Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

Chapter 829 Snowy Night

The City God system is now in an extremely complicated and embarrassing situation, and even the Yue Mansion is unwilling to get involved in this muddy water.

All gods in the world have their own duties, and the duties of the City God are to protect the people in the city, coordinate yin and yang, and assist the gods of heaven and earth. However, since the Emperor of Man deified the City God, he tied the City God to the fate of the dynasty, and the situation of the City God became extremely delicate.

The Queen Mother of the Underworld did not want to compete with the Emperor of the Human World, so she did not show up again. If the Queen Mother of the Underworld did not care, then the other gods of the Underworld would not care either, and the gods of the Heavenly Palace, who were not responsible for managing the City God, would naturally not interfere.

To some extent, the City God is now the City God of the World, and although his duties remain the same and he is self-sufficient in incense, he will suffer the consequences of his own actions. This naturally has both advantages and disadvantages. On the one hand, it brings unique authority to the City God of the World, but on the other hand, there is no longer any protection from the higher-ups.

When the dynasty was at its peak, as long as there was no chaos and it could manage itself, it would be fine. But once the dynasty declined, all kinds of contradictions emerged and the drawbacks became clear. Now that Daqian has entered its twilight years, the dynasty's end is obvious, and the city gods of the world cannot help but be anxious.

People in the situation sometimes cannot see themselves clearly, and sometimes even if they can see clearly there is nothing they can do and can only be carried forward by the general trend.

What will happen to the city god system that is attached to the fate of the dynasty? This is a problem that the city gods of the world have to solve.

The heaven and the underworld don't care, but this doesn't mean they won't care in the future. When Daqian dies, everything will be settled again, and the exact position of the city god system at that time is still unknown.

At this critical juncture, the Yue Mansion naturally did not want to cause any trouble. Whether the City God performed his duties well or not would be judged by the public in the future, and the Yue Mansion did not need to intervene.

The vacancy of the Yin register caused by the involvement of the City God will also be recorded in the City God's account in the future. So the Yue Mansion had every reason to ignore this matter, but in the end Peng Yanjun still came, which was enough to show his benevolence.

Gong Mengbi couldn't explain these complicated relationships to Master Shi in detail, but he still told Master Shi: "Ask Master Liu to come forward for everything. He is a disciple of the Emperor, so he should also do some meritorious deeds."

Master Shi was a shrewd man. When he met Gong Mengbi's fox eyes, he understood his hidden intention.

Master Liu is not very skilled, but he is favored by the Emperor and can handle big things. If it is a good thing, it is a good thing. On the contrary, although Master Shi can trace his lineage back to Tianfu, he is not as useful as the Emperor. It does not mean that a good thing cannot turn into a bad thing.

"You really woke me up."

Gong Mengbi did not stay in Gusu for long. The end of the year was approaching, and there were still things to deal with in the Fox Courtyard.

After coming out of Gusu, Gong Mengbi looked up at the sky, only to see leaden clouds piling up, covering the waning moon.

“It’s going to snow again.”

It started from the moment a chilly wind blew, causing tiny snowflakes to fall on the roof, making a rustling sound, to the moment gusts of wind suddenly appeared and heavy snow fell. It only took an hour or two.

Zhao Siqi stroked the dog's head. The man and the dog squeezed into a dilapidated earthen house, keeping each other warm with their body temperature and sleeping soundly.

But when the snow was a foot deep, Zhao Siqi was awakened by a scream.

Wuhong Dog's eyes glowed in the night, and his wet tongue licked Zhao Siqi.

Zhao Siqi pushed the dog's head aside, stood up and pushed open the leaky door. He heard an old man's scolding and hoarse crying voice coming from the snow and wind, accompanied by a strong smell of blood that hit Zhao Siqi's face.

Zhao Siqi looked at the fierce snowstorm, sighed resignedly, and said, "Let's go!"

Wuhong Dog reluctantly came out of the warm grass nest and followed Zhao Siqi, going against the wind and snow.

The dilapidated houses and collapsed walls along the way were half-hidden in the snow, as quiet as tombstones.

This village is already mostly deserted, with only the elderly, the weak and the sick who could not escape having to stay and struggle to survive. The whole village has an air of impending death.

Zhao Siqi walked all the way here and found an abandoned house with a door that could barely be closed to hide for a night, but he encountered such an emergency again.

Since the last time he met Gong Mengbi in Gusu, Zhao Siqi had a peaceful life for more than two months. He returned to Wuning, went to Fox Hill, left some Gallic leaves for Gong Mengbi, and rested for a while.

But more than two months later, after he once again dreamed of the green snake that looked like him, he knew he had to set off.

Gong Mengbi told him that this was his fate and also his whetstone. The Snake Mother used his soul to shape the Green Snake, and the Green Snake would definitely come to kill him in order to achieve perfection.

Gong Mengbi has not found a way to deal with the Snake Mother, so Zhao Siqi has to deal with this disaster on his own.

There was an apologetic look on Gong Mengbi's face when he said this, but Zhao Siqi only had gratitude and respect for him, and he understood the high hopes he had for himself.

So he practiced while hiding, eliminating dangers and saving people in distress, and slaying demons and monsters along the way. He wanted to see himself through the eyes of all living beings in this world, use the false to cultivate the true, and condense his true soul.

Just like running towards the wind and snow without hesitation at this moment to see what is happening.

When we got there, we saw a house with its door wide open. An old man was holding a torch in both hands. There were four gaping wounds on his stomach, and his body was stained black with blood. His body was trembling slightly, and his eyes were filled with the cold light of a trapped animal, like an old wolf that had been cornered.

Behind the old man, a woman was pressing another woman and crying heart-wrenchingly.

The young woman grabbed a torn jacket and tried to rush out, but the old woman held her down tightly and cried, "You can't go! You can't go!"

"My son!" The young woman cried until she fainted and could no longer move.

Zhao Siqi saw at a glance that there seemed to be something hiding in the darkness where the old man was holding a torch and staring at it. Sensing Zhao Siqi's arrival, the thing kept retreating into the darkness and disappeared in the dark snowy night.

"Xiao Hong, chase!"

The five red dogs barked wildly and chased after them into the darkness.

Zhao Siqi appeared in front of the old man's house in a snowy outfit. He took off his bamboo hat, revealing a young and upright face, and said, "I am Zhao Siqi, passing by here and came here after hearing the noise. Don't worry, old man. I am not a bad person."

The firelight fell on Zhao Siqi's face. The young man was thin but handsome, with bright eyes.

The old man lost his temper and staggered to the door frame to avoid falling down: "Little Taoist priest, the monster has captured my grandson, please save his life!"

Zhao Siqi stepped forward to support him, stretched out his hand to help him seal the acupuncture points around the wound to stop the bleeding, and said: "I will help you stop the bleeding first, and I will deal with other things when I come back."

After hastily treating the old man's wound, Zhao Siqi was worried that Wuhong Dog would suffer a loss, so he immediately followed the direction Wuhong Dog left.

The footprints of the five red dogs in the snow were quickly covered, but the ferocious barking of dogs in the distance pointed Zhao Siqi in the direction.