The Little Fox's Immortal Cultivation Encyclopedia

Chapter 116 Encountering Thieves at the City God Temple

"I'll ask you one more time: when did the City God begin appearing in your dreams?"

"Three, three years ago."

The fox asked a few more questions, but seeing that it couldn't get any more information, it put away Hu Nianshuang's treasure chest and left on its own.

Upon seeing the silver hairpin, the fox recognized it as a magical artifact, capable of cutting through iron like mud when transformed into a small knife. More importantly, the fox smelled a strong chicken aroma on it.

That stupid fox, in his haste, even gave away this treasure that's specifically for killing chickens?

The two were still exchanging glances, but the fox, too lazy to disturb them, walked south along the riverbank. The City God Temple was located in the center of the city.

The temple door was ajar. The fox pushed it open and peered inside. The once magnificent City God Temple was now a mess, with incense burners scattered about and trampled offerings mixed with incense ash, making it sticky underfoot.

The fox entered the main hall, where several statues of judges were still there, all devoid of divine power, presumably having been taken back to the underworld for interrogation.

Just as the fox was about to venture deeper, its nose twitched, catching a faint, earthy smell. A thought struck it, and it immediately focused its attention, its ears twitching slightly as it caught a faint sound coming from behind.

The rustling sound moved around in the side hall, accompanied by the sound of things rolling down. The fox quietly peeked inside.

That person—that thing looked strange, with a wrinkled neck, squatting on the ground with his back to the fox, revealing a large shell that took up his entire back.

His fingernails were thin and sharp, and he would dig and pick everywhere, even in the cracks between the bricks.

"The turtle spirit is a water spirit. Turtles are long-lived and often live in deep pools, rivers, and dark waters. They are cunning and unpredictable, hiding themselves and are often seen as water monsters in rivers and lakes."

The fox stared wide-eyed, watching curiously as he carried that heavy-looking shell from one end of the road to the other, without even taking it off to rest before carrying it back on.

After watching for a while, the turtle spirit suddenly became excited. It touched something, and suddenly a small door appeared on the ground. It first poked half its body in, then pushed off with its feet, and its whole body plunged in.

The fox followed them inside.

Below was a passageway. After walking several dozen steps, the space suddenly opened up, revealing a secret room.

The fox eagerly poked its head out, but its interest vanished visibly.

Inside were piles of gold and silver treasures, and next to them were several rows of shelves displaying books, scrolls, and other such items.

There were no magical artifacts or rare treasures; it was unclear whether they had been confiscated by the underworld or whether the city god of that prefecture had truly not hidden them.

Oh, the fox remembered that the candied hawthorn vendor had said that many people suddenly had more money at night. It seemed that the underworld had come here long ago and returned the things that belonged to their owners, leaving all the worldly possessions behind.

The turtle spirit was overjoyed. First, it pounced on the pile of money, picked up gold ingots and stuffed them into its shell. The shell looked like it was growing out of the flesh, but once the contents were stuffed in, they really disappeared.

It's fun.

As the turtle spirit stuffed its shell, it suddenly seemed to remember something, moved to the shelf, picked and chose, and finally reluctantly stuffed all the calligraphy and paintings into its shell. In order to make room, it even took out the money it had stuffed in earlier.

The fox waited patiently until the turtle was full of money, even its paws were laden with treasure, before standing behind it and reaching out to pat the shell.

The fox had been wanting to try taking a picture for a while.

The turtle spirit suddenly jumped, turned around and opened its mouth to bite, but the fox withdrew its hand and slapped it.

"Who are you."

The turtle spirit opened its mouth and its two bean-sized eyes widened.

The fox retorted, "And who are you?"

The turtle spirit sized up the fox, then suddenly mimicked the pose of the statue in the hall: "I am the Dharma protector, ordered to guard this temple. Do you dare to trespass on this temple?"

The fox smiled gently: "I am a messenger from the underworld, ordered to capture a demon. Why aren't you running?"

The turtle spirit froze, then suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a stream of black water. The fox dodged to the side, and the black water splattered against the wall with a hissing sound.

The turtle spirit showed no signs of clumsiness at this moment. It rolled and crawled, its four paws on the ground, and ran very fast. As soon as the fox raised its hand, Su Yueling chased after it and wrapped around the turtle spirit's leg.

The turtle spirit had just climbed up when it was pulled down the tunnel and rolled back down, the things stuffed inside its shell being thrown out one by one as it rolled.

interesting.

The turtle spirit was spinning around, dizzy and disoriented, its claws still flailing wildly as it tried to get up. Su Yueling wrapped around its neck, and the fox reached out and lifted it up, causing the turtle spirit to fall to the ground shell-side down.

The turtle spirit struggled with its limbs, stretching its neck, trying to use its head to prop itself up and flip back over. But its neck was being pulled, and no matter how long it was, it couldn't touch the ground.

Black liquid started oozing from its mouth again. The fox glared at it, and Su Yueling spun in mid-air, pulling the turtle demon into a spinning circle.

"Master Daoist! Master Daoist!" The turtle demon's eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets from being strangled. "Spare me! Spare me!"

The voice is full of energy; you can play a little longer.

The fox felt no pity for the old turtle; it reeked of foul air and was clearly no good demon.

After an incense stick has burned.

"Spare me! Spare me!"

"How can it be so thick-skinned? Even the fox is tired from playing, but this guy still has energy." The fox walked over and looked down at it.

What are you looking for?

The turtle spirit was so dizzy from being turned around that it barely stuttered anymore: "Your Majesty, let me find a painting, called, called the Battle of Lanjiang."

"What did you draw? Did you find it?"

"The king said there were many boats depicted fighting on the painting, but I can't read and can't understand it."

Why look for this painting?

"I don't know either, I just heard that it was ordered by the King's King."

"Who is your king? And what is that other king?"

"Your Majesty is indeed Your Majesty." Seeing the fox's displeasure, it quickly added, "Your Majesty is my kinsman, known as General Turtle. I've never even met Your Majesty the Great."

"You arrested that opera singer? Why did you arrest her?"

"They're other demon soldiers; I only know how to do menial tasks." The turtle demon seemed to be thinking, "Isn't that woman a fox spirit?"

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"She is human." The fox remained silent.

"Ah, she's human?" The turtle spirit looked even more surprised than the fox.

So surprised that even the fox could see the surprise on that turtle's face.

Is this what they call being unpredictable and cunning, hiding one's true intentions?

After pondering for a while, the turtle spirit said, "Whether they are human or demon, it's the same. Those of poor quality will be sent to the manor as maids, while those of good quality will be sent to the Great King."

"How many of you are there in total?"

"The younger one can't count either—"

When the fox becomes powerful, I will definitely build an academy and capture all these illiterate demons to study there!

The fox made up its mind and changed the subject, asking, "What is your king doing right now?"

"The king has taken his brothers to catch fish. It's a red fish, and I heard it used to be the water god of this place."

"Before?" the fox asked, puzzled. "Was it dethroned by you?"

"I heard from the king that it seems to have resigned itself from its divine status."

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