"Don't worry, this weight won't bother me." Fan Zhiyi held the cat in one hand and the lantern in the other.
So Bing Nandong stopped paying attention to him and bowed to the monk who seemed to be the leader. The monk put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."
"I'll leave the Xue residence's salvation matters to you, Master. Tianyunmen will set off for our return tomorrow."
After some polite words, Bing Nandong took Fan Zhiyi and A Yu and continued on their journey.
So it was just for the handover of work, Fan Zhiyi thought, but the scene was quite spectacular.
But A Yu didn't dare to go forward, saying that she was scared by the sound, so Bing Nandong let her stay alone in the distance.
Fan Zhiyi was curious about this scene, something he had only seen in novels before. He asked Ayu, "Do you really feel scared when you listen to the Buddhist scriptures? Do you feel like you're being liberated and sent away?"
Ah Yu looked gloomy and rolled her eyes at him: "I don't know, I don't know."
Finding that Ah Yu didn't want to talk to him, Fan Zhiyi went to talk to Bing Nandong again: "Are we going back to Tianyun Sect's headquarters tomorrow?"
"Yes." Bing Nandong glanced at him and found that Fan Zhiyi was holding a lot of things in his hands, including a cat, a lamp, and a bag of osmanthus cake.
Bing Nandong said, "It's getting cold."
"Yes, but I don't have any hands now." Fan Zhiyi raised his hand to indicate.
Bing Nandong then took the cat and lantern. Fan Zhiyi watched with eager eyes as the cat and the lantern, which could protect him, left his hands. He subconsciously reached out to take them back. Bing Nandong glanced at him and said, "Those things won't dare get close to me while I'm here."
Ah Yu, who had been mute the whole time, finally couldn't help but retort, "You are so powerful, why did you still light that lantern? It made me have to walk behind all the time."
"I like it." Bing Nandong replied her with three words.
A Yu: “…” Forget it, out of sight, out of mind.
Fan Zhiyi opened the oil paper bag. Fortunately, it was still warm. But to be honest, he was not very hungry. However, Bing Nandong seemed to want him to eat it, so he decided to eat it just to show his appreciation.
It was soft and sweet but not greasy, and the fresh fragrance of osmanthus filled his mouth. Fan Zhiyi exclaimed sincerely, "It's delicious."
After hearing this comment, Bing Nandong withdrew his gaze, but because the osmanthus cake was so delicious, Fan Zhiyi couldn't resist and ate two more, until he was so full that he couldn't bear it.
He planned to make the rest for breakfast tomorrow morning. Although Bing Nandong said it wouldn't taste as good when it got cold, Fan Zhiyi didn't think it would be that bad.
Fan Zhiyi really wants to find someone to share with. If Bing Nandong doesn’t like sweet things, then the only ones left are A Yu and Xiao Hei.
Fan Zhiyi asked Bing Nandong, "I'm going to make this sweet-scented osmanthus cake for Ah Yu. Can Ah Yu have it?"
"Where do you get all these weird ideas?"
“It just came to my mind naturally.”
Although he didn't really want to pay attention to Fan Zhiyi's stupid question, Bing Nandong still replied: "No, ghosts and humans live in different ways."
"Oh, what can a ghost eat?"
"Candle." Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi, "Oh, and you too."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." He chose to skip the following sentence, "Then I will burn paper money for A Yu, can she buy herself some food?"
"Since you are so curious, why not try it yourself?" Bing Nandong looked at him.
Fan Zhiyi made a gesture to seal his mouth and automatically turned off the microphone.
***
The style of the Tianyun Sect's camp was completely different from Jiuwanli's. The tents were connected to each other, and the disciples guarding the gate rushed over from a distance and called out to Bing Nandong, "Big Brother is back!"
"Well, where's the Second Elder?"
"In the tent, the lights are out. Is there something you want to discuss with the Second Elder, Senior Brother?"
Bing Nandong shook his head: "Just asking."
"Big Brother!" Wu Bai suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The smile on his face instantly disappeared when he saw Fan Zhiyi. "Why did you bring him back? And she, she's so brave to come to Tianyun Sect."
"I asked Changsheng to send Zhiyi to Jiuwanli to recuperate. This ghost once saved us. I've reported this to the elders, and they've agreed to let him stay," Bing Nandong replied simply, admonishing him, "Don't let your words lead to gossip in the future."
"Big Brother..." Meeting Bing Nandong's gaze, Wu Bai wanted to argue, but now he could only swallow his anger and reply, "Yes."
"Where's the eldest husband?"
"Senior Brother Lu is in the tent. I'll take you there." Wu Bai immediately put on a smile again.
Fan Zhiyi followed behind them. Bing Nandong suddenly turned around and looked at him: "Go to my tent and wait for me." Then he signaled a disciple to take him there.
"Okay." Fan Zhiyi wanted it more than he could ask for. He felt awkward and panicked in such a hostile environment. Bing Nandong's words were like timely help.
The two went in different directions, but because they were not far apart, Fan Zhiyi could even hear the conversation between Wu Bai and Bing Nandong.
"Big Brother, this cat is..."
"My pet."
"Ah? If you want a spiritual pet, Big Brother, you can get whatever you want. This cat is too ordinary."
What's so ordinary about him? Our Xiao Hei is one of a kind and extremely valuable, okay? Fan Zhiyi got angry when he heard this. Why didn't Bing Nandong say anything? He should just kill him.
The next moment, Fan Zhiyi heard Bing Nandong say, "It's not ordinary, I only want it."
"Yes, yes, it was chosen by Senior Brother, so he must have his reasons!"
"A flatterer." Fan Zhiyi was just thinking about this when he heard Wu Bo's loud voice from behind: "Hey, Senior Brother, where are you going?"
Miraculously, Fan Zhiyi stopped and just as he turned around, a cat was stuffed into his arms.
Bing Nandong looked at him and said, "Please take care of it for me." Without saying a word, he left.
"Oh, okay." Although he didn't know the meaning of Bing Nandong's words and actions, for Fan Zhiyi, being able to hug the cat again was enough to make him satisfied.
The disciple who led the way was unwilling to leave. After sending Fan Zhiyi away, he left immediately. A Yu was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and cursed in the tent: "What's wrong with this Tianyun Sect? Everyone can perform magic tricks, right? Why do they greet Bing Nandong with a smile, but treat you like that?"
Fan Zhiyi could only act as a listener and persuade A Yu not to be angry. In fact, he didn't care about the attitude of these Tianyunmen disciples.
The cat in his arms started to act naughty. It jumped onto Bing Nandong's bed and then curled up comfortably.
Fan Zhiyi broke off a small piece of osmanthus cake and waved it in front of Xiao Hei, trying to lure him in. The cat opened its eyes, took a look, then turned its head away and continued to sleep without any reaction.
Fan Zhiyi sighed and stuffed the osmanthus cake into his mouth.
A Yu comforted him: "It's normal for Xiao Hei not to eat this, don't be sad."
"No, why do cats like Bing Nandong so much even though he doesn't do anything?"
"This is all about fate. I can only say that you don't suit Xiao Hei's taste. If I were still alive, Xiao Hei would definitely be this close to me, right, Xiao Hei?"
"Meow."
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