon seeing this, Wen Jiao smiled and laid out the food one by one. The rich aroma of pheasant chicken wontons, the milky aroma of jade dew balls, the meaty aroma of soft beef intestines... the aromas all went into his nostrils. Yuan Tiangang was already so weak that his chest was sticking to his back, and after smelling the aroma, he became so hungry that his back was about to collapse.

"Yuan Ling, you should eat first." Wen Jiao looked at his miserable state of shivering from hunger. "Although I don't understand the art of yin and yang, I also know the principle of cause and effect. Logically speaking, Yuan Ling is young and strong, he shouldn't be born with such a weak body. Li Chunfeng said that you calculated the location of the lucky tomb for His Majesty a few days ago, which hurt your vitality. Looking at Yuan Ling's miserable appearance now, if the Feng Shui of His Majesty's lucky tomb is a little worse, it would be unfair to your haggard appearance."

He just needed to eat to replenish his body, and he was not seriously injured. Hearing her description, it seemed that if he ate another minute, he would starve to death. With his stomach rumbling, Yuan Tiangang did not have the strength to refute, and he had nowhere to vent his grief and anger, so he sat down angrily and looked at the bowls and chopsticks in front of him.

"Feng Ji..." He was so hungry that he was barely breathing, but his eyes still stubbornly indicated something.

Under Wen Jiao's puzzled gaze, Feng Ji used magic to clean the dishes.

"I'll just starve you to death." Feng Ji said viciously.

The answer to his question was the sound of Yuan Tiangang wolfing down his food.

Wen Jiao glanced at Feng Ji and said with a fake smile: "Master, do you think my hands are dirty?"

Feng Ji had a blank expression on his face: "He dislikes everyone's dirty hands equally, including his own." He was heartbroken, "This Fox King often doesn't understand, how did he live to this age in such a turbid world?"

"So you are a fox demon?" Wen Jiao knew that this little follower of Yuan Tiangang should have some magical powers, but she didn't expect that he was a fox demon, and from his tone it seemed that he was quite skilled in Taoism.

Feng Ji raised his head proudly: "I, the Fox King, was originally a red fox with golden eyes from Mount Qingcheng. I absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon and cultivated for a thousand years. I am only one step away from shedding my beastly form and cultivating into a human body."

So the red fox felt something and wanted to find a man of Tao to ask for a seal. It should be known that the seal involves great karma. If it is done well, one can become a saint from a mortal. If it is not done well, even a thousand years of practice can be ruined. If it is the former, the karma of becoming a saint from a mortal must be borne by the one who bestows the seal. Therefore, even if ordinary people see that the spirit is asking for a seal, they dare not give a good seal, fearing that they will accidentally ruin their own practice. Therefore, the person who asks for the seal must be very careful.

Qingcheng Mountain is one of the blessed places of Taoism, and there are many people who practice Taoism and Qigong. The red fox walked around, picked and chose, and soon set his sights on a person. He saw a man sitting on a white carpet among the greenery and beside the gurgling water, fiddling with an exquisite tortoise shell. He was at ease and his aura seemed to be dissolved in this free and unrestrained mountain and water. At first glance, he was a Taoist master.

The red fox's golden eyes lit up, and it ran over happily, picking up a stone with its claws, imitating his fortune-telling, fiddling with it a few times, and then looking at him expectantly. It fiddled with it a few more times, and then looked at him expectantly again.

The man was completely absorbed in his own divination and turned a blind eye to it.

The red fox waited for a long time, but he still didn't respond to her. Finally, she couldn't help but speak in human language: "Sir, what do you think I look like?"

The man was concentrating on the hexagram in his hand, not even raising his eyelids: "Ask for a seal? Go ask someone else."

The red fox was more and more certain that he was a rare master. It crawled on the ground and approached him, swinging its fluffy tail. Its body was soft and cute. If it were a woman, seeing this scene, she would definitely exclaim: "How cute!" She would not be able to restrain her hands and would decisively step forward to stroke his fur. However, the man was really hard-hearted. Not only did he not appreciate it, he also frowned, flicked his sleeves, and threw him to the ground: "Go, don't dirty my seat."

The masters always have some personality. The red fox had something to ask of others, so he didn't dare to act rashly. He had to crawl on the ground with his hairy head raised, begging earnestly: "Sir, please say one sentence, just one sentence. This fox king will never forget your kindness and will go through fire and water for you."

The gentleman was getting impatient and said: "If you are willing to serve me for a hundred years, I will seal your mouth. If you are not willing, get out of the way."

Working like a slave for humans for a hundred years? For a fox demon who was used to being wild, it was indeed an unbearable torment. But compared with the temptation of transforming into a human, a mere hundred years was not unbearable. The red fox hesitated for a moment, prostrated himself on the ground, and repeated, "Sir, what do you think I look like?"

"I think you look like a fairy who can turn evil into good and live a long and healthy life." The other party said casually.

In this way, the Fox King was reborn, not only successfully cultivating a human body, but even going one step further and becoming a fox fairy. He took the first two characters of Koufeng as his name and called himself "Feng Ji".

Of course, he also successfully obtained a thick list of dietary taboos from this gentleman, and began his miserable life of working like a slave for this mysophobic and greedy fortune teller.

There is no doubt that this man was Yuan Tiangang, who was a fortune teller in Yizhou at that time.