Taoist Master and the Cat - Chapter 218

Su Miaomiao looked at Xie Jingyuan after jumping on his bed. Xie Jingyuan was indeed in a bad condition. His thin lips moved slightly, as if he was thirsty.

Su Miaomiao glanced at Senior Sun once more, but the old man was still immersed in his cultivation.

She had no choice but to transform into a human, fetched the kettle and tea bowl, supported Xie Jingyuan’s shoulder with one hand, and carefully pushed the edge of the tea bowl into his lips.

After feeding him half a bowl of water little by little, Xie Jingyuan fell into a deep coma again.

After putting the kettle away, Su Miaomiao turned her gaze to the white bearded Senior Sun. A sudden impulse took hold of her heart, and she sneaked under Xie Jingyuan’s quilt.

Although she was used to wandering in the mountains and forests, and had slept in even more uncomfortable places, when she had a bed to sleep on, why did she still need to sleep on the floor?

Anyway, Senior Sun didn’t know, and neither did Xie Jingyuan.

After getting into the bed, Su Miaomiao nestled on the edge first, but smelling Xie Jingyuan and feeling the temperature of the human body passing over there, she couldn’t help but rub toward him little by little, and finally clung to him.

Perhaps it was because Xie Jingyuan’s quilt was too comfortable, or because his smell made her feel at ease, so she slept for a long time.

Xie Jingyuan opened his eyes, saw the familiar room, and also saw Senior Sun who was meditating not far away.

Xie Jingyuan speculated that it might be because he successfully killed the three demons with his attack before he fell unconscious, so he survived, and Senior Sun and others were also there.

When he woke up, he couldn’t move, as if all the muscles and bones of his body had been crushed, and he felt powerless.

He just lay there, and the scene of fighting kept appearing in his mind, as well as those fellow disciples who died because they couldn’t be rescued.

His thoughts were all occupied by memories until a slight itchiness came from his waist.

Unable to move his arms, Xie Jingyuan was unable to find out what was lurking beside him.

Suddenly, something soft brushed the back of his hand, small and delicate like a pair of cat ears.

Just as he was about to speak, Senior Sun made a sudden movement. He opened his eyes and looked toward the bed after finishing his night’s practice.

The soft and warm “thing” near his waist stopped moving.

Although Xie Jingyuan wasn’t sure if it was Su Miaomiao, he didn’t dare to tell Senior Sun because he was afraid that he would really find her there, and he wouldn’t be able to explain it clearly.

“Jing Yuan, are you awake?” Senior Sun came over in surprise.

Xie Jingyuan also had some difficulty in speaking, and he could only condense his words, “How is the Qingxu Temple?”

Senior Sun sighed, and sat beside him, taking Xie Jingyuan’s pulse while telling him what happened after he fell into a coma.

The focus was on the patriarch who appeared and solved the crisis, as well as the casualties. Regarding the cat sacrificing her life to save Xie Jingyuan, Senior Sun probably had forgotten it or thought it was not important, so he didn’t mention it.

It was only then that Xie Jingyuan realized that the patriarch actually left a remnant in the temple, and it was fortunate that it was the case, otherwise the eagle would have survived, and would definitely continue to slaughter other members of the same sect, and even the people nearby.

Xie Jingyuan asked about Xu Shou and Gu Jialing’s situation, and then said, “Senior, go take care of other affairs.”

“Then I’ll go first. I’ll let Xuan Cheng deliver the medicine later.”

As soon as Senior Sun left, Xie Jingyuan lowered his eyes, looked at the spot near his waist where nothing unusual could be discerned from the surface, and said coldly, “Come out.”

Xie Jingyuan continued to say, “I know you’re inside.”

The camouflage failed, so Su Miaomiao had no choice but to drill out.

Su Miaomiao got out of the quilt, turned her head, and looked at Xie Jingyuan with a guilty conscience.

Seeing that it was really her, Xie Jingyuan asked, “Why are you on my bed?”

Of course Su Miaomiao couldn’t say it was because the bed was comfortable, she blinked and said pitifully, “I’m afraid. I won’t be afraid if I’m next to the Taoist master.”

Xie Jingyuan recalled the scene of her shivering while hiding in the tree hole.

Perhaps in her eyes, the safest place was with him, the temple’s master.

“This is not appropriate,” Xie Jingyuan said.

Su Miaomiao jumped over him lightly and fell to the ground soundlessly.

“Go and see how Xu Shou and the others are doing,” Xie Jingyuan ordered.

Su Miaomiao wagged her tail obediently, walked to the door, opened a small gap with one paw, and then slipped out.

Qingxu Temple was not a big place, and there were no vacant rooms. When Xu Shou moved in, Xie Jingyuan personally built a wooden doghouse for him. Gu Jialing couldn’t get a room, so he built a very beautiful birdhouse for him on a tree.

Because of serious injuries and coma, the dog and bird were placed in the guest room by the little Taoist masters to recuperate.

Su Miaomiao came over and when she entered the door, she saw the big black dog lying on the wooden bed, with his mouth crooked, revealing two rows of fangs.

Gu Jialing may have received more considerate treatment because of his petite body and fragile look. He was not placed directly on the crude bed board, but in the soft futon.

Su Miaomiao thought that even if it was Xie Jingyuan’s futon for meditation, she would not lie on it. She wondered if Gu Jialing would curse after waking up.

Jumping onto the wooden bed, Su Miaomiao first checked Xu Shou’s injuries.

She witnessed Xu Shou being relentlessly attacked by the fox, each time he was knocked to the ground. Despite the continuous attacks he faced, he rose to his feet every time. But eventually, one of the tails struck him with such force that it seemed like his bones might have been broken.

But those skin wounds on Xu Shou’s body had disappeared, and there were only blood stains left on his black hair, which smelled bad.

Su Miaomiao hurried away and went to see Gu Jialing.

Gu Jialing was a blue bird, not as big as Su Miaomiao’s cat head. That guy always complained in Su Miaomiao’s ear that Xie Jingyuan was stingy. That time, for some reason, he summoned the courage to fight the thousand-year-old eagle in order to protect Xie Jingyuan, and in the process, his two wings were broken.

With the help of half the demon’s core, Gu Jialing not only recovered from the injury, but also shed a layer of feather, and sprouted a new set of royal blue wings.