Taoist Master and the Cat - Chapter 217

Xu Ying was also looking at her, trying to say something, but his light began to fade.

Xu Ying had no choice but to swallow that nonsense, glanced at the ring on Xie Jingyuan’s finger, and said to Su Miaomiao, “Tell him that I only left a remnant in the temple. Because he was useless, it had already been used. If he can’t hold on to Qingxu Temple, then he should drink the northwest wind together!” (Live in poverty)

Before the deafening lingering sound fell, the phantom disappeared completely as if it had never appeared before.

“It’s the patriarch, the patriarch has appeared!”

The little Taoist masters who had been hiding in the formation of the main hall ran out one after another and kowtowed to the place where the afterimage of the patriarch disappeared.

After paying homage to the patriarch, one of Xie Jingyuan’s martial uncles ran up to him, first felt his pulse, and then excitedly said, “The master is still alive!”

After finishing speaking, the uncle took Xie Jingyuan from Su Miaomiao’s arms and carried him inside to heal his injuries.

Originally there were only a dozen or so Taoist masters in Qingxu Temple, and a few died in the melee, but now only nine of them could stand.

The six Taoist masters followed their uncles to take care of the temple’s master. Only the seven-year-old Xuan Ling and the sixteen-year-old Xuan Cheng went to check on the dead brothers and uncles in grief. Finally, Xuan Cheng knelt beside Xu Shou’s original shape with tears. Xuan Ling also held up Gu Jialing’s small body, with his lips quivering, as if he might cry at any time.

Su Miaomiao just focused on Xie Jingyuan, but when she saw the motionless bodies of Xu Shou and Gu Jialing, her voice trembled, “Are they dead?”

She liked the little blue bird. Although the little blue bird was very noisy, without him, Qingxu Temple would be too boring. She was afraid of Xu Shou, but she knew that he was a good dog. Even if she provoked him when she was bored, the big dog would not really kill her.

Xuan Cheng choked up and said, “They still have some energy, but they are hurt so badly…”

Su Miaomiao quickly checked their injuries, and then ran to the corpses of the fox and the python. Overcoming her fear of the two demons, she tried to dig out their cores, but unfortunately they were smashed to pieces by Xie Jingyuan’s sword light, which also showed how determined Xie Jingyuan’s heart was to kill demons.

Su Miaomiao then ran to the big pit she had sunk into and dug out the body of the eagle. Fortunately, she found the demon’s core that was cut into two.

A complete core was a great supplement to demons. Although that core was split into two and its effectiveness was greatly reduced, it should be enough to save their lives.

Su Miaomiao gave Xu Shou and Gu Jialing half a core respectively.

At that moment, two middle-aged Taoist masters came out and looked at Su Miaomiao with complicated eyes.

Su Miaomiao remembered Xie Jingyuan’s warning that she was not allowed to take human form in the temple. Therefore, Su Miaomiao became her original form again; a beautiful and harmless white cat.

Xu Shou and Gu Jialing were both males, so they always regarded the white cat as a male.

Unexpectedly, when they were hiding in the main hall just now, they saw the white cat transform into a woman, and sacrifice herself to protect their junior.

However, the demons that could be brought back by their junior should all be pure and good demons. Xu Shou and Gu Jialing had tried their best to protect their junior, and it was normal for the white cat to sacrifice her life.

Since the white cat didn’t pay much attention to them, Senior Zhao said, “The master is seriously injured and needs to rest. We are going to clean up the mess in the temple, so feel free to do whatever you want.”

As soon as he finished speaking, other Taoist masters also came out, and the senior uncle Sun Shishu assigned the errands.

Su Miaomiao didn’t like to work, so while the Taoist masters were busy, she slipped into Xie Jingyuan’s room.

The seven-year-old Xuan Ling was sent to guard Xie Jingyuan.

After going through such a big change, Xuan Ling’s heart was still hanging tightly. When he suddenly heard the door being pushed open with no sound of footsteps, he trembled thinking that another big demon was coming. But when he looked at the door, all he saw was a round cat’s head, with a white front paw on the door.

Unaware of Xuan Ling’s fear, Su Miaomiao went straight to Xie Jingyuan’s bed and jumped up lightly.

Xie Jingyuan, who was lying on the bed, was pale and frowning.

“Can you heal him?” Xuan Ling asked with a glimmer of hope.

Because he was young and cute, Xuan Ling was the only little Taoist master Su Miaomiao had paid attention to except Xie Jingyuan after entering the temple.

Su Miaomiao’s cultivation level was not high, and Xie Jingyuan’s injury was too serious, even Master Sun couldn’t heal him.

But with Xie Jingyuan’s cultivation base, as long as he didn’t die, he would be able to take care of himself after waking up.

Looking at Xie Jingyuan for the last time, Su Miaomiao jumped out of the bed, then went to her usual sleeping position under the bed, and curled up into a ball.

It was too scary. She also had to sleep for a while, to suppress the shock.

In the evening, the last rays of the setting sun dyed the roof of Qingxu Temple red.

Senior Zhao and Senior Qian came back from Chenxian Town and brought back several coffins.

“It’s because we didn’t cultivate enough that we couldn’t protect everyone.”

Uncle Sun and Uncle Wang looked at each other, both showing shame.

The two of them, one in his 70s and the other in his early 60s, were decades older than Xie Jingyuan. However, they were not talented enough. The two of them combined couldn’t beat one of the three thousand-year-old demons. So they could only try their best to protect the sect, and let Xie Jingyuan face the danger alone.

Senior Zhao said, “Senior, why did you say that? We practice to slay demons and protect the people. We don’t want to be invincible, but we want to be worthy.”

“Yes, no matter how hard you work, don’t blame yourself, Senior.”

Senior Sun nodded. As the night fell, he made a decision and said, “I will guard the temple tonight. Junior Wang will be on duty tonight, and the rest of you can go to rest first. There will likely be pilgrims coming to the mountain to inquire about the situation tomorrow morning, and we will be busy.”

After the Taoists parted ways, Senior Sun went to Xie Jingyuan’s room.

Su Miaomiao, who was still nested under the bed, heard footsteps. But she knew who was coming, so she didn’t get up.

Uncle Sun checked Xie Jingyuan’s condition, took a futon and put it on the ground beside him, and began to meditate.

Time passed silently. At midnight, Su Miaomiao’s ears twitched again. The next moment, she emerged from under the bed, and stepped on the ground without making a sound.