The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 385 Brother Fox
Four eyes facing each other.

Geng Qing stared at the old fox for a long time, then suddenly smiled, and clapped his hands on the ground beside him, which probably meant to let him come over and sit down.

"The little fox has become an old fox."

The old red fox over there seemed to understand what people said, glanced sideways at Geng Qing, snorted aside, raised his head slightly, walked gracefully, walked over gently, and lowered his head to smell Smelling the scent of the other party, the fluffy tail swept away the fallen leaves on the ground, crawled down, stared at the shaking branches, and yawned sleepily.

Geng Qing couldn't help laughing when he saw its somewhat arrogant appearance.

"I thought you were going to die of old age in the mountains and forests. I didn't expect to come back. I couldn't express my happiness to see you still alive."

The fox glanced sideways, and responded with a low 'woo' sound.

"However, it is rare for a beast to live to such an age. You should leave me in the future, so that you can live in the mountains where you are always worried."

'woo'

"Do you agree or not? However, there is one thing, I still thank you."

Geng Qing turned his head to look, and the red fox was also looking at it. When he tilted his head in doubt, he saw the human beside him stand up, flicked his sleeves, and bowed respectfully.

"Qing thank you for guarding my father's tomb for me all these years!"

'laugh. '

The red fox snorted disdainfully, held its head high and flicked its tail, proudly got up and walked past Geng Qing's feet, when the bush suddenly stopped and looked back, as if signaling to follow it.

"Interesting, more and more human."

As the saying goes: things last forever.

What's more, animals, especially foxes, weasels and other spiritual ones, Geng Qing is somewhat interested in them, but wants to see if they have become spirits and where they can take them.

Then he raised his steps to keep up, and clasped his hands together: "Brother Fox, please!"

As soon as the words fell, like an illusion, the old fox in Geng Qing's sight suddenly nodded and walked straight to the bushes when he came. The former followed behind and brushed away the waist-high weeds. There is a trail leading directly to the foot of the mountain, and a cave half a person's height can be seen in the distance.

There is a gentle breeze blowing from the entrance of the cave, and there is no unpleasant smell.

"When is there a cave here?" Geng Qing frowned, squatted down, and continued to follow the old fox slowly into the cave. of stalactites.

However, the further you get to the back, the space gradually becomes wider, which can accommodate Geng Qing to stand up straight and walk, but the sight becomes extremely dark. If there is no old fox leading the way in front, he would never dare to move on.

I don't know how long has passed.

At the other end of the dark line of sight, there is a glimmer of light blooming, and when I get closer, I realize that it is a hole, and the sun is shining in from outside.

"It can't be Peach Blossom Spring, can it?"

Geng Qing was amused by his own thought, walked to the entrance of the cave and squinted his eyes in the sunlight, and when his eyes adjusted again, he saw the fox squatting a few steps across the way, surrounded by lush forests overlapping and stretching, vaguely able to See the illusion of surrounding yourself in the middle of the mountains.

Seeing that he had adapted to the light, the fox got up and dragged his tail to continue walking.

"Where is Brother Fox taking me?"

Arriving here, Geng Qing became more and more sure that this fox has really become a master. He knows how to bring people over, and he also knows how to wait for people to recover their eyesight. I'm afraid people may not be able to do such a small move.

know know know.
In the green forest, cicadas chirped one after another. Birds flew in, flapped their wings, grabbed the summer cicada on the branch, put it in their mouths, turned and flew away. In the peaceful scene, Geng Qing walked under the slightly swaying branch, walking After walking for a while, a few beams of sunlight are falling from the gaps in the trees, shining on a dilapidated black tile.

A building can be vaguely seen standing ahead.

Seeing the old fox dragging its tail and running up the stone steps covered with fallen leaves, Geng Qing stopped to look back at him, and Geng Qing nodded without hesitation, and walked over, stepping on the soft fallen leaves, up more than ten stone steps Only then did he see clearly that the building in front of him was a Taoist temple.

The door leaf is dilapidated, mottled with the traces of the years, through the withered vines, I can barely recognize the words on the door plaque - Lingxian Zhenjunguan.

"True Monarch Lingxian? What kind of god is this? I've never heard of it."

Geng Qing thinks about his memory, and there is no god who can't match his name. He used to press the dusty door, and the old wooden door opened it with a 'creaking' moan, and the accumulated dust 'rusted' fell to his shoulders. .

"I'm afraid it's a long time ago." Geng Qing also collected some antiques in Chang'an, so he could tell the age to some extent. The wooden door in front of him is estimated to be hundreds of years old, but it's not decayed and collapsed, which is a bit miraculous.

"I didn't expect it to be so big inside."

Behind the door, the Taoist temple full of dead leaves looks bleak, but it is much larger than it looks from the outside. The first building in the middle, the fence and wooden carvings have faded away, and the door plaque is written on it is the Temple of Heavenly Kings. When Geng Qing stepped inside, the four altars on both sides were empty, which made him puzzled.

"Where did the idol go?"

I didn't find it when I went around the back hall, but the old fox was uttering a low chirp, as if urging Geng Qing to come over quickly and follow him to the main hall behind.

"Come on, what's the rush?"

Geng Qing cursed with a smile, lifted the hem of his robe and quickened his pace to follow. He didn't pay attention to the sudden appearance of the paradise and Taoist temple. After all, the red fox's behavior was not to harm him.

Sure enough, when we arrived at the main hall behind, there was no door plaque, and there was only a stone stele beside the road. Wipe off the dust on it, and the inscription on the stele was revealed, with only a few words.

Hall of Distinguished People.

There are dozens of clay statues inside, most of which he doesn't recognize, but there is only one god statue with long beard and phoenix eyes holding a green dragon knife. There is also a statue of a god holding Fang Tian's painted halberd and a big gun. They all seem to be looking towards Geng Qing, with solemn eyes.

It gave him the feeling that these clay sculptures would step down from the altar at any time.

Geng Qing didn't feel well here, so he stepped out of the main hall faster, and when he got to the back one, his hairs stood on end. Before he went in, he felt gloomy inside. Ghost head. Lifelike, hideous and terrifying.

Before stepping into the gate of the palace, Geng Qing withdrew his foot, turned around and went around to the apse along the eaves, following the two halls he came in, Geng Qing felt the pattern, and it is not difficult to guess that the main hall behind should be the stars in the sky.

Sure enough, after going up the highest stairs, the grand hall above was magnificent, with several old pines standing on one side, the fox dragged its long tail, and ran into the gate of the hall without saying a word, without any intention of waiting for Geng Qing.

"and many more!"

"This fox."

Geng Qing breathed a sigh of relief. She was a little tired after going up dozens of stone steps. She rested outside for a while before going inside.Same as the previous two halls, the two sides of the main hall are full of statues of gods with different appearances, all of which are unnamed gods, and in the center, there are patterns drawn on faded yellow silk, which vaguely look like gossip figures. On the altar below, there is a spiritual tablet, on which it is written: Lingxian Zhenjun.

On the opposite side of the spiritual seat is an incense burner, and there is a half-burned stick of incense on it.

"Is someone here? It can't be the old fox, right?"

The moment the word "ba" came out, Geng Qing heard the fox whispering, and hurriedly searched for it. There was a side door leading to the old pine trees. When he walked to the door, he vaguely heard someone talking.

Four figures dressed as scholars sat at the stone table under the tree, reading books and composing poems, or playing chess and joking, not paying any attention to the sudden appearance of such a living person as Geng Qing.

(End of this chapter)