Chapter 2: The Guardian Spirit of the Dong Family

Dong Jian walked to the riverbank, noticed that no one was around, and hurriedly took off his long pants, which were heavily stained, to wash them in the river water

Dong Jian took out five yuan and said, "Give me five."

"Excuse me, where is Jubaoshan?" Dong Jian asked the vendor as he took the tea egg.

"I gave you my first time, and I want you to take responsibility for me," Dong Jian shamelessly said

The girl suddenly reached out her hand and wrapped it around Dong Jian's waist, speaking urgently: "Don't move." It seemed as if she was afraid that Dong Jian would push her away.

The vixen struck with great satisfaction, then jumped down from Dong Jian's shoulder and said: "Forget it, killing you, you little brat, is pointless. Ever since your grandfather went to Shaolin Temple to become a monk, he has refused to honor me even after returning to secular life. From now on, the Dong family will no longer know of my existence. I suppose you still have some filial piety; I hit you, yet you remain so obedient."

The fox spirit shook its head and sighed, saying: "We, the immortals, are different from the Buddhists. The Buddhists do not allow their disciples to worship us; they only need to respect us. They emphasize the concept of fate in all matters, whereas we, the immortals, believe that everything must be accomplished through our own efforts. I will gradually explain these matters to you later"

Upon hearing this, the vixen's eyes glinted with cold fury: "You little brat, let me tell you, if you worship me, I will help you achieve your dream of becoming a globally renowned businessman. But if you do not worship me and do not give me more offspring, just wait and see how I will deal with you in the future"

1. A family? Dong Jian was so frightened that he didn't even know what he was saying. How could a vixen be part of his family?

An indescribable feeling immediately enveloped his heart. Dong Jian let out a wry smile and turned to walk towards the nearest vendor selling tea eggs.

"How do you know my surname is Dong? What is a guardian spirit? Why haven't I heard my family mention it?" Dong Jian sat on the ground, trembling and continuously retreating.

Upon hearing this, the vixen became even more enraged: "You little brat, let me ask you, isn't your family, the Dong family, being too unreasonable? How could it take you so long to realize it's time to return and pay respects to your ancestors?"

The girl was so furious that she felt like she could explode: "What exactly do you want?"

Dong Jian felt a surge of joy in his heart and was about to say something to the girl. Suddenly, he noticed a damp patch on his trousers and immediately fell silent.

The vendor happily accepted the five yuan, wrapped five tea eggs in a plastic bag, and handed them to Dong Jian

Dong Jian's timid demeanor provoked the fox spirit to leap onto his shoulder, using her claws to tap on his head: "You little brat, let me tell you, I am no different from the ancestors of your Dong family. From now on, on the first and fifteenth of each month, as well as during the New Year and festivals, you must burn incense and offer tributes to me. Every year on the third day of the third month and the ninth day of the ninth month, you must sacrifice a rooster in my honor"

"Wait, wait for what?" Upon hearing this, Dong Jian was so frightened that he almost cried out.

Arriving at the final station, Dong Jian saw the girl still resting her head on his shoulder. He imagined that this girl, like himself, did not want to part ways. He cheerfully started a conversation with her.

Dong Jian clutched his head after being struck by the fox spirit, pondering to himself that he had only ever heard of people venerating Buddha, Dao, Guan Gong, and the Kitchen God. He had never heard of anyone worshipping a household deity. He had only seen foxes that had become spirits in mythological stories, and he never expected to encounter a living one today, especially one with such a temper

The vixen stood up and swaggered towards Dong Jian: "Because I am the guardian spirit of your Dong family."

Dong Jian summoned his courage and said, "This fox spirit, I wonder what matter you have for me to assist you with"

Dong Jian turned around and was surprised to see a small white fox, about the size of a cat, with a digital camera hanging from its chest. It stood upright like a person and swaggered towards him.

Is my grandfather very impressive? Dong Jian noticed that the vixen seemed a bit fearful of his grandfather, so he quickly asked.

Dong Jian suddenly sat down on the ground, trembling all over like a sieve. Why are there so many cunning foxes in this mountain? Thinking of the beautiful girl on the long-distance bus, he felt a deep sense of despair. No wonder that girl was so beautiful; it turns out she was a fox spirit!

After the fox spirit finished speaking, her fox-like eyes softened as she handed the camera in her hand to Dong Jian: "I am not the girl you saw on the long-distance bus. Since you like her, I just recorded her while she was taking a bath. Take a look and see if my recording is good looking"

The towering trees across the mountains shield the blazing sun, while the cool breeze in the forest brings a refreshing sensation

The vixen raised her head and saw Dong Jian's frightened expression, which made her so angry that she slapped her thigh: "You little brat, what kind of courage is that? Why are you afraid of me? I won't harm you. Let me tell you, eight hundred years ago, I was already part of your Dong family."

