Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Chapter 147, "Common Language," is the most useful chapter.

After dinner, the housekeeper cleared the table, and Chen Ruoan and Xia He leaned against the window, one on each side, reading books.

Chen Ruoan had read some excerpts from the original "Journey to the West," but had forgotten most of the content. The fragments of memory she had woven in her mind came mostly from the classic 86 TV series.

As a child, I admired Sun Wukong's solitary courage in fighting against heaven and earth, and envied his great skills, freedom, and unrestrained arrogance. Later, perhaps as I grew older, I paid more attention to older beauties like Chang'e, the Queen of the Women's Kingdom, the Jade Rabbit, the Peacock Princess, and the Jade-Faced Fox.

Opening the book, Chen Ruoan saw the first chapter's outline: "The spiritual root is nurtured and flows forth; the mind and nature are cultivated and the Great Dao is born." His gaze then moved down to the first chapter's ending poem: "Comprehend the true and wondrous principles of Bodhi; sever demons and return to the origin to unite with the primordial spirit."

"It's really hard to understand," Xia He said.

The book was a gift prepared for her, and a question arose in her mind. Immediately, frames and words appeared at the bottom of the pages.

Chen Ruoan explained: "The book says that people are born with their true nature, and the source of the Great Dao is in their own hearts, which naturally flows out."

The next step is to calm your distracting thoughts, return to your true nature, stabilize your mind and spirit, and achieve a state of unity of body and mind, cultivating both nature and life.

"It's like they're chewing up the道理 (principles/truths) and feeding them to me," Xia He muttered, probably meaning they wanted her to cultivate her mind.

The fox then asked, "But the eminent monk Xuanzang, with his profound understanding of Buddhism, still struggled to cross the Five Elements Mountain, the Cloud Stack Cave, and the Flowing Sand River all alone. Do you know why?"

Xia He flipped back to the front and pointed to the illustration of "The Great Sage Refined in the Eight Trigrams Furnace": "If we say that the Great Sage took the Golden Cudgel from the East Sea, put on the Golden Armor, erased himself from the Book of Life and Death in the Underworld, ate the Peaches of Immortality and the Elixir of Immortality, and was locked in the furnace to be tempered, these can all be seen as the process of his life. Tang Sanzang, who is not skilled in martial arts and is weak, is obviously missing a link."

"But the Great Sage was imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain, and Marshal Tianpeng and General Juanlian were mistakenly reincarnated as pigs and fell into the Flowing Sand River, respectively, all because they made mistakes. But if it were Tang Sanzang, he probably wouldn't be so reckless. It feels like these people together would make a team, complementing each other."

Only with the master and disciples working together can they complete the journey to the West.

Xia He's thoughts continued to wander. She had roughly grasped some of the principles in the book, but the terms related to cultivation were unfamiliar and difficult for her to understand, and she couldn't put them into words in a short time.

"Mmm-hmm." The fox nodded in agreement while listening quietly to her story.

In the end, it all comes down to this: cultivating life without cultivating nature is the first ailment in spiritual practice; cultivating nature without cultivating life makes it difficult for even the most venerable spirits to attain sainthood.

In the quiet mountains and wilderness of the Miao villages in western Hunan, the fox had said the same thing countless times, and opposite him was another person with extraordinary talent...

The girl was clever and quick-witted, but the image in the fox's mind could not overlap with what was before him, because it was disrespectful to the pink-haired girl.

Sometimes Chen Ruoan would calm down and think about whether lingering in memories of the past counted as reflecting on the passage of time.

"I've figured out how to get along with this book!" Xia He said happily, glancing up at the clock on the wall; it was almost eight o'clock.

"Brother Fox, go ahead and do your work. I can manage on my own."

"Remember to go to bed early." Chen Ruoan pushed open the door and walked out, habitually scattering a handful of flower seeds at the doorway.

Xia He lay on the dining table, flipping through books, her mind wandering.

The book explains the specific methods of cultivating "nature and life," which are similar to what the Quanzhen Longmen sect teaches. Therefore, she could completely give up the idea of ​​becoming a disciple and comprehend it on her own. This would save her the favor of her brother the fox and avoid causing trouble for the Quanzhen masters.

Abandon all fancy skills and tricks, and use the hard work of grinding water to hone your "life force". After cultivating to a certain extent, you will naturally be able to master your body and mind and control your "breathing muscles".

More importantly, with a foundation of "life force," one can learn unorthodox methods with ease and make rapid progress.

"Just choose a style that will be helpful to Brother Fox."

As she thought about it, the book in front of her flipped through the pages. It used to be white paper with black words, but now it was black paper with white words. Xia He saw that the white lines in the black paper were pieced together to form the character "巫" (witch).

The shaman is a bridge connecting heaven and earth above and all things below.

The "shaman," who is close to nature, can sense the spirituality of mountains, rivers, plants, birds, beasts, insects, and fish, and establish an emotional connection between humans and all things. In their cooperative relationship with spirits, the two complement and achieve each other.

