Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

"I'll see where you run."

A young man in white sneered and looked around for traces of the nine-lives cat. Then he looked at the monk under the willow tree. His pale and delicate hands were stroking the black cat in his arms. The contrasting colors were very vivid.

Luo Jiangbei was slightly startled, then he raised his leg and walked towards the monk.

Chang Qing stroked the fur of the black cat in her arms from time to time. The cat was really pretty, with moist eyes. It was well-behaved and cute, and let her stroke it.

"You demon, you kill innocent people, why don't you surrender?" Luo Jiangbei looked at the black cat with a cold expression.

Chang Qing felt the black cat in his arms stiffen all over, its fur exploded. He gently stroked it with his jade-like fingers, smiled faintly, and said, "Donor, you are mistaken. This is just an ordinary kitten raised by this poor monk. It is not a demon."

As an exorcist, Luo Jiangbei has been exorcising demons and defending justice. In addition, his family was harmed by demons, so he has always hated demons very much. He kills one if he sees one. He is very famous among exorcists.

His eyes fell on the black cat, and he couldn't help but frown slightly. He indeed didn't feel any spiritual fluctuations from this cat. It seemed like an ordinary cat.

He stood there for a while and said, "Excuse me."

After seeing Luo Jiangbei leave, the black cat relaxed all of a sudden and stuck closely to Chang Qing.

"Little guy, would you like to follow me?"

A warm, cool and pleasant voice came to his ears, as if it was filled with wine. The black cat raised his head in confusion and saw clearly the face of the person holding him.

So handsome!

She had never seen such a good-looking person, with a face like jade, cold and otherworldly, and indifferent to sadness or joy, like a god. But her eyes were too compassionate, and the ups and downs of the world and all the sufferings made her heart tremble.

The scorching sunlight seemed to pass through the monk's back and fall into her eyes. She closed her eyes, but could still feel the scorching light, and the darkness in her eyes turned into the color of sunlight on the ground.

Opening his eyes again, the black cat nodded obediently.

This monk gave her such a friendly feeling that she couldn't help but let down her guard and wanted to stay by his side obediently.

The monk chuckled, turned his head to look at Yu Zexun who had been staring at the black cat in his hand, and held the black cat tighter.

"This is my cat. If you want it, go find another one yourself."

Furthermore, this nine-life cat and the young master of the Demon Sect are a pair. How can you allow others to get involved? You are not afraid that after the young master of the Demon Sect finds out, he will carry a 40-meter-long sword and stab you to pieces.

Neither Chang Qing nor the real Lian Chen had ever seen Yu Zexun. They had only heard of his name. Ever since she started traveling with Yu Zexun, she had never asked him his name.

Yu Zexun saw Chang Qing's actions, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then looked away.

"This cat is really interesting."

The black cat looked at him, its round eyes filled with innocence, and meowed softly, looking so silly and cute.

Yu Zexun walked forward, thinking for a moment, how could Wan Chuyao be here? And he looked like a ghost.

Wan Chuyao is the Nine-Life Cat and also the Saint of the Demon Sect. I heard that she went to the Tianluo Secret Realm and disappeared afterwards. I didn’t expect to meet her today.

Changqing originally went down the mountain for the purpose of gaining experience, and he could do whatever he wanted and rest wherever he went.

The rouge-red dusk fell, and soon the clouds disappeared. She found a cave, made a fire, sat on the ground, and silently recited Buddhist scriptures for a while.

Yu Zexun shot a wild rabbit, skinned it quickly, flew to a nearby stream, cleaned it, skewered it with two branches, and roasted it over the fire.

He glanced at Chang Qing provocatively and said, "Monk, my cooking skills are superb, but it's a pity that you don't have the pleasure to enjoy it."

Chang Qing's expression didn't change much. Her crow-colored eyelashes were so thick that they seemed indestructible. The fire that was blown a little slanted by the wind from the cave entrance couldn't spill into her pupils.

Most likely, this person doesn't care about anything.

Wan Chuyao was staring at the rabbit meat on the side. Seeing the greasy meat falling into the fire, her mouth became dry and the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard in the night. Her face turned red and she buried her head in Chang Qing's arm, so as not to look at the tempting scene anymore.

Chang Qing said softly, "Eat if you want to. Don't worry about me. Everything in the world has its own way of living. You don't have to change yourself too much because of others. I am a monk. I don't touch oily meat to keep the pure world. You are an animal, and eating meat is normal."

Wan Chuyao hesitated for a moment but still didn't move.

She was determined to be with the little monk. Even if it meant eating vegetarian food, she could do it.

After a long test, only Yu Zexun ate a rabbit leg, then threw it aside with boredom.

He looked straight at Wan Chuyao, wanting to find out what had happened to him. He tried several times, and it was clear that the other party had lost his memory.

Wan Chuyao was frightened by his gaze and hid behind Chang Qing. She then poked her little head out and looked at Yu Zexun with disdain through her wet eyes.

I know I'm popular, but please restrain yourself.

Yu Zexun's mouth twitched and he didn't want to talk anymore.

The next morning, Changqing continued on his journey.

She was not in a hurry about the demon. The other party had set his eyes on the Nine-Lived Cat. Now that the Nine-Lived Cat was by her side, the demon would come to her sooner or later.

Most people don’t like black cats very much. They think black cats are unlucky and can represent dirty things. However, Wan Chuyao, as a cat with nine lives, has some relationship with reincarnation.

Chang Qing was thinking while she was dealing with some evil demons. Suddenly she stopped and looked up. Not far away there was a big house with wisps of smoke rising from above.

Such a luxurious mansion appeared in this remote wilderness, it seemed like there was something haunted no matter how I looked at it.

Chang Qing held the black cat, silently chanted "Amitabha", and walked towards the door with firm steps.

Above the house hung a plaque with the words "Weng Mansion" and on both sides squatted huge stone lions. Chang Qing walked up the steps, picked up the door knocker and knocked gently a few times.

Soon, a little girl opened the door and poked her head out, as if she hadn't seen a stranger for a long time. She timidly said, "Master, what can I do for you?"

Chang Qing put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name: "My name is Mo Lian. I am honored to meet you, the female donor. I am passing by your place and would like to ask for a bowl of water. Please help me, young lady."

The maid rolled her eyes, said "I'll go report to the old lady," and ran towards the mansion.

"interesting."

Yu Zexun's lips curled slightly, his already aggressive face became even more seductive, his eyes were lazy and he leaned towards Chang Qing: "Monk, this mansion feels interesting."