Chapter 3: Borrowing Fox Grain from a Desolate Mountain Grave

"I have to buy some clothes to wash and change. Although I have established the Innate Dao body and the body is pure with little sweat and dirt, I have not yet been able to refine magic power, so I cannot use spells to remove dirt and dust. And I cannot protect my clothes from getting dirty. And this outfit of mine is too eye-catching, brocade clothes and fine garments, not suitable for traveling, and this body is young... it will inevitably cause trouble."

"Better to prepare a few sets of cyan cloth Dao robes, ordinary people's clothes!"

"And the Samsara mission three days later, I don't know what the situation is. I have to prepare a few sets of disguises..." Thinking of this, Qian Chen joked to himself: "This body has red lips and white teeth. If I want to disguise it, it's best to dress up as a maid or a young lady. Relying on the makeup evil arts of my previous life, it definitely has the disguise power of the martial arts novels in my previous life."

"Also need to prepare a meditation cushion, practice diligently every day. There are no seats in the wilderness, I'm afraid my butt will hurt after sitting for a long time."

"Also bowls, chopsticks, pots, fire, knives, bedding, and couches. Anyway, there is still plenty of space in the storage bag, so I can pack a little more. Although I can use the magic treasures in the bag to display some wonderful uses of spells, these spells and magic treasures are too eye-catching. Many times it is not convenient, so they are my trump cards and should be hidden deeper."

Qian Chen circled around this small county town, asked clearly where the local market was, and went straight to the East Market.

His outfit was indeed eye-catching, attracting attention all the way, which made Qian Chen frown secretly, so he first found a cloth shop and went in. The current Great Jin is a standard ancient dynasty, men plow and women weave, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Even if there are some commercial activities in the city, it is not prosperous in this remote small county.

The cloth shop sells fabrics, there is no such thing as ready-made clothes.

Fortunately, there are tailors in the cloth shop, which is convenient for customers to measure and tailor clothes. After all, it is okay to sew some coarse cloth robes at home, but truly fine clothes still need special tailors. The shop owner looked at Qian Chen, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, alone, and was a little surprised, but Qian Chen was dressed in brocade, looking like a customer who could afford the price, so he came up to greet him enthusiastically.

Qian Chen asked clearly about the time for tailoring clothes here, knowing that it would take seven or eight days at the shortest and a month at the longest. Seeing that he seemed impatient, the shop owner smiled kindly: "If the young master is in a hurry, I will urge them, and it can be taken out in three to five days, but it will cost more labor money."

"Money is easy to talk about..." Qian Chen didn't care about the price at all: "It's just that I can't stay in this county for two days, and I don't have the patience to wait."

"Do you have any clothes here that are about to be delivered to other customers? Find one that is similar to my figure, and I will pay more to buy it." Miaokong left him a storage bag with plenty of copper coins, and even dozens of units of gold and silver, so Qian Chen really didn't care about the price. The shop owner looked embarrassed: "These are all things customized by other customers."

"You can redo them, what does it matter if they are two days late." Qian Chen took a small piece of gold from his bosom and placed it on the table: "Is this enough?"

The shop owner smiled all over his face, took the gold, and bowed and scraped: "Enough, enough!"

Qian Chen was not really that impatient, but he was alone and a weak-looking boy. If he didn't pretend to be a wealthy young master and spend money lavishly, he was afraid that there would be trouble.

Perhaps looking at the face of the gold, or perhaps Qian Chen's pretended wealthy young master look was quite like the real thing, the shop owner took out all the suitable ready-made clothes in the shop. Qian Chen picked two scholar shirts from them, intending to dress up as a traveling scholar. Although there were still flaws, it was much better than his current eye-catching look.

He also chose two sets of coarse cloth short clothes. Although he wanted to choose more clothes with different identities, the ready-made clothes in this shop didn't have such generous choices, and even the Dao robes that Qian Chen wanted most were not there. Qian Chen had to buy these first, then ordered two sets of Dao robes from the cloth shop, adding money for urgent orders, the kind that worked day and night.

He ordered the shop assistants to go out and help him purchase other utensils. The assistant ran through the whole market and finally managed to gather the things. Qian Chen paid the price, and it was not convenient to use the storage bag to pack the things and leave, so he ordered the shopkeeper to send the things to the desolate courtyard where he was temporarily staying.

The assistant hesitated: "That place, isn't it abandoned? It is said to be haunted..."

Qian Chen said indifferently: "I am staying there temporarily. Just send the things over."

The shop owner's face also changed, and he scolded: "Just listen to the gentleman's instructions."

Qian Chen didn't care what guesses they had in their bellies. It was hard for anyone in this small county town to threaten him, and even these preparations were just Qian Chen's usual caution.

Turning to a rice and grain shop, this time it was not satisfactory.

The best rice in the shop was only local refined glutinous rice. Not to mention that there was no spiritual Qi, even the essence of water and grain was not much. Eating it would require Qian Chen to work hard to shed the turbid Qi and impurities.

In fact, cultivators are not so particular, but Qian Chen is at the critical moment of Foundation Establishment, and he doesn't want to waste his cultivation.

