Everyone owes me a favor

Recently, Feng Rugu became more and more disobedient under Gray Cat's precepts and deeds.

Unwilling to be lonely, he hid behind the vigorous branches of the apricot tree and shouted to a passing young monk: "Meow."

Holding the big flower scissors, the little monk didn't notice the source of the sound for a while, thinking that the cat was hiding among the flowers, so he lowered his head and searched enthusiastically among the flowers.

Feng Ruzhi was so playful, he jumped onto the wall, grabbed the edge with both arms, and greeted with a smile: "Hey, little master, you are alone."

The little monk suddenly heard human voices and looked back in horror, only to see that there was nothing on the wall.

After a while, the door of a Buddhist house squeaked.

Ruyi walked out from inside dignifiedly and indifferently.

He calmly said, "Did it scare you?"

Little monk: "Little uncle, just now..."

Ruyi said: "It's nothing, it's just a naughty kid who escaped from the sword, and I caught it back."

The little monk scratched his head: "I... like a master uncle, I thought it was..."

Just now, it is really too much like the wild cat in the ghost novels, who specializes in capturing people's souls.

And this is a tomcat spirit, which is scary even thinking about it.

Ruyi didn't answer: "What else?"

The little monk looked at the wall worriedly, and raised the flower scissors: "I... I am here to trim the flower branches."

Ruyi bowed lightly: "Thank you."

Closing the door again, Ruo glanced at Feng Rugu in the corner of the courtyard.

Just now, Feng Rugu was dragged off the wall just in time by him holding his leg.

"Ren Zhu" covered Feng Rugu's mouth with both hands from behind. Feng Rugu still refused to settle down. She stared straight at him, but her eyes were full of pampered and proud "I made a mistake this time, dare to do it next time".

Ruyi: "Father, you..."

The next moment, Feng Rugu immediately opened his arms fearlessly, with the cheeky look of wanting to hug him.

After careful consideration, Ruyi made a difficult decision to teach him a lesson, sighed, and walked into the house with his hands behind his back.

Unexpectedly, after he walked two or three steps, he felt a weight on his body, a pair of cold hands wrapped around his neck, one of them groped in along the round neckline of his loose monk robe, all the way to the heart.

Ruyi's heart was tickled slightly by his fingertips, but his face pretended not to move at all: "Father, don't you want to make such intimate words with outsiders, it will cause people to misunderstand for no reason, it's really—um...!"

He grabbed Feng Rugu's wrist: "...don't pinch randomly."

Feng Ruyuan turned his head to look at him, with a bewildered and pure expression.

If one retreats, the next best thing is: "If you want to go out to play, you tell me, and I will take you out."

Feng Rugu parroted: "I want to go out and play."

Through a layer of monk's robes, Ruyi patted his paws that were doing evil: "Okay."

After getting Ruyi's approval, Feng Ruyi was happy, wrapped his arms around Ruyi's neck, swung softly and lightly in front of him, hung himself on Ruyi's waist, looked up at him, and could no longer suppress the gleam of the little fox in his eyes.

Ruyi knew that he had been fooled again, and because he grew more and more like the previous Feng Ruzhi, she unconsciously gritted her teeth: "You..."

Unexpectedly, the next moment, he snuggled his face against Ruyi's collarbone, clung to his ear obediently, and called softly: "Meow."

Ruyi: "..."

...that's all.

Just like looking at the gray cat rubbing against the pillar in the corner, thinking, it's time to take my adoptive father out to see the light of day.

Otherwise, foster father would be completely ruined by it.

Before the gray cat's estrus becomes uncontrollable, Ruyi packs up his luggage and steps on the world.

Seeing him bid farewell to the abbot, the elders of the Discipline Hall watched his leaving back with worried expressions.

This winter, the elder of the Discipline Hall suffered from a serious illness, walked on the verge of life and death, and suddenly became mild-tempered.

He asked, "Two years. Has he ever let go?"

