Chapter 235: Not a Good Match, Returning Fox in the Snowy Wind
Gong Mengbi bowed and said, "You are so kind, Classics."
Huangfu Dianji asked, "What's the matter with you coming to see me?"
Gong Mengbi asked, "I was planning to tell Foxzi about the history of foxes, but I'm worried about omissions. I've heard that classics are the most profound, so I came to ask for your advice."
Huangfu Dianji showed a slightly surprised look and said, "Ask about history? There are many practitioners who ask, but you are the only one who asks about history."
He pondered for a moment and said, "What history are you asking about?"
Gong Mengbi said: "Ask about the ancient foxes, the history of Qingqiu, the classics of Tushan, and also ask about the immortal saints among foxes from ancient times to the present."
Huangfu Dianji sighed slowly: "The history of Tushan can be traced, but it is difficult to look back to the homeland of Qingqiu."
"Ever since the Yellow Emperor slew Chiyou in Qingqiu, the Kingdom of Qingqiu has ceased to exist. The Qingqiu historians are nowhere to be found, and much of the ancient history has been lost. We know very little, but what we know today is that the Kingdom of Qingqiu was home to a nine-tailed celestial fox. Many of the most sacred foxes originated from that time."
"After the fall of Qingqiu, the fox clan took Tushan as its leader. Tushan's nine-tailed white fox married Dayu, helping him control floods and giving birth to many descendants."
Huangfu Dianji smiled and said, "I can't tell you everything right now, but I once compiled two volumes of 'Tushan Unofficial Tales' with a friend. One volume is about other people, and the other is about me, the fox. You can borrow them and take a look at them to get a glimpse of the style of foxes at that time. There is also a volume of 'Fox God Tales', which is a book in my collection at home. I will ask Chanyuan to bring it to you someday."
Gong Mengbi thanked Huangfu Dianji. Seeing that the grandfather and grandson seemed to have something to talk about, Gong Mengbi did not want to disturb them and took his leave first.
After Gong Mengbi left, Huangfu Dianji said with a smile: "He doesn't ask about cultivation but about classics and history. This Gong Mingfu is really a wonderful person."
Huangfu Chanyuan said, "He is indeed extraordinary. Whether it's his conversation or his cultivation, he is a first-rate and elegant person."
Huangfu Dianji stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Only a man like this is worthy of our Chanyuan."
Huangfu Chanyuan glared at him fiercely and said, "Grandpa, keep talking nonsense! Aren't you afraid that others will hear you and laugh at you for nothing?"
Huangfu Dianji said, "What's wrong with men and women loving each other?"
Huangfu Chanyuan shook her head and said, "That's what you don't understand, Grandpa. This kind of person is born to stir up trouble. He can be a first-class immortal or a first-class demon, but he won't be a first-class husband or a first-class spouse."
"It is a great blessing to be her friend. But I am afraid that I may not be able to get what I want as her wife."
Huangfu Dianji thought about it and found it quite reasonable. He said, "Chanyuan is more thoughtful. But I'd rather marry a hero than a bear. If I were to marry someone of the common type, I'm afraid she wouldn't be any better than him."
Huangfu Chanyuan smiled and said, "I am a hero, why do I need a hero to match me?"
Huangfu Dianji sighed and said, "Forget it, forget it. When you want to start a family, I'll pick one for you. Now, you keep saying this."
Inside the courtyard, grandfather and grandson enjoyed a happy family life. Outside, Gong Mengbi had borrowed "Tushan Unofficial Biography" and, after a quick glance, discovered that it contained the story of the Tushan clan fox. The story of Qingqiu Kingdom was only fragmentary and difficult to verify, but the story of the Tushan clan still circulated.
The nine-tailed fox of the Tushan clan married Dayu and later helped him control floods. After Dayu's success, the meeting of the princes was also held at Tushan. Even the casting of the Nine Cauldrons to rule the world was inseparable from the help of the Tushan clan.
However, no one knows where Tushan clan is now living in seclusion, just like the disappeared people of Qingqiu, perhaps in a cave, or perhaps outside this world.
It is difficult for foxes today to glimpse the elegance of Qingqiu and Tushan. We can only feel the aura of the foxes of that time through history books and legends.
Foxes are in touch with heaven and earth, and with ghosts and gods.
Today, the wild fox has become a treacherous demon and a lustful beast in the eyes of outsiders, and is far from the majestic appearance of the past.
Gong Mengbi closed the Tushan Gaizhuan and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.
Based on Tushan Gaizhuan, Gong Mengbi began to teach foxes about fox history.
He was very good at giving advice, not only because of his authority, but also because he was already among the wild foxes. Everything he saw, heard, thought, and felt was rooted in the soil of the wild foxes.
If you are not satisfied with your current situation and know that there are wider views above, why not climb up and take a look?
Gong Mengbi has already built ladders for them to climb the clouds and wings for them to fly, and there are also predecessors who lead the way for them.
Compared with their previous situation in the village, it is much better.
Gong Mengbi's words made them feel ashamed. After leaving his class, they went back to studying the classics and practicing cultivation, and they were no longer so impetuous.
Foxes are suspicious by nature and need to be constantly consolidated and cannot be relaxed.
The history of foxes does not need to be taught so quickly. One class a month, plus the fox festival on the full moon night, is enough to arouse their enthusiasm again and again.
The weather gradually turned colder and the first snow fell.
Gong Mengbi stood in the center of the Fox Courtyard, his red cloak blooming quietly amidst the white snow, as intense as a flame.
He stood outside the mountain gate, watching from afar, when he suddenly heard excited shouts from the snow: "Sir! Sir! We're back!"
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw five foxes running wildly in the wind and snow, sending snowflakes flying under their feet. They turned from humans into foxes, and switched from two legs to four legs to hurry forward. They stepped on the snow as if it were on water, and snowflakes danced behind them.
They were eager to return home, chirping excitedly and happily as they flew to the outside of the mountain gate. Standing before Gong Mengbi, they transformed into human form, straightened their clothes, bowed deeply, and said, "It has been months since we last met. I hope you are well, sir."
Gong Mengbi smiled, helped them up, and said, "Everything is fine. How are you?"
The five foxes still had snow on their faces, but their smiles were warm enough. "We work as staff for the community god, helping him manage the village community. We are quite valued."
"Now our statue stands next to the community god, and it receives incense and worship on weekdays."
"The villagers regard us as messengers of God. We are considered to be the bridge between the Yin and Yang worlds."
Gong Mengbi listened to them one by one, only reporting good news and not bad news. He patted their shoulders gently and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Go back and warm yourself up, don't catch a cold."
Several foxes returned to the fox house, lay on the bed, and finally relaxed completely.
In reality, it's far from easy. Villages are plagued by disputes and disputes. To demonstrate the gods' justice, concrete actions are necessary. Whether it's earning recognition before the community gods or demonstrating the gods' grace before the people, it requires dedication and wisdom.
They did not want to complain about the difficulties in front of Gong Mengbi.
But when they arrived at Fox Court and lay down on their familiar beds, they truly felt at peace.
They tossed and turned, tried to warm themselves, but couldn't fall asleep, so they got up and wandered around the Fox Courtyard, and saw Gong Mengbi still standing outside the mountain gate waiting.
Gong Mengbi had waited for them in the snow before, and now he was waiting for the other foxes to return in the same way.
They walked up to Gong Mengbi and held an umbrella for him.
Gong Mengbi laughed and said, "Why are you out again?"
"I'll wait with you."
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