Zheng Qing finally put down the cat in his arms, and with his hands on his back, he turned around the long-deserted garden. The Colt silver python and the Order Book, one left and one right, hung on his belt, swaying, leaving a leap of halo on the ground covered with fallen leaves. The yellow flower raccoon stepped on the shadows of the halo and followed the young dean, jumping behind.
“——I have to dress up here.”
The yellow flower raccoon stood up with his tail, looked around, shook his head repeatedly: "Not to mention the major renovation and construction, at least there must be water in the pond. The stone figurines buried in the soil should be dug out, and the broken door plaque on the archway will be replaced with a new one... And the old locust tree has a yin energy and is not like our orderly temperament! More importantly, it dares to extend its branches outside the wall? Typically, it is trampled outside! This is absolutely untolerable! Cut it off! You must cut off all the branches that stretched out!"
The old trees in the distance seemed to understand the threat of the cat, and were so scared that they were trembling. The dense leaves collided with each other, making rustling sounds, as if it suddenly started to rain.
While talking, the man and the cat had already walked around and returned to the gate of the abandoned garden.
Zheng Qing looked up, looked at the crooked door plaque on the archway, stared for a moment, nodded with a very small amplitude, and muttered: "——It's really time to change a new one."
Turn around.
Walk back into the depths of the garden.
The cat shook his beard happily, and the decaying door squeaked behind it with difficulty. Outside the gate, the crooked door plaque on the archway finally stopped sticking to it. With a breeze, the vague three words "Ziwei Palace" seemed to have experienced the baptism of millions of years. Accompanied by the door plaque, it quietly turned into a handful of dust.
Under the old locust tree.
Zheng Qing first opened the Dharma book called "Order".
Then he took out a black gem cat from his hood with his backhand and placed it among the pages. The kitten, which was originally vivid, soon lost its vitality. First, it turned into a statue, and then the image slowly blurred, turning into a crystal clear black gem, with tiny cracks blooming on the gems. Finally, with a crisp sound, it turned into a gray stone.
Zheng Qing put the stone into a gray cloth bag.
At the same time, a ball of ink as big as beans appeared on the blank pages, hanging tremblingly in the air, as if it would drip down at any time.
“—This is our destiny!”
Another black gem cat climbed onto the left shoulder of the witch, stretched its head and stared at the ball of ink, with a clear feeling of seeing through everything: "Come from the place where you come, go where you go, all conditioned phenomena are like dreams, bubbles, like dew and lightning, and you should observe this way."
The third black gem cat poked his head out from Zheng Qing's right shoulder, looked at the Dharma book, and pulled Zheng Qing's ears hard: "Wow! Is this the taste of truth? I also felt the call of truth! Will it be better to change me next time?"
Paji!
Its tail was grabbed by a claw and pulled back into its hood.
Then another black gem cat popped up and snorted, "It's really, another fool who was fooled. The world is so wonderful, isn't it good to live? I just want to integrate with the great way all day long. This is a serious tendency to self-destruct and mental illness!"
"I told him that if he had too many clones, he would become mentally ill, but he kept taking my words as an indifferent ear."
Huang Huali slowly jumped onto a stone tablet half buried in the soil next to her, tilted her head, looked at Zheng Qing, and shook her head: "The emotions a person generates over a period of time have a limit. If you assign too many emotions to those clones, your body will become increasingly indifferent. This is not a good thing."
"It's not a good thing to have too many distractions."
Zheng Qing wiped the fingertips of his right index finger, with a solemn expression: "Isn't this a good thing for the clone to take away distracting thoughts and focus on practicing? Besides, compared to being regarded as a mental illness by a group of cats, having the ability to resist external threats is more important to me now. After all, only by living can you become a mental illness, and even if you die, you will not even have mental illness."
The words have not ended.
His fingertips fell on the small ball of ink.
The fingertips were like a pen, and a spell was quickly drawn out.
"There are four sides, and you can be very stingy!"
This is a very ordinary monitoring spell, but this spell, after the cat-turned-out spirit ink of black gems and the blessing of "Order", immediately undergoes a complete transformation.
The clouds in the sky rolled toward both sides, cracking a gap.
An eye as deep as an abyss appeared in the gap, gurgling, carefully looking at the abandoned garden - from the upside-down charming under the eaves of the long corridor, to every leaf of the old locust tree, to the mottled moss and ants digging nests beside the stone figurines in the dry pond, the eyeball did not let go of the slightest trace of the garden - the thick line of sight as curtains separated the connection between the abandoned garden and the silent forest, and the whole world seemed to have entered dusk from daytime in an instant.
Huang Huali, who was squatting beside Zheng Qing, felt that she was swept by the gaze several times. This kind of scandal originated from the rule level, and even if it was a legend, it would inevitably be affected.
"Oh bad feeling." The cat shook the hair on his body and muttered, but his head turned around with the movement of the eyeball in the sky.
After a moment.
The clouds rolled inward again, flooding their eyes.
The birds and beasts roaring in the silent forest, and the rustling sound of branches and leaves colliding with each other, come to this abandoned garden again.
Zheng Qing glanced at the yellow flower raccoon, the cat pulled his ears flat and shook his head.
“—It’s really clean, I didn’t find anything dirty.”
Its tone was a little confused, but also a little relieved: "At the same point, the relevant departments are doing this matter quite brightly... Of course, they may not know whether the old man is still there, so they dare not make small moves."
Zheng Qing was not in the mood to guess what a group of old men and women thought.
The garden is clean, it's pretty good.
He glanced at the ink on the Dharma Book, and there was another point, enough to write a spell.
Then he thought about it, raised his hand, and wrote the second spell.
“Clean up!”
This is a spell that even many wizards in the north can roughly master. The light white spell light spreads in all directions with Zheng Qing's fingertips as the center, and swept through the entire abandoned garden in a moment.
The fallen leaves rolled into balls and piled up at the foot of the old locust tree; each leaf of the old tree seemed to be coated with wax and shining in the sun; in the corridor around the palace, dust and spider webs were swept outside the wall by the wind; the owners of spider webs and ant holes in the corner began to move in a hurry; the stone figurines slowly crawled out of the ground, wiped each other with their thick big hands, and then chose a proper position to stand firm again; and the rotten wooden doors took off the damp wood residue on their bodies and grew a hard and beautiful shell again.
"I never knew this spell had such an effect."
Huang Huali squatted on the stone tablet that had been re-established, looking around, feeling deeply moved.
"It's probably because the legends don't want to use this low-level spell." The young dean complimented quietly, raised his hand with an emerald ring and gently stroked it in the void.
Thorn.
The space was like a piece of silk cloth, which was lightly cut and rolled down to both sides along the traces of the emerald. After the cut space, the rolling aura rushed towards the face. A spiritual tree, which was much taller than the old locust tree in the garden, grew in the center of this small world, immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Is this the black yellow tree cultivated by 'Eden'?" Huang Huali lay on the threshold of the space and looked inside: "——It's indeed a bit small, far worse than the one in the black prison!"