[Xue Xiao] Don't know dreams

"Master! Oh yo yo!"

"It's it again, it hurts like hell!"

In the small Taoist temple beside Qingyuan Mountain, there were cries and shouts one after another.

A young Taoist priest with picturesque features walked out of the door, but he was the abbot of this Taoist temple.Created a sect that does not prioritize blood, and has cultivated several generations of disciples in the past two or three hundred years.

Seeing the master came out, the disciples came forward to complain one after another, not forgetting to present the evidence of their crimes.

Most of these children are orphans, some of them were picked up from the wilderness during night hunting, and now their faces are more round than each other.

It's just that today, these little faces are all painted, and there are wounds on the little hands like steamed buns, and blood is oozing from the inside out.

Master said: "What's going on?"

The disciples all pointed in the same direction.

Looking along the short fingers, there is a black hair ball curled up under the moss-covered stone slab.

Master approached Maotuan, Maotuan trembled, and suddenly raised its tail, only then did it become clear that it was a little black cat.

"Master, you have to be careful! This little crazy cat wants to scratch anyone it sees!"

"Yes, it is very fierce, master must be careful!"

Master stopped and said, "If you hadn't caught it, it would have scratched you? How do I usually teach you?"

The disciples didn't dare to speak any more, and pursed their lips.

The master brought water and food by himself and put them in front of the hairball. The disciples had to form a circle to apologize to it.

"Little crazy cat," Master coughed twice, and immediately changed his words, "Oh no! Cute little crazy cat, oh...it seems that something is wrong, little cat, I'm sorry! We apologize to you!"

The hairball was still tightly curled up under the stone slab, motionless.

Master watched quietly for a while, then let everyone disperse.

After all the disciples left, the little black cat slowly came out from under the stone slab, and its bright eyes faced the Taoist priest who had been waiting for it with a smile for a long time.

"Meow!"

"The little crazy cat is going crazy!"

"Master, help!"

The dishes fell to the ground and fell apart, and the disciples and the cat scuffled into a ball.

Master walked out of the room, frowning and smiling bitterly.

Since the Taoist temple adopted this little black cat, it always squatted outside the master's house, not allowing anyone to approach it.If you want to go in and out, you will be caught a few times and the hem of your clothes will be torn; if you are serious, you will be bitten by one bite, and you will not let go, not to mention the pain.Everyone's nickname "Little Crazy Cat" is well-deserved.

The disciples were punished to kneel on one side, and on the other side were the little crazy cats who were fined to confiscate their food.

"Just wait until tomorrow. I heard that Master decided to throw the little crazy cat far, far away."

Hearing the disciples whispering to each other, the little crazy cat stared at it, bared its teeth, and its hair stood on end.

In the early morning of the next day, Master really packed his bags and picked up the little crazy cat.The little crazy cat struggled wildly in anxiety, scratching and biting the master's hand, covered its bloody palm, and only gently stroked its head.The master took a step forward, and the disciples cheered.

"Master is back!"

Waiting and waiting, Master has been away for half a year, and everyone is looking forward to it.

But, but what happened to the black ball of hair behind Master?Why did that little crazy cat appear again!

"Everyone, run away, the little crazy cat is sneaking back!"

Everyone fled in all directions as if they were facing a formidable enemy. The little junior brother who was flustered and fell down, his face was pale, seeing the black hair ball getting closer and closer to him, he couldn't help closing his eyes in despair.

"Meow meow!"

There was no pain in the hands, nor in the face, nor was the clothes torn.

There is still some fluffy touch on the hand, which is a bit comfortable to itch.

The little junior secretly opened one eye, and the little crazy cat was gently rubbing its tail against him, then turned around deftly, straightened up, with its two paws together, as polite as a bow.

what's the situation?

The little junior rubbed his eyes, and cautiously poked the hairball in front of his eyes that was no longer fried.

"Is it still that little crazy cat?"

The cat's eyes narrowed, and the little crazy cat was obviously a little unhappy, but still nodded.

"Brother and brother! Don't run away, the little crazy cat is not crazy anymore!"

Everyone formed a ball around it and hugged each other.

"Master said, took it out to travel for more than half a year, walked through mountains and rivers, read all kinds of worlds, and taught it many worldly principles."

"It probably knows more than we do, we can't call it little crazy cat anymore!"

The little black cat lying on the younger brother's shoulder watched the master turn around and walk into the room, wondering if his bowing was not standard, why he didn't even receive a gift in return.

The disciples grow up from generation to generation, and only the little black cat is always by the master's side.

In the early morning, I will accompany the master to ring the wake-up bell. During the practice, I will wake up the disciples who are distracted or asleep. At night, I will bring a futon to sleep next to the master's bed.

Gradually, no one could remember its mischievous past. In this Taoist temple, everyone said it was a gentle and good cat.

On this day, Master woke up as usual, only to see an empty futon.

In the corner of the room stood a boy in black, wagging his tail, playing with his saber with great interest.

Shuanghua was pulled out of the sheath, and the boy's own face was reflected on the sword. The face had changed, but the ears were still turning left and right on the head.I wanted to get a clearer picture, but Master's face suddenly appeared behind me.

The boy was startled, his ears pricked up, and he hurriedly put Shuanghua back on the shelf.

"Don't be afraid, come!"

The master didn't look angry at all, and even took out a candy for him to eat.

Very good!

He hurriedly thanked him, but he could only say meow meow, so anxious that he meow meow meow meow.

"It's okay, take your time!"

I remembered the joke many years ago - "You are crazy, how can a cat match?", it was funny and helpless.Unexpectedly, after hundreds of years of suffering from the hell, Xue Yang, who fell into the animal life, really became a cat.

He waited for a long time, longer than expected, until he witnessed the shocking scene just now.

Stretching out his hand to rub the furry ears and tail, the boy narrowed his eyes contentedly, and grinned his mouth to reveal his small canine teeth.

The ears and tail are not hated either, which is great!

The little cat demon, who had just transformed into a human form, boldly hugged the master, rubbed and rubbed, licked his hands, and his face.

Xiao Xingchen made Xue Yang and Shuanghua form a sword pact long ago, and Shuanghua has been protecting the two masters.It's just that Xue Yang didn't know, and never thought that Xiao Xingchen could treat him like this.

The cat demon opened his hand to him.

Do you still want sugar?

Xiao Xingchen quickly took it again.

A tear fell on the palm of my hand.

The cat demon tilted his head in confusion, but just took the tears from the Taoist priest in front of him.

Meow?

How can I bear to answer that these are the tears shed for you?

Xiao Xingchen could only hug him tightly.Pay off the hatred, distinguish between good and evil, embrace each other, and bond for a long time. There is really nothing better than this.