Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, but Thunderbolt Taoist Sect

Chapter 164 Ding Ziming: Oh no!

Fox spirits are skilled in transformation techniques, and it's not uncommon for male foxes to transform into beautiful women to seduce people. Therefore, it's very simple for the white fox to want to look like Feng San Niang. Essentially, it's all about transformation and face-sculpting; it can change whenever it wants.

Generally speaking, once one's cultivation reaches a certain level, one will settle on a common appearance. In order to live in human society in the future, one certainly cannot have a different face every day.

Feng San Niang's current appearance represents her. If the white fox is using her image to cause trouble, and someone actually recognizes Feng San Niang during this process, it will be difficult to explain the situation.

After all, in terms of their true identities, one is a fox demon and the other a fox spirit; neither of them are human, and to those who don't know the truth, there's not much difference between them.

Yue Wuque and his group didn't come here to do nothing. Because of their special appearance and the fact that the Xiantian people had already spread Kai's reputation, the white fox who came here had a thought.

Feng San Niang caused him to lose his tail, and the white fox harbored resentment in his heart. That's why he used her appearance to act. In this way, he could not only ruin his enemy's image, but also leave behind her appearance to create enmity. Feng San Niang would definitely come to settle accounts with him. If he really offended someone, when the person in charge came, he could take the opportunity to hide, and others would turn their anger towards Feng San Niang.

Just because he lacked the strength to retaliate directly didn't mean he wouldn't use other methods. Unfortunately, Yue Wuque was a tough nut to crack; when he saw the tree trunk snapped in two with a single palm strike, he was so frightened that his fur stood on end.

"The ones you mentioned are all highly skilled individuals, but aren't there any others you shouldn't mess with?"

The white fox is still in Feng San Niang's appearance. There are several chattering little people at her feet, only up to a normal person's knees. They are a group of little fox spirits with insufficient cultivation.

Foxes are widely distributed, practically "everywhere." The white fox had no relation to them; it was just looking for information about the local area.

The white fox learned of Meng Danqing's existence from these little creatures. Although they initially said that these immortal-like people were very powerful, the white fox didn't pay much attention. These little monsters, who couldn't even transform into human form, were easily killed by ordinary people with an axe or by hunters with a dog, let alone Taoist priests and monks. To these little monsters, everyone was powerful.

Unexpectedly, this time the "very impressive" assessment was not only genuine, but in a sense, it underestimated the scope of the issue. In any case, the White Fox dared not bother Meng Danqing anymore.

But he couldn't just sit idly by and wait to die. Feng San Niang had probably already caught up. If he didn't want to be skinned alive and turned into a scarf, he had to quickly use this appearance to cause Feng San Niang some trouble.

"Aren't there any easy-to-bully Taoist priests or monks here? Or daughters of officials, or lecherous men?"

If we can't afford to offend those living outside the city, we can provoke those inside. As long as we can ruin Feng San Niang's reputation, we'll do whatever it takes.

There was a poor scholar named Gu who was twenty-five years old and still unmarried.

A petty person said this.

"Still unmarried at twenty-five? Perhaps he has some kind of illness?"

Although men are supposed to reach adulthood at twenty, many marry and have children before that. If a man marries and has children early, it is common for fathers and sons to study together and take the imperial examinations together. If a man is not married by twenty-five, that is too late.

"That scholar was very poor, and no one wanted to marry him. But he was very talented and famous."

Seemingly an easy target, the white fox inquired carefully about this scholar Gu before heading to town. Not long after she left, before the little fox spirits had even departed, Feng San Niang herself returned, following their trail, giving the little figures on the ground a fright.

Judging from her appearance, Feng San Niang looked exactly like the person who had just left, as if the person who had just left had suddenly returned. However, judging from her aura, the two were completely different, and their temperaments were worlds apart.

"gone?"

Feng San Niang looked around and saw only a few unfamiliar little fox spirits. Judging from their background, they were just ordinary wild foxes and probably had little to do with that guy.

However, the reactions of these foxes were clearly due to their surprise at her appearance. Recognizing this face indicated that these foxes had seen the white fox she was chasing.

"I ask you, have you ever seen a white fox spirit who looks like me?"

"I've seen it, I've met it."

Feng San Niang's cultivation was higher, and even though she didn't understand the relationship between them, these powerless little demons could only obediently tell the truth. When she learned that the white fox was going to use her image to harm people again, Feng San Niang couldn't help but curse again.

"That damn beast deserves to be taught a lesson!"

She was originally a good-tempered person, but now that she was chasing this white fox, her temper was getting worse. Feng San Niang was a fox spirit with some reputation, and if that white fox kept doing this, her bad reputation would eventually reach the ears of acquaintances.

