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Bottom of Huangfeng Cave.

Chang Shou pulled Sun Wukong back to the outside of the Bone Forest.

Soon, an ominous aura that sent chills down his spine spread out, making his hair stand on end and leaving him terrified.

Even the wrinkles on his old face couldn't help but tremble.

Luckily, I got away quickly.

Otherwise, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Be gentle, or you'll allow the illness to enter your body.

To put it bluntly, I have no hope of becoming an immortal.

To divert attention and avoid meeting Sun Wukong's strange gaze, Chang Shou coughed lightly and explained:

"Fellow Daoist Ruchang will handle things there, so we don't need to worry. However, the other giant rats here, who can withstand the miasma, must have already adapted to the atmosphere of the Bone Forest and are almost becoming spirits. We cannot let them go; we should kill them as soon as possible to prevent them from causing endless harm in the future."

The words were spoken.

Chang Shou took the lead and killed the other giant rats.

Sun Wukong pouted.

They didn't expose Old Man Chang's trick.

What are you trying to do, only making things worse?

They claim they're eliminating harm for the people.

It's just that this old fellow is scared and wants to protect himself. If it weren't for the fact that this old fellow has always been good to him, Sun Wukong would have already laughed and mocked him.

Right now, it's natural to cooperate.

Who told him to be the old buddy he chose!

He brandished his spiked club and began to fight again, quickly losing himself in the battle. Wherever his spiked club went, the giant rats perished.

If Changshou could hear the monkey's thoughts, he would surely cry foul:

What fear? This is strategy.

[This is so as not to hold others back]

[This shows self-awareness]

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Deep within the bone forest, the fluctuations of magical power disappeared.

The miasma thinned considerably and slowly dispersed to both sides, creating a passage from which a Taoist priest emerged.

He wore a moon-white Taoist robe and had a delicate, feminine appearance, just as usual.

However, a faint smile appeared on his usually stern lips, indicating that his wish had come true.

Upon seeing Chang Shou and Sun Wukong, he subconsciously suppressed his smile, straightened his lips, and resumed his usual indifferent demeanor.

Chang Shou smiled and said:

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on achieving your wish."

He nodded to him and Sun Wukong as usual, saying:

"The rat spirit has been eliminated. Let's finish dealing with the giant rats of the Bone Forest as soon as possible and leave."

After thinking for a moment, he added:

"Once we return, I will make sure you do not suffer any losses."

Chang Shou believed these words.

After spending a year together, he knew that this man, who was as ordinary as a fairy, did not like to take advantage of others.

However, it's best not to discuss this matter further.

If you are given something as usual, just accept it.

The priority right now should be eliminating the big rats.

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The rats were leaderless.

Changshou, Ruchang, and Sun Wukong joined forces.

With the help of the round-faced fat chicken that woke up in the middle and the snake tide, all the giant rats in the Bone Forest died in just half an hour.

This matter is settled.

As usual, he took out a fire talisman and threw it into the bone forest. In an instant, the flames blazed brightly.

The entire forest of bones was shrouded in eerie green flames.

Changshou and Ruchang recited the sutra for saving people, even though they knew that these beings would either be scattered or enter the underworld. They still recited it for psychological comfort and to maintain a sense of ritual.

A complete process.

As usual, I collected some dead rats to eat as snacks.

The two immortals, the monkey, and the fat chicken left.

We left Huangfeng Cave and Huangfeng Ridge.

They returned the way they came.

When they passed by the Triangle Oasis, at Changshou's request, they stopped there to rest. The mountain wind carried the two immortals and the monkey down to Triangle Mountain and landed in front of a simple temple.

The temple, built of mud, is nestled among the mountains and forests. At this moment, it is surrounded by many wildcats and lynxes, some yellow, some white, some black, some red, some spotted, some gray, all of different colors and sizes.

Sensing the unfamiliar presence and seeing Chang Shou and his group, they became extremely wary, hunching over and growling, as alert as bristling hedgehogs, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Sensing that the invaders, including Changshou, were not to be trifled with, they did not launch a rash attack and instead kept a close eye on them for the time being.

