Chapter 134: Resurrection of the Little Saint
Not only the foxes who participated in the performance were excited, but Gong Mengbi's heart was also burning with enthusiasm.
After all, this winter solstice performance is called a performance, but it should actually be called the Tianhu Academy Wuning County Fox Academy six-month pilot teaching results display activity.
Although there is still half a year before the official acceptance of the results, this display is only for Gong Mengbi's actual evaluation. But after all, the statues of Taishan Goddess and Jade Fairy Goddess are here, what if he is distracted to take a look?
Therefore, before the performance, Gong Mengbi mobilized all the foxes to give their all, show their style and courage.
When I really started to perform, it was actually very boring, because the magic spells learned by these fox spirits in the Fox Academy were very shallow, and there were countless overlaps.
The most common one is naturally illusion, but Gong Mengbi is an expert in illusion and can see through it at a glance.
The first fox that came forward demonstrated his magic. He used magic to transform into a huge ghost with ferocious fangs. From the ghost's cry, one could tell that it was inspired by a dog.
This is a clever trick, using dogs to scare other foxes so that they have no time to figure out the flaws in the illusion.
It might be useful in combat, but it's just too clever at this point.
Gong Mengbi did not criticize. He watched calmly until the end and said, "Anyone else showing off their magic skills? Come up together."
As a result, more than thirty foxes appeared at once, all of them performing magic.
A group of foxes looked at each other, and couldn't help but stick out their tongues and feel embarrassed.
Gong Mengbi, on the other hand, consoled him, "It's alright. Illusion is our specialty. It must be combined with practice and requires dedication. Just demonstrate it one by one."
Now it’s lively, colorful and bizarre.
It could be the images of immortals and gods, or the dancing demons, or endless mountains of gold and silver, or handsome men and beautiful women.
Gong Mengbi looked at them one by one, and finally named Kang Yunu as the first.
The foxes looked over and saw only a gorgeous peony stuck in Kang Yunu's hair. Apart from that, there was nothing magical about her.
The foxes were puzzled.
Gong Mengbi said, "The art of illusion is to create something out of nothing, to make the false appear real. At its highest level, it is to use the false to cultivate the true, to make the real and the unreal one. Look at your own illusions, and then look at Kang Yunu's, and you will understand why I chose her as the leader."
Kang Yunu's magic was like the peony on her temples. It was clearly out of season, yet it felt so natural, as if it had just been picked, a feeling of pure and natural beauty. The other foxes then understood why they were defeated.
Kang Yunu smiled slightly and said with a cupped hand, "Thank you!"
"Who's next?"
Next, there is finally a change, which is the technique of driving away objects.
It is still the ingenuity in the mind, the control of the brush and ink, the imitation of the image in the air, and it is still the painting of Gong Mengbi.
When he finished and presented the painting, which looked about 70% like it, Gong Mengbi nodded and said, "The brushstrokes aren't varied enough. You're strong-minded but not sensitive. Go out and see nature more often, instead of just burying yourself in practice."
The fox accepted his lesson and went down.
The ones that came up later were still some minor tricks of escaping underground and riding the wind, but Gong Mengbi watched them with great interest, for he could tell from them what progress these foxes had made.
The aura is purer. For example, Kang Yunu used to carry too much other people's essence on her body, but now it has become pure and without any impurities.
The spirit is stronger and sharper, like the little fox who paints.
In front of the Taishan Goddess and the Jade Fairy, these little foxes were displaying their lifelong learning. They couldn't compare to the wealthy and powerful who had cultivated since childhood, but they were far superior to other wild foxes. Most importantly, their temperaments were gradually becoming purer.
Gong Mengbi had an idea in his mind.
After the performance, Gong Mengbi led them to worship in front of the gods, thanking the Goddess of Mount Tai and the Jade Fairy Goddess for their kindness, and said that he would be dedicated to his Taoist practice in the future and not let them down.
