I am a monster.

To be precise, it is a fox demon. People in the world have many misunderstandings about fox demons. Whenever fox demons are mentioned, the first thing that comes to mind is Daji from the Shang Dynasty who suffered from cholera.

Then there are the thatched houses with candles on them. There must be a student in the thatched house who studies at night with a candle. These scholars are either poor, talented, handsome, or ordinary-looking.

But the same thing is that these scholars will definitely be reading and studying hard at night. Maybe they heard some strange noise outside, or more directly, someone knocked on the door.

When you open the door and take a look, you will meet a charming beauty.

As for what happens next, in short, few people in the world think about the good things. The endings of these scholars are basically being seduced, having their hearts ripped out, or having their yang energy sucked dry.

Since I came to the human world, along the way, I have heard and heard about fox demons wherever I go. In the eyes of humans, we fox demons are all deceptive and lustful things.

I am full of doubts about this. I have never done anything, and I have never thought about doing these things. Why do people think that I am like this?

I was very puzzled and inevitably angry, so I specifically asked a human to ask. I asked him, "Have you ever seen a fox demon?"

The man seemed stunned for a moment when he heard this question, and then answered honestly: "I have never seen it."

I asked him again, "Then why are you talking nonsense if you haven't seen it?"

The man pointed to the market in front of him, "There is a storyteller in the market in front of us who tells stories every day. We all come here to listen to his stories. If you want to go there, you have to go early. If you go late, you have to go there."

Stand at the bottom."

I let this man go and went to the market he mentioned to look for the so-called storyteller.

Before I went there, I thought I had found the person who spread these rumors, but after I went there I found out that he was an ordinary human being, nothing surprising.

I just opened my mouth and spoke more eloquently, and was surrounded by a group of people who kept talking. Amidst the exclamations of the people around me, I grabbed the storyteller by the collar, lifted him up in the air, and asked him what he said every day.

Where did you hear the story?

He shivered and said it was from a book. Before I could ask what book it was and who wrote it, he grabbed my wrist with one hand.

I turned around and saw that it was my sister.

She pulled me out of the market. On the way, I asked her, "Aren't you angry that these humans are talking bad about us?"

My sister didn't seem angry, she just said we didn't catch up with the good times.

I didn’t quite understand what she meant, “What do you mean by not catching up with the good times? Then when is the good time?”

She said that the pre-Qin period was a good time, and that we fox demons were auspicious at that time. No one said anything bad about us, and everyone worshiped us.

I don’t know when the Pre-Qin Dynasty was, and I don’t know what year it was in. I only know that it is now... I heard those humans say it was the ninth year of Zhenguan.

Sometimes when talking about this year, those people would add the word Tang in front of it. I originally thought it was a big candy that could be eaten for a long time, but later I realized it was not the case.

"How far is the pre-Qin period from us now?"

"Perhaps more than a thousand years, perhaps more than two thousand years."

My sister didn't seem to know, and she spoke vaguely, but I was still surprised, because I remembered that although my sister was older than me, she only cultivated human form two or three hundred years earlier than me.

So how did she know about things that happened more than a thousand years ago, or even more than 2,000 years ago?

She said: "From the book."

It's in the book again.

Those who say that we fox demons are bad are in books, and those who say that we fox demons are good are also in books.

So are books good or bad?

"You should read more in the future. Human beings record everything in books. There are good and bad books."

My sister seemed to know what I was thinking, she said this at the time.

Later, I followed my sister's advice and learned to read like a human being, but reading was a very boring thing, and there were many parts I couldn't understand.

When I asked my sister, she just shied away and said that she would understand if she took a closer look. When I met that person later, I thought that maybe my sister at that time didn’t understand very well either.

that person....

The Tang Dynasty was a very powerful era. Sometimes when I went out to buy food, I would always hear some humans talking, saying that the sage sent a general named Li to conquer the country.

While we were talking, those humans seemed very proud, and their eyes seemed to be shining. I didn’t understand. The book said people would die in war, so why were they so happy?

Aren't people in the Tang Dynasty afraid of death?

