Chapter 77 Turned into a cat!?
Ping woke up.
She lay on the table, covered with a magic ribbon.
Although it wasn't cold, it looked like it was dead and waiting for its funeral.
However, the deceased in the room was someone else.
"woke up?"
The boy's voice rang out.
She turned over and looked at the bed directly opposite her.
The other person propped their head up with their arm and smiled at her, their eyes crinkling: "Good morning."
Nezha was on her bed.
So what happened yesterday wasn't a nightmare after all.
Pingyu, supporting her aching back, slowly got up. She asked, "Why are you up so early?"
“I didn’t sleep,” Nezha replied. “I’m a ghost, I don’t need to sleep.”
Then you damn well better give me back my bed, you little rascal!
Perhaps because the resentment on her face was too obvious, Nezha added unhurriedly, "I let you come up here, but you didn't want to sleep with me."
Is this even human language? It sounds like he owns the bed!
This is truly a reversal of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches!
Pingyu didn't argue with him, but instead plotted how to get rid of the brat out of the house tonight.
Suddenly, footsteps approached outside the door. A figure appeared on the paper window frame, and she called into the room, "Miss, it's time to get up and have breakfast. Madam and Grandpa are waiting!"
She glared at Nezha: "You wait for me."
The obedient boy said, "I'll wait for you."
The question and answer were subtly intertwined.
Pingyu, under Nezha's gaze, quickened her pace and stopped looking back.
It was only a few steps from the table to the door, but Pingyu felt as if she had traversed several courtyards. The moment she stepped across the threshold, she immediately closed the door. Her swift action startled even the woman in green.
Why is Miss acting so strangely as soon as she wakes up? Her brows furrowed in alarm, as if some demon was chasing her from behind the door!
She took a few steps back and noticed that Pingyu was only wearing a single layer of clothing.
The autumn breeze was slightly cool, and Pingyu was afraid of the cold. Green-clad woman busied herself leading her into the dressing room and helping her choose clothes.
"What's wrong, Miss?"
While helping Pingyu change his clothes, she asked.
"It's nothing."
"We can't just expose Nezha inside the house!" Pingyu replied perfunctorily, then, as if he had thought of something, instructed, "For breakfast today, choose a few dishes and bring them into my room."
"yes."
The female slave asked again, "Then won't you eat with the Madam and Master?"
"go."
Ignoring the other person's scrutiny, Ping Yu said nonchalantly, "I'm afraid I'll get hungry later, so I'll have a snack."
Green-clad: Did it grow a second stomach?
She assumed the other person was still growing and agreed to the instructions.
Lin Dong and Xue Yue'e were already at the restaurant.
When they arrived at their destination, Pingyu realized that he wasn't the only one who hadn't had a proper rest.
The three of them all had varying degrees of dark circles under their eyes. Sitting like that at a table, they looked like pandas having a meeting.
Lin Dongdao, the giant panda, said, "I don't know what happened yesterday, strange things kept happening. They say that encountering a ghost means great wealth, could it be that my Lin family's chance to change our fate has come?"
"Being alive is a blessing, don't think about anything else." Xue Yue'e was frightened yesterday and wasn't in good spirits this morning, so she didn't touch the rice porridge on the table. She doesn't eat breakfast, and the peeled egg in her hand just happened to fall into her daughter's bowl.
As soon as Pingyu sat down, his mother looked over and asked, "My dear, who was that ghost you were talking to yesterday?"
Pingyu: ...
Are you going to unleash your ultimate move right away?
She didn't hide it: "Nezha."
Pingyu had something to ask his parents for help with, so he naturally had to first praise them as a prelude.
The two were stunned, yet found the answer strangely reasonable.
Yes, the daughter has no other friends, and the only ghost who would help her family is Nezha.
Thinking of this, the two felt compassion.
After all, Nezha had stayed at their home for several months, and the perfectly healthy boy was gone just like that, in such a resolute way. He gave his life for Chentang Pass, but Chentang Pass treated him as if he were merely erased from their lives, letting him go so easily. Lin Dong and Xue Yue'e, well aware of the coldness of human nature, how could they not sigh with sorrow? Moreover, just yesterday they had rejected their daughter's suggestion to attend the seventh-day memorial service, and now this person had come to their rescue.
The two were filled with shame.
Seeing this, Pingyu added more information: "The one who caused the people of Chaoge to rise from the dead and break the deadlock was also Nezha."
Xue Yue'e asked, "Isn't today the seventh day after his death? How come he came back yesterday?"