"Let go is for those who seek the Tao." The abbot said gently, "For Ruyi, what he seeks is never the Tao. Now all kinds of burdens are a kind of happiness. Living in this world is also in the bliss of the Western Paradise ah."

"Abbot, what do you mean by that?" The elder of the Discipline Hall heard something worth pondering about, "...do you know something?"

"Ah." The abbot tapped three times on his lips, "The old monk is so confused, I don't know, I don't know."

When Feng Ruyi stepped into the world again, everything he saw was extremely fresh, and he lay on Ruyi's shoulder, poking his head curiously.

Ruyi is still worried that someone will recognize Feng Ruyu, so he finds the body of a blue-eyed black cat that died of cold and starvation on the street, and carefully extradites Feng Rugu's soul.

Now, Feng Ruyuan's soul is growing very healthy, as can be seen from his vigorous posture after getting the cat.

Helpless, in order to prevent him from running around, Ruyi had to let him make a nest in the neckline of his monk robe.

Feng Rugu's performance was not bad, he never ran around, hugged his neck and slept soundly during the day. At the neckline, looking at the bustling streets, the emotions flickering in the blue eyes are really complex, almost human-like.

A lay monk dressed in white and a little black cat, walking on the street, really eye-catching.

One day, Ruyi ordered a bowl of noodles at a noodle stall, took the small plates she carried with her, filled out some noodle soup and noodles, and shared them with Feng Ruru.

Feng Ruyi buried himself in hard work.

The girl watching the noodle stall saw the cuteness of the cat, wiped the sweat from her forehead, walked over, and said with a generous smile: "Master, are you taking the cat out to cultivate?"

Ruyi only cares about wiping off the noodle soup stained on the cat's whiskers for Feng Ruyu: "Yes."

The girl eagerly wanted to pet it: "Where did you buy this cat? It's really cute. I want to raise one too."

Feng Ruyuan's ears perked up and he shook.

Ruyi stroked the thick fluff on his cat's head, and blocked the girl's hand: "One piece of gold is worthless."

He looked up at the stall girl, his eyes lit up: beauty!

Noticing the change in his eyes, Ruyi's face suddenly darkened, he pressed the cat's head with two fingers, forcing him to continue to bury his head in the soup plate, and nodded to the girl: "Excuse me, please bring some vinegar."

The girl failed to touch the cat, so she answered eagerly, then turned around and brought the vinegar pot.

Ru Yi added some to Feng Ru Gu's small noodle bowl: "...Father, be quiet."

Not to be outdone, Feng Ruyuan waved his cat's paw, and poured most of the pot of vinegar into Ru's bowl.

Ruyi: "..."

The silent cold war between one person and one cat lasted until night.

In the middle of the night, they stayed overnight at an inn in Jiangling City.

It's like lighting up a lamp and writing greetings on the spot.

As time went by, people also gradually forgot about Feng Rugu. Although there were still people with intentions who intended to link Feng Rugu's fall into the devil with Fengling's protection, before Feng Rugu died, he revealed the truth of the "behind the world" in the past. It can be said to be a hit.

The families and Taoists who have received his favor, although they are stubborn and brave, but no matter how thick-skinned, they dare not deny the fact of cutting flesh and changing lives in "The Last World". Feng Rugu had indeed suffered heavy injuries because of them, most likely because he was forced into a demon, and the others had no choice but to restrain their arrogance, not daring to attack Fengling's position in the open.

Ruyi has no intention of monopolizing his adoptive father.

Although he had thought about it more than once, he was well versed in Feng Rugu's temperament.

In his life, he was never alone.

Now that the limelight has passed, he is thinking, should some people gradually know that the spirit of his adoptive father is still there?

...Jiangling City is where Jing Sanchai is located.

However, halfway through the pen, it was like closing the pen with a frown.

Now, is it really time?

He picked up the half-written greeting card and moved it with his fingertips, and Bai Tie was burned by a blue will-o'-the-wisp.

