Chapter 20: There is a Fox

It was still the stone chamber in the mountain belly.

As Chen Hang withdrew from the True Dharma Realm, his real body on the meditation cushion in the center of the stone chamber slowly opened its eyes, two beams of brilliant essence light shining, bright as candles.

"Ying ying, ying ying, ying ying ying ying~"

Chen Hang looked sideways.

Outside the cave, there was a faint sound of some small beast calling and biting, and judging from the sound, it seemed not to be just one, but a group.

"Ying ying, ying ying, ying ying ying~"

Not long after, the group of small beasts called out again.

And this time, there was a sound of impact from the cave, *thud thud* sounding. Faintly, it seemed to carry a hiss of pain, very lively.

"Idiots."

A cold smile appeared on Chen Hang's face, and his heart settled slightly.

At first, he suspected that Yan Ping had ignored the sect rules and traveled thousands of miles to Lanliang City to seek revenge on him.

So, under his wide sleeves, his left hand was already tightly gripping the Thunder-Fire Thunderbolt Pearl, waiting for anything untoward, ready to strike this pearl out directly.

Even if it consumed Embryonic Breathing, he couldn't care less.

But listening to this movement, it was clearly a group of small beasts with spirituality gathering to make trouble, and, a group of not-so-smart small beasts.

The *bang bang* sound outside the cave, besides being the sound of throwing stones...

Listening to the painful movement and the uncontrollable loud crying, clearly, there were some whose brains were not very bright, actually stupid enough to hit the door with their heads, hoping to hit a big hole in the door.

Just from this crying sound, it was known that this hit not only failed to achieve merit, but perhaps also knocked out a few big bumps on the head.

"This big stone sealing the door weighs nearly ten thousand *jin*. Usually, it is moved by a mechanism to enter and exit. If you hit it with your head, I'm afraid you won't have any use until your next life."

Chen Hang smiled indifferently.

He no longer cared about the "ying ying" calling, and took out a small White Yang Pill and threw it into a water cup. After the pill dissolved, he drank it all.

Soon, a warm feeling spread through his limbs and bones, making him feel like bathing in the warm sun, extremely comfortable, unable to stop exhaling.

Although this movement in the cave was subtle, it was still heard.

The group of small beasts was silent for a moment, then became even more excited, calling out "ying ying" messily again, like a group of demons dancing. Seeing Chen Hang still not coming out, they only thought he was afraid of them, so they became even more proud, the "ying ying" sound rising wave after wave.

Among them.

There were also a few muffled sounds of hitting the door with their heads, unrelenting.

Chen Hang just ignored these.

After the medicinal power of the White Yang Pill was fully absorbed, he stood up leisurely, hanging his sword at his waist, and took the large vermilion-lacquered bow from the cave wall into his hand.

"This calling, it's a bit like a fox?"

Chen Hang listened carefully for a long time, understood in his heart, and suddenly had a guess.

Yangshan was originally not the Dharma field of Daoist Yangshan; the master of this place was originally a group of white foxes practicing incense god Dao.

It was Daoist Yangshan who relied on the power of his talisman artifacts to smash the temple and drive away this group of white foxes, occupying this mountain.

As for the whereabouts of the white foxes afterward, where they went, there was no way to know, and it became a hanging mystery.

But Chen Hang didn't expect that after Daoist Yangshan died, this group of foxes actually returned to their old home and even ran to his face, the rightful owner, to provoke him.

"Interesting, Daoist Yangshan could defeat you, but can't I kill you?"

Chen Hang slowly tied the arrow bag to his back, killing intent surging in his eyes:

"The golden body was broken, and even the temple was burned. You are practicing the god Dao, but you didn't fill the foundation so easily. Now that you've come to the door, is it because you think my sword is not sharp?"

He turned the door mechanism, and with the sound of the mechanism turning, the sealing stone moved away.

Chen Hang walked out of the door with his sword pressed.

At this time, it was the time when the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the ground was illuminated by this brightness as if covered with a layer of white frost, desolate and cool, the chill was chilling.

