Sang, who was transformed into a Taoist priest, felt his heart sink.
He had felt strange before.
The eight-tailed fox... has been hard to see since the fall of the Shang and Zhou dynasties.
How could such a Taoist person be taken advantage of by a weak totem?
So...it was the fox fairy who did it on purpose?
Fox Fairy Mountain is called Black Mountain...
The scholar's father did something irrational, so... he asked the local mountain god for help...
Could it be that...this refers to...the Ning Mansion?
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Sang turned to look at the Eighty-year King.
This time, he did not have the same posture as before, but looked at the totem of China's number one God of War with a hint of respect:
"Lord Chi You..."
The Eighty-year-old King Chiyou snorted slightly dissatisfied:
"That's all."
"Since you have the destiny to obey the dragon, I will not get involved."
"and……"
The Eighty-year King's eyes showed a trace of scrutiny:
"I feel... you are very much like an old friend of mine."
"It's just...I can't remember..."
"When did it happen?"
"Huang Di? Zhuanxu? Shaohao?"
"Forget it, I'll give you a favor."
In an instant, the huge Eighty King disappeared.
Sunlight Jin Weng and Mrs. Xiayun stood there in a daze.
"You...you actually..." Sunlight Jinweng seemed to be a little incoherent.
Sang raised his eyebrows:
"It seems... you two don't seem to want to give up?"
You know it without even thinking about it.
This sudden Nuo temple festival in Lanxi Town, among them, Bailu, Danhe, Taiyang and Xiangyun must be participating.
What's more...even the Ten Immortals are involved.
It's just that everyone has a different layout.
Dragon Turtle, Black Bamboo, and Cedar chose to go to Acheng directly.
White deer and red crane hope to get rid of the totem body completely and live for themselves.
As for the two people in front of me, they want to kill Montenegro.
But obviously, Montenegro cannot die now.
Because there is still a key person who cannot be identified.
Totem - water!
Sunlight Jin Weng and Mrs. Xiayun suddenly said in a condensed voice:
"Mr. Sang, this matter has nothing to do with you. You...don't make a mistake!"
Sang, who looked like an immortal alchemist, showed a look of regret.
"You two should be Mr. Ning and Mrs. Ning."
"It's not easy to be reincarnated from a totem to a person of Kyushu bloodline. You'd better..."
Before he finished speaking, Sunlight Golden Old Man had already rushed towards him brandishing his golden cane.
moment:
"clang!"
Taking a closer look, it was Sang, who was the Buddhist Ming King, blocking the attack of Sunlight Golden Weng.
When Mrs. Xiayun saw this, a silver crutch appeared in her hand and rushed towards Montenegro.
"Innocent!"
Sang did not take action because he still had to worry about Heishan launching an attack.
Zhenren Zhao waved his giant sword and charged forward.
With one blow, he blocked Madam Xiayun's attack.
"I can't let you two do anything like burning a mountain under any circumstances!"
"Even if you do this, it can weaken Montenegro's power!"
"Stop!"
Sang gave a final warning.
However, the two totems looked at each other with a look of determination in their eyes.
"This hatred cannot be indulged!"
At this moment, a sun suddenly appeared in the originally dark sky.
Immediately afterwards, auspicious clouds spread all over the place, clinging to the sun.
The instantaneous heat, accompanied by a rolling heat wave, enveloped the entire Black Mountain.
Looking at the rapidly dying flowers and plants around him, and listening to the wailing creatures already appearing around him, Sang sighed secretly.
So helpless!
To ensure efficiency, the two incarnations of Sang took action at the same time.
The Buddhist Ming King roared angrily, brought his own red lotus karma fire, punched out with a punch, and flew directly towards the sun above!
The incarnation of Taoism waved his fly whisk, and the breeze blew slowly around him. As he wished, the jade plate flew up, carrying bursts of spiritual light, and in turn covered the sky with clouds!
Immediately afterwards, the two incarnations rushed towards Sunlight Golden Old Man.
At the same time, the immortal alchemist stopped Heishan.
Heishan waved his folding fan lightly and smiled slightly:
"Mr. Sang's quickness and decisiveness are indeed much higher than those of the Taoist priests from Nanhua back then."
The immortal alchemist Sang shook his head slightly:
"No need to say more."
"No movement allowed!"
Montenegro shrugged:
"From the beginning to the end, they are the ones who are causing trouble for me. Since...Mr. Sang wants to solve it for me, I naturally have no objection."
Sang frowned.
He could feel that Heishan had some kind of plan, but this plan was not like a general conspiracy and had the intention of killing.
It's easy to see the clone dealing with the Sunshine King.
Master Zhao is more than capable of dealing with Mrs. Xiayun.
"When I was seven years old in this life, I inherited my destiny and knew that I must have the karma of following the dragon."
"When I was eight years old, Hebian and I awakened part of our past memories."
"When I was nine years old, I followed an old monk to practice Buddhism. While meditating on Buddhist principles, I met an old Taoist priest..."
"If an ordinary person has a conspiracy, I can see the cause and effect of their karma."
"I see cause and effect from you, but I can't see karma."
