Start practicing from Mr. Fox

Chapter 89: Saint's Legacy
This lesson lasted for a long time.

From how the fox at the foot of the mountain mastered the key to the art of shapeshifting, to the techniques the fox used to practice magic.

These were what Miss Bai and Bai Shijiu heard when they were giving lectures to other foxes.

At this moment, Chen Ji said that with the help of the copying technique, the effect was better than if they described it in person.

The little foxes listened with thoughtful eyes, and some of them even became dazed, closing their eyes and sitting or lying down, without making any movement.

"First……"

"Don't be nervous, he's not asleep, he's having an epiphany."

The little fox next to him was about to remind Chen Ji of the situation here when he heard a familiar voice.

When I turned around, I saw Mr. Su appear.

"Haw?"

The little fox cried out in surprise, then quickly raised its paws to cover its beak, for fear of making any sound.

Even a fox knows that enlightenment is an extremely rare opportunity on the path of cultivation. It would be bad if it disturbed other foxes' cultivation because of its own relationship.

"It doesn't matter."

Mr. Su waved his hand.

"After entering enlightenment, I won't wake up easily just because someone else says something. Don't worry."

After saying this, he looked at the fox who was in enlightenment and shook his head.

"After just one lecture, so many foxes suddenly gained enlightenment. I'm afraid even a saint would experience this. I wonder what kind of opportunity Mr. Chen has found down the mountain."

However, Chen Ji was still giving a lecture on the stage at this moment, so Mr. Su did not disturb him.

Explain the situation to the shocked foxes below, so they don't disturb the other foxes who have already entered a state of enlightenment...

But gradually, Mr. Su also found something wrong.

There are more and more foxes around me who are experiencing enlightenment.

The previous one had just given a reminder, and after listening to a few more words, he actually closed his eyes, as if smiling, slowly immersed his mind, and actually entered a state of enlightenment.

He simply dived down again and asked Senior Huai for help.

With so many foxes having sudden realizations, he, a mere ghost, couldn't handle it all.

"Senior Huai!"

"It's okay, I already know."

Senior Huai had already been paying attention to the situation in the library, and when he saw Mr. Su, he knew his purpose.

With his eyes slightly closed and his mind radiating, dozens of branches emerged from the library and silently lifted up the little fox, who was immersed in a state of enlightenment, and carried it to the side.

It stretched out another tree trunk, shook off the emerald green leaves to protect the little foxes, and its body also exuded a green scent.

"This way, you won't be disturbed."

"Thank you, Senior Huai!"

Mr. Su recognized that this was a shelter that Senior Huai had built for the little foxes using his own cultivation.

"It's what I should do, so why bother thanking me?"

Senior Huai gently waved the branch, looked at Chen Ji with interest, and asked casually.

"Mr. Su, have you ever seen so many foxes or practitioners achieve enlightenment at the same time?"

"Never seen it before."

After a pause, he spoke again.

"I have heard of it."

"Oh? Where did you hear that?"

"I heard that once upon a time, when the world was first created, a great cultivator preached to the vast wilderness. Within a span of sixty years, countless mountains, rivers, plants, monsters, and beasts became enlightened, creating the magnificent scene of the creation of the world."

"But these things happened before humanity flourished. There are only a few words, so they can be considered myths and legends. I don't know how much truth they have now."

"More recently, there was a sage lecturing to three thousand disciples. The aura of heaven and earth resonated, and dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns took shape, giving birth to seventy-two sages."

"That's right."

Senior Huai seemed to be thinking about something, then he spoke slowly.

"Do you think Mr. Chen's actions are similar?"

Mr. Su looked at it carefully, wanting to say something.

But suddenly,
There was a blank in my ears and eyes.

It was as if his soul was no longer in the library, and he could not even hear the voice of Chen Ji lecturing.

silence.

Empty silence.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he bowed respectfully towards the east.

"Senior Huai, you are embarrassing me. I really dare not say anything."

"Sir, you are a Confucian cultivator. If that's the case, then it's almost the same."

Senior Huai also listened carefully to Chen Ji's lectures.

"Mr. Chen and Hu are giving lectures. Can Senior Huai also attend?"

