Raising a Fox Spirit in My Home

When Li Yundong heard the voice and looked back, he saw Zhou Qin and Su Chan peeking at the door.

Li Yundong pretended to be angry and shouted, "Are you two eavesdropping?"

Su Chan stuck out her tongue at him and said cautiously, "You've been talking for too long. The dishes are getting cold!"

Zhou Qin said with concern, "Master, the people of the Shingon are very arrogant. It's not enough for you to go alone. At least, one more person, one more helper!"

Su Chan nodded her head like a chick pecking rice and said. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Li Yundong pulled a long face and shouted, "What are you saying! Is it useful to have you two there? Don't you know your capabilities?

Su Chan pouted and muttered unhappily, "I just want to help you,honey!"

Li Yundong smiled helplessly. He nodded to Ao Wushuang and said, "Senior Ao Wushuang, let's go downstairs for dinner." He walked to his girl, tapped the tip of her nose, and said with a smile, "You're helping me waiting for me at home!"

When Zhou Qin saw that even Su Chan had been rejected by Li Yundong, she sighed in her heart. Just as she was about to give up, she suddenly saw that Zi Yuan was also looking at Li Yundong with a face full of concern. She had an idea in her mind.

After the group of people finished their dinner, Zhou Qin went to the room of Zi Yuan quietly.

At this time, Zi Yuan was sitting cross-legged on a cattail hassock on the floor of the room. she smiled without opening her eyes and said, "What are you thinking about again?"

Zhou Qin smiled with some embarrassment, "How do you know?"

Zi Yuan smiled and said with her eyes closed, "I already knew when you looked at me just now. You want to go to Japan with Li Yundong secretly?"

Zhou Qin saw that Zi Yuan was straightforward, so she no longer hid. She walked to the front of Zi Yuan quickly, sat down cross-legged, and said very seriously, "Yes!"

At this time, Zi Yuan opened her eyes and said seriously, "Although it was my Shimei who encouraged you to go to Mount Huangshan last time. But I know very well that you have added fuel to the fire! Zhou Qin, not every time we will be as lucky as last time!"

Zhou Qin saw that Zi Yuan had pointed her out, so she simply bit the bullet and said, "Ziyuan, let me explain. I don't go for causing trouble for Master. I'm just thinking... Master always fights alone and we can't help him. Although my cultivation speed is very fast, compared with Master, I feel that he is running faster and faster ahead, and I can't catch up with him at all! Aren't you afraid that we will become a burden in the future?"

However, Zi Yuan asked, "But what does this have to do with you going to Japan?"

Zhou Qin asked in reply, "Don't you want to know what is real settle a score of jinshen?"

Zi Yuan laughed. "Li Yundong has already said that is about harmony between man and nature. As long as we follow this train of thought to cultivate in the future, I'm sure we'll be able to comprehend it one day!"

Zhou Qin shook her head and said, "No, it's not as good as witnessing a real battle! As long as we see what a real battle of jinshen is like, we can comprehend it faster, doesn't it?"

Zhou Qin's words moved Zi Yuan immediately. She lowered her head and began to think.

Just like what Zhou Qin had said, as for cultivation, there was a big difference between being enlightened and not being enlightened. A Master like Tsuruko Tachibana had been trapped in an extremely simple predicament for more than ten years. If it weren't for Zhou Qin's accidental prompt, he would have continued to be trapped.

The election campaign of the Chief Curator between the ancient meaning school of the Mount Koya and the new meaning school had nothing to do with other cultivation sects, but the cultivators of other sects were also willing to come and watch. Their purpose was to witness the fierce and exciting fight among the cultivators.

Sometimes, witnessing a high level battle would be far better than cultivating by themselves for a year, or even longer!

Zi Yuan thought about it seriously and said, "If... I mean if Li Yundong loses, what will you do?"

Zhou Qin was stunned, "Since Master has already comprehended the knack of the fight, with his previous experience of defeating the strong with the weak, he will definitely not lose!"

However, Zi Yuan asked insistently, "If he loses, what will you do?"

After thinking for a while, Zhou Qin gritted her teeth and said, "I'll try my best to save him!"

