"Humph! I have nothing else to do and I have to go. I don't have the time to talk nonsense with you here." As she said that, the little fox flicked her sleeves and walked away, but she was already in a state of confusion. She couldn't guess.

It was revealed who the Taoist priest named Mo Xuan was, and whether he was an enemy or a friend. He was right about one thing, life is really complicated, and there are so many annoying worldly things to guess.

Before she could walk out of the Taoist temple, Taoist priest Mo Xuan behind her stopped her again: "Hey, little fox, do you want to give birth to a son and a half for Hua Xiucai in the future?"

This speaks to Dong Beier's innermost feelings. The only way to be a wife is to give birth to a family full of children and grandchildren for her husband. She was even thinking last night whether she would have one soon...

"what?"

"What I want to say is that you have transformed into a human form now, but you have not cultivated a human body, so you cannot have children. If you want to have children for your husband like an ordinary woman, you still need to accumulate more kindness and do thousands of good deeds.

Bear good fruits and cultivate your human body."

The little fox didn't reply to him, turned around and left Qingyun Temple, holding Hua Xiucai in his arms and walking all the way to Nanshan. Although he didn't say anything, he was still thinking about Mo Xuan's words carefully in his heart.

"Only ten thousand good deeds can bear good fruits and cultivate the human body..." God, how many years has it been? Maybe the smelly Taoist priest deceived me? Anyway, when I go back, I will try to use the blood of Fengcrow Chicken first.

Go ahead and talk about the fox tail hidden under your skirt.

The little fox led Hua Xiucai back to Nanshan, and worshiped in front of the old fox's mother's grave. After the ceremony, she hurried back with her husband. She said that Nanshan must be left before the sun sets, otherwise it will be harmful to the body of the living.

good.

After returning home, the little fox asked Hua Xiucai about the origin of the young Taoist priest in Qingyun Temple. Hua Chenluo told her that the young Taoist priest came to Qingyun Temple from other provinces before the Chinese New Year. Qingyun Temple was quite old, and even his grandfather could not remember it.

When was this Taoist temple built? The little Taoist priest rarely interacted with people after he arrived. No one knew his origins.

At night, after Hua Xiucai fell asleep, the little fox tiptoed out of the house and came to the chicken stand. She smiled evilly and stared at the phoenix chicken called Xiaohong. Xiaohong thought that the fox was going to eat her.

Screaming desperately.

"Stop barking. I don't want to eat you. I just want a little bit of your blood. Xiao Hong, you learned that you should repay your kindness, right? This girl knows that you are a good chicken. If I hadn't saved you, you might have died by now.

Now, tell me, should I do it myself or something else?" Dong Beier's slender fingertips fiddled with it back and forth.

Feng Cing Chicken has spiritual energy. Although he can't speak, he knows in his heart that this Lord is a living king of hell. If I don't agree, I'm afraid it will be a bad idea. Even if I am a Feng Cing Chicken, I have to admit defeat when I meet my nemesis, the fox.

The Phoenix Crow tangled in the chicken stand for a few times, as if it was brewing something, and then saw it crowing with its head held high. Dongbeier took a closer look at the Phoenix Crow while crowing, and the top of its comb

It actually started to ooze blood drops. It was a phoenix after all. This chicken is really smart.

In this way, the little fox followed the same method every night and applied the blood of the pheasant to the root of his tail. He never thought that Mo Xuan's method worked, and on the 7749th, his tail actually fell off naturally.

For this reason, the couple specially celebrated.
Chapter completed!