Pingyu answered fluently: "He returned yesterday, but he can't show himself until the seventh day after his death. He said he was well taken care of by our family before he died, so he came to visit. Unexpectedly, he ran into Wang Shanzai causing trouble, so he took care of him in the process."
Lin Dong wanted to slap himself even more.
What a good child!
“Then go burn some paper money for him today, my dear,” Xue Yue’e said, not knowing how to make herself feel better. “Now that things are over, go and give some money to the slaves who guard the cemetery. The seventh day after death is a big event and should not be taken lightly.”
"He can't receive it now, Mother."
Lin Dong and Xue Yue'e both felt guilty towards Nezha, which made her next suggestion more certain: "Although Nezha succeeded by borrowing the yin energy of dusk, no one had offered him incense before. Now his spiritual power is exhausted, and he is weak in body and spirit. Instead of the seventh day after his death, why don't we build him a palace?"
"Imperial Palace?"
“Yes, a temporary palace.” Pingyu leaned back on the table and sat up slightly. “He saved Chentang Pass, so he can certainly bear the responsibility. Let’s go somewhere far away, so Uncle Li doesn’t find out. Let’s build a temporary palace for Nezha and make a golden statue of him. Let those people offer him incense and support him, so he can return to the path of immortality as soon as possible.”
"That's excellent!"
Ping Yu gave the place name without hesitation:
"Cuiping Mountain".
The book doesn't explain why Taiyi Zhenren chose Cuiping Mountain as the location for Nezha's palace. To avoid any oversights, Pingyu also didn't change the location.
A happy and harmonious breakfast.
Meanwhile, the woman in green had already brought the food into the house as instructed.
As soon as she pushed open the door, she felt a chill run through her body.
"Strange." The female slave put down the food box and shook it three times. "Isn't this room supposed to face the sun, Miss? Why is it so cold?"
She muttered to herself, not thinking much of it because she had other things to do. The moment she stepped out of the house, the boy appeared beside the table. The weak Nezha that Pingyu had mentioned was pulling back the prayer mat and staring blankly at the food box on the table.
The girl had a small appetite, so she wouldn't eat another meal after having one in the cafeteria.
Nezha knew that this was the breakfast that Pingyu had prepared for him.
He didn't touch the food box, but suddenly chuckled softly.
The boy looked gentle, reluctant to open it.
When Pingyu returned, he saw the boy staring blankly at the food box.
Why aren't you eating?
She carefully closed the door and asked curiously.
Nezha replied, "I can't eat it all by myself."
Pingyu: No, do you mean I have to feed you?
Looking at the other person's expression, he explained, "I am a dead man, so I cannot eat the food of the living directly. You have to light incense and place the food in front of the incense burner. Only then can I eat it."
By the way, Nezha is now a spirit.
Pingyu was attracting ghosts, and there was no incense in her room. The items prepared for the seventh day after Nezha's death had all been stored in the storeroom by the woman in green. Pingyu had kindly prepared food for Nezha, but he couldn't eat it, leaving her in a dilemma.
"Then I'll go out and buy it for you?"
She asked, making a move to leave.
Nezha stepped forward and grabbed her, saying, "I have some in my house."
She then slapped her forehead, remembering that Nezha was a member of the immortal sect. Talismans, magical implements, incense, candles, and paper money should all be readily available in his room.
"Then let's go to your room!"
The girl slung the food box over her shoulder, ready to leave. But suddenly, a gray shadow burst in through the open window. Startled, Pingyu mistook it for the twin ponytails and nearly dropped the food box. Luckily, Nezha caught her, preventing a disaster. With someone beside her, Pingyu calmed down.
She stared intently at the box and instantly recognized the living creature perched there: "A pigeon?"
It was a lean pigeon with dark eyes. Although its body was grayish, one could vaguely see whitish feathers. Pingyu noticed that it was carrying a section of bamboo tube on its back and, out of curiosity, wanted to open it to take a look.
But the pigeon missed her line of sight and flew away before Ping Yu's fingertips could reach it. Ping Yu missed and staggered half a step.
She retracted her fingers and angrily punched the air, shouting, "I knew it!"
Pingyu is possessed by a ghost. Animals with high spirituality avoid her, while those with low spirituality regard her as a great ghost.
After the girl finished punching, what she saw when she turned around broke her defenses even more.
The pigeon that had avoided her landed steadily on Nezha's finger. Pingyu exclaimed in disbelief, "How?!"