"I've lived with foxes for a long time, and they're also a kind of demon, but I can understand a lot of them. It's really useful."

"Then I won't bother Senior Huai. If there's a fox that has a sudden enlightenment, I'll find a way to deal with it myself."

"That's fine. Just focus on the situation here. Mr. Su, please stop talking."

Mr. Su pursed his lips.

But he found that Senior Huai was also like a fox, facing Chen Ji with a dazed look, as if he was thinking about something, and he felt a little dizzy.

He was surprised, but also paid some attention to Chen Ji's lecture.

But I didn't think it was anything special. It was just basic stuff. I remembered it after listening to it, as if I should have known it a long time ago...

"Ok?"

Mr. Su stood there in a daze.

What's more, he is a Confucian scholar, and his comprehension of books far exceeds that of others.

But he has never studied it in depth, so how can he remember it by heart, which should have been done long ago?
Nothing can stand up to scrutiny.

Just like what was happening before him, he had indeed heard what Chen Ji said before, but he never had such a deep understanding of it.

If this is the effect of listening to lectures.

Mr. Su was in a trance for a while, and recalled the blank time he had just experienced.

It seemed as if one could faintly hear the sound of chimes ringing and dancers dancing in the courtyard.

"This is probably the work of a saint!"

Mr. Su felt emotional.

It just so happened that Chen Ji had finished his lecture at this moment.

The sun was shining brightly when Chen Ji came back, but now it has already set, and even the horizon is indigo blue, and the moon is about to rise.

Chen Ji felt dazed and his mouth was dry.

Close the book and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Go back. We've been talking for too long today. You should take time to digest it."

"But sir, we haven't eaten anything."

The fox who had not yet realized the truth scratched his head and spoke in confusion.

Chen Ji sighed and shook his head.

It seems that the climbing technique does have its limitations. For a fox like this, it is indeed less effective.

But after a quick glance, I can understand it.

Most of the foxes that have not yet realized are those that developed wisdom later than Bai Shijiu, except for a few that are naturally gifted.

It does take some time to accumulate.

So I patiently explained.

"What you listen to from me is like eating food. Just eating isn't enough; you'll end up vomiting it out. You have to digest it before you can remember it. Do you understand?"

The fox who asked the question seemed to be thinking about something and nodded.

"Sir, I understand. I'll go eat some spiders later!"

"..."

"It's better not to go. Wait until tonight to ask Mr. Su how to explain it."

"Okay." Hu nodded and asked Chen Ji if the get out of class was over by now.

"Yes."

Chen Ji nodded.

The little fox stood up happily and looked at the fox beside him.

"Bai Ershiba, do you want to go to the mountains to catch rabbits? They're delicious."

"No, I want to digest what the teacher said. My head itches, like something's about to grow."

……

Chen Ji walked past the little fox and smiled again when he heard this.

It seems that the copying technique still has some effect.

I should talk about this more often in the next few days on the mountain.

He then looked at the little foxes at the edge who were being taken care of by Senior Huai.

A emerald green light enveloped them.

There was a faint aura emanating from his body, which was indeed much mellower than when they first met.

I also felt that enlightenment is indeed not easy.

Since Chen Ji was not giving a lecture, Senior Huai also woke up from his mysterious state. He happened to see Chen Ji in front of him and heard Chen Ji's sigh.

"Hasn't Mr. Chen ever had an epiphany before?"

"It seems... not."

Chen Ji was about to say no, but then he thought of the night when he first learned the art of qi-gazing, and it seemed to be the same.

In just a few breaths, the sky, earth, mountains and rivers all came to life with color and aura, it was mysterious and powerful.

It only takes a moment to go from not understanding to understanding, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an epiphany.

Mr. Su also appeared in front of them, bowed respectfully, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

It was Chen Ji who took the initiative to ask.

"Mr. Su, do you have something to ask?"

"It seems so."

“Seems like it?”

"I can't remember what I wanted to ask, I just remember that I seemed to want to ask."

"Is that so? Then Mr. Su needs to think about it slowly."

Chen Ji sighed, but there was nothing he could do.

"Oh, I seem to remember now."

Mr. Su looked at Chen Ji.

"I just realized that during Mr. Chen's lecture this time, Fox suddenly gained a lot of insights and recalled the story of the saint and the seventy-two sages."