... Don't be impulsive, wait and see.

Ruyi put away his pen and ink, turned his head, and when he saw Feng Rugu clearly on the bed, he couldn't help but laugh.

It was Feng Rugu's first attempt to leave the body, shaking his head and tail for a while, only struggling to get out his lower body, revealing a pair of calves.

Ruyi stepped forward, grabbed his calf, and pulled him out: "Father, rest."

Feng Ruyuan was a little dazed, he shook his head, and the bell on his neck made a jingling sound.

Ruyi specially asked for a room with two beds, and wanted Feng Ruzhi to sleep more spaciously.

He tidied up Feng Ruyuan's bed first, and then turned to tidy up his own.

Saying "Father Good Night", he blew out the two lamps in the room, only one was left to illuminate, he pulled up the quilt, and was about to fall asleep, when suddenly he felt a foot move, and a pair of hands came up dishonestly. There was a bulging mark on the quilt, it was a dishonest cat that was pushed up from the bottom of the quilt.

Ruyi still wants to advise: "Father, I specifically want two beds. You..."

His next words were swallowed by himself.

Feng Ruyuan inadvertently grasped an important place and moved up a few inches.

Ruyi's legs immediately stood up, kicking up a bump on the mattress: "Mmm——"

Feng Rugu trudged through the quilt, supported his waist, pushed himself forward, and finally managed to poke his head out of the quilt, lying in Ruyi's arms, looking at Ruyi's cheeks that were almost bleeding , smiled brightly, and said in a soft voice: "I'm coming!"

Ruyi suddenly turned over and jumped up, his back was facing him, his chest heaved violently a few times, his hands were trembling, he held his skirt with one hand, and pressed the front of his thigh with the other: "Feng, Feng as before!"

Feng Ruyuan tilted his head, and caught a strange change in him.

He boldly asked: "You grow mushrooms."

Ruyi: "..."

He didn't dare to say another word, he quickly walked around the screen and held on to the edge of the bathtub, the airflow he exhaled was extremely turbulent.

Ruyi shouted, "No peeking!"

Feng Rugu, who had already tiptoed behind the screen, said, "...Oh."

Ruyi took a few deep breaths, clenched his teeth, and carefully relieved himself, sealing all the sounds in his teeth.

If Feng Rugu dared to poke his head in and say "Are you pulling mushrooms?", he couldn't guarantee that he would die of shame on the spot.

Because he was thinking about Feng Rugu in his heart, he hoped to finish things hastily, but he was really not good at this way, and after tossing for a long time, he still came up with nothing.

Helpless, he clenched the edge of the bathtub, gritted his teeth and let out a low hum: "Father..."

After a while, his legs trembled slightly, his waist bent, as if he had done something terribly wrong, he hurriedly grabbed a towel, wiped his fingers and palms clean, and burned the dirty towel Without leaving anything behind, he acted as if nothing had happened, and turned out of the screen.

"righteous……"

Ruyi was shocked.

The windows of the inn were opened wide at some point, and the cool breeze poured in.

Feng Ruyuan disappeared, and so did the body of the cat lying on the table.

He didn't hear the bell, so he always thought that Feng Ruyuan was staying outside.

But he had forgotten that Feng Rugu learned everything very quickly.

For him, the mere technique of detachment from the body...

Ru Yi rushed to his heart: "Father!"

"righteous--"

There was a bang in Ruyi's head, as if the hills were splitting open in his chest, and the broken stone pierced through the clouds, smashing his heart to the ground in an instant.

Before he knew it, sweat dripped all over his face, his left chest felt numb and hot, and he had to reach out to support the table to keep from falling down: "Feng Ru!"

In the past, the scenes of Feng Rugu committing suicide in the pavilion flashed into his eyes one after another, as clear as yesterday.

...and he went to rescue Chang Boning, but failed to save his adoptive father.