Zi Yuan sighed and said, "This is what I'm most worried about! I'm afraid that you can't save him, but put yourself in danger instead! The overall strength of the Japanese cultivation world is not inferior to that of our Chinese cultivation world. Moreover, there must be so many masters on Mount Koya that day. We will be prisoners even if we go together, not to mention go by yourself! If Li Yundong is alone there, even if he can't escape, the Yang Spirit can escape. It will be difficult for others to keep him. Besides, if Li Yundong loses, he will be safe instead! The arrogant Japanese cultivation world will definitely release him to humiliate our Chinese cultivation world."

Zhou Qin snorted angrily. "They're dreaming! Master won't lose!"

Zi Yuan said, "But if he wins, I'm afraid that the Japanese Cultivation World will be ashamed into anger and detain him."

Zhou Qin stood up suddenly and said angrily, "Then we can't let them succeed!"

Zi Yuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have an idea!"

Zhou Qin curiously sat down on the ground again and asked, "How?"

Zi Yuan hesitated for a moment and whispered a few words in Zhou Qin's ear. Zhou Qin was startled and asked suspiciously, "Is that okay?"

...

It was a sunny day in Wakayama Prefecture, Japan the next day. All the major media in Japan had sent a special group to Mount Koya early in the morning, ready to broadcast this grand event in the Japanese Cultivation World.

As Japan was a religious country, almost half of the people believe in Buddhism, and there are tens of millions of people who believe in the Shingon. Therefore, the big event that the election campaign of the Chief Curator between the ancient meaning school of the Shingon and the new meaning school could also be said to be a grand event for the people of Japan.

According to the Japanese media, there would be at least twenty million audiences watching this day's live broadcast!

On this day, many believers had a fast and took a bath early and waited reverently at the foot of Mount Koya.

Not long after, the door of the temple on Mount Koya opened. The monks in cassocks on the mountain flowed out in an orderly manner like the tide.

The leading one was an old monk in a red cassock. He was Kaisai Hikariuni. Behind him were two old monks in purple cassocks. The left one held one scripture in his hand. That was the treasured scripture passed down to the eighth generation ancestor Hongfa by the seventh generation ancestor of Tang Mi, Master Huiguo. The one on the right was holding an extremely exquisite and luxurious Vajra. This Vajra was made of pure gold and was inlaid with gems. It was gorgeous and dazzling.

Behind the two old monks were two rows of middle-aged monks in purple cassocks. They were all cultivators of the second grade and beyond. Only the monks of the second grade and beyond were qualified to wear purple cassocks. These monks held wooden fish in one hand and kept knocking on them with the other, reciting incantations softly.

Behind them were monks under Grand Buddhist Chief. Some of them were holding cymbals, some were holding alms bowls, or huge Vajras, and some were holding long swords in their hands. All kinds of different things representing the differences of different schools in the ancient meaning school.

When the major Japanese TV stations, newspapers, and online media, who had been surrounding the foot of the mountain, saw these monks coming out, they immediately squeezed into a crowd. Among them, one Mitsubishi Van with the words " NHK" was the most conspicuous. They grabbed the front position. Several strong men jumped out of the car, as well as an extremely capable female announcer, which can be seen from her appearance. They quickly rushed to the front of the crowd and occupied the favorable terrain for the live broadcast.

The other reporters saw that their big brother had taken the lead, not to be outdone, they swarmed over and both sides of the avenue are tightly blocked.

Beside the avenue, there was a young man carrying a camera with words "WTV" on his shoulder and a beautiful hostess in a black uniform. No matter how hard they tried, they could not squeeze in and could only turn around in a hurry.

The young man said bitterly, "Qianbei Xiangtian, what should we do? We will be scolded by the section chief if we can't get a shot!"

The hostess named Xiangtian also stamped her feet and said anxiously, "Stupid man, don't I know? Hey, you are a man at least! Can't you force yourself in if you can't squeeze in?"

The young man looked at the impenetrable human wall in front of him and took a deep breath. With a shout, he rushed inside gritted his teeth.

But as soon as he rushed in, he was picked up by a rough man. The man looked at the three words "WTV" on his camera and sneered. "Wakayama TV Station? An anonymous junior dare to be so presumptuous? Get away! Go back!" After that, he threw the young man behind him, and the young man was thrown out like a straw.

The man fell to the ground and climbed up awkwardly. Xiangtian beside him caught up with him and said in horror, "Is the machine okay?"

The man was also nervously holding the camera beside him in his arms. After checking it again and again, he heaved a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Fortunately, the camera is fine!"

