Xie Qingci, a disciple of the Baopu Sect, opened an old newsroom in Tingyun Town to record people's last words, write stories about legends, and compile family trees. He walked past the life lamp in Qingwu Town, the flower demon in Wuyin Mountain, and the dry well in Yi'an Town.
Every desperate person finds a way back in him.
He didn't know that a white fox was always following behind him.
Five hundred years ago, on a snowy night, he knelt down to bandage the wound of an injured little white fox and said, "Let's go."
The fox had traveled for five hundred years, from nine tails until there was only one left, from a demon to a little thing curled up in his palm.
He spread the Nine-Tails cultivation for him so that he could survive.
This time, it was him who carried him home.
The lights in the old newsroom were kept on, waiting for the little snow-white thing to wake up on its own.
How long is five hundred years? Enough for a fox to walk from the snow to a person's feet and say - I'm not leaving.
There are all kinds of things in the world, and all kinds of people can find their home.
I am also at home.
Purpose: Five hundred years is enough time to grow faith. People who love the common people can also love only one person. There are all kinds of suffering in the world, and writing them down is where they go.