Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Jingzhi thought about it over and over again, and finally recognized his soft-hearted nature.

Then she opened her mouth and began to use her most powerful weapon - silent crying.

Crystal clear mist suddenly gathered in her eyes. Uncle Ying was still questioning, and Jingzhi's tears fell down the kitten's face.

Her soft female voice was filled with resentment, "I was sleeping soundly on the rooftop, and you suddenly threw something at me. How can you say it was my plan?"

"Before you broke my legs, did I touch you? Come to think of it, it was you who offended me."

Uncle Ying's expression was a little cracked, and he was a little lacking in confidence, but he still held the magic mirror and shone it towards her.

"Stop quibbling and let me see what kind of monster you really are!"

Uncle Ying originally thought that some monster had transformed into his favorite animal to confuse him.

But the light on her body flickered for a long time, and she didn't transform into anything else, the light she emitted just became brighter and brighter.

Uncle Ying couldn't bear to look at it. Could it be that the fireflies had become spirits?

He narrowed his eyes slightly to investigate.

When he saw it clearly, his pupils couldn't help but tremble a little.

"Ahem. Sorry."

He peeled off the talisman on her head, put away the magic mirror, and coughed awkwardly, "Since you are a spiritual beast practicing the right way, don't stay on other people's roofs all day. It will easily cause misunderstandings."

Jingzhi guessed that he must have seen her own golden light of merit and true self, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

She sighed in mock helplessness, let go of his clothes, and with a few light jumps, she landed on the clothes nest on the table with a plop. "I have no home left. If I don't lie on your roof, am I going to lie on the street?"

"No home?"

He frowned, "How can you be homeless? Don't you civet cats all live together in groups?"

Jingzhi glanced at him and saw that he was serious and seemed worried about her. She laughed in her heart and couldn't help but want to tease him.

She sighed for a long time, until Uncle Ying couldn't bear to ask any more questions, and then she spoke softly:

"I've never met another spirit cat. I used to practice cultivation with a young eagle, but it made no progress in cultivation and reached the end of its lifespan, completely turning into a handful of dust. I've been left to wander, making the world my home."

As she spoke, she raised her front legs and faced Uncle Ying:

"Human, are you willing to be my training partner?"

people?

What is this minimalist title?

Uncle Ying pulled out a chair and sat down, looking down at her, and introduced himself in a serious tone:

"My name is Lin Ying, the 46th generation disciple of the Maoshan Sect."

"No matter what race you are, cultivation is not easy. If you have any questions, you can discuss them with each other. However, you are the yin and I am the yang, so we need to keep our distance."

How come he picked up this old-fashioned personality again?

Jingzhi curled her lips secretly, pretended to be innocent, blinked her big eyes twice, and said:

"What yin and yang? I just know that I lost a friend and want to find a new one with a longer life to practice with. Your name is also Xiaoying, so I think we are destined to be together."

Lin Ying felt amused and helpless. How could Ying be compared with an eagle? They were not even the same species.

"Humans have shorter lifespans. I'm afraid you've found the wrong person."

"I don't care, I just like you." Jingzhi lay back down, looking like he was determined not to leave. "That's it, you've made me dizzy, I'm going to sleep now."

Lin Ying didn't understand what was so pleasing about him, so he politely declined, "I'm moving out."

If I just say that, she'll leave, right?

Jingzhi raised her eyelids lightly, saying nonchalantly, "Don't people who practice cultivation need to gain experience everywhere? No matter where you go, just remember to take me with you."

It was so reasonable that he couldn't refute it.

However, why should he bring her along? He hasn't agreed to do any spiritual practice with her yet.

He lowered his head slightly, trying to persuade her again: "You..."

A claw stretched out and pressed against his mouth, "I'm already asleep, please cover me with the quilt, I'm cold."

Oh, you still want to use him?

Lin Ying's eyebrows jumped, and she pinched its little pad with two fingers and gently put it back.

When he withdrew, he was a little reluctant.

He is a security guard in a residential complex. He works at night and sees stray cats and domestic cats looking for food everywhere.

However, perhaps because he was catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits during the day, when the cats saw him with evil spirits on him, they kicked their feet and ran away very fast.

Only this one took the initiative to bump into me.