Nezha carries the burden of killing, and his level of dislike in the animal kingdom is comparable to hers.
"Because I'm more likable than you?" Nezha teased her, reaching forward with his hand holding the pigeon: "Look, it listens to me."
"That's the least likely reason!" she snorted irritably, and using Nezha's outstretched hand, she noticed the anomaly: "Why is it resting on your hand?"
Nezha is a spirit, and usually only he can touch others; others cannot observe or touch him.
Of course, exceptions exist for people with special constitutions, such as Taoist practitioners and those who are well-adjusted.
He gave her a look that seemed to say, "You finally figured it out," and explained, "Because these are my pigeons, and they have a spirit about them."
No wonder it's so close to Nezha, it turns out it's a domesticated pigeon.
"A carrier pigeon?" she asked curiously. "What's inside the bamboo tube?"
"It's nothing." The boy reached out and pulled off the top cap, showing her the empty tube inside.
Pingyu wanted to ask more questions, wanting to know why Nezha's pigeons had suddenly come here.
The boy put the lid back on. He glanced at Pingyu and said, "Let's go, I'm hungry."
"Huh? Oh."
Pingyu's attention was diverted, and Nezha lightly let the matter pass.
Her hospital was connected to the other hospital's, and the two hospitals were linked by a side door.
Following Nezha's instructions, Pingyu retrieved the stove and incense from inside the house, lit them, and placed the food on them.
The moment the plate hit the table, something magical happened.
In front of Nezha, the same table and food appeared.
He picked up a piece of rice cake and fiddled with it, saying to Ping Yu, "It would be hard to explain if we prepared another meal and sent it inside. I don't need to eat, so there's no need to prepare anything for me afterward."
The girl didn't answer immediately; instead, she asked, "Is it delicious?"
Nezha paused as he was about to take a second bite. His cheeks puffed out, and he nodded somewhat slowly.
"Um...."
The rice cake is fragrant and sticky, and very delicious.
"Then why not eat?" Ping Yu tossed his hair arrogantly, seizing the opportunity to show off: "It's not like I can't afford to feed you!"
Then, she turned to the pigeon pecking at the rice porridge on the table: "Besides, I can afford to keep it."
Pingyu was much gentler with the sounds of small animals than he was with Nezha.
Nezha's relaxed expression instantly turned hostile.
The pigeon shuddered, completely unaware that its owner suddenly looked murderous, seemingly intending to stew it into soup.
Pingyu was completely unaware; she still stubbornly wanted to touch the furry creature: "What does it eat? What does it live in? Should I make it a grass nest?"
“It can build its own nest.” Nezha put down his spoon and glared at the pigeon.
He was a little jealous.
The pigeon was so frightened that it didn't move, allowing Pingyu to successfully touch its soft feathers.
Having satisfied his craving for animals, and now enamored with the soft, warm comfort of his pet pigeons, he feels an even greater attachment to them.
Since Nezha is already being kept in her house, what's wrong with having an extra pigeon?
Nezha's pigeons are her pigeons!
"How long will it take for it to build its own nest?" Pingyu insisted, "Just a little bit of weeds and mud will do, just a quick patch. I'll have Green Robe go find a carpenter later to build it a little house."
"We've known each other for so long, why don't you build me a house?"
Nezha was displeased. Though he was dead, his skills remained. As he spoke, the boy made a hand seal, and instantly pink smoke filled the spacious courtyard. Ping Yu was first startled by Nezha's unreasonable words, then choked by the thick smoke. She coughed a few times and retorted indistinctly, "What are you talking about? Isn't this courtyard your house? You're still living in my room!"
She waved her hand like a fan, dispelling the thick fog that lingered around her face.
Pingyu received no reply from Nezha, and some doubts began to grow in her heart. When the fog cleared, she realized that not only the voice, but even the boy's shadow had vanished.
"Nezha?"
It is said that some evil Taoist priests would abduct souls to refine medicine, which made Pingyu panic.
She quickly called out, trying to get a response.
Meow~
A cat? Where did this cat come from?
Pingyu subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound and saw that where Nezha should have been was replaced by a completely black cat as the thick fog dissipated.
It has a pair of golden eyes, and golden hoops hang from its ears as earrings. A sash, like an apron, is tied around its neck.
She tried calling out, "Nezha?"
The black cat approached her, rolled over, and exposed its belly.
He blinked his beautiful cat eyes, appearing docile: "Then can I stay here indefinitely?"
Author's Note: Pingyu, at such a young age, has already started a life of bird watching and cat-playing.
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