The story begins with the bride marrying off her daughter, and the woman, at the age of one hundred,

Time flies.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave remains as prosperous as ever.

In front of the Sutra Repository, amidst pine and cypress trees.

Under the cool shade of the trees, an old Taoist priest in a gray robe sat on a blue stone, wearing a straw hat and holding a fishing rod, looking calm and composed.

Amidst the lush green branches and leaves of the tree, a plump, round-faced chicken, growing increasingly bloated, stood on the treetop, fast asleep.

Two chubby, fluffy raccoons were wandering around the old Taoist's feet under the tree. One of them, a white and gold raccoon, would occasionally nibble at his trouser leg, only to be quickly pounced on by the other, a black and white raccoon, which bared its teeth and hissed to stop it, fully demonstrating what it meant to be the older sister's bloodline dominance.

The old Taoist priest in gray robes was naturally of longevity.

He looked down at the two raccoon dogs frolicking at his feet, their clumsy antics filling him with a smile.

Two years is enough time for the two kids to grow up.

One of them, entirely black except for its four snow-white hooves, was named "Treading Snow" by him; it was the older sister.

The other one, entirely white except for its golden forehead, is the younger brother.

If a raccoon of this quality has a black forehead, it is a general holding a seal. However, the younger brother has a golden forehead, so he holds a golden seal instead of a tiger tally. He is known as the Snow King by the Chang family.

It symbolizes the king of foxes.

The older sister often suppresses her younger brother, and from another perspective, the name "Treading Snow" is also well-deserved.

As for where the white and golden hair came from?

By sending his two cubs to visit relatives each year and making contact with the old fox and the revived Xuan fox's soul, Changshou learned the reason.

The father of the two kittens is a white cat.

Both cubs showed signs of their biological father, but none showed signs of their biological mother, which shows that their biological father was powerful and that his bloodline was stronger than that of the black fox.

As for the golden retriever and the black fox, little was known.

Her husband rarely mentioned his background.

Whenever he was mentioned gazing westward, his eyes would wander into a trance. He only mentioned briefly that his biological father was a golden raccoon, but never his biological mother.

Chang Shou had secretly pondered and suspected that the children's grandmother was a white cat, but she had a bad relationship with the children's biological father. The golden seal on Xue Wang's head should resemble his grandfather's.

It can't be that Xuanli cheated on her husband, and the two children were half-brothers. Although demons don't have much sense of propriety and are very unrestrained in reproduction, Xuanli and her husband had a good relationship.

This guess seems absurd no matter how you look at it.

With a thud, a heavy object fell to the ground.

Changshou glanced over and saw the round-faced, fat chicken fall from the tree, landing cheek-first in the layer of dead branches and fallen leaves, its two claws twitching in pain.

Meowing came from above, a sound that conveyed both the joy of a successful prank and the worry that the round-faced, chubby chicken might get hurt.

Chang Shou couldn't help but stroke his beard and smile.

While he was deep in thought, two raccoons moved from under the tree to the top and sneaked up to the round-faced fat chicken. They wanted to scare him when he wasn't paying attention, but they were so startled that the round-faced fat chicken fell down.

Seeing that the round-faced, chubby chicken had pulled itself out, it angrily took flight and launched a charge.

Chang Shou reminded him:

"Night Owl, watch your step."

Changshou was the name he gave to Fatty Chicken.

When the two chicks were three months old, he named them Round-faced, chubby chickens that clucked, as if asking himself to treat them equally.

During that period, Chang Shou was constantly harassed by him.

Frustrated beyond end, Chang Shou simply gave him a name: Night Owl.

That's right, it's a homophone for "late-night snack".

It's all because this guy always tempts me to eat late-night snacks.

"Coo coo~!"

The night owl rolled its eyes in annoyance.

After learning about the master's perverse tastes and the unusual meaning of his name, he felt extremely disgusted every time he heard it and couldn't help but complain.

You should know that I'm nocturnal.

Your midnight snack is my main meal.

There's a limit to how perfunctory you can be.

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He glanced indifferently at the round-faced, chubby chicken.

Chang Shou continued fishing with an air of nonchalance.

I don't understand animal language.

Before the Night Owl refined the transverse bone, this foolish bird automatically interpreted all of its accusations as self-praise.