Where do you live, and what is your phone number? Dong Jian immediately followed up with his questions

This, this, this fox spirit, on the long-distance bus, I failed to recognize the great mountain, and I have committed an offense. Fox spirit, please do not take it to heart. " Dong Jian clasped his hands in a salute to this talking fox spirit, continuously offering kind words.

"What’s wrong? Don’t you want to tell me?" The girl turned her head away and ignored him. Dong Jian felt a surge of anxiety in his heart and pressed on with his questions. However, no matter how much Dong Jian pressed, the girl no longer lifted her head.

Two straight long legs moved briskly, and the breeze they created gently danced her long flowing hair

The long-distance bus came to a stop without anyone knowing when, and the crowded passengers gradually relaxed. The girl slowly lowered her long legs that had been raised.

"Stop looking, what you just saw was all me," the vixen said, walking up to Dong Jian, hands on her hips, speaking in an angry tone

The vendor quickly raised a hand, pointing in the direction away from Bai Rou: "Keep going straight, after passing the mountain ahead, the second mountain will be Jubaoshan."

There were only a few people left in the carriage, and the girl raised her head to look around. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she quickly turned around, swiftly took her backpack from the luggage rack, and held it along with a book in front of her. She shot a fierce glare at Dong Jian, and her gaze fell downwards. Upon seeing the disarray below him, her face immediately turned bright red, and she hurriedly fled from the long-distance bus

Ah... Dong Jian was so frightened that his hair stood on end. With a loud shout, he dropped the long pants in his hand and ran. Just after running for a dozen meters, he saw another fox standing in front of him, also with a digital camera hanging from its chest, hands on its hips.

He looked around, and a tall figure immediately caught his eye. The white gauze dress was already soaked with sweat, and her skin, partially visible, appeared even more pure and white as jade. The white fitted short skirt accentuated her slender waist, making it even more enchanting. Below her waist, the graceful peak, swayed gently with her movements, causing one's heart to race.

Upon hearing this, Dong Jian quickly turned around and chased after the direction in which the girl had walked away. However, this brief moment of delay caused the girl's figure to vanish from Dong Jian's sight.

Dong Jianye hurriedly reached for the last backpack on the luggage rack, holding it in front of him as he disembarked from the long-distance bus

Upon hearing this, the vixen became even more furious, her claws striking Dong Jian's head with a series of loud thuds: "You little brat, if you worship me, I will ensure that your family remains safe and enjoys wealth and happiness, do you understand?"

"Hehehe, you little rascal, are you enjoying yourself in the car?" A melodious voice came from behind Dong Jian.

"Hey, you little rascal, stop right there." In this direction, there was actually a fox, sitting on a large rock like a person, fiddling with its digital camera

You little rascal, remember this: from now on, you will be responsible for branching out and expanding the family. I want to ensure that the Dong family has a prosperous lineage, so that it won't be like you and your father, with only a single line of descent. If either of you were to pass away early, I would have no one to worship me in the future. If there are more people in the Dong family, then I won't have to worry about this matter.

"You little brat, do you still want to run away?" The voice of the vixen was filled with anger, making Dong Jian dare not retreat any further. He turned his head to look around, trying to see how many cunning foxes were present. However, he could no longer see a single fox outside; even the two he had seen earlier were nowhere to be found.

"This fox spirit, why do you want me to burn incense and make offerings to you?" Dong Jian asked boldly.

The girl glared at Dong Jian, feeling that even if she told him everything, he would not help her. Her recent experience had made her realize that such circumstances could not withstand the ruthless torment.

"Fox spirit, I need to make money in the future, and I won't have time to worship you." Upon hearing this, Dong Jian was so frightened that he quickly declined.

Ah... he shouted again in fear and turned to run in another direction

Seeing Dong Jianzhang at a loss for words, the vixen angrily shook her hand: "You little brat, forget it, asking you is pointless, you wouldn't be able to answer anyway. Alright, don't go worshipping your ancestors; the graves of your old Dong family ancestors have long since disappeared. Now, only I am here waiting for you."

"Would you like to buy a tea egg? One yuan each," the vendor asked Dong Jian with a hint of cheerfulness.

"You bastard," the girl exclaimed in anger, turning her head and resting on Dong Jian's shoulder, no longer paying any attention to him