An old fox came out.

His body was hunched over, and his hair was dull.

He walked up to Chang Shou and the others, and spoke in human language, "May I ask what brings the three immortals to Triangle Mountain?"

Changshou was not surprised at all by the existence of the old fox.

Even a wrecked ship has three pounds of nails.

Not to mention the fox demon of Triangle Mountain.

It won't be easy to fight against those giant rats in the 800-mile-long Yellow Wind Ridge. The Tanuki Clan is definitely not weak; they must have some tricks up their sleeves.

As usual, he remained silent.

Sun Wukong remained silent.

The round-faced, chubby chicken clucked twice.

Now it's Changshou's home ground.

He stepped forward and took out a wooden carving from his pocket, the very one inhabited by the spirit of the Black Fox.

"I have come for the sake of the Hermit Xuanli."

Last night, by sheer coincidence, we met…

Chang Shou kept his story short, omitting details, and recounted how he rescued Xuan Li.

I heard that Xuanli's soul had not yet returned to the underworld.

I heard that she gave birth to twins.

The foxes were overjoyed and elated.

The old fox at the head of the group was so excited that he couldn't help but take two steps forward, his pupils dilated and his eyes filled with tears.

Surrounded by ancient trees with lush foliage, the sunlight could hardly penetrate, creating a cool and tranquil environment.

Chang Shou cast his spell, lightly tapping the wooden carving with his finger.

A cute raccoon eagle hovers in the air, radiating a faint, mysterious light and exuding an eerie aura. From within it, a raccoon cat flies out.

Its entire body was pitch black, with orange-yellow pupils.

However, his soul was unstable, revealing a certain weakness.

It was indeed the Black Fox.

She made a fleeting appearance, letting out a meow, before being quickly taken back by Changshou.

Old Fox could no longer hold back and tears streamed down his face.

"My poor daughter!"

Chang Shou suddenly realized.

No wonder Old Fox reacted so strongly.

It turned out to be Xuanli's father.

He flicked his sleeve, and the wooden carving flew toward the old fox.

The latter caught it immediately, carefully, as if holding a rare treasure.

He quickly came to his senses and immediately thanked Chang Shou, bowing repeatedly.

"Thank you for your mercy, Immortal Master, for saving my daughter and my two grandsons, the old fox."

It is clear that the visitor is a friend, not an enemy.

The foxes lowered their guard and became much more friendly.

Although they weren't completely off guard, the atmosphere had eased and wasn't as tense as before.

He accepted the bow without hesitation.

Chang Shou slowly explained his purpose:

"Although I saved the Hermit Xuanli, her soul is unstable and needs to be stabilized by offering incense to the raccoon cat."

As for the underworld messengers who collect souls, the layman need not worry.

Xuanli once did her best to protect the peace of the local people. The mountain fox clan also resisted the rat clan many times and protected the local creatures. Although she was a wild god who stole the incense offerings, she was dutiful and had the blessing of her race to help her. She could be considered to have some merit, but her merits and demerits canceled each other out.

I have a fellow Daoist who, out of gratitude for Xuanli's merits, couldn't bear to see her soul return to the underworld. Feeling compassion, he wrote a letter to an old friend who works in the netherworld, asking him to make an exception for Xuanli and give her a chance to cultivate the path of the ghosts.

If, over the past hundred years, she has diligently performed her duties and brought blessings to the region, she may one day be elevated to godhood and officially recognized as the Fox Goddess of Triangle Mountain, rightfully enjoying the offerings of incense.

These words were spoken.

Old Fox was thrilled, realizing that his daughter had turned misfortune into blessing.

The other civets who understood were also very excited.

That's the position of a god or spirit.

He was granted a title by the netherworld, which was perfectly legitimate.

Even just being a reserve officer is tempting enough.

This means that from now on, with the support of the netherworld, they will no longer be just ordinary mountain spirits and monsters.

"Thank you for your help, Immortal Master, and thank you for your compassion."

The old fox turned its worry into joy.

He couldn't be happier if his daughter could be saved and even have the chance to become a ghost or god.