Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

The four characters "行云布雨" (meaning "to bring clouds and rain") appear in the "Jinxi Village" treasure book on the wishing tree.

With Chen Ruoan's current Qi Sea, half a mile of lingering rain is the limit, far from enough to cure the disaster year. But if it rains for a while longer, it might also soak the long-parched land and bring long-lost warm greenery to this small world.

Chen Ruoan initially intended to grant the power of transformation, but the rich, sweet incense, carrying people's wishes, caused him to change his mind.

"You villagers have all set up memorial tablets and made offerings, calling me Lord Fox Fairy. What else is there to say? I'll grant your wishes for good weather and a bountiful harvest."

Moreover, Chen Ruoan discovered that once he possessed his own divine position, he could truly sense the power mixed within his faith.

At this moment, he can send a wisp of divine will to the temple in Jinxi Village, and strengthen his affinity with the villagers through interaction. The deeper his faith and the stronger his affinity, the more cultivation he will receive as a reward.

Using incense as a medium for communication between humans and deities means that one is simultaneously tainted by both the power of wishes and karma.

By absorbing a certain amount of vow power, Chen Ruoan can enhance his magical power and at the same time assume the responsibility of "fulfilling the vow power".

Karma is the causal connection created by the act of offering. When a person and a fox sign a spiritual contract, they establish a shared karmic relationship, with fortune and misfortune intertwined.

Beings that are neither human nor divine are most susceptible to entanglement with incense offerings and are easily entangled in karmic debts. This is also a point that Chen Ruoan is most concerned about. If the people of Jinxi Village become wicked and go astray in the future, he will need to personally sever their karmic ties.

"Among the Five Immortals of Northeast China, there is the immortal's famous path of becoming a spirit medium, and I suppose I'm about to achieve that as well."

Chen Ruoan looked at Zhang Zhiwei, but unfortunately this guy was a Taoist priest, not some kind of sorcerer.

If they could find a powerful wizard to cooperate with, the elves and wizards could complement each other and perhaps forge a new path forward.

Among the notorious practitioners of supernatural arts are the Liangshan shamans, Northeast shamans, practitioners of witchcraft and sorcery, witch doctors, and even those from the Henan region who sell water and carry banners...

There seem to be many choices, but those closely related to spirits formed from animals are nothing more than the first two. The latter are either stealing divine faith or supporting low-class ghosts, which are hardly the best choices.

"The only place that can be chosen for a spiritual abode is indeed Changbai Mountain in the Northeast."

But Northeast China, Changbai Mountain...

As Chen Ruoan thought about what would happen a few years from now, a gloomy feeling descended upon him, as somber as the rain clouds that seemed to form from its breath on the horizon.

The fox was getting sleepy and decided to spend the night in the mountains, so it dug a hole in a dead tree and settled in comfortably.

Zhang Zhiwei looked up at the rain clouds on the horizon and felt that it was an unusual phenomenon. He knew what had happened without even thinking.

He might not understand Gu poison, but having seen so many incense offerings in Longhu Mountain, he could discern the aspirations of the people in some of the beliefs. It seemed that this fox spirit had won the devout faith of the believers with his kind heart, and his supernatural powers had advanced another step.

The act of sending clouds and rain together is romantic enough.

"that is···"

The wind was still blowing westward, and the rain and mist were lingering and ambiguous, damp and sticky. Zhang Zhiwei couldn't hide in a hole like a fox, and besides, even if he hid in a tree hole, wouldn't the spring night rain make him feel damp?

Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand and sent a ray of golden light across the branches of the withered tree, slowly spreading out. The golden umbrella enveloped the withered tree, shielding this small area from the wind and rain. He then rested his arms behind his head and lay down on the clean ground that had not yet been wet by the rain.

As the night passed, the east gradually turned a pale white, and the sunlight began to peek through the trees.

Chen Ruoan climbed out of the tree hole, tidied his hair which was covered in wood chips, and saw that the Taoist was meditating, so he did not make a sound to disturb him. He simply unpacked his bag and used the two eggs given to him by Jinxi Village for breakfast.

