Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

"It actually took human form?" Fang Dongtian was speechless.

According to the elders in the temple, it takes decades or even hundreds of years of cultivation for immortals in Changbai Mountain to transform into human form. But this fox in front of me, judging from its teeth and body shape, is clearly a small fox, yet it has managed to cultivate into human form.

That's how it looks. I don't know if it's because of its clothing style, but from a distance, it looks a bit too big and bulky.

Fang Dongtian was unaware that the fox's wide robe was entirely supported by its tail.

Why are you afraid to show your true face?

"Foxes are skilled in bewitching, so they naturally need to conceal it."

"That's right, to be honest, sometimes I can smell your scent from three steps away. Of course, it's not a foxy smell, but a light fragrance that's been cleansed by the moonlight, and it smells quite pleasant."

Fang Dongtian withdrew his gaze and laughed, "It's good that you're hiding. Foxes are too beautiful and charming, which will corrupt people's cultivation. Who says that male foxes can't be 'femme fatales'?"

The young Taoist priest thought he had made a good joke, but Chen Ruoan couldn't laugh at all.

As the saying goes, prejudice in people's hearts is like a Chengdu. In its previous life, Anhu had already developed deep prejudices. If it could, it would rather that phrases like "male beauty is a source of trouble" came from the mouth of a woman.

"I should return to my immortal abode to cultivate." Chen Ruoan had the idea of ​​leaving.

"Wait a moment, I'll bring you something."

Fang Dongtian went to the pine tree in the back courtyard of the temple and took out a stack of papers. On them were the classic texts and scriptures that his master usually made him copy as punishment. There were excerpts from "The Essentials of Life and Destiny" and some basic cultivation methods. None of them were considered secrets within the sect.

"My aptitude is still shallow, and I am not familiar with the cultivation of foxes, so I am not qualified to be a teacher."

"Thank you." Chen Ruoan put the paper away, rode the clouds, and returned to his immortal abode.

The fifth floor of the Inviting Moon Pavilion was a place reserved by the fox for gazing at the mountains and meditating in peace. Here, it spread out the pages and began to study them carefully and attentively.

After looking at it for a while, Chen Ruoan was delighted to find that the paper was not a direct copy of some classic texts, but also included some of Fang Dongtian's insights and experiences from his meditation and copying.

Some of the conclusions were so insightful that Chen Ruoan was genuinely impressed.

In fact, Fang Dongtian had no need to feel ashamed. With just a few notes on the paper, An Fox felt that this young Taoist priest would definitely occupy a place in the Taoist sect in the future.

There is frequent interaction within the Taoist community. Sometimes a Taoist priest will be transferred between different Taoist temples. Chen Ruoan even wondered if this Fang Dongtian might be the future Master Fang who will be in charge of the Baiyun Temple in the capital.

Of course, if that were really the case, it would be too much of a coincidence.

Chen Ruoan then followed the Quanzhen School's method of "cultivating both body and mind," integrating the fox's nature and cultivating on his own.

Playing and cultivating life, observing the moon and refining one's nature—this is called the fox's dual cultivation of "life" and "nature".

During the day, Chen Ruoan would chase rabbits and play with birds in the mountains and fields of Aolai Peak, leaping and climbing, honing his physique in the fun of nature, and perfecting his "life" skills.

As night falls, one ascends to the top of the Inviting the Moon Pavilion, sits quietly facing the moon, and draws upon the moon's gentle light to cleanse the mind and spirit, while the spiritual energy of Mount Tai nurtures the character, thus perfecting the practice of "sexuality".

With time and effort, one can achieve great results.

As the forests at the foot of Mount Tai turned yellow, Chen Ruoan's fur completely disappeared, and his sharp fox mouth softened into warm lips, leaving only his fox ears on his head and the tip of his tail behind him.

"Movies and novels are right, the fox's ears and tail are indeed the hardest to hide."

Chen Ruoan exhaled a puff of smoke, which transformed into a black-clad youth. He possessed seven parts handsomeness and three parts fox-like charm, naturally elegant and otherworldly, yet also imbued with the sinister and demonic nature unique to the fox clan.

Just as Chen Ruoan had wished, he was an exceptionally handsome young man. Due to his practice of worshipping the moon and his preference for yin over yang, he had feminine features and was almost becoming a two-tailed creature like Wang Zhenqiu.

