I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"Don't worry, don't worry, this weight is no problem for me." Fan Zhiyi held the cat in one arm and carried the lantern in the other.

So Bing Nan Dong ignored him and bowed to the monk who seemed to be the leader. The monk put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

"The matter of the Xue family's funeral rites will now be left entirely to you, Master. The Tianyun Sect will depart for home tomorrow."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Bing Nandong led Fan Zhiyi and A Yu on their way.

So it was just for the handover of work. Fan Zhiyi thought to himself, "But the scene was quite spectacular."

Ah Yu had been too scared to go forward, saying she was afraid of the sound, so Bing Nan Dong told her to stay alone at a distance.

Fan Zhiyi was genuinely curious about the scenes he had only seen in novels before, and asked A Yu, "Do you really feel scared when you listen to that Buddhist scripture? Do you have that feeling of being saved or sent away?"

Ayu looked listless and rolled her eyes at him, saying, "I don't know, I don't know."

Realizing that A 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 noticed that Fan Zhiyi was carrying a lot of things, including a cat, a lamp, and a bag of osmanthus cakes.

Bing Nandong said, "It's getting cold."

“Yes, but I don’t have hands now.” Fan Zhiyi raised his hand to indicate.

Bing Nandong then took the cat and lantern back. Fan Zhiyi watched longingly as the cat and the lantern that could protect him left his hands. His hand subconsciously reached out to take them back, but Bing Nandong glanced at him and said, "With me here, those things wouldn't dare come near me."

Ah Yu, who had been keeping silent all along, finally couldn't help but retort, "If you're so capable, why did you light that lantern? It made me walk behind the whole time."

“I like it,” Bing Nandong replied with three words.

Ayu: "..." Never mind, out of sight, out of mind.

Fan Zhiyi opened the oil paper bag. Fortunately, it was still warm. To be honest, he wasn't very hungry, but Bing Nandong seemed to really want him to eat, so he decided to have one as a token of his desire.

It's soft and fluffy, sweet but not cloying, with the fresh aroma of osmanthus filling your mouth. Fan Zhiyi exclaimed sincerely, "It's delicious!"

Upon hearing this comment, Bing Nandong looked away, while Fan Zhiyi couldn't resist eating two more because the osmanthus cake was so delicious that he was stuffed.

He planned to make breakfast for the rest of the meal the next morning. Although Bing Nandong said it wouldn't taste as good when it was cold, Fan Zhiyi didn't think it would be too bad.

Fan Zhiyi really wanted to find someone to share with. If Bing Nandong didn't like sweets, then it was only A Yu and Xiao Hei.

Fan Zhiyi asked Bing Nandong, "If I bake this osmanthus cake for A Yu, will A Yu be able to eat it?"

Where do you get so many strange ideas?

"It just came to mind naturally."

Although he didn't really want to answer Fan Zhiyi's silly question, Bing Nandong still replied: "No, ghosts and humans live in different ways."

"Oh, so what can ghosts eat?"

“Candles.” Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi. “Oh, right, and you too.”

Fan Zhiyi: "..." He chose to skip the last sentence, "Then if I burn paper money for A Yu, can she buy herself some food?"

"Since you're so curious, why don't you just try it yourself?" Bing Nandong looked at him.

Fan Zhiyi made a sealing gesture, automatically muting his microphone.

***

The Tianyun Sect's camp was completely different from Jiuwanli's. The tents were lined up one after another, and the disciples guarding the gate rushed over from afar to call out to Bing Nandong: "Senior Brother is back!"

"Hmm, where is the Second Elder?"

"The lights in the tent have been extinguished. Does Senior Brother have something to discuss with the Second Elder?"

Bing Nandong shook his head: "Just asking."

"Senior Brother!" Wu Bai appeared out of nowhere, his smile vanishing the moment he saw Fan Zhiyi. "Why did you bring him back too? And her, how dare she come to Tianyun Sect?"

“I asked Changsheng to take Zhiyi to Jiuwanli to recuperate. This ghost saved us before. I have already informed the elders and received their permission to stay.” Bing Nandong replied simply, and admonished, “In the future, don’t get involved in gossip and trouble.”

"Senior Brother..." Meeting Bing Nandong's gaze, Wu Bai, who had originally wanted to argue, could only swallow his anger and reply, "Yes."

"Where is Changfu?"

“Senior Brother Lu is in his tent. I’ll take you there.” Wu Bai immediately put on a smiling face again.

Fan Zhiyi followed behind them when Bing Nandong suddenly turned around and looked at him: "Go to my tent and wait for me." Then he gestured for a disciple to take him there.

"Okay." Fan Zhiyi couldn't have been happier. He was also feeling awkward in this hostile environment, and Bing Nandong's words were like a godsend.

The two went in different directions, but since they were not far apart, Fan Zhiyi could even hear Wu Bai and Bing Nandong's conversation.

"Senior Brother, what is this cat...?"

"My spirit pet."

"Huh? If Senior Brother wants a spirit pet, he can have any kind he wants. This cat is too ordinary."

"What do you mean 'ordinary'? Our little black dog is one of a kind, it's incredibly precious, okay?" Fan Zhiyi was getting angry just listening to this. Why wasn't Bing Nandong saying anything? He should just shut him up.

The next moment, Fan Zhiyi heard Bing Nandong say, "It's not ordinary, I only want it."

"Yes, yes, yes, there must be a reason why Senior Brother made that choice!"

"Sycophant." Fan Zhiyi was thinking this when he heard Wu Bai's loud voice from behind: "Hey, Senior Brother, where are you going?"

Miraculously, Fan Zhiyi stopped in his tracks, and as soon as he turned around, a bundle of cats was stuffed into his arms.

Bing Nandong looked at him and said, "Take care of it for me." Without saying a word, he left.

"Oh, okay." Although he didn't know the meaning behind Bing Nandong's words and actions, Fan Zhiyi was already satisfied with being able to hug the cat again.

The disciple who led the way was unwilling and left immediately after delivering Fan Zhiyi. This angered A Yu, who stood with her hands on her hips in the tent and cursed loudly: "What's wrong with Tianyun Sect? Does everyone here know magic tricks? Why are they all smiles when they see Bing Nandong, but treat you like that?"

Fan Zhiyi could only stand by and listen, trying to calm A Yu down. In fact, he didn't care about the attitude of these Tianyun Sect disciples.

The kitten in his arms started to get restless, leaping onto Bing Nandong's bed and then curling up comfortably.

Fan Zhiyi broke off a small piece of osmanthus cake and waved it in front of Xiao Hei, trying to lure it. The cat opened its eyes, glanced at it, then turned its head away and continued sleeping without any response.

Fan Zhiyi sighed and stuffed the osmanthus cake into his mouth.

Ayu comforted him, "It's normal for Xiao Hei not to eat this, don't be sad."

"No, why do the cats like Bing Nan Dong so much even though he does nothing?"

"It's all about fate. It just means you don't catch Xiao Hei's eye. If I were still alive, Xiao Hei would definitely be just as close to me, right, Xiao Hei?"

"Meow."