When Xiangtian saw his silly look, she was so angry that she kicked him in the calf. She said angrily, "Idiot, you're really useless! I'm so angry. The team is almost over. If we can't capture anything, how can we go back? Do you want to resign?"

The man got up with a frightened look on his face. "Sorry, it's all my fault!"

Xiangtian glared at him and looked around unwillingly. When her eyes suddenly saw the maple trees on both sides of the road, her eyes were lit up. She picked up her skirt and ran toward the big tree. After a while, she climbed up the tree in an extremely indecent posture.

The young man looked at her with a stunning look and stammered, "Qianbei Xiangtian, what, what are you doing?"

Xiangtian shouted angrily, "Idiot, give me the machine! Then climb up on your own. What are you waiting for?"

The young man as if awakening from a dream. He quickly climbed up the tree and began to shoot towering over them.

Many media reporters on the road were unable to squeeze their way to the best position. Especially the powerful TV stations, which occupied almost all the best positions. They didn't even leave any space for their peers.

When these people saw the reporters and the hostess of the Wakayama TV Station climbing up the tree like monkeys and doing live streaming, their eyes were suddenly lit up. They all shouted and did the same thing.

For a moment, in the trees and under the trees on the avenue were full of people. Many hosts were introducing the live broadcast scene to the TV screen. It was as lively as a pot of boiled porridge at the foot of Mount Koya.

After the monks of the ancient meaning school of Mount Koya wandering around the mountain for a circuit, the monks of the new meaning school also joined in. After a circuit, they walked into Kongobu-ji Temple slowly.

At this time, the reporters of the major media rushed to Kongobu-ji Temple crazily. With the previous experience, Xiangtian and the young man quickly climbed up a big tree with the best angle and concentrated on their own report.

What the ancient meaning school and the new meaning school showed in front of the people was not a spectacular fighting scene, but a debate of Buddhism. In front of the world, the chief executive of the Zhenyan Tantrism was elected according to a debate of Buddhism between the two schools. This debate is judged by the media audiences and judges from the major schools.

This debate was long and complicated. The dignitaries of the two schools took turns. Their saliva flew in the air, and their bald heads are all the same. After a few hours, the reporters' interests had dropped significantly.

The young man stuck the machine in the tree branch, aligned the lens and focus, and then looked around. After looking for a while, he suddenly found that below them were a man and a woman from NHK TV station. They were whispering to each other.

The young man tugged at Xiangtian beside him and pointed at below silently. His expression seemed to be saying, "Look, NHK is also here!"

NHK was the best TV station in Japan and a world-class TV station that was on the same level as BBC and CNN. It was also the TV Mecca almost all the Japanese TV practitioners were eager to enter.

Xiangtian gave them a withering look and glared at the young man in front of her. She lowered her voice and said, "It's not a big deal, it's just NHK."

The young man tilted his head with interest and listened to the conversation of the two people below. His absent-mindedness irritated the dedicated hostess. Xiangtian punched the young man in the shoulder and said in a low voice with anger, "What are you doing?"

However, the young man seemed to have found a big treasure. He made a gesture to Xiangtian to silence her, indicating that she should listen to what the two people below said.

At first, Xiangtian was still full of anger and didn't want to do so, but soon the words of these two people attracted her attention.

"Hey, Liu Meizi, what are the highlights of such a boring debate? Why did the section chief send us to take these pictures? He can just send a rookie here!"

"Tsk, you really don't understand! Hey, I'll tell you in a low voice. The section chief has received an internal message that this is just a pretense to deceive the world. What really decides the outcome is an internal battle!"

"Battle? What battle? Between ancient meaning school and new meaning school? Ha, great, that's interesting!"

"No, no! It's not like that!"

"So what's that? Tell me, Liu Meizi!"

"Hee hee, I'll tell you if you beg me!"

"Nice, you little jerk, I'll deal with you tonight!"

"Hee hee, knock it off. Be careful to be seen!"

"Then tell me about it. Spit it out!"

"Well, don't tell anyone about it. Just follow me secretly to take photos later! It is said that the battle later is between goddess Masako Tachibana of Shingon and a chink!"

Hearing this, Xiangtian and the young man in the tree both raised their heads and looked at each other in confusion. "Chink? Chinese? What does the election of the chief director of Shingon to do with Chinese?"