Previously, Ruyi thought he had controlled his emotions well and never lost his composure.

He also thought that he had long forgotten the pain of seeing Feng Ruyu commit suicide that day.

He has always known where his adoptive father is, even though he has been away from him for ten years, even if he is unconscious, he is always there.

Ruyi dare not imagine the feeling of losing her adoptive father.

The pain in his heart was unbearable, the pain made his face livid, and his mouth was full of rust.

Such as gasping for breath, legs trembling slightly, straight like a drowning person, pressing five distinct fingerprints on the corner of the table with fingertips, and unconsciously.

After a while, Ru Yi regained his lax mind.

Ruyi didn't dare to release the "human pillar" in the sword and search for other ghosts, for fear of attracting the attention of the cultivators in the city, so he jumped into the night in a hurry, picked a direction, and searched along the way.

At this time, Feng Rugu was heartless and didn't know that someone was worrying about him.

Ruyi hid behind the screen to pull mushrooms, and never came out to play with him. He felt bored, so he came out to play.

The world is his home, and he just hangs around at home.

His tail flicked, and the pad of meat fell on the top of the wall, making a happy pattering sound.

He bounced lightly in the complex terrain of Jiangling City, jumped on the roof, and enjoyed the joy of freedom to the fullest.

However, somewhere, he always felt that he had been here before.

With three turns and two turns, he jumped onto the wall of a courtyard in Nancheng. When he looked around, he suddenly felt the wall under his feet undulate for a moment.

The mechanism buried inside quickly determined that it was a cat. After the restlessness, it stopped and did not activate the mechanism.

Feng Ruyuan stepped on it with all four paws, but he didn't suspect that it was a hallucination, so he jumped down the wall dexterously, and entered the room without invitation.

Under the moonlight, he saw a young man with the appearance of a Taoist, wearing three silver hairpins on his head, and holding a steel long spear. It drips down the chin, but it seems tireless, and it seems that it can dispel the depression in my heart.

There were also three wine jars missing on the ground, and the wine jars were crookedly buckled on the ground, and they seemed to be empty.

With his two front paws in his mouth, Feng Ruyuan lay on the steps and watched quietly for a while, only to find that this man was not suitable for wielding a spear.

There is a mystery, Feng Rugu can't explain why, but his intuition is so, and he has always believed in his intuition.

He cleared his throat and greeted the stranger: "...Hello."

Jing Sanchai retracted his gun suddenly, because he retracted it too quickly and was drunk, he staggered two steps, and then wedged the tip of the gun between the stone cracks in the bluestone brick floor, stabilizing his body.

He looked around and saw no ghosts.

Jing Sanchai let out a sad laugh, pulled out the spear blade from the crack in the stone, and was about to turn around.

Feng Rugu didn't expect that he would ignore him, so he quickly stood up: "Hello!"

Jing Sanchai didn't even turn her head back, she just lowered her head, buried her face in her palms, and rubbed her face vigorously.

With a smile on his face, he said to himself: "...I'm drunk again."

Feng Ruyuan was shocked: "Hello!"

Jing Sanchai's expression changed, and she turned her head as if she had seen a ghost, only to see a little black cat showing off its might standing on the steps, with its neck held high and its round blue eyes open, looking at him.

One person and one cat fell into a long-term stare.

Just seeing that look brought back memories of Jing Sanchai.

……No way?

"This brother..." Feng Rugu looked at Jing Sanchai who was stiff all over, and wanted to put his discovery in a more euphemistic way.

After thinking about it, he said earnestly, "Don't use a long gun. Talent is something that is not in your life, so you can't force it."

Hearing this, Jing Sanchai's face froze for about half a cup of tea.

After a while, the sound of cats flying and dogs jumping sounded in Qianjiyuan, and the miserable meowing of cats shook the whole field.

"Feng Ru! I'll kill you!"

"Don't be a ghost if you are capable! Come out to me, I will stab you to ashes! Come out!"