So many people were catching monsters before, how come this infuriating fellow wasn't caught? Feng San Niang thought to herself, innocent little monsters were captured, but this wicked demon who did evil escaped.

Once we catch him, we'll take him to apologize to the two young masters first, then skin him to make a scarf for my sister. After all, he's a white fox; even though his heart is rotten, his pelt is still a valuable thing.

What? Fratricide? These monsters that wreak havoc everywhere are never related to the fox spirits.

……

At the White Lotus Sect's headquarters, the Ninth Prince was still dressed as a noble young master, holding a folding fan and pacing around Juan Shoutian.

"So, that was the Taoist priest himself in the sky earlier?"

Although Tianjian Feitian appeared for a short time, his presence was very strong during that time. Not only did he easily shatter all of Ying's defensive capabilities with his sword energy, but the Ninth Prince, who was still on the ground at the time, felt the fighting spirit on Tianjian Feitian's body and almost didn't recognize him after seeing his appearance.

His intuition told him that it was the same Juan Shoutian he had seen before, but the difference in temperament was too great. In the past, Juan Shoutian had made him mistake him for a golden crow or a phoenix. Now that he saw Tianjian Feitian, the Ninth Prince felt like he had met a world-destroying demon king.

Tianjian Feitian's body instinctively emits a dual-polarity non-heavenly consciousness, which can ignite the fighting spirit of others and attract powerful individuals to challenge him. This is what Liu Qingyuan was most worried about when he released him; he feared that the local immortals would fight Tianjian Feitian because of this dual-polarity non-heavenly consciousness.

While he is indeed the original, the state of these characters shows that the alternate identities are not subject to much restriction, and it's not impossible for an alternate identity to fight the original. Tianjian Feitian is also a martial arts fanatic; if a fight were to break out, Liu Qingyuan felt she wouldn't be able to hold him back.

Even if they manage to hold off the enemy, the other side might not be able to stop someone who wants to fight, so Liu Qingyuan tries to minimize Tianjian Feitian's appearances.

The fact that a fight didn't break out at the time was due to several factors, including Yuan Wuxiang holding them back, the short time frame, and the fact that illegal travelers attracted more hatred. The presence of the Ninth Prince also played a significant role; his high status allowed him to keep the restless others in check.

Even though he knew there were friendly forces there, his actual impression was still quite different from what he had seen. Anyway, when he looked at Juan Shoutian now, he still couldn't imagine that the other party was the same person as Tianjian Feitian.

"Many people say that Juan Shoutian and Tianjian Feitian are too different and are clearly two different beings. However, in my opinion, they are both Little Master's good friends."

The White Lotus Sect left behind by Yi Yang and others was a huge mess. Shuang Xiu and Mo Xunzong stayed behind to clean it up, while Qing Yangzi and Jing Taojun stayed behind to take charge of the demon side.

Shou Wanjie simply left. The biggest selling point of the White Lotus Sect's evil deeds is the Asura King. His presence here would only have the opposite effect, so it would be better for him to simply disappear. Even the most fervent believers would lose confidence if they couldn't wait for Shou Wanjie to return.

These are all arrangements made by Liu Qingyuan. On the local side, there is also Wang Liulang, the minor city god, as well as matters concerning the underworld, and the human government as well.

But no one knows why the Ninth Prince stayed here.

"Isn't Young Master Zhang going back?"

Yuan Wuxiang asked, "Young Master Zhang is the alias of the Ninth Prince. This big shot didn't return to heaven after capturing the transmigrators; he stayed here all this time."

Because of the presence of such an important figure, Wang Liulang and the others dared not approach.

"There's nothing urgent going on in the air right now, and I specifically set aside some free time for this trip."

Without luxurious carriages or officials in attendance, the Ninth Prince stood here alone, truly resembling a leisurely prince. This one, perhaps, was also someone who enjoyed joining in the fun.

"Neither demon nor saint nor celestial, your place is getting more and more interesting. Don't you have any way to introduce me to it?"

"No."

So that's what you were thinking about. Yuan Wuxiang couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Last time, they met because of Xi Fangping's matter and talked a lot with the Ninth Prince about the Bitter Realm's innate aspects. At that time, this person became curious and wanted to go to the Bitter Realm to take a look.

Putting aside whether these system aliases have any way to get to the real puppet show world, given the danger level of the Bitter Realm, he's even more afraid that if the Ninth Prince goes there, he'll be treated exceptionally well, and who knows what he'll encounter then.

"Judging from the will of Heaven here, it seems to dislike contact with other worlds."

With so many invading illegal travelers, they're practically turning his own house into a sieve. If he were the Heavenly Dao, he probably wouldn't like the activity of "visiting other people's homes."