"I'd like to ask Mr. Chen if he got any chance to meet a saint during his trip down the mountain this time?"

"Of course, if I'm being presumptuous, just pretend I never said anything."

"That's it."

Chen Ji understood.

"That's fine. I was planning to tell you anyway. Miss Bai already knows."

Chen Ji then told about his experiences after coming down the mountain, especially how he caught plague ghosts in the academy and was appreciated by the saint and given a ray of talent, but he omitted the copying technique and some other gains.

"Talent?"

Mr. Su looked at Chen Ji carefully and spoke slowly.

"Mr. Chen is a man of great talent!"

After he finished speaking, he was so surprised that his eyes widened. It took him a while to come back to his senses. His tone was faint, as if there was a hint of envy.

"Mr. Chen is indeed very lucky to have such a favorable view from the Saint."

"Why?"

Chen Ji was indeed curious about Mr. Su's remarks.

After he gained the talent, he only knew that the talent was included in the strange story record and could drive the copying method, but he didn't know that it had any other uses.

Now, after hearing Mr. Su's words about establishing a new language, I guessed that there might be other uses for it.

"This is a technique for testing one's talent. Sir, your talent..."

Mr. Su wanted to say something more and looked at Chen Ji again.

"Sir, do you know how to perform the art of establishing words?"

"I don't know."

Chen Ji replied.

Although Mr. Su had demonstrated his art of speaking to him, he never mentioned these things.

"Then I'll explain it to you in detail."

Mr. Su spoke seriously.

Chen Ji listened attentively.

"Confucianism requires studying the classics of the sages to cultivate talent, and passing the imperial examinations can also cultivate talent."

"If one has sufficient talent and understands the words of the sages, one can use their words to practice the art of establishing one's own opinions."

"It's just that ordinary Confucianists will only choose one Confucian classic to study and experience when they first start practicing."

"Only after you have mastered the art of establishing words and can align yourself with the thoughts of the sages will you learn other Confucian sayings."

"But I came from Yunlu Academy, one of the four great academies of Mingde, but I have never seen anyone with such pure talent as Daoyou."

"Although his talent is not great, it is more abundant than that of ordinary Jinshi."

"If you can understand the words of the saints and keep the saints in mind, you can directly perform the art of establishing words."

Mr. Su did explain it in great detail, and after he finished speaking, he still looked at Chen Ji with envy.

Chen Ji finally understood why there were so few academies in the town. He was afraid that the saint had picked a lot and given them to himself.

It seems that this gift must be chosen very well, so as not to disappoint the saint.

A thought came to my mind, and I thought of something else.

"As long as one can understand the thoughts of a saint, can one perform the art of establishing words?"

"Yes."

Mr. Su nodded, but gave serious advice.

"It's just that an ordinary person might not be able to comprehend even a single sentence after ten years of hard study. If Mr. Chen wants to try, why not first..."

“Learning and practicing from time to time, isn’t that a pleasure?”

Chen Ji opened his mouth slowly and said the phrase of establishing a statement that Mr. Su had once given him.

The words fell.

It seemed as if a bright light flew out of Chen Ji's mouth and landed on the little foxes who were still playing and fighting not far away.

It only takes a moment.

Then I heard the voice of the fox.

"Bai Ershiba, I don't want to go catching rabbits anymore!"

"Why?"

"I think I know what you mean by the itchy feeling in your head. I feel a little itchy too."

"Well, I...I think I know what the gentleman was talking about just now!"

As he said this, he actually lay down on the spot and fell into a state of enlightenment like the fox in the library.

Mr. Su was stunned and blinked at everything happening in front of him. He felt that everything was so strange.

Is it true that some people, knowing that they have talent, can use the art of speaking to make people understand, and even give them an epiphany?

Is this the power of the saint's legacy?
"Senior Huai, do you know?"

Mr. Su shouted, but received no response.

Turning his head, he saw that the old locust tree beside him no longer had any trace of a human face, and the whole tree was moving slowly and steadily, as if breathing.

I actually began to have an epiphany.

For a moment, the world was silent, with only Chen Ji's figure slowly lengthening in the moonlight.

(End of this chapter)