Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

In the final scene, the beast-shaped fox spirit on the table blurred and eventually disappeared, merging with Asheng.

At this point, the nine-tailed fox appeared.

The enormous white fox revealed its true form, radiating celestial energy, and stood in distant confrontation with the sand-swallowing, earth-shaking beast that swept in with yellow sand.

Behind the fairy fox were the villagers being protected by Ah Sheng.

The outcome of the battle was not stated, but the fox spirit's strength was undeniable, so stopping here was just right.

Wang Dahe seemed to see a pure, agile fox, full of protective intent, perched in front of the villagers.

The story ends here. He felt a pang of loss, turned to the next page, and saw a postscript left by Youdao—

"Yesterday's good deeds can avert today's disasters; this is the umbrella of virtue for three lifetimes."

This sentence came into view.

The entanglement between the villagers and the fox spirit has caused countless reversals of reincarnation. The entire text does not mention the "umbrella" at all, yet it is the umbrella that can shield them from the wind and rain.

It is an umbrella woven from countless acts of kindness and gratitude.

Wang Dahe had assumed that the "Three Lives Umbrella" mentioned in the title would be a powerful magical artifact that often appeared in popular stories, but he was surprised to find that it was not a real object.

If it is merely a powerful magical artifact, then it is actually inferior.

Although Wang Dahe lived a simple life, he had lived for so many years that he could naturally see that Youdao's village was fictional and existed only for the sake of the story.

Isolated from the world, like a separate world that does not communicate with the outside world, it reduces the malice in human nature and even beautifies it to some extent.

However, this story mentions something quite interesting—what a fox spirit is like depends on the heart of the person worshipping it.

If you worship with evil intentions, the fox spirit will become evil;

If one is kind-hearted, the fox spirit will follow.

When Zhu Wuyao wrote this story, her original intention was to think that this world might have a stronger tradition of worship, since there were no supernatural events in her world and many ignorant practices still existed.

Once you get here, you'll find true magical powers.

Who knows, during a severe drought, in order to pray for rain, a pair of children might be offered as a sacrifice.

Otherwise, they worship gods and have a habit of sacrifices, such as sprinkling blood at the drop of a hat.

That's absolutely outrageous.

Her story, though perhaps not immediately effective, will leave a lasting impression on readers, prompting them to consider similar situations in the future.

With such cruel sacrificial methods required, will this "god" truly protect everyone?

Since there's spare time, no effort required, and it can even make money, Zhu Wuyao is naturally happy to give it a try.

Even the slightest change would be good.

Zhu Wuyao's idea is good, but things can sometimes take unexpected turns.

The beneficiaries were also someone she hadn't expected.

After watching "The Three Generations Umbrella," Wang Dahe was immersed in the plot for many days, repeatedly savoring its lessons, and seemed to have completely accepted those lessons.

I'm even more enthusiastic about washing clothes now.

The ice on the river has melted in the past few days, and it's almost completely melted. You just need to walk a little further and carry your clothes across.

It's much more convenient than changing the water in the basin in the yard.

He brought soapberries, a stool, and other items. Before his clothes got wet and heavy, he thought he would go for a walk in the woods, hoping to find some mountain produce nearby.

But upon closer inspection, they stumbled upon something unexpected—

A mule!

Wang Dahe was startled. Although this place was not exactly the middle of nowhere, it was rarely visited by people. How could there be a lone mule here?

It costs a lot of money.

Who knows, if I sell it, I might be able to get a copy of "The Three-Life Umbrella".

Wang Dahe's mind stirred slightly, but when he looked closely, he found that the mule's eyes seemed to reveal a pleading look, which was particularly lively.

Having just finished reading "The Three Generations of Umbrella," Wang Dahe was still immersed in thought when he couldn't help but make connections.

Beast cultivation, formless body...

A mule, a mixed breed, is destined to have no foals. Isn't it another form of being neither male nor female, without form?

Could this mule be a magical creature?

Wang Dahe, on a whim, said, "If you can understand, blink."

The mule blinked.

Hey!

Wang Dahe was truly startled this time.

He seemed to see the light of wisdom in the mule's eyes, and Wang Dahe understood.

This mule has probably met with misfortune.

Look at its singed fur, look at its disheveled appearance, it's a mule that braves wind and fire, a true hero.

Wang Dahe recalled the proverb, "Yesterday's good deeds can ward off today's disasters."

Now that things have come to this point, how can he just stand by and do nothing?

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Further south from the city, nestled among mountains and forests.

Zhu Wuyao was flying on her sword, a skill that was somewhat beyond her capabilities as a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Three feet off the ground is the safest distance. Although it will slow down slowly until it lands, it will be exceptionally smooth and there will be no risk.

If one continues to circulate spiritual energy, one can also continuously rise higher, increasing the distance from the ground and growing taller than the treetops.

Maintaining a height requires concentration, which is very tiring.

If you're not careful, things can become unstable.

"Zhu Wuyao, your understanding of flying on a sword is flawed."

Ye Xiaozhou leaped lightly from the treetop, instantly covering the distance that Zhu Wuyao had struggled for nearly a quarter of an hour to cover, and continued:

"You should think about how to fly higher, not how to avoid falling."

Zhu Wuyao nodded, roughly understanding what Ye Xiaozhou meant.

The former focuses on the high altitude, while the latter focuses on the ground. Just like when you're skateboarding or riding a bicycle, your direction will always shift towards where your eyes are looking.

"At this rate, we'll be sleeping in the open again tonight."

"Once and for all, if you distract me again, I won't be able to learn how to fly on a sword during my Foundation Establishment stage."

Ye Xiaozhou found a big, fuzzy tree, buried himself in its canopy to block out the sun, and lay there listlessly hanging from a branch.

Why did she suddenly decide to teach people how to fly on swords?

It's the season when ice and snow melt, the weather is gradually warming up, and spring is just around the corner.

Zhu Wuyao handed the manuscript to Gu Lang. Not only that, she also gave him the outline, so that if something went wrong on this trip or he accidentally died, at least the updates wouldn't be interrupted.

He then went to see Hua Yingting and told her about the token.

Finally, he attended the auction, successfully obtained information about the Nanhuai Mine, and exchanged the spirit stone for elixirs.

After everything was prepared, Zhu Wuyao left a letter for Elder Chi to say goodbye, and then went to the south with Ye Xiaozhou.

The two had already passed through Nanli City. After all, it was under the jurisdiction of the Juque Sect, and Zhu Wuyao had even appeared there before. They might be recognized and cause trouble.

To this day, the couple's journey is progressing remarkably well.

It's just getting started, not even as fast as two horses running.