After finishing his morning class, Zhang Zhiwei was about to get up and leave.

Upon officially entering Anhui, passing through bustling areas, one can see Hui-style architecture with white walls, black tiles, and horse-head gables everywhere. Under the arched bridges of Andong City, there are even many extraordinary performers and street vendors, creating a lively atmosphere.

Soon, Zhang Zhiwei also secured a place among them.

"You really run a fortune-telling stall?" Chen Ruoan asked.

Later, when Zhang Zhiwei chased Zhang Lingyu down the mountain, Lingyu Zhenren also went to the bottom of a bridge to tell fortunes. It just goes to show that a great teacher produces a great student.

"You know what, with a fox by my side, passersby all look at me with more respect."

Zhang Zhiwei discovered that even the most skilled beast-masters who made monkeys bang drums and gongs were nothing compared to the Taoist priests who brought foxes to tell fortunes. Compared to the black fox, all those cloth banners and signs were utterly insignificant.

Soon, people began to gather around.

"Young Taoist priest, this fox seems quite spiritual. You must have some skills of your own, so what are they compared to?"

"They also pay attention to feng shui related to marriage, career advancement and wealth, moving to a new house, and home decoration."

"How about counting people?"

"Who is it?"

"Many children have gone missing in Andong City, even the eldest son of Master Xu in the south of the city has gone missing. If you can calculate it, why don't you go and pay a visit? If you find the young master of the Xu family, Master Xu will surely reward you with a fortune!"

Zhang Zhiwei crossed his arms and looked at the person in front of him: "Why are you so concerned about the master's family's affairs?"

"Because I'm going to introduce you to Master Xu!" The man bluntly revealed the truth. If he could find an extraordinary person to solve Master Xu's family's troubles, he, as the introducer, would naturally reap a lot of benefits.

After hearing the explanation from the visitor, Zhang Zhiwei accepted it.

Chen Ruoan, who was listening nearby, didn't have any good thoughts. In today's turbulent society, human traffickers are rampant. With so many children missing and no one coming to extort them, they are probably in grave danger.

It still stood in front of the vermilion gate of the Xu family. A woman dressed in rich clothes came to greet it. It was clear that she was anxious, and her eyes were red and swollen like a goldfish from crying.

"Master, please do your best. If you can find the child, my Xu family will certainly repay you with a generous gift!"

The woman glanced at the fox and added, "The Xu family can also prepare as many of Fuxinzhai's famous roast chickens as you want for the Taoist priest's spirit pet!"

Chen Ruoan felt that the woman was not very polite.

Forget about spirit pets...

Wait, there are countless roast chickens to eat?

Damn it, Chen Ruoan suddenly felt that after becoming a fox, some of his life pursuits had become lower. He wasn't so easily satisfied before. Could it be that he was reborn just for those sizzling roast chickens?

"Taoist priest, are you sure you can do it? If not, I'll do it." Chen Ruoan opened his mouth and carefully blew out a gust of demonic wind.

"Are you sure you can do it?" Zhang Zhiwei asked rhetorically.

"A male fox cannot say no."

In one's life, one becomes entangled with countless people through fate. Familiar encounters are easily severed, but deep-seated grudges and hatreds are not so easily resolved. Chen Ruoan could follow the black thread on the woman's body to figure out the direction of the murderer.

"I'm asking you, do you hate it?" Chen Ruoan asked, startling Madam Xu.

She staggered a few steps, quickly regaining her senses, and gritted her teeth: "Someone has taken away my own flesh and blood, the child I carried for ten months! How can I not hate them?!"

very good!

Chen Ruoan looked up and saw that as Madam Xu's resentment deepened, one of the many tangled threads in her life, a dark line, grew increasingly intense.

Snapped!

The black fox leaped lightly and landed on the octagonal table in front of the hall: "Human, you may now make a wish to me."