Returning to ask the cloth shop about nearby Daoist temples, Buddhist temples, and wealthy families, the shop owner carefully replied: "This county is remote and narrow, and there has never been any big family. However, there is a small Daoist temple at the east end, which is also officially registered by the Daoist academy. But there are only three or five Daoists inside, who can only use some talisman water and perform a few rituals."

"What kind of rice do they grow?" Qian Chen asked.

"The Daoist temple grows its own vegetables, and the rice is bought from outside." The shopkeeper carefully observed Qian Chen's face. In this world, supernatural powers are manifested, and cultivators often come and go. The legends of sword immortals are extremely popular. Wealthy families are proud of being good at the Dao, and even in the imperial court, there are officially registered Daoist officials with great authority.

The shop owner's eyes flickered, and he tentatively asked: "Is the gentleman looking for strange people and scholars, and making friends with people who cultivate the Dao?"

"Not to mention people who cultivate the Dao, even mountain spirits, foxes, and ghosts are fine." Qian Chen sighed in his heart. If he couldn't buy things, he would have to rob them. The primordial Qi of heaven and earth has declined somewhat compared to ancient times, but the resources in this world are still relatively rich. The yellow essence and tuckahoe in the mountains that have been around for many years can also be considered a kind of spiritual medicine.

It's just not as gentle as the essence of water and grain, but it can be used if you make do.

"The little one does know a place. It is heard that there is a nest of fox demons on the Zuyin Mountain near the local area. Some people saw lights lingering in the mountains at night, and foxes feasting."

Zuyin Mountain is a small mountain near this county town. Few people go there usually, because Zuyin Zuyin refers to the place where ancestors are buried. That is the grave mountain of local big families. It is said that the Feng Shui is good, so local big families have always liked to be buried here. Over time, there are graves every five steps, and it gradually became crowded, so big families turned to choose other Feng Shui treasures.

Wild foxes in the grave mountain, it is quite fitting.

Qian Chen lifted his Qi and flew, his pace was extremely fast, and he arrived at the foot of this mountain in less than half an hour. The mountains and waters lingered, and it really had the form of hiding wind and gathering Qi, but the spiritual Qi was biased towards Yin, not suitable for Yang dwellings.

Qian Chen went straight to the place with the best Feng Shui. This spiritual eye was hidden secretly. Ordinary Feng Shui geomancers would have to spend decades slowly combing the earth Qi, looking for dragons and pointing at acupoints, before they had a chance to find it. But for Qian Chen, it was very simple. He looked up at the Qi, followed the induction of the Qi machine, circled a few steps in the mountains, and found it.

This is a place where there are mountain graves, with no grave heads. The grass and trees are lush, and there are many tall cypress trees.

Qian Chen found a broken monument beside a large cypress tree, took a look at the inscription, and smiled: "No wonder wild foxes occupy this place. It turns out that this Zuyin Mountain is the place where a prince of the previous dynasty was buried a thousand years ago. There must be a vast underground palace below. It is even equipped with formations and mechanisms, which were stolen by this group of wild foxes as a cave dwelling. It's just that the ordinary people nearby all know about it. I'm afraid they won't have many happy days left."

Qian Chen knocked on the broken monument and said: "Is the master here? Loose cultivator Qian Chen requests an audience."

After calling three times like this, a bush not far away moved. Qian Chen saw an old fox with white eyebrows drill out of the cave. It stood up like a human, as big as a fierce dog, with two hind legs supporting its body, looking a bit like a human. Of course, it carried a faint fragrance all over its body. If an ordinary person saw it, they would fall into an illusion and see an old man with white hair and white eyebrows.

"This fellow Daoist came to visit my house, what is the matter?"

The old fox was a little afraid, but still asked boldly.

Qian Chen's spiritual sense was keen, and he easily noticed that under a huge rock not far away, a white shadow was flashing, but two little white-haired foxes were hiding in the grass and trees peeking. This nest of foxes had no resentment or blood Qi on them, although they were a bit gloomy, they were also contaminated by living in the grave for a long time. Since they were not demons that harmed people, Qian Chen had no intention of eliminating demons.

Even if they stole the ancestral graves of others, so what? If the descendants of this tomb came, they would definitely kill this nest of foxes, or at least drive them away.

But this had nothing to do with Qian Chen, and after a thousand years, how many romantic smoke dissipated, the descendants of the prince of the previous dynasty were only afraid that they were scattered among the people, and had long forgotten about this.

"I arrived at this precious place for the first time, and I was in a hurry to travel, and I didn't bring much food and water. The red dust turbid Qi is relatively heavy, and I am worried about polluting the Dao body, so I want to exchange some spiritual grains with you immortals."

The old fox breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and gave an order. Soon, a big fox with mixed fur came out of the cave with a basket in its mouth. There were some spiritual grains in it. Perhaps the spiritual grains were not enough, and there were also yellow essence and tuckahoe, all spiritual medicines with shallow years. Qian Chen flipped through them slightly, and there were even pine nuts from a hundred-year-old pine tree.