The five demons cheered and jumped for joy around the fox-eared, black-clad boy.

"Congratulations, Master! Although your ears and tail still have a few minor flaws, they don't detract from your overall appearance. You are now in your elegant human form!"

flaw?

This is where the Qing Dynasty loyalists were ignorant.

In later generations, this wouldn't be called a "flaw," but rather a "cute point."

Chen Ruoan leaned against the railing, gazing at the mountains and the moon. When the mountain wind suddenly stopped, he squinted his eyes and awakened the wishing tree in his soul.

Over the past few months, the fox and Fang Dongtian have worked together and formed a shallow bond. The precious document engraved with Fang Dongtian's name emits a faint blue light and hangs on the branch, shimmering with a gentle glow.

"Now that I have been given a human body, I naturally want to take a walk around Mount Tai. I must be careful in my words and deeds, so I pray for a way to conceal my body and avoid harm."

Chen Ruoan thought of the "Shadow Form Technique" and gently shook the edge of the thread.

As soon as the treasure scroll was lit, no "shadowing" technique for invisibility appeared. Instead, an oil-paper umbrella fell from the branch. It had a green bamboo frame and a black surface with light gold patterns.

"Why is it an umbrella?"

The rewards framed by the Wishing Tree never deviate too much; could the hidden secret be within the umbrella?

Chen Ruoan opened the oiled paper umbrella and noticed that it had a precious light and was not an ordinary object, but a well-made ritual implement.

Under the umbrella's protection, unless one uses the "observation" technique, ordinary people with supernatural abilities would have no way of noticing the umbrella's location.

Chen Ruoan opened her eyes, raised her hand and grasped the oil-paper umbrella, which fell into her palm.

He chuckled softly, stroked his umbrella, and said, "Your wishing tree certainly has a certain charm."

If I were to walk through the rain-soaked alleys of Jiangnan with an umbrella, would a melancholy girl, as delicate as a lilac, meet me, a young man who is half fox and half human?

shuh~

Chen Ruoan turned around, holding an umbrella, and disappeared into the moonlight.

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Today is the fifteenth, a day for the grand market at the foot of Mount Tai. Chen Ruoan picks up his oil-paper umbrella, isolating himself from the world, and weaves through the crowd.

The east side of the market was where itinerant performers set up stalls and sold their art, offering the most entertainment. Chen Ruoan happily followed the crowd there.

Making a living was not easy during the Republic of China era. Some eccentric individuals would travel all over the country and sell their skills at overpasses and markets to earn some travel expenses.

Even the infamous Ghost Hand Wang Yaozu of the "Quanxing" gang only did odd jobs and street performances.

This area of ​​Mount Tai is naturally not lacking in extraordinary people.

Boom boom boom!

Chen Ruoan heard a gong and saw a monkey wearing a small red hat doing somersaults in response to the sound. After completing the action, it clasped its hands in a gesture of goodwill, which made the onlookers, young and old, laugh and joke.

Finally, it carried the bamboo basket around the field, and the onlookers laughed and threw coins into the basket, which jingled as they landed. The monkey, on the other hand, was all smiles, jumping around, scratching its head and wagging its tail.

Judging from today's earnings, I can probably afford to eat a few more bananas.

"Beastmaster?"

Chen Ruoan stopped to watch and discovered that the tacit understanding between the monkey and the monkey trainer was something that could not be achieved through training alone. The man manipulated the monkey with such ease.

The fox didn't mind watching for a little too long.

After the audience dispersed, the monkey trainer packed up his things, shouldered his luggage, and suddenly nodded in Chen Ruoan's direction: "Are you curious about my skills?"

"Huh?" The fox was startled. How could my newly acquired magical artifact break so easily?

Doesn't the wishing tree have any dignity?

"Sir, why don't you show yourself and we can talk? To me, you are like a hazy mist. And there's something strange: why can't I see you, yet I can communicate with you using Qi?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ruoan understood.

It's not a problem with the oil-paper umbrella.

Animal trainers communicate with animals using "qi," a unique technique employed by monkey trainers, which creates a fascinating synergy with their fox-like identities.

An Fox was about to reply when she saw the beastly master clap his hands together, overjoyed.

"I understand! It must be because my skills have improved, and I can now communicate with people using Qi!"

Ultimately, humans are just animals too!