I took the food I bought and returned to my residence with doubts. I wanted to ask my sister as usual, but as soon as I got back, my sister told me not to go out recently. There were a lot of Taoist people in the city.

I understand my sister's concerns. There are many stories about Xuanmen people in books. In the stories, these people are all trying to kill us monsters.

And I am just a fox demon who has just transformed into a human form. I might be easily killed when I encounter them.

I obeyed her and didn't dare to go out for many days, but then I couldn't help it anymore. I wanted to eat those pastries, those pastries filled with honey.

So I ran out secretly and was discovered by several Xuanmen people.

I haven't beaten them.

But the strange thing is that they didn't kill me, but took me to a big yard, and then I met that person.

A young-looking man wearing a white robe was sitting next to a large eucalyptus table, holding a pen and writing something. I glanced at it curiously, but I couldn't understand it.

Then my eyes were attracted to the plate of pastries next to him. He looked up at me, and then pointed at the plate of pastries.

I think this is meant for me to eat.

So I ate it.

It was delicious, better than any pastry I had ever eaten before. Just when I was enjoying eating it, I suddenly heard him ask: "What is the spirit made of?"

"...."

I was stunned. I thought there might still be residue from the pastry around my mouth at this time, otherwise he wouldn't have taken out the brocade handkerchief from his arms and handed it to me.

I took the handkerchief and wiped it around my mouth, but I was thinking about how to answer his question.

I don’t want to tell him that I am a fox spirit, or rather, why should I tell him?

You want to bribe me with a piece of pastry?

Not even two dollars.

At least three dollars, no, four dollars.

"Kill if you want, I won't say anything." As I said that, I threw the handkerchief on the table angrily, then reached out and grabbed a few pastries and stuffed them into my mouth.

I think this must be the lair of those Xuanmen people. Once I come here, it is absolutely impossible for me to get out alive.

I heard that human beings will have a meal before they die. These pastries are my meal. I feel it is not a bad idea to eat such delicious pastries before I die.

Just after hearing what I said, the man behind the table seemed to be interested. He put the brush aside, raised his head and asked, "When did I say I wanted to kill you?"

"If you don't kill me, then why did you bring me here?"

"Register and make a list and issue an ultimatum."

He only said these eight words, but I was a little confused, because I knew that I didn't seem to be dead, so I looked at the cake in my hand and didn't know whether I should put it back.

After thinking about it, I still didn’t let it go. I even stuffed another one into my mouth and said in an indistinct way: “I still don’t know how to say anything, and you might be lying to me. My sister said that human beings are mysterious.

....”

"Oh? You have a sister?"

I quickly shut up, and at the same time I was secretly annoyed that I accidentally exposed my sister.

Seeing that I stopped talking, the man stood up from behind and walked a few steps in the hall, and said seriously: "I'm not lying to you. There were indeed cases where monks killed monsters, but those were mostly in the past.

Things in the past are now in the Tang Dynasty. Do you know what the saints of today once said?"

"..."

"Since ancient times, people have valued China and despised barbarians. I only love them the same way."

He said this sentence to himself, and explained to himself: "Whether they are barbarians outside the Great Wall who are not of my race, or thousands of common people of my race, as long as they are willing to educate, they are my people of the Tang Dynasty. Today,

The fact that everyone in the world can treat everyone equally shows how generous a saint is, and the same goes for monsters like you.

All things born in nature, whether they are humans or monsters, cannot be determined by one's own strength. You were born and raised in the territory of my country, the Tang Dynasty, and you are the people of my country, why should I kill you?"

He said a lot of things in one breath, which I thought made sense, and I believed him eight or nine times. He might really not kill me.

So I asked him: "Have you read a lot of books?"

"....did read some."

"oh..."

I said "oh" and continued to eat the pastry in my hand, thinking that it was no wonder he could say so many reasonable things. Scholars are always very eloquent.

"Now can you tell me what kind of spirit you are?"

"cat."

I thought about it and felt that the identity of the fox demon was not very good. People in the world have too many prejudices against fox demons, so I said that I was a cat.

"A fox demon made from a cat?"

"..."
To be continued...