Her voice was crisp, with a hint of childishness, and her body was small. Uncle Ying guessed that she was probably still young.

The male and female immediately stepped aside. Unable to resist the urge to pet the cat, he reached out and gently patted her soft and smooth fur.

A soft and warm touch fills my palm.

Uncle Ying's expression softened, and his brows, which had been furrowed for years, gradually relaxed.

What did the kitten say to him just now?

Oh, and a quilt.

Where does he get such a small quilt?

Lin Ying rummaged through the closet for a long time before finding a light yellow bath towel from the corner. She folded it in half again and again and gently covered it with the towel.

The kitten closed its eyes and smacked its lips. "Have you used it?"

Lin Ying answered subconsciously: "I washed it very clean."

"Oh...ok...zzzz"

Seeing it sleeping soundly, Lin Ying breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought that such spiritual beasts had high requirements and needed to be raised with rare treasures, but he had no money.

Lin Ying sat down, looking at the furry head sticking out of the bath towel, her fingertips moving slightly.

After watching for a long time, he pinched his fingers together and silently chanted a spell for a while.

Then, he lightly placed his sword finger on her brow, and in her confused eyes, he drew out a bunch of gray and black mist from her body.

The gray-black mist condensed into a sphere, gathering more and more, and the color of the sphere gradually deepened.

Jingzhi felt that his brains were about to be pulled out by him, and the hair on his head seemed to be sucked out, standing up.

She held her head with her paws and rolled her eyes. "Xiaoying, calm down! What are you doing that won't let me sleep?"

Seeing that she seemed to be unable to bear it, Lin Ying withdrew his hand, held the black ball in one palm through the void, and injected the resentment inside into a special yellow talisman.

The talisman paper became charred inch by inch from bottom to top, and the color of the black ball gradually faded until the talisman paper turned completely black and the black ball disappeared.

Lin Ying's hand trembled, and the thick black talisman spontaneously combusted without fire.

Jingzhi held his head in his hands and stared in shock. It took him a while to realize that there might be something wrong with him.

"What's wrong with my brain?"

Lin Ying took the broom and swept up the ashes, his expression somewhat incredulous. "It shouldn't be possible, but it does exist."

"..." She became more and more confused as she listened. She couldn't sleep anymore, sat up straight, and asked, "Is there something bad in my brain?"

"The resentment of the dead, the dead energy, don't you think it's a bad thing?" Lin Ying walked in and tapped her forehead lightly. "You are so young, how could you commit the sin of killing? It doesn't make sense."

The kitten was petrified on the table, and suddenly recalled the brutal massacre in his previous life.

Although time has been reset for some reason, it has happened.

Some people are indeed innocent.

"What now?" she asked.

Lin Ying smoothed the frizzy hair on her head while explaining:

"Just absorb a little now. Come to me when the moon is full. That's when the resentment will be extremely turbulent, and I'll be able to absorb it."

Jingzhi seemed to understand: "...Oh, thank you."

He is a Taoist monk and is reliable. The little mute didn’t see it.

Lin Ying was a little curious and asked, "Have you never noticed anything unusual?"

Jingzhi was dazed and subconsciously rubbed her head against his palm, "Hmm... my movements are a little slow, and I feel heavy, does that count?"

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to escape his broken cup.

"Okay," he said.

Isn’t this the same state when a person is disturbed by ghost energy?

The palm of his hand was itchy, and Lin Ying's eyebrows became softer. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and asked her in a soft voice:

"Most of your resentment is concentrated in your head. Do you usually have unbearable headaches?"

Jingzhi recalled the past and shook his head honestly, "No."

"No? That's strange." Lin Ying touched the mustache on his upper lip and looked at her left and right in the moonlight outside the window.

The kitten sat there for a long time, then suddenly raised its paw, "I know!"

"…Is there anything unusual?"

Jingzhi: "I didn't used to be an irritable person, but ever since..., I've become easily angered and my personality seems to have become much more impatient."

Fortunately, the little mute has a good temper, otherwise the couple would have had countless fights.

Lin Ying nodded as he thought about it, he probably understood.

The golden light of merit protected her body from harm, but the resentment would invade her mind unknowingly.

Lin Ying: "I understand. Try to avoid dark places. Given your current situation, every bit of resentment you harbor increases the risk of dementia and insanity."