Taoist Master and the Cat - Chapter 219

Su Miaomiao couldn’t hold back, and plucked his feathers with her paws, but he remained motionless.

She observed carefully, and felt that he might still be absorbing the remaining spiritual power of the core, and perhaps after waking up, both their cultivation could increase for decades.

She felt a tinge of regret, realizing she could have picked the core and kept it for herself.

After the inspection, Su Miaomiao returned to Xie Jingyuan’s side.

As she was about to push the door open, she heard a low voice from inside, “Don’t come in.” Reluctantly, Su Miaomiao had to lower her half-raised paw.

She heard Xuan Cheng’s voice, and also heard the sound of splashing water.

After a while, the seven-year-old Xuan Ling came out with a chamber pot.

Su Miaomiao: “…”

Xuan Ling liked the white cat in the temple very much, and explained with a smile, “The temple’s master just finished, now you can go in.”

Su Miaomiao tried to push the door again, but she did not hear any obstruction.

At that time, Xie Jingyuan was sitting on the head of the bed, and Xuan Cheng was holding a medicine bowl in his hand, feeding him spoonful by spoonful.

Facing Xie Jingyuan’s cold gaze, she thought for a while and jumped onto the south window sill.

The morning sun shone over, making the ball of snow-white cat fur dazzlingly white.

The sunshine at that time was the most comfortable, and Su Miaomiao squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

Seeing the cat on the window sill, Xuan Cheng said in admiration, “The temple’s master really has good eyes to recognize demons. The three demons you brought back are really loyal to you.”

Su Miaomiao squinted her eyes, but did not sleep. Hearing Xuan Cheng’s words, her ears twitched.

Loyal? Besides Xu Shou, who else was loyal to Xie Jingyuan?

Xie Jingyuan also looked at Xuan Cheng inquiringly.

Xuan Cheng raised his chin to the white cat, and explained, “The dog and the bird helped us deal with the three evil demons. Later, when you fell into a coma, the white cat also jumped out of the hole, sacrificing herself to protect you in her arms. At that time, if the patriarch hadn’t appeared at the critical moment, I’m afraid that both the white cat and you would… Bah, bad luck, bad luck, I shouldn’t say that.”

Xie Jingyuan was stunned, and looked toward the window sill in disbelief.

Su Miaomiao was still basking in the sun with her eyes squinted, lazily retorting to Xuan Cheng, “I don’t know why I went to save the Taoist master, but it’s definitely not because of loyalty. Don’t talk nonsense. I won’t treat the Taoist master as my master.”

Xuan Cheng was only sixteen years old and was raised in the temple since he was a child, so his thoughts were simple. 

“You are a pet he brought back, and he is of course your master.”

Xuan Cheng didnt understand why Su Miaomiao opened her eyes unhappily and shot him a fierce glare.

Xie Jingyuan lowered his eyes and said, “Continue to feed me the medicine.”

Xuan Cheng also forgot about that brief debate and concentrated on serving him.

After feeding him medicine, Xuan Cheng helped Xie Jingyuan lie back on the bed, and left with the tray.

The room became extremely quiet, so quiet that Xie Jingyuan could hear her breathing under the sunlight.

“Thank you.”

Su Miaomiao was almost falling asleep when she suddenly heard a familiar voice, cold and short.

She glanced blankly at Xie Jingyuan, who also looked at her, then looked away and said, “Thank you for saving me yesterday.”

If it wasn’t for the little Taoist master insisting on mentioning it, Su Miaomiao would not have taken it to heart at all.

As Xie Jingyuan expressed his gratitude, Su Miaomiao grew curious and asked “How is the Taoist master going to thank me?”

“What do you want?”

Qingxu Temple’s master, who just expressed his gratitude casually, of course had to show sincerity.

Su Miaomiao wanted a lot of things, including a steady supply of demon’s cores, delicious food, jade pendants, and jewelry worn by wealthy pilgrims.

However, what she needed most at that time was a comfortable nest.

When she visited him the previous year, Xie Jingyuan also got her a futon, which was shabby, and Su Miaomiao was very dissatisfied.

“I want a new nest, something nice and comfortable.”

Xie Jingyuan thought of the futon he had prepared for her, a brand new futon that had not been used by anyone, covered with a plain blue coarse cloth.

He knew she was a banshee, so her requirements may be higher in that regard.

“That can be arranged.”

After healing, he would take her to town and let her choose a futon that could meet her requirement.

After dawn, many people really went to Qingxu Temple.

Knowing that Qingxu Temple eradicated three thousand-year-old demons with the help of the patriarch, and suffered serious losses at the same time, devout people donated a sum of money.

In that world where demons frequently appeared, those common people had been blessed by Qingxu Temple for generations, and naturally hoped that it could exist for a long time.

It was not until dusk that the steady stream of pilgrims finally left.

Xie Jingyuan lay on the bed for a whole day, and Su Miaomiao also stayed with him. Of course, she hid under Xie Jingyuan’s bed most of the time. Although that guy didn’t drive her away, he was not happy to let others know about her on his side.

During dinner, Xie Jingyuan could barely get out of bed, so he didn’t let anyone take care of him that night.

As for Su Miaomiao, because she stayed under the bed obediently and quietly, Xie Jingyuan didn’t drive her out on purpose.

Cultivation was the best way to heal injuries. At night, Xie Jingyuan sat cross-legged as usual.

That posture tore the wounds everywhere, but when the spiritual power circulated in the body, it quickly suppressed the pain of the wounds.