Chapter 125: Little Orange Fat Cat Deep in the Courtyard
There is nothing without self, so there is no birth and no death.
"White Bones No Life Sutra"
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Jiang Wang moved his steps and tried his best to suppress his restless mind. He must believe that he could only believe Dong A.
In the restlessness of Tongtian Palace, he tried his best to remain calm.
He turned to the inner dormitory and said hello to Ling He, who lived alone. He repeatedly told him to be careful, but he didn't know what to remind him of.
Ling He saw something was wrong with him, but he didn't think much about it. He just thought it was because of the successive murders of Taoist disciples that made him uneasy.
He advised Jiang Wang not to think too much, saying that he would not take on tasks for the next period of time and let him go back and have a good rest for a few days to prepare for the New Year.
Finally, he patted Jiang Wang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Tiger will be back soon, let's drink together! New Year!"
These words really made Jiang Wang smile.
There is nothing better than reunion.
"Hey! Let's drink together."
Jiang Wang left the dormitory and planned to go home.
He did not leave directly through the back door today, but walked through the front door because he wanted to go around in a circle, pass by Zhao Rucheng's house, and say a few words to Rucheng before going back.
He just wanted to talk to them because he was uneasy.
But in fact, there was nothing specific to say. It was just about paying attention to safety and avoiding danger. But he didn't even know where the danger would come from, and naturally he didn't know how to avoid it.
The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and most of the Taoist disciples are still practicing hard, or are sharpening themselves after accepting tasks. There are not many pedestrians on the road in the Taoist temple.
There are a few occasionally, and they are all high-spirited and full of vigor.
Just like the prosperous Maplewood City Taoist Temple today, the future has infinite brightness and possibilities.
If Dong A has laid a solid foundation for Maplewood City Taoist Temple, Zhu Weiwo has become a flying flag for Maplewood City Taoist Temple.
Many outstanding cultivation seeds have already expressed their desire to practice here.
Given time, Maplewood City Taoist Academy's achievements will be limitless.
Looking at their smiling faces and feeling their energy, Jiang Wang suddenly felt ridiculous.
What am I afraid of?
he asked himself.
However, there is no answer, only the black candle beating back and forth, getting more and more crazy.
The Star-Tangled Spirit Snake has shrunk into the shape of a pancake.
Jiang Wang then sat down on the stone steps in front of the Taoist statue, suppressing his trembling, and silently sorted out his Taoist mind.
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In that remote courtyard in the Wang clan's land, the ivy has already retreated.
The sun is shining, the courtyard door is slightly closed, and it is as quiet as ever.
Wang Changxiang ran over excitedly, then slowed down at the entrance of the courtyard to calm down.
Among this year's freshmen at the county college, he and Li Jianqiu were not very impressive when they entered the hospital, but as they began to study, they both gradually improved.
Now they are all among the top ten freshmen in the county college.
Of course, he won't stop there. He is even confident of passing the next three-county competition.
The future is very good, the future is full of hope,
What made him even more happy was the reason why he rushed back to his clan now.
Yesterday, he completed a difficult task in the county court and was given a bottle of secret medicine. This medicine is said to be able to widen the Tongtian Palace and also have the effect of clearing the channels.
The secret medicine that can widen the Tongtian Palace is of course of great use to everyone. But for Wang Changxiang, being able to "clear the channels" is the reason why he fights to the death for it.
He was not even sure that the medicine would be effective on Wang Changji. He asked the teacher in the county court, but he only said that it was possible.
But just "possibly" is enough.
That would be great!
Because in the past days, no matter who it was, after checking, the conclusion drawn by Wang Changji was "impossible".
There is no hope, no possibility.
It was precisely because of this that his father completely gave up on his brother, and Wang Changji himself was disheartened.
There are many scenes in my memory of the two brothers playing together at their father's knees. Although those scenes are few, they are precious and worth fighting for.
From the City Daoyuan to the County Daoyuan, he increased his cultivation, broadened his horizons, and saw more opportunities and possibilities.
From "impossible" to "possible", isn't this progress?
He had always felt that his brother was the knowledgeable, tall, and warm person he remembered.
Compared with the short time he spent with his father, he spent more time growing up with his brother.
The father is more of the "patriarch", but the elder brother takes on more of the "father" role.
Even if the whole world gives up on his brother, even if his brother himself gives up on himself, he will never give up.
This is the reason why he has reached this point.
Wang Changxiang couldn't wait for a moment, and the steady mind he was praised for in the past was not enough to help him.
As soon as I got the secret medicine, I rushed home, like a child eager to present a treasure.
Traveling all night long, returning home is as fast as an arrow.
In half a day, I rushed from Qinghe City to Maplewood City, faster than a galloping horse.
There was no time to greet his parents, let alone the other clan members, so Wang Changxiang rushed directly to his brother's courtyard.
Stop at the gate of the courtyard.
"Be calm. Don't put too much pressure, and don't show too much hope."
Wang Changxiang told himself in his heart.
Because the greater the hope, the greater the despair.
The scene where Wang Changji swallowed the Pulse Opening Pill but no movement occurred has long been deeply engraved in his heart. He often thinks of his brother's desperate eyes in his dreams at midnight.
If the County and Douyuan can't do anything, there is the National Douyuan. If the National Douyuan can't do anything, there are other countries. Even... there is Yujingshan.
There is always a future and there is always hope.
Wang Changxiang finally adjusted his breathing, gently opened the courtyard door, and stepped into the small courtyard.
The small courtyard was empty, and there was no familiar figure on the couch.
And right in front of him, in the courtyard, on the blue bricks.
An orange cat is "lying on its back".
To say lying on your back is not accurate.
Because this fat orange cat was dismembered and fell to the ground.
The cat's head, limbs, and tail are all neatly arranged, as if they can still be put together.
It's a little orange.
The grumpy and arrogant little orange cat is a fat orange cat that Wang Changji regards as a treasure and takes good care of him.
Wang Changxiang panicked all of a sudden.
His Taoist heart cannot be stable.
Even the Taoist skills were forgotten for a moment, and he stumbled to the back room: "Brother! Brother!"
"Wang Changji!" he shouted.
He vaguely heard a faint response, and the sound seemed to come from Wang Changji's bedroom.
Wang Changxiang ran desperately to the bedroom, and Tao Yuan surged, giving him a steady stream of power.
At this time he finally heard the voice clearly.
That was indeed Wang Changji's voice.
That voice was full of anxiety, irritability, and ferocity...
That was an emotion Wang Changxiang had never seen in his brother.
Even when he tore up his beloved books when he was a child, he just warned himself gently not to do so.
Even when he became an adult and suffered all kinds of neglect and resentment, he just turned around and told himself to let them go.
But at this time, the voice was so harsh, violent, and even desperate.