Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Wanshou Baxian Palace, originally named "Baxian Nunnery", is located in Changlefang, Dongguan, Xi'an, and is a ten-direction monastery of the Quanzhen School.

According to folklore, during the Tang Dynasty, Lü Dongbin met Zhongli Han at the Eight Immortals Temple. The "Yellow Millet Pillow" dispelled the illusions of the past and led Lü Dongbin to enlightenment and immortality.

Xi'an was not a peaceful city in 1926, but the military officers stationed there took a protective attitude towards the temple, so the buildings and cultural relics of the Eight Immortals Palace were basically intact, and the religious activities of the Taoist priests in the temple were also guaranteed during the war.

Fangdongtian is located in Baxian Palace, which is indeed safer than Bixia Temple.

Chen Ruoan said, "The Taoist priests who remain at Mount Tai are almost entirely from the same circle, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to ascend to my immortal abode. I'm afraid it will be very difficult to receive letters from Master Fang in the future."

Zhang Zhiwei sipped his tea and replied, "Then I'll send another letter, asking him to find a place to secretly set up a shrine for you, so that communication will be easier in the future."

Not only will it be convenient for divine intervention, but it might also allow them to share in some of the incense offerings from the Eight Immortals Palace.

"Then I'll have to trouble you," the fox said casually.

The fighting there was fierce, the soldiers and civilians in the city were running out of food and water and suffered heavy casualties, and the people outside the city were in constant fear. Would anyone really go to the Taoist temple to burn incense?

As the fox pondered, its gaze fell upon the stage, where Du Liniang gracefully swayed her water sleeves, her melodious singing concealing a touch of stubbornness.

Zhang Zhiwei was also watching the performance.

He couldn't understand the deep longing for love between the young woman, but from Du Liniang's raised eyes and flowing sleeves, he saw a strong determination to break free from feudal ethics. He felt from the bottom of his heart that this woman's determination and courage were truly rare, and his fingertips gently tapped the edge of the table in time with the drumbeats.

The Five Ghosts, having benefited from Zhang Zhiwei's influence, also had their share of drama, but dared not get too close to him.

They always felt that this Taoist priest exuded a scorching aura, like the sun, and that ordinary yin beings would be burned if they got too close.

After a while, the music ended and the audience dispersed. The drums and gongs on the stage stopped, and the tea drinkers in the building gradually left.

Zhang Zhiwei put down his teacup, glanced at the fox beside him, and still felt somewhat uneasy.

If his master found out that he had been beaten and hadn't reflected on his actions at all, but instead had gone to a teahouse in Suzhou, thousands of miles away, to leisurely listen to music with a fox, the old man would probably be furious.

"My trip to Suzhou was brief, and the fatigue from using the magic weapons has been completely relieved by the music and tea. It's time for me to return."

"Not long?"

"I won't do it again, I won't do it again."

···

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the eastern suburbs were bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the orange-red hues blending into the drifting clouds, and the sky was tinged with a warm, vibrant hue.

Zhang Zhiwei, still habitually tucking his hands into his sleeves, said to the fox:

"You always seem to be getting into trouble. If you ever encounter something you can't handle and can't stay in Mount Tai anymore, remember to come to Mount Longhu."

Chen Ruoan replied, "If it's you in the future..."

Ok?

Zhang Zhiwei later became a Celestial Master, one of the "top ten" in the circle, and also held the title of president of the Chinese Taoist Association outside the circle. It seems he really doesn't need a fox...

"Whenever you want to climb a mountain, come to Mount Tai."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, replaced the armor he had used on his legs, and disappeared into the forest entrance, vanishing into the glow of the sunset.

The five ghosts who had come to see him off lowered their hands and sighed, "We've only spent less than a day together, but I always feel inexplicably at ease with this Taoist priest by my side."

Upon hearing this, the fox retorted, "Does following me make you feel insecure?"

"I wouldn't dare. Master's magic is divine. In terms of the convenience it brings in specific situations, this Taoist priest is definitely no match for you," Ghost Boss replied guiltily.

Ah!

This is where the Qing Dynasty loyalists were ignorant.

According to Chen Ruoan, before the fight, he arranged the terrain, summoning wind and rain to obscure the enemy's vision. He then used his agile movements to confuse them. Once they were close, he revealed his true form, openly confronting them while secretly planting poison...

His actions were so smooth and effortless that he still managed to kill Liang Ting, the notorious villain of the "Quanxing" sect.

Although Zhang Zhiwei crippled Li Muxuan with one palm, what was so entertaining about that?

Even a lousy writer knows to put a lot of effort into the fight scenes. If a single slap kills someone, what's the author doing padding the word count, and what are readers supposed to read?

What's so fun about a monster with stats? It's just a monster with stats...

Linghu is truly envious.

The fox thought to himself that his "sexual skills" were barely up to standard, and the next step was to take care of his physical appearance.

I wonder if I will be able to forge a precious and virtuous connection on my journey ahead, so that my path of cultivation will be smoother.

The fox trod through the clouds and mist, and flew south as dusk deepened.

···

The second of the Five Ghosts is named Zhong Yi, a chef with a high pursuit of culinary skills. His family lives in a small fishing village on the eastern side of Fujian.

When Chen Ruoan found it, the fishing village was nestled at the edge of the mudflats, with half-person-high withered grass growing among some broken walls and tiles, and fishing boats were tilted in the mud, with large cracks in the planks.

In the dilapidated village, a few elderly people barely survive. When asked about the past, they mostly don't remember anything. Only when talking about the restaurants in the nearby town can they recall a once glamorous and famous chef.

"There was this strange man who was very successful back in the day. He had money to wear silk shirts and foreign watches, but he didn't like living in the city. Later, he said he went to another place to study cooking, but he left his wife and children behind and never came back."

"I heard that the big restaurant over there offered him a higher price, and he found a new wife."

The old man had a heavy accent that the fox couldn't understand. Every word was translated by Gui Lao Er Zhong Yi, who relayed the rumors about him from others. Chen Ruoan had no idea how he felt at that moment.

"You're asking about his wife and children?"

"This is very strange. I remember it was a rumor in the village for a long time. The little child was taken away by two guys in white clothes and white coats, and the mother didn't seem to care at all. She was always smiling."

"At first we thought they were selling the child, but the boy would come back to visit his family every few months. Then the village suffered a disaster, and he took his mother away. After that, the rumors in the village changed, and people said that the boy had followed some master and gone to learn some skills."

Even people from the same village are happy to appreciate the suffering of others. The Zhong family's incident repeatedly slapped the village's "intelligence group" in the face, to the point that some people still remember it to this day.

After some thought, Chen Ruoan concluded that there was probably no other sect in Fujian that favored white robes and jackets as their signature attire.

"Zhong Lao Er, your son might have gone off to seek mystical knowledge."

"That is..." Jiang Gui was still standing to the side, but Zhong Yi dared not show his joy too obviously, lest he increase his fourth brother's sadness.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Gui patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Second Brother, don't worry about me. We're sworn brothers, and your son is my nephew. I'm overjoyed for you!"

"I'm also in the industry. If we're talking about a school of thought that likes white clothes and white coats, there really is one in Fujian, and it's quite famous."

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