It was messy, just responding to that sentence of five grains and miscellaneous grains.

The old fox smiled and said: "What is a little food and water? Since we are fellow Daoists, this basket of spiritual grains and miscellaneous grains will be given to the fellow Daoist."

The white fox under the rock in the distance was anxious and chirped in a low voice, obviously a little heartbroken.

This white fox family lived in the grave mound, and the demon Qi was shallow, obviously not a wealthy family. These things could be considered to be done with their best efforts. Although the old fox had the intention of avoiding disaster, Qian Chen also accepted this fox sentiment. It's just that these things were not enough for his use for a month. People's appetite was larger than foxes, and Qian Chen was at the critical moment of Foundation Establishment, so it was good to have some essence of water and grain to nourish the flesh.

So Qian Chen thought slightly and smiled: "I accept it. It's just that since we agreed to exchange food, it's not good to take it away for nothing. I have a spiritual pill here, although it is not a precious thing, it is appropriate to use it to exchange for this basket of food." After saying that, he took out a "Qi-Benefiting Pill" from the storage bag in his bosom and gave it to the old fox.

The white-browed old fox looked at the pill, and its eyes went straight.

It first carefully sniffed, smelled the strong medicine fragrance, and then couldn't help but stick out its tongue and lick it, feeling that the demon energy in its body was vibrating, ready to move, knowing that it was indeed a good thing. This Qi-Benefiting Pill was the worst spiritual pill in the storage bag left by Miaokong. The name was casually named by Qian Chen. After previous identification, it was a spiritual pill that helped Qi Refinement, adding many medicinal materials that made blood energy active and spirit energetic. For ordinary cultivators, it was a top-notch Qi-supplementing spiritual pill.

But for a cultivator with a superior Dao foundation like Qian Chen, it was too filthy.

But this was no obstacle to the old fox. To tell the truth, the medicine Qi of this spiritual pill was probably purer than the old fox's demon Qi. The generation of wisdom in demon species is equivalent to the success of human Foundation Establishment. To say that this fox family, most of their cultivation is still above Qian Chen. But in fact, humans are the spirits of all things, and the primordial Qi inhaled by demon species is mixed, far inferior to humans.

This checkpoint of Foundation Establishment is just to better practice Dao methods. If you are not picky, bypass Foundation Establishment and Sensing, and directly inhale the primordial Qi of heaven and earth to refine Qi, it is also possible. Demon species are like this. But this kind of distinction between clear and turbid, mixed Qi collection, don't think about practicing any superior Dao methods.

The old fox was excited in his heart and thought: "I thought it was a malicious guest coming to the door, holding the heart of avoiding trouble, but I didn't expect that when we met, it was a scholar with extraordinary Dao Qi and respect and courtesy. He should be a disciple of a major Daoist sect. Hearing him ask for food and water, I thought I was wrong before, but he was actually a loose cultivator who came to beg for food. He came to borrow food from us wild demons."

"Just to send away the malicious guest, I suffered a little loss myself."

"I didn't expect that a handsome man of the righteous Daoist sect would let us suffer a loss. He raised his hand and gave a spiritual pill as a reward. Heaven has pity, the old man has never smelled Dan Qi in his life! I only know that there is such a thing as a spiritual pill, but I have never seen it."

"I don't know if this young master accepts spiritual pets and playthings. I will offer my two little daughters."

Qian Chen gave a slight salute and was about to leave. The old fox hurriedly stopped him and said: "Young master, please stay. How can this miscellaneous grain be worth a spiritual pill from the young master? A-Fu, quickly present the fine grain at home."

The big fox with mixed fur barked, turned around and drilled into the cave, and soon ran up with an exquisite food box in its mouth.

Qian Chen took it and opened it, and it was full of spiritual grains. The big fox went back and took two Ganoderma lucidum. Qian Chen saw that it had the intention of emptying its own savings, so he hurriedly stopped it: "This box of spiritual grains is enough for my journey. Thank you, old man, for your help..." He gave two more spiritual pills, and then turned and left under the eager eyes of a nest of foxes.

The old fox was still regretting there, not having the courage to offer his two young daughters.

The two young foxes were snow-white and cute. If it was a female cultivator who came, they would definitely be able to sell them. Following a disciple of such a major Daoist sect, being a maid also had a future, and they could come back to help the family in the future.

"It's a pity that this handsome Daoist man is quite serious and doesn't look like he likes spiritual pets, and he is in a hurry, otherwise the old man would have entertained him well before making such a presumptuous request..."

Qian Chen borrowed food and was in a hurry to go home to cook. This body had only been hungry for two days, but he himself hadn't entered a grain of rice for millions of years. It's just that when the Louguan Dao worshipped the ancestor, he had to be enshrined on the stage, offering countless strange treasures and fruits, delicacies and delicious food. As a result, Qian Chen often didn't have time to take a look before it was withdrawn.

Returning to the abandoned residence, Qian Chen packed up the things sent, put them in the storage bag, burned fire and cooked, ate a full meal, and then had time to open the storage bag and carefully count the things Miaokong stuffed in.