PNB Chapter 388 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [64]
Chapter 388 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [64]
Jiang Xiyu tilted her head back and affectionately rubbed her face against Shijia's robe.
Shikama Sudatta's fingertips, which were holding the prayer beads, paused slightly. Then, his long eyelashes slowly lowered, and his gaze fell on Jiang Xiyu's fluffy kitten face.
Jiang Xiyu blinked her round eyes and gave him a cat-like, obedient, and affectionate look.
He didn't speak, but just wagged his tail as usual and meowed softly at Shiga.
Shiga's eyes flickered slightly, and after a long while, the prayer beads swayed gently in the air.
He slightly raised his wrist, and the shadow shifted, as if it wanted to bend down and hug him.
But before he could even extend his hand, a streak of light came from afar and appeared on the city wall in the blink of an eye.
Shiga paused for a moment, then subtly shifted his gaze away.
Upon receiving Shijia's decree, Jinglian immediately led dozens of monks from Cibei Temple to Qicheng to perform the ritual.
When the monks saw Shigatse, a large crowd gathered, and they all began to bow in worship: "Buddha's son."
Jinglian stepped forward and reported, "Buddha's disciple, as you instructed, I have brought them all."
Shiga nodded, whispered a few words to Jinglian, and then gestured for him to lead the monks into the city.
Jinglian responded, and as she turned to leave, her gaze fell upon the cat behind Shijia.
Jiang Xiyu merely peeked out slightly, and when he saw Jinglian looking over, she also opened her golden eyes and looked at him.
Jinglian smiled, which was her way of greeting him.
When Jinglian led the monks down the city wall and into the city, not long afterward, the sound of chanting rang out from the altar set up by Shijia. The chanting and the sound of prayer flags intertwined and echoed in the city for a long time.
The sound of chanting seemed to remind Jiang Xiyu of her time at Cibei Temple.
If the morning classes started too early, Jiang Xiyu would inevitably fall asleep on the prayer mat.
The monks in the temple were very tolerant of Jiang Xiyu. Every time they saw him devoutly worshipping while actually sound asleep, they would just laugh it off.
And whenever morning prayers ended, he would return to Shiga's meditation room as soon as he woke up.
Jiang Xiyu knew that it must have been Shiga who brought him back.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but move closer to Shiga, the temple incense wafting into his nostrils becoming even more refreshing.
Suddenly, in the shadows, Jiang Xiyu froze, her limbs dangling in the air before stepping onto some cold fabric.
Shiga had already reached out again and pulled him into his arms.
At such close range, Jiang Xiyu's cat ears trembled involuntarily, and the pointed hairs brushed against Shiga's chin almost imperceptibly.
Shiga's eyes remained calm, but he reached out and patted Shiga's head, just as he had done in the temple.
Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered that during the few days he had been performing rituals in Qicheng, he had always been in human form by Shijia's side.
He wondered if he was being too sensitive, but in the past few days, he had inexplicably sensed Shiga's aloofness and indifference. Coupled with the matter of the illusion, and the fact that he dared not approach Shiga, he felt that aloofness and indifference became even stronger.
Right now, Shiga patted his head again.
Jiang Xiyu squinted slightly, feeling somewhat content, and subconsciously wanted to rub her face against Shijia's hand.
As he rubbed against the wall, he realized it was probably his own problem; he was overthinking things.
However, it's really not good to get so close to Shiga in human form.
As if suddenly realizing the problem with the coldness, Jiang Xiyu's tail, which was hanging in the air, swayed gently with great pleasure. Occasionally, the tail would touch the prayer beads hanging from Shijia's head, making a soft sound, and then it would seemingly entwine itself with the beads again.
Jiang Xiyu was having a great time playing with her tail, and the sound of the prayer beads swaying in the air became increasingly crisp.
Shiga paused as he carried him down the city wall, and whispered, "Stop fooling around."
Jiang Xiyu seemed to have been caught doing something wrong, and his tail twitched slightly in response. This time, instead of clinging to Shiga's prayer beads, it wrapped around his wrist.
Shiga looked down and saw that Jiang Xiyu had already buried her head in his chest.
The soft fur was pressed against his wrist, so close yet so far, such intimacy.
It has been like this ever since he came into my life.
Shiga's expression was cold and indifferent, seemingly indulgent.
……
With the monks from Cibei Temple coming to perform rituals, the city seemed to gain a touch of life.
Jiang Xiyu did not choose to revert to human form because he found that he felt more comfortable and at ease with Shiga with this mindset.
Whenever he led the monks in performing rituals, Jiang Xiyu would obediently squat to the side with them. However, sometimes, when Jiang Xiyu felt that he was getting sleepy from the chanting, he would spontaneously leave and walk around the city to clear his mind.
Unexpectedly, not only did he not participate, but Jinglian also didn't participate.
Jiang Xiyu was starting to wonder if he was a monk.
Jinglian sat on the roof and saw Jiang Xiyu looking suspicious, just like the day he grilled fish for him. He couldn't help but smile, waved his hand, and gestured for Jiang Xiyu to jump up.
Jiang Xiyu, with his light body, leaped up and gracefully walked towards Jinglian, raising his head with a somewhat arrogant air reminiscent of the Cat King.
Jinglian was almost amused and said, "It's been a few months. It seems the Buddha has taken good care of you. You look quite plump."
Jiang Xiyu: "..."
He's not fat at all, that's nonsense.
Jiang Xiyu rolled her eyes and said, "The Master is very kind to me."
Jinglian stared at him for a while before smiling slightly and asking, "How have things been between you and the Buddhist disciple these past few months?"
Jiang Xiyu sat down beside him and asked, "What do you mean, 'how about'?"
Jinglian asked curiously, "For example, when the Buddhist monk took you down the mountain, did you encounter anything fun?"
"The Buddhist monk and I went down the mountain to subdue demons, not to play. We just resolved the matter in Yujing City, and now this has happened again." Jiang Xiyu paused, then frowned as if remembering something, and said, "I wonder how much merit the monk will gain after resolving this matter in Qicheng and performing the rituals for these departed souls."
Jinglian was not so worried and said to Jiang Xiyu with great relief, "Isn't it because of you? The extra merits that the Buddhist disciple has accumulated can also help you with your cultivation."
Seeing how easily he spoke, Jiang Xiyu remained silent for a while before asking, "That's true, but don't you know that after a mage suffers a backlash, he loses his magic power and becomes a mortal? Even a small demon that roams freely in the human world can hurt a mage."
As soon as she finished speaking, the smile on Jinglian's lips suddenly froze.
A look of complete shock flashed across his eyes, and his expression gradually became serious.
It took him a long while to process the news. Suddenly, he stood up and said in a very serious tone, "What do you mean? Are you saying that after suffering a backlash, the Buddhist disciple will lose his magical power?!"
Seeing his astonishment, Jiang Xiyu frowned and asked in a puzzled tone, "Yes, didn't you know?"
Jinglian shook her head and paced back and forth on the eaves, her heart churning with turmoil.
how can that be possible?
How could a mage lose his magical powers?!
In the past, when a mage suffered a backlash, they would at most endure the pain of the backlash, but lose their magical power as a result. Why was that?