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Cloud home wedge The Qingcang Mountains stretch for three thousand miles, and the clouds and mist never dissipate all year round. The Yunxi Village at the foot of the mountain has been living by picking mountain products for generations. The villagers are simple and do not know what it is to cultivate immortality. They only know that there are spirits in the mountains and they are not allowed to go out after nightfall. In the ruined temple at the west end of the village, there lived a young man named Ah Jiu. Ajiu has no name and no surname. He is an abandoned baby picked up by the old Miao Zhu. He is called this because he is the ninth child. The year when Zhu left the old temple, Ah Jiu had just turned 12. From then on, he guarded this leaky ruined temple, collecting some herbs from the mountains in exchange for food rations, and barely making ends meet. At dusk that day, it was raining heavily. Ah Jiu carried half a basket of herbs on his back and hurried back. When passing by a mountain stream, I suddenly heard a faint whimpering sound, like an animal, and a bit sad. He didn't want to meddle in other people's business. According to Qingcang Mountain's rules, those who are curious will die. But the intermittent sound tickled his heart, and he couldn't help it. He pushed aside the wet grass and followed the sound. Deep in the mountain stream, beside a clear pool, lay a little snow-white fox. Its hind legs were tightly clamped by a poisoned iron clamp. The blood dyed the surrounding bluestone red, and it was about to lose its hold. When the little fox noticed someone approaching, he raised his head suddenly, his amber eyes filled with resentment and pleading. Ah Jiu's heart trembled. He had grown up in the mountains and had seen countless wild animals, but he had never seen such a spiritual fox. \