Chapter 212 Fox Demon Worships God
“Although this fox demon did not kill innocent people indiscriminately, it is still tainted with karma. It is hard to say whether it can overcome it.” Taoist Simu said finally.

Yan Xu was not panicked when he heard this, but he still had to comfort the newly subdued fox demon and give it hope to avoid trouble, so he took out the portable altar.

The portable altar is made of precious wood and decorated with gold, silver and jewelry. It has a very delicate structure. When unfolded, it looks like a small temple, with a golden statue of Mazu located in the center.

Yan Xu lit three sticks of sandalwood infused with top-grade incense, bowed, inserted the incense in the incense burner, turned around and spoke to the fox demon who couldn't control his instinct and was desperately inhaling.

"Don't inhale it. This is an offering to Mazu. From today on, you must burn incense to Mazu every day and pray for her protection."

The fox demon nodded desperately. This was a real statue with divine light, not a clay statue in an ordinary temple. Moreover, it was led by a master. Even though she was a demon, she would not be turned away, let alone punished by the gods. So she would not miss such a precious opportunity. She immediately took the sandalwood given by Yan Xu and burned incense and kowtowed.

However, Goddess Mazu had a good temper. Even though the one who was burning incense and kneeling down to worship was a fox demon, as long as he was sincere and had not committed a heinous crime, she would not turn him away. This made the fox demon finally feel at ease, and at the same time he was full of gratitude to Yan Xu.

Fox spirits are the smartest and love to study, so they know best that the right path is the right one, so many foxes have the habit of reading and studying.

It's a pity that they have the desire to make progress but have no way to go. Most fox spirits will choose to sink in the long waste of time, and only a very few will continue to persevere.

It originally insisted on the right path, but unfortunately the cruelty of reality forced it to compromise. Today, it is only one step away from sinking and falling. As long as it kills someone who should not die, it will never be able to escape, so it will never give up this opportunity even if it dies.

Although it was a bit strange to see a human-shaped fox worshipping a god, Taoist Simu was envious when he saw it, because not everyone can worship a real god. For example, his founder of Maoshan had countless disciples and descendants, but only a dozen people at most could get a response from the founder, not to mention a great god like Mazu. This is the benefit of having someone to lead the way, which cannot be envied.

After the matter was settled, Taoist Simu was not idle. He performed a ritual to pray for the souls of the dead.

No matter whether these people were good or evil in their lives, when a person dies, it is like a light goes out. The underworld has its own rewards and punishments. What the Taoist has to do is to maintain the normal operation of this set of rules, and to liberate the souls left in the human world and send them to the underworld for reincarnation.

Lao Ma and Guo Heizi dug the pit in the rain, and then used the removed door panels to carry the three bodies and bury them, finally returning to dust.

After they finished dealing with the dead body, the two men lit the dry firewood they had collected from the dilapidated temple, and washed the muddy clothes with rain water. Then they gathered around the fire to dry the clothes, while Yan Xu took out some dry food.

Because Taoist Simu was there, Yan Xu did not take out beef jerky, but compressed dry food.

Naked Guo Heizi walked his bird nonchalantly and went outside to collect a pot of rainwater. He put it on the fire and roasted the chicken with its legs spread apart while waiting for the water to boil.

Although he looked unsightly, he worked diligently, and with his clear eyes, Yan Xu was too lazy to say anything about him.

Taoist Simu originally thought that his own disciple and Uncle Jiu's two disciples were already top-notch, but he didn't expect that there was someone even better, so he looked at Yan Xu with sympathy in his eyes.

"It's okay to be a little silly. You don't have any bad intentions, and you'll be happy too." Yan Xu understood the look in Taoist Simu's eyes and said with a sigh.

"He's just too worrying. I don't know if I owed him in my previous life." Taoist Simu thought of his disciple and couldn't help but slap his thigh and complained.