Furthermore, the Ninth Prince has a special status and should not be allowed to leave this world.

"Really not?"

The Ninth Prince seems to be quite disappointed.

"Really do not have."

Let alone Yuan Wuxiang Juan Shou Tian, ​​even if you asked Liu Qingyuan, he could only say "no." Even if the system could actually do it, he would still have to say no.

Otherwise, what if this great deity suddenly decides to run away, and the Jade Emperor comes looking for him? Are we supposed to tell him, "Your youngest son went on a trip to another world"?

"Who exactly is this amazing expert?"

Wang Liulang watched from afar as Shuangxiu chatted with the person called "Young Master Zhang." Given his position, it was impossible for him to know the Ninth Prince. He could only tell that the other party was a very extraordinary deity. He felt as if he would be blinded by divine light if he took a step closer.

"...Are you really the City God?"

As soon as Xiao Er came out, he saw the so-called City God from the next town hiding in the corner, looking at the few people shining brightly in front of him like a thief. Xiao Er's filter of the gods was slowly shattering.

The young man possessed exceptional talent for cultivation. After learning a multitude of spells, he even gained the ability to see ghosts. He saw Wang Liulang before he even deliberately revealed himself. Upon further questioning out of curiosity, she learned that the young man was actually a City God.

As for the City God, she had only ever seen statues in City God temples before, and they were all incredibly majestic. But the one in front of her looked like a boy who was only a few years older than her. His overly lively movements greatly diminished his official aura, and now he was peeking at the corner of the wall.

This isn't the City God at all; it's just like those young men who used to run around the village, teasing cats and dogs, and occasionally getting chased by geese.

"After all, I've only just taken office. I used to spend all my time in the river, so how would I know how to be a City God..."

Hearing Xiao Er's doubts, Wang Liulang slowly straightened up. He realized that his actions just now were indeed inappropriate, but there was nothing he could do. He had only been in office for a few months, and the town of Wu he was in was not very big. He usually had few things to manage, and such a short time was not enough for him to develop an "official air".

When Mu Longjun recommended him, he was thinking of giving Wang Liulang a good home. His reason for recommending him was not his talent, but his kindness in giving up his hard-won chance to escape as a water ghost to save a drowning person.

If you go to Wuzhen now, you can still hear locals saying that the City God Temple is "almost always responsive to requests." This doesn't sound like a City God at all; it sounds more like a kind-hearted old man. In any case, given the current situation, Wang Liulang's style doesn't qualify him as a "government official" in the traditional sense.

"Soaking in the water, were you once a water spirit?"

Perhaps it was because Wang Liulang looked so approachable that the waiter couldn't help but treat him as a peer. After all, his appearance didn't match the title of "City God" at all, and the official robes he wore showed no dignity whatsoever.

"No, I used to be a water ghost. I was recommended by others to become the City God."

"A water ghost?!"

The waiter scrutinized Wang Liulang again. Very well, an identity even more unbelievable than the City God had appeared. Was he a water ghost that lurked in the shadows and would pull people across the river into the water to take their place? This didn't make sense.

"Yes, I liked to drink when I was alive. I got drunk, fell into the river and drowned. I was a water ghost in the river for several years."

"Then how did you become the City God?"

From a human to a water ghost, and then from a water ghost to the City God, isn't this experience another kind of "promotion"?

So much time has passed, and Wang Liulang has long since come to terms with his death. He died in a daze, neither murdered nor wronged. Even when he was dying, Bai Qiulian, who was swimming by at the time, tried to save him, although she failed. Wang Liulang had no resentment in his heart.

So he told her his story, and the waitress was deeply moved when she heard that Wang Liulang had saved a woman from drowning. Her family had been Buddhists, and naturally admired Wang Liulang's good deed.

"Waiter, waiter?"

Xiao Er's sister-in-law couldn't find her and called out to the surroundings. After all, this was the territory of the White Lotus Sect, and she had to keep an eye on the child, so she couldn't wander around. She could only call out from the spot.

"She might have gone somewhere else. I'll go look for her."

Ding Ziming volunteered to go find him. Zhao Wang, under various pressures, decided to leave the White Lotus Sect and would definitely return to his previous life. He wanted to marry Xiao Er, so he naturally wanted to build a good relationship with Zhao Wang's family as much as possible.

He guessed that the waiter might have gone out to find those immortal-like figures, so he went straight to where Shuangxiu was. Not far away, he saw his beloved chatting and laughing with a young man dressed in a magnificent official robe.

The boy's body was somewhat transparent, making him look like a ghost, but were there ghosts in this place? Or perhaps a ghost dressed in official robes?

Wait a minute, how come Xiao Er and he are so close? When did they meet?

In an instant, Ding Ziming felt a sense of crisis.