A cat that lingers beside a saint

It's different from my own Taoist temple.

The temple was packed with people.

The area where Su Bai and the old woman were located was seemingly invisible to ordinary people.

Naturally, no one would walk in their direction.

Su Bai stared at the old woman in front of him for a long time, and after a long while, he suddenly spoke, "You are... Senior Sister?"

Upon hearing the words "senior sister," the old woman's eyes reddened slightly.

But soon, she took a deep breath, and all her emotions were instantly suppressed.

"Why are you making up relatives like this, you little kitten?"

Su Bai jumped off the old woman's arms and circled her a few times. Others might not recognize her, but Su Bai could guess who she was.

He had heard Wanling mention it.

The sage of the Jie Sect in those days had four direct disciples.

First, there is the Taoist Duobao.

Secondly, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.

Thirdly, the Holy Mother of Wudang.

The fourth is the Holy Mother of the Tortoise Spirit.

Later, during the Investiture of the Gods war, the Holy Mother Jinling was listed on the Investiture of the Gods.

The Holy Mother of Wudang disappeared without a trace after the destruction of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

The fate of the Holy Mother Guiling was the most tragic.

The mosquitoes released by the Western saints devoured it completely.

Not even a trace of his primordial spirit remained.

Looking at the several changes in the old woman's expression just now, the only person Su Bai could think of was the Holy Mother of Wudang.

"It's normal that Senior Sister doesn't acknowledge me, since I was taken in by Master later. But does Senior Sister not even intend to acknowledge Master anymore?"

The old woman was taken aback upon hearing this.

Master...

Such an ancient name, such an ancient memory.

If I hadn't encountered this little cat in Heaven today, and seen the small sword around his neck...

Perhaps she, like the other gods and immortals, will simply pretend she didn't see it.

But she couldn't help it.

As one of the four direct disciples of the Jie Sect, the Holy Mother of Wudang had the gentlest personality.

Even after so many years, and even though she has now changed her Taoist name and is known as the Old Mother of Lishan, she still cannot completely erase that memory deep in her mind.

Whenever she recalls some of the things that happened back then, she always looks at the island in the East China Sea.

The old woman slowly got up, and just as she was about to say something, a woman suddenly entered from outside the door.

Upon seeing Su Bai, the woman was taken aback for a moment, then walked straight toward the old woman.

"Master, your disciple greets you."

The old woman nodded slightly.

The woman glanced at Su Bai at the old woman's feet with a puzzled look, sensing the flowing cultivation energy emanating from Su Bai.

Clearly, this cat is also a cultivator.

Judging from the old woman's appearance, she seemed to have some unusual relationship with the cat.

However, in the woman's eyes, this cat seemed to have only been on the path of cultivation for a short time.

Just then, Su Bai suddenly darted toward the old woman and climbed onto her shoulders in a few quick steps.

Upon seeing this, the woman glared at her and angrily rebuked, "How dare you be so rude!"

After saying that, the woman raised her hand, ready to grab Su Bai.

But before his palm could even touch Su Bai, it was already bounced away.

The old woman glanced at the woman and said calmly, "You wicked child, this is your martial uncle."

Upon hearing this, the woman was speechless.

Uncle-Master?

Upon hearing the old woman's words, Su Bai immediately smiled.

"Senior sister, isn't that tantamount to admitting it?"

The old woman shook her head helplessly, then looked at the woman and said calmly, "You should go back first. I have important matters to discuss with your martial uncle."

The woman was still puzzled. This cat looked like a little guy who had just reached the Nascent Soul stage, not to mention that he had not yet taken human form.

He doesn't look like a highly accomplished Taoist master at all.

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Then look at his master, who is none other than the Old Mother of Lishan.

Although she had never heard her master mention her past, even the gods in heaven treated her with great courtesy.

This clearly shows that his master in heaven was an extraordinary being.

But what about this cat?

Although the woman was puzzled, she had no choice but to leave after hearing the old woman's words.

After the woman left, Su Bai finally spoke, "Is this Senior Sister's disciple?"

"Should I bring a gift as a token of our meeting?"

The old woman smiled and shook her head, saying, "Junior brother's cultivation is not as good as my disciple's. He should keep any good things for himself."

Ok?

Whom do you look down on?

Hearing this, Su Bai was displeased.

Although he wasn't very skilled, he did have quite a few treasures in his little sword.

Back in the East China Sea, Yunxiao had caught a lot of fish and stuffed them into his small sword.

Before that, there were also some elixirs and miraculous medicines he had smuggled from the Tushita Palace.

Before that, there was the ginseng fruit given to him by the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi when he and Yang Jian and his sister went to Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain.

Thinking of this, Su Bai didn't waste any more words. He jumped down to the ground and casually grabbed a few fish from his small sword.

"These are fish from the East China Sea."

"This is the elixir of immortality from the Tushita Palace."

"This is the ginseng fruit from Wuzhuang Temple."

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Watching Su Bai pull out all sorts of treasures from his small sword one after another, the old woman couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But what Su Bai took out next made her unable to even smile anymore.

Seeing the old woman smile, Su Bai assumed she looked down on these things.

As a cat, he was naturally eccentric and incredibly competitive.

Su Bai placed her cat paw on the small sword, hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted her teeth before taking out six pieces of Pure Bamboo.

"This is a sage's magic weapon!"

"This is Zhao Gongming's gold ingot."

"This is a drop of the Three Lights Divine Water given to me by my Second Martial Uncle!"

"This is the Qingping Sword given to me by my master!"

"This is a life-saving hair given to me by my master."

Seeing that Su Bai was about to pluck a hair with his claws, the old woman stepped forward with a helpless expression, picked him up, then took Su Bai's small sword, waved her hand, and all the things in front of her returned to the small sword.

"Alright, alright, you little kitten, why are you so competitive? These treasures are your life-saving items. What will you do if you give them to someone else?"

The old woman held Su Bai in her arms and gently tapped his forehead with her finger.

Back then, before the Three Realms were opened up, the primordial land was basically full of treasures.

However, the subsequent war between the Lich King and the Demon King, followed by the War of the Gods, shattered the primordial world, sending it flying into chaos in all directions.

This is why those treasures of the primordial world were displaced.

Even so, Su Bai's treasures are still considered top-notch items in the prehistoric world.

However, in her opinion, once one's cultivation level reaches a certain point, these so-called treasures become of little use.

But what puzzled her was this drop of the Three Lights Divine Water.

It's important to know that both religions essentially ceased to exist after the Investiture of the Gods war.

Although the Jie Sect disappeared more completely, the disciples of the Chan Sect rarely mentioned the name Chan Sect.

The core disciples of the two sects from back then have never spoken to each other again.

But how could Second Uncle, who is so concerned about his reputation, easily give such an expensive gift to Su Bai?

The key point is that Su Bai is also his teacher's disciple.

Isn't this tantamount to slapping yourself in the face?

After all, during the Investiture of the Gods war, the second senior brother among the saints was the one who called out the loudest.

The old woman looked at the drop of the Three Lights Divine Water on her fingertip with suspicion in her eyes.

Could this be poisonous?