The water boiled, and Yan Xu put a few pieces of compressed dry food in. Immediately, the aroma of pure grain mixed with oil and salt came out. The three people with four eyes couldn't help but stretch their necks to swallow their saliva. Only the fox demon who was holding the beef jerky and gnawing on it while grinding his teeth showed no interest in it.

After eating and drinking, the rain stopped and the day was about to dawn. Yan Xu invited Taoist Simu to go to Renjia Town with him. As for his clients, they could be piled on the carriage, which would be much faster than jumping all the way there.

Because the road was muddy, Simu did not insist, but after putting the customers in the carriage, they had to walk. Along the way, Yan Xu asked Simu about Uncle Jiu and told him what he wanted to ask.

"Why bother with so much trouble? Lin Fengjiao and I are brothers from the same sect. I know what he can do, and I also know what he can't do." Taoist Simu said proudly, patting his chest.

You have to consider the person you are bragging to. What can you brag about in front of ordinary people? But Yan Xu is different. His strength is recognized by Simu, so he feels more accomplished when he brags about it.

Yan Xu knew that Simu was best at the art of divine striking, so he asked him about this.

Simu was quite straightforward. He evaluated everything from folk magic to the methods of various major martial arts sects, and also shared some of his experiences and tips.

The magic fighting technique is very special and extremely powerful, but the method of practicing it is surprisingly simple, especially the magic fighting technique that is circulated among the people.

The folk art of beating gods is more like a form of self-hypnosis. Years of self-suggestion, assisted by some drugs and rituals, make them firmly believe that they are possessed by the gods they worship. They are not afraid of pain, ignore fear, etc. However, after it is over, they are inevitably covered in injuries.

Although there are many fake ones, there are also real ones, such as some that are dedicated to family gods or wild ghosts. They have some special abilities, but the price is also high, which is like exchanging life for money.

In fact, the true divine fighting has a heritage. Not only does it need to be cultivated from a young age, but it also requires years of worshipping well-established divine generals in order to truly be able to invite a trace of divine consciousness to possess the body.

For example, Simu is good at asking the ancestor to possess his body. Once the ancestor comes, even the thousand-year-old corpse has to give him some face.

However, the key to a true divine attack is that the relationship must be in place. Otherwise, with so many disciples and followers asking the ancestor for blessings, the ancestor will be too busy to handle it.

Therefore, the more powerful the divine fighting technique, the more emphasis is placed on the relationship with the gods. Just worshipping is not enough. If too many people worship, how will the gods know who you are? There must be an introducer.

In Simu's eyes, people like Yan Xu were born to do this job, so he brought out a lot of real things, which made him gain a lot.

Perhaps it was the rain that washed away all their bad luck, and the group arrived at Renjia Town safely.

Because of the customers in the carriage, they went to Uncle Jiu's charity cemetery first.

"Open the door, open the door quickly!" Simu knocked on the door without any hesitation, as if he was at his own home. From this, it can be seen that he has a very good relationship with Uncle Jiu.

"Uncle Master Simu." After waiting for a while, the prematurely aged Wencai came running to open the door. Although his appearance was a little hard to describe, he was quite polite.

"This is Chairman Yan, you can call him Master Yan. This is his apprentice Guo Heizi, and this is Lao Ma, the coachman of Master Ren's family. All right, help me move all the guests in first. It's been very humid along the way, don't let the food get rotten. I'll go find your master." Simu gave a few instructions and then took Yan Xu to find Uncle Jiu.

"Okay, uncle." Wencai nodded with his eyes a little straight, not knowing whether he remembered it or not. He nodded to Lao Ma and Guo Heizi, and started to move his uncle's guests.

Lao Ma is a smooth person. He knows that Uncle Jiu is a real talent. Although Wencai is not very ambitious, he still helps out with a smile.

Although Guo Heizi, who had lost his temper after being beaten along the way, had not yet learned to read the expressions of others, he still knew how to work and worked hard, which made Wencai feel a lot more relaxed. At the same time, he had a good impression of Guo Heizi, who was also his apprentice and had a similar appearance and IQ to Wencai.

(End of this chapter)