lcionline Chapter 330 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [6]
Chapter 330 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [6]
Jiang Xiyu made a huge fool of himself in Baohua Hall, so much so that afterwards, every monk in the temple would inexplicably smile whenever they saw him.
Jiang Xiyu knew they weren't mocking him, but the thought of being a dignified Demon Emperor still made him feel a little embarrassed.
To show his respect for the Buddha and to wash away the impression he made in front of the monks last time, he slept in for a day before the second morning service. The next day, he not only didn't fall asleep, but he was also able to bow and worship in a proper manner.
Now, the monks could no longer suppress their smiles.
Jiang Xiyu had no idea that Buddhists were truly unable to resist cute little animals.
His actions are no different from feigning innocence to others.
He charmed the monks with his charming manners and became familiar with them. When the monks in the temple saw him, they would stop and talk to him, and they would even prepare vegetarian meals for him during their meals.
He was like a treasure that had suddenly appeared in this desolate place, bringing a smile to the faces of the monks.
And the only one who doesn't show a smile or any emotion seems to be Shiga.
Although he appeared neither sad nor happy on the surface, he was actually a very compassionate and tolerant person.
Jiang Xiyu has maintained his original form for a long time, and he has developed strong cat-like habits. After finishing his vegetarian meal, he usually either sits somewhere staring blankly outside, or suddenly goes crazy and runs around wildly. What he does most often is curl up on the windowsill of the Shijia meditation room and sleep.
He was careful about his sleeping posture at first, but then he started to lie on his back, probably having a sweet dream.
Once, while turning over, she wasn't paying attention and kicked her legs, falling down. In Jiang Xiyu's dream, she could see her mouth with her naked eye. When she woke up from the fall, she immediately screamed as if she had a stress response.
Shiga had been meditating for a long time, and upon hearing this movement, he suddenly raised his eyes coldly, only to hear the furious meowing sounds from outside the window.
Such a sound was quite abrupt in such a quiet place.
In Cibei Temple, apart from the sound of bells and chanting, there are very few other lively sounds.
Shiga's meditation was forced to end, and he quietly looked out the window.
Jiang Xiyu's cursing meows continued, causing the branches and leaves of the Bodhi tree to tremble.
Shiga seemed to sigh softly and closed his eyes briefly.
At this moment, Jiang Xiyu, who had fallen off the outside windowsill, leaped onto the windowsill with all his might. He was just thinking of changing his sleeping spot when he looked up and was caught off guard by Shijia's cold gaze.
The two stared at each other for a while. After Jiang Xiyu realized what he had done, his golden eyes immediately darted around guiltily. Then he raised his soft, pink paws and made a gesture of repentance towards Shiga.
"Meow meow meow……"
Master, I was wrong.
Shiga lowered his eyes and glanced at the table, as if indicating that he could sleep there.
Jiang Xiyu tentatively stretched out her front leg and stepped onto the table. Seeing that Shijia's expression remained unchanged, she sat down on the edge.
With his permission, Jiang Xiyu stopped sleeping on the windowsill.
He slept on Shiga's desk.
No matter what trouble Jiang Xiyu caused him afterward, he was very tolerant.
Gradually, the disciples in the temple all knew that the kitten was being cared for by the Buddhist monk.
After spending a long time with Shijia, Jiang Xiyu basically figured out Shijia's daily routine.
The pattern couldn't be simpler. Shiga's life seemed to consist of only three things: meditation, chanting scriptures, and if someone made a vow, he would sometimes step in to help them leave the temple.
Jiang Xiyu certainly wouldn't pester Shijia to take her along.
As a result, Shiga's trip lasted for nearly half a month.
Jiang Xiyu was losing patience and planned to return to the Demon Realm while Shijia was away. However, on the second day before he was to leave, he heard from the monks in the temple that Shijia had returned.
He returned, but did not go to his meditation room.
Jiang Xiyu followed behind them, and after an incense stick had burned, they arrived at a Buddhist cave.
The Buddhist cave contains various Arhats, as well as carvings of birds and beasts, creating a magnificent spectacle.
The monks invited several elders from the temple. The elders had kind faces, white eyebrows and beards, and were very dignified.
Their faces betrayed a hint of anxiety, as if they had encountered some difficulty.
“The Buddhist disciple has accumulated too much merit within him. This body is ultimately just a physical body and cannot bear such excessive merit.”
Humans worship Buddha and also revere Shika.
They built countless temples for Shiga, and the temples were very popular.
However, since Shiga had entered the mortal realm, he naturally relied on a mortal body.
When things are full, they will fall short. Such merit flowing into his body makes him powerful, but it also harbors a danger that cannot be ignored.
He had been among humans for too long, and his body had accumulated so much merit, like water in a jade bottle. Now, this merit was overflowing like water, and if it wasn't removed in time, one day, Shiga's body would reach its limit.
However, the cultivation of these elders is still far from sufficient to help Shiga.
They can only mitigate a small portion of the merit, thus reducing the negative impact of the merit suffered by Shiga.
Jiang Xiyu never expected that having too much merit could also be a bad thing.
He followed the elders into the Buddhist cave. As they went in, the monks chanted Sanskrit in hushed tones until a great light shone ahead. Passing through it, he found himself in a secluded paradise.
Beneath countless Buddhist niches, Shika sat cross-legged on a prayer mat.
The golden statue in the niche behind him was illuminated by the sunlight, and the refracted light and shadow fell behind him, as if coating his whole body with a layer of Buddha's light.
Half a month later, he was still dressed in pristine white, even his robes were the same, without much decoration, like a mortal wearing mourning clothes. Combined with his holy face, it made people feel for no reason that they were in a Buddhist realm, and that Shika was the true Buddha in that realm.
When Jiang Xiyu entered, he vaguely sensed a surge of magical power. The closer he got to the inside, the stronger the surge became, so strong that he realized that this strange power was the same as the power that had almost hit him last time.
Last time, for some reason, Shiga's power went out of control. And according to these elders, Shiga had accumulated too much merit. Could it be that last time, it was because he absorbed those souls that a sudden influx of merit caused him to...
Jiang Xiyu frowned.
He recalled that time when Shiga intervened to resolve the feud between the two tribes, only to find that the price of his intervention was such a backlash.
Perhaps in the human world, possessing such abilities means accepting the constraints imposed upon one by the laws of nature.