As for the resentful look in his eyes and the aggrieved expression, he must have been seeing things. After all, as people get older, their eyesight does deteriorate.

What bad intentions could an old man possibly have?

Especially a kind and honest old man.

Sunlight spilled into the ditch, the water was clear and sparkling. Changshou sat on the blue stone, collected his thoughts, and focused on fishing.

Flowing water and an old man, sunlight and shade.

The interplay of movement and stillness, light and shadow, creates a harmonious and vivid picture of fishing. The chase between the night owl and the raccoon adds a touch of wildness, filling the scene with a sense of tranquility.

Not far away.

A monk witnessed this scene.

He was overjoyed at the sight of the fisherman, took out his tools, used a relatively flat stone nearby as a table, and quickly wielded his brush to paint this fishing picture.

The monk's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

His brushstrokes flowed as if guided by a divine hand; ordinary cloth and ink seemed to radiate a divine light, and the scenes he depicted were imbued with a touch of spiritual charm.

Waiting for the monk to finish writing.

A lifelike scene leaps onto the silk.

At the same time.

The fishing line suddenly taut, and the fishing rod abruptly sank.

Chang Shou's face lit up with joy. He immediately pulled hard and felt the strength on the other end growing stronger. He knew it was a big one. He was even more delighted. He secretly used a clever trick and suddenly loosened and tightened the rod. The rod spun around in the water a few times and he pulled up the fish.

It was a carp that was entirely emerald green.

It is about two feet long, with a slender body, dense scales, and a dragon's whiskers, and is full of vitality.

This is a spirit fish from the cave, named the Spirit Hidden Fish.

This fish possesses a trace of dragon blood and is one of the many types of dragonfish, found in the various waters of the Xieyue Sanxing Cave.

Dragons can be large or small, and can be born or hide.

On a grand scale, it can stir up clouds and mist; on a small scale, it can conceal itself and hide its form.

The Lingyin Fish inherited this trait from the dragon race.

In the vast and deep Linghu Lake, they do not need to restrain their bodies. However, when they occasionally swim to narrow streams, they will instinctively hide themselves and shrink to the size of a two-inch loach.

There are gains and losses.

This ability greatly enhances the survival ability of the Lingyin Fish, but it also makes it difficult for them to develop intelligence; their consciousness remains as ignorant and unenlightened as that of ordinary fish.

This would allow the disciples in the cave to fish without any burden, without fear of accidentally eating a sentient being. On the contrary, they hoped to catch a Spirit Hidden Fish that had gained sentience, and with careful nurturing, they might have another intelligent servant in the future.

However, fishing is not easy either.

Lingyin fish are picky eaters, very particular about their food.

The bait that can be used to catch common fish is of no interest to them.

However, if the investment is increased, the input and output will be equal, which is just making a lot of noise but not actually earning anything. Therefore, apart from those seasoned foodies, the disciples in the cave rarely fish for Lingyin fish.

Occasionally, a fish will be caught, which is a pleasant surprise.

The kind of place where you'd invite a few close friends to enjoy it together.

Enjoying delicious food is the real thing.

It's true that they wanted to show off a little.

Starting a year and a half ago, Chang Shou has been able to catch at least one Lingyin fish every month.

This is related to the spiritual food he concocted.

The other ingredients are no different from those used for fishing for common silverfish, except for the addition of some crushed monkey hair.

The monkey hair naturally comes from Sun Wukong.

Although he had not yet formally begun cultivation, and his spirituality was concealed and his supernatural powers were not manifest, he was still an innate deity. The monkey hair soaked in warm spiritual peach wine would inevitably grow somewhat different.

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You're in for a treat tonight.

I've got the Lingyin fish.

Chang Shou got up and put away his fishing rod.

He carried a fish basket in one hand and a walking stick in the other, moving forward.

The round-faced, chubby chicken chased and frolicked around him.

We walked out of the woods and onto the path.

He saw the smiling monk standing there, shook his fish basket, and laughed:

"I have no friends in this world, and the ingredients are in hand."

Please cook for me tonight, so as not to waste this excellent spiritual food.

The monk licked his lips, his stomach rumbling with anticipation. He clasped his hands together, uttered "Amitabha," and smiled.

"Rest assured, fellow Daoist, this humble monk will use all his skills to ensure that Junior Brother Wukong is not disappointed and that he has a proper birthday celebration."