Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

"Really?" Ma Qingji didn't believe his words. He looked up at the tree and saw a lifelike picture of a giant ghost hanging on the high branch.

The majestic bull-horned giant ghost emerged from the painting, like a boulder falling to the ground, but when it stepped on the ground, it was light and silent.

"Fu Xin has met the eldest master." The giant ghost knelt on one knee and lowered his head.

Ma Qingji asked: "Is what he said true?"

Fu Xin said: "Those brats had fun all night last night, but he was playing chess with me and didn't play with me."

The little old man's face turned red and he said, "You, you, you!"

"Master Mingjian, although the little old man is playing chess, he is thinking about those little guys all the time. He is afraid that they will be injured if they bump into each other, so why don't you play with them?"

Ma Qingji flicked his fingers, and the skull god fell to the ground with an "ouch" and coughed out a green flag flag from his mouth.

The green flag danced, and the forty-nine infant ghosts entrenched in it appeared one by one. The appearance of these infant ghosts when they died was not very good-looking. They had just fallen asleep, and were disturbed from their dreams. They came out of the flag banner first. He was looking fierce and his eyes were glowing red, but when he saw the familiar faces of Skull God and Fu Xin, he calmed down his fierce look.

In order to prove that he was successful in nursing the child, the Skull God stood up and said: "Good babies, haven't you seen Master Tianhu yet?"

These infant ghosts have the keenest senses, and are intertwined with animal nature and wildness. When they see Ma Qingji, they know that they are no match for them, so they feel fear in their hearts. Instead, they turn into a cloud and hide behind the Skull God and Fu Xin.

The Skull God looked embarrassed and coaxed: "Baby, have you forgotten? It was Master Tianhu who rescued you from the suffering of life and left you your favorite incense. I don't teach you on weekdays. Do you want to respect Lord Tianhu? Don’t you remember?”

Ma Qingji didn't move at all. The dead fish looked at the baby ghosts, and the baby ghosts shrank even more.

The Skull God wanted to persuade him again, but Ma Qingji stopped him and said, "Okay, there's no need to say anything more."

Ma Qingji has already seen what the Skull God is capable of. He may have put some thought into it and achieved some results, but in the end it was not what he expected.

These baby ghosts were somewhat close to him and Fu Xin, but whether it was because they were familiar with each other or because they understood this fate was hard to tell.

Gong Mengbi transformed into Ma Qingji, hiding the true appearance of the fox fairy. Without the almost magical appearance, it is equivalent to losing the natural friendly charm.

Ma Qingji believed that the Skull God often gave him advice in order to please him, but these infant ghosts remained unmoved, which showed that there was no progress in spiritual intelligence.

The Skull God felt lost. If he said he didn't put all his efforts into it, he should have put all his efforts into it. If he said he didn't care at all, he did care after all.

Ma Qingji did not blame him, but said: "It's good enough. Infant ghosts are difficult to cultivate. It takes a lot of effort to make them recognize humans by relying on you to breastfeed them. There is no need to force it."

The Skull God turned around and looked at the infant ghosts hiding behind him, feeling helpless and unwilling. In the end, he just sighed and said: "Time is still short, I'm afraid I have to work hard to survive."

Ma Qingji agreed: "That's right. They are also a bit hard-hearted. Without hard work, they can't see success. I am very happy that you can have such an awareness. It seems that these methods of transcendence for infant ghosts are still going to work. It's on you."

"Ah?" The Skull God was suddenly frightened. When did he say that he had to endure this hard work?

Just looking at Ma Qingji's pleased look, the Skull God couldn't bear to say a word.

Since the Skull God has such a benevolent heart, how could Ma Qingji disobey him?

Throwing the green flag away, it still turned into a ray of green light and penetrated through the ears and eyes of the Skull God. The Skull God was shocked and covered his ears and eyes. He only had a skull in his body and no real ears or eyes, but he was still shocked when he transformed into a human form.

In fact, no matter how exquisite the skull god's transformation is, it is still a skull in Ma Qingji's eyes. This kind of transformation technique cannot deceive him at all.

The Skull God felt that the sky was about to collapse. He wanted to cry but had no tears. He spread his hands and said: "Master, it's not that the old ghost is trying to shirk the blame. It's because the old ghost's abilities are limited and he can't do it!"

Ma Qingji naturally knew that this old boy's abilities were limited, and even if he was left to him, he might not be able to do it, so he groaned and said, "Well, I can't make it too difficult for you, so I'll give you a helping hand."

Ma Qingji glanced at the dozens of fruits on the ghost-faced peach tree, stretched out his hand to grab them, and the fruits began to shake. The lifelike human faces on the fruits seemed to know their own endings, and they all made vague signs of crying. .

The fruit on the tree suddenly opened its mouth and sucked it up. The baby ghosts screamed and were swallowed by the ghost-faced peaches. Then the faces of the shaking peaches twisted and changed, and finally turned into the faces of baby ghosts.

Those baby ghosts were surprised and scared at first, but soon they laughed happily and cheered: "Grandpa, it's so warm, so comfortable, and so fun!"

The Skull God smiled on his face, and his heart was filled with jealousy. In the past three years, the mother tree has also produced a lot of fruits. The Skull God did not dare to eat any of them. He had not tasted it himself. Instead, he was eaten by these little cubs. Made.

Those writhing ghost-faced peaches soon made "ouch" sounds incessantly, fell from the branches, fell to the ground and turned into pink, tender and crispy little peach figures.

The little peach man touched his butt and stood up, showing a confused and confused expression.

The Skull God was so jealous that his face turned green. This was Ma Qingji's magical power, which caused the infant ghost to be reborn through the ghost-faced peach.

Of course this is not real living, but for ghosts and immortals, such physical sustenance is almost a dream. Many heretics may only be able to practice like this throughout their lives.

His skull is weather-beaten and has been tempered by numerous demonic means. There is a lingering coldness and deathly silence all day long, but these boys have endured so little hardship and yet they enjoy such a blessing!

The Skull God turned around and smiled flatteringly at Ma Qingji, and said respectfully: "Master, can you turn the old slave into this? If the old slave wants to educate them, it's best to stay the same as them, right?"

Ma Qingji laughed and said, "Are you talking to me about requirements?"

The skull god fell to his knees with a snap and swore to the sky: "Old slave, there is no such thing!"

Ma Qingji said: "As I said before, if you don't have a transcendent mind, even gods can't save you."

He pointed at the infant ghosts and said: "They have a heart of stone and don't know the world, so they can't get in and can't be saved. But you are a rotten tree and a stubborn stone, and it's even harder than them. I'm helping them, so why aren't I helping you?" ?”

He said with deep meaning: "You can't regard them as your burden. Instead, you should regard them as your treasure, your chance of liberation, and the stone of enlightenment. This is your last chance."

The Skull God was shocked, remembering all the things in the past, and managed to cheer up again.

In the three years since Gong Mengbi was away, he had slacked off a lot, and now after some hard work, it really paid off again.

After traveling on a business trip and staying up late writing materials, I finally finished my work for a while.