"I don't know which fellow Daoist is playing gods and ghosts here, can you come out and talk?"

Chen Hang tightly gripped the Thunder-Fire Thunderbolt Pearl in his sleeve and shouted deeply.

The bushes all around were suddenly filled with the sound of grass and trees, and faintly, there seemed to be countless ghostly green beast pupils flickering in the dark, like ghost fire.

He asked three times in a row, but there was no answer, only far away, suddenly a woman's giggling sound rang out.

That laughter was like silver bells, crisp and pleasant, as if it were not far away.

Chen Hang knew it was the fox deliberately trying to lure him, and he was not afraid, just tidied his sleeves and followed the sound.

After walking up a few small hills and walking for half a stick of incense, Chen Hang heard a sound of splashing water from a waterfall.

This was a small waterfall in Yangshan, originally a place where Yangshan disciples lived and took water.

At this time, there was a beauty wearing only white silk and light gauze, barefoot, bathing in the water. Her appearance was unusually enchanting, her figure plump and mature, the wet white silk tightly sticking to her skin, clearly outlining her round chest and soft waist, making one's lower abdomen feel a fire rise upon seeing her.

"The long night is endless, searing the heart and soul. To see you today, Young Master, is a stroke of heaven-sent luck. Would you be willing to share a bed and pillow with me this evening?"

She raised her head and spoke in a sweet and enchanting voice:

"I, your concubine—"

Halfway through the words.

It stopped abruptly.

At this moment, the moonlight happened to break through the black clouds and pour down, clear and bright, shining on Chen Hang, the whole ground looking like mercury.

The youth in a dark-colored long gown stood quietly in the moonlight, his skin better than snow, his demeanor elegant and transcendent, like a piece of jade just washed from clear water, beautiful enough to make people dare not look up.

His features were like the meticulous handiwork of a celestial craftsman; though he possessed a compelling, exquisite nobility, his indifferent eyes—always like snow in a deep courtyard—imbued his brows and gaze with a touch of refined detachment and otherworldly grace.

Accumulated stone like jade, lined pine like emerald, handsome and unique, none other in the world.

The beauty in the pool was stunned, and after a long time, she slapped herself to come back to her senses.

"How about, wait for me, I'll go change my face again?"

She smiled apologetically and discussed carefully: "That, do you mind if your face wears women's clothes?"

"Just like this?"

Chen Hang sneered and drew his bow to shoot!

The moment the arrow crossed the sky, the air suddenly exploded with a thunder sound, and then a white-haired male fox screamed, carrying the arrow on its butt, and crashed into the stone wall in the pool behind it in a panic, disappearing.

With his escape, there was a panic-stricken "ying ying" sound all around, and dozens of large and small white foxes scrambled to jump into the stone wall.

Among them, there was one with a bump on its head, looking particularly stupid, turning around several times and couldn't find the special stone wall, anxious and "ying ying" calling.

"This is interesting, is it an array?"

Chen Hang kicked the stupid fox that was left alone with one foot, his figure swayed, and he also drilled into the stone wall.

It was pitch black in an instant.

But not long after, after three or four breaths, what appeared before his eyes was a fairly large space.

Pavilions and towers. Houses were orderly.

Dozens of steps away from Chen Hang, there stood a youth in a yellow robe, holding a Dharma sword, looking at Chen Hang with surprise and fear.

After a long time, he gathered his courage and shouted loudly.

"What kind of petty thief, how dare you be presumptuous! This... this is the Nine Emperors Constant Yang Golden Palace Cave Heaven of the Chiming Sect, you—"

Before he could finish, Chen Hang fired three arrows in succession, shooting him until he fell backward.

When the yellow-robed youth stood up dizzy, a red and white big pearl had already hung above his head at some point, erupting with countless thunder and fire roars.

"Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist, I, Tu Shan Ge, am joking with you, don't be like this..."

The yellow-robed youth's knees went limp, trembling:

"Quickly take back this pearl, don't, don't hurt the harmony between the two families!"