The spirit of the Goddess of Mount Tai remained as responsive as ever, but Gong Mengbi had no idea whether the Jade Fairy Goddess had responded.
However, Gong Mengbi had a rough idea in his mind and could start teaching them more subtle and profound things.
Not knowing what kind of results the Jade Fairy Goddess hoped he would achieve, Gong Mengbi had no choice but to raise the upper and lower limits as much as possible, hoping to satisfy her in the end.
After the performance, there was a feast. Gong Mengbi had specially brought some fruit wine brewed by Fatty Kang from Shouyue Tower and distributed a cup to each fox. Even the fox prisoners received a cup as a holiday treat.
In the afternoon of the second day after the winter solstice.
Suddenly there was a loud thunder. Gong Mengbi came out from Shouyue Tower to look, and saw the sunshine was as bright as usual.
Gong Mengbi's heart skipped a beat and he looked in the direction where the thunder came from, but he was blocked by the layers of peaks of Longpan Mountain and could not see anything.
"Thunderbolt out of nowhere, what's the omen?"
Gong Mengbi had no idea, but he soon found out.
Late at night, ghosts and gods knocked on the door.
Gong Mengbi opened the door and saw the frightened Yaksha ghost Xiang Qian. "Brother Xiang, why are you here?"
Xiang Qian looked uneasy and said, "Small Holy Temple... I..."
He tried hard to organize his words, but in the end he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Gong Mengbi took out the moon dew and handed it to him, saying, "Take your time, don't panic."
Xiang Qian picked up the small bottle of moon dew with two fingers and drank it all in one gulp, and the restlessness in his body gradually subsided.
He used the moonlight to concentrate his mind and straightened his thoughts. He asked solemnly, "Brother Gong, I consider you a good friend, and you are also the fox fairy of the Heavenly Fox Academy. So I just want to ask you one question: Can I trust you?"
Gong Mengbi said solemnly, "Brother Xiang, trust me. I will not betray your trust."
Xiang Qian said, "Okay, come with me."
The Yaksha ghost rose up into the wind, and after a few rises and falls, it disappeared into the distance.
Gong Mengbi followed him, riding the wind, and the two of them landed directly in front of the small holy temple.
Xiang Qian stood in front of the small holy temple but did not push open the door. He felt uneasy and was extremely fearful, as if there was some ferocious beast hiding inside.
Only when Gong Mengbi looked at him did he calm down and walk in with Gong Mengbi.
There are two statues in the small holy temple, one is the small holy statue and the other is the Yaksha statue.
The small statue is dedicated to an unknown immortal god, and the Yaksha statue is Xiang Qian’s residence.
But at this moment, the small statue that had been empty for a long time without the main deity suddenly emitted a divine light that was invisible to the naked eye.
It is invisible to the naked eye, but in the eyes of ghosts and gods, and in the eyes of Gong Mengbi, it is as bright as a pearl.
Gong Mengbi's Tongtianfa and Wangqijutsu allowed him to see more. The incense curling around the statue was like a thin cloud covering the statue, and the magic power escaping from the statue turned into dancing dragons and disappeared without a trace.
Gong Mengbi's heart skipped a beat: Which master's soul is here?
The next moment, the little statue suddenly opened its eyes, looked at Yaksha Ghost and Gong Mengbi, and said, "Who is peeping at me?"
Gong Mengbi and Yakshagui were struck by lightning and retreated three steps.
The statue looked at the Yaksha ghost and sighed, "So it was you... You used my name to guard the temple. I didn't want to care about it, but I didn't expect that in the end, you still relied on this little bit of incense to escape with your life."
"Are you the Little Saint?" Yaksha Ghost asked in surprise, his face flushed red for a moment.
It was like being caught impersonating someone else. This embarrassment made the Yaksha ghost so ashamed that he wanted to run away. But he was a Yaksha ghost with great principles and would not run away.
The little saint statue gave a bitter laugh and said, "Little Saint... I don't actually have that name. I only have a Taoist name, Fire Dragon."
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