Are you answering the question that's on my mind?

"Why didn't Brother Fox tell me about this ability of the book?" Xia He's fingertips traced the pages. Although she didn't recognize many of the words, it didn't stop her from understanding the content between the lines.

"To become a shaman, one needs a divinely ordained opportunity, right?"

The words "shaman" reappeared in the book.

Disciples favored by the immortals will have their acupoints opened, gaining the ability to communicate with or possess the immortals. When they see immortals in their dreams, have intuitive understanding, or experience strange physical sensations, it means they have a connection with the immortals.

"What is 'binding the spirit'? How can I make the spirits like me? How can I form a bond with them?"

"How far can the cooperation between the witch and the elf go? Can the witch grant the elf's wishes?"

Xia He had countless questions in her mind, and the book resolved all her hidden worries. She treasured it like a precious gem, and even when she went to sleep, she held the book "Journey to the West" tightly in her arms.

"Book, do you know how to go back in time?"

"You must hide the book well; I want to give Brother Fox a surprise."

The girl lying on her side on the bed murmured softly, her voice gradually fading, leaving only a gentle, even breathing in the room.

The wilderness on the outskirts of Dongling Mountain was desolate and silent, with the old locust tree's gnarled branches stretching out and casting fragmented shadows on its mottled leaves.

A girl with disheveled hair squatted under the tree, her messy hair falling over her shoulders, unable to hide the indifference in her eyes. A shovel was stuck diagonally into the damp soil, the blade stained with dark brown mud.

A foreigner was buried in a pit nearby. His head, which was exposed above the ground, had deformed skin and flesh with a grayish-brown sheen like rhinoceros hide, and looked rough and hard.

"Hey!" Feng Baobao suddenly looked up and waved her right hand to greet the distance.

Xiao Zizai approached slowly, carrying a dark backpack. Along the way, a series of crisp metallic clanging sounds emanated from the bag. He didn't return the greeting, but instead used the Buddha's light of Vajra Kung Fu to illuminate the darkness, intently admiring the "recipes" he had found at the secondhand bookstore.

"The way the execution of slow slicing is truly meticulous; one should never stop learning."

Chen Ruoan arrived on the wind, his black clothes billowing backward, the mist beneath his feet dissipating, and he landed in front of the gray-skinned man.

Before the fox could speak, the foreigner bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of foul and evil blood towards the fox.

Whoosh!

Chen Ruoan made no move, while Feng Baobao used a shovel to turn over the soil, intercepting the flying blood in mid-air.

"This person's blood is really strange. When it gets on the wound, there's a constant, faint murmur around my ear, like a mosquito buzzing. It's so annoying."

After members of the "List" believe in "evil," their ears will be filled with "evil whispers." The control of subordinates by the upper echelons is based on the will of evil, and commands are issued through whispers.

Feng Baobao has a special constitution and a clear mind, making her almost unaffected by whispers.

Are you injured?

"A little bit."

Chen Ruoan lowered his head in thought, when a flash of inspiration struck him and a novel idea popped into his mind.

What we're saying is that "the whispers of evil" are essentially a form of language, so there's no reason why the fox shouldn't be able to learn its enhanced supernatural ability, "language."

"Could you describe to me the exact sound of a mosquito buzzing in my ear?"

"No problem." Feng Baobao brushed her messy hair aside, gave an "OK" sign, and whispered in Chen Ruoan's ear.

Feng Baobao's linguistic talent was terrifying. What reached the fox's ears was a chaotic, low echo. If translated into familiar Chinese, it would be nothing but tempting words that would entice people to commit crimes.

The strange and bizarre language, with its illogical grammar, was gradually understood by Chen Ruoan through the transformation of "Tongyu" (a local dialect).

Snapped!

The fox clapped his hands and sighed, "Old Lu, is this all the trouble you've been worrying about for days?"

Chen Ruoan raised two fingers together and swung them in the air. With a flash of sword light, a wound appeared on the cheek of a member of the "List", and a stream of turbid blood gathered in the fox's palm.

"You're insane. Don't think that just because you don't have a wound, you can avoid the possibility of infection. In our organization, there are horned and hornless superiors. By willingly accepting the whispers, you've already fallen under the control of the horned superiors."

Chen Ruoan did not reply, but carefully sensed the abnormality in her blood.

Blood, the currency of the soul.

Before the wishing tree in the fox's mind, there was a large object: an irregularly shaped meteorite with pits all over its surface.

Nathan Island worships a sacred tree, and the "List" worships meteorites. How can the beliefs of foreign people be so bizarre?

Chen Ruoan placed his hand on the surface of the meteorite and, using "communicative language" to mimic the chaotic and indistinct echoes, issued orders to his subordinates and their families who had infiltrated the country: "All of you, obey my command and commit suicide."

Ok?

The "list" buried in the ground was clearly in a panic.