"What exactly do you want to do?"
"If... your move is not intended to cause trouble to Ming Dynasty, I can help mediate. This is not a hypocritical statement."
Heishan tilted his head slightly:
"How about... let me first let you know what the Ning Mansion did a long time ago?"
Sang was slightly startled.
He nodded immediately.
But he saw Heishan throwing a folding fan, and the fan quickly expanded in the air, gradually covering the entire mountain.
Looking at the vivid eight-tailed fox inside the fan, its body gradually dispersed into a piece of ink.
Immediately afterwards, an ancient picture slowly appeared inside the fan.
"Mr. Sang, please."
"Don't worry, as long as Master Zhao and your incarnation protect me, I will never... do anything unnecessary!"
Sang thought for a moment and then nodded:
"Okay, I believe you once!"
After saying that, Sang raised his hand, and the moment he touched the fan in front of him, he was included in it.
Looking around, you can see a somewhat rundown small village.
In the villages and towns, some skinny-looking people chanted names such as "Xiao Ming Wang" and "Zhu Chongba".
Sang's eyebrows moved.
"Is this... the time when the Red Scarf Army rebels?"
"But...Heishan mentioned the scholar..."
"In this chaotic era, scholars are still rare."
"It should be easy to find."
Thinking of this, Sang stopped a common man on the roadside and asked, and got the answer easily.
The only scholar in town is from the Ning family, named Ning Fei.
His father, Ning Yi, was a small businessman. Although he did not make much money, in this world, he could still provide enough food for others.
It sounds simple.
This ancestor of the Ning family seems to have a relatively clean background.
But soon, Sang realized a problem.
First of all, when the villagers mentioned Ning Fei, they were sincerely boastful. But when they mentioned Ning Yi, there was some disgust in their eyes.
This shows that Ning Yi's reputation in the town is probably not very good. Or, he may have a grudge against the person in front of him.
Secondly, in this world, people are in dire straits, and a wealthy household has to live frugally, but a small businessman can live a pretty good life.
If you are a completely responsible person, I am afraid it will be difficult to do it.
Thinking of this, Sang followed the other party's instructions and came to the place where the Ning family lived.
Judging from the geographical location, it is not much different from the original Ning Mansion.
In the slightly dilapidated courtyard, listening to the sound of Lang reading aloud, Sang stepped forward and said hello after thinking about it.
For Sang, who has studied the three religions since childhood, it is not difficult to win the favor of a scholar.
After a while, Ning Fei patted Sang on the shoulder, as if he felt like an old friend at first sight.
His mother, Ning, is working.
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Ning Yi is not here, and according to Ning Fei's words, he is engaged in the business of weighing hands.
When Sang heard this, he suddenly understood.
This trade was considered a very important trade before and during the Tang Dynasty. Some special scalers were really capable of helping ghosts trade.
However, after the Song Dynasty, scale hands began to decline.
Today's scalers are just an industry that makes money from the difference in price, and will be annoying from time to time.
It's no wonder that Ning was not welcomed by others for a while.
Soon, Ning Yi came back.
What he saw head on was a man with a slender face and a somewhat mean-looking facial features.
However, in the man's hand, he actually held a fox covered in blood. This fox had eight tails!
Eight-tailed fox?
Originally the mountain god of Fox Fairy Mountain?
In surprise, Ning Fei on the side seemed to have seen something strange.
"Hehe... I feel like I've made a fortune today!"
"Quietly, I caught a fox, and I have some broth for dinner!"
"If you peel the skin off when the time comes, you can still sell it for a good price!"
Just as he was talking, Ning Yi noticed Sang who was watching, a look of vigilance suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he subconsciously put the fox behind him.
Sang didn't bother to care about this kind of thing, he just felt strange.
The white fox at this time must have become the mountain god of the Fox Fairy Mountain.
No matter how weak the mountain god is, it is not something that an ordinary person can easily deal with.
unless……
Just in time for the fox to condense its eighth tail and encounter disaster!
After all, foxes are among the animals that can easily unlock their wisdom. As the number of tails increases, their moral conduct and wisdom will also increase.
At this time, he committed a murderous robbery and was dying, but Ning Yi happened to miss him. This makes sense.
"Father, no!"
Ning Fei saw that the fox actually had eight tails. Those who had read books would naturally know what kind of creature this was.
"Father, look at this protective body and its eight tails. It must be a very spiritual animal."
"If we kill it, we...I'm afraid we will suffer retribution!"
"Now that the Red Scarf Army is revolting, everything is not peaceful. Don't get yourself into trouble because of this kind of thing!"
Obviously, Ning Yi had high hopes for Ning Fei and was very concerned about the opinions of this scholar's son.
Ning Yi nodded without any further hesitation.
Ning Fei took this opportunity and hoped to keep the fox at home.
Such a creature already has wisdom, and it will be a meritorious deed once the injury is healed.
Seeing this, Sang couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
It seems that the situation is not as he thought. The Ning family killed the fox fairy, but instead... raised the fox fairy?
That being the case...why did this fox fairy cause enmity with the Ning family...?