Ever since he got a cat, Zen Master Zhixin’s life has quietly changed. Although it is just a cat, it is not an ordinary cat, but a talking cat demon.
In the past, Zen Master Zhixin always lived alone, but the cat demon didn't care much. No matter whether Zhixin was cold or angry, it ignored him. When it was happy, it would jump on his shoulder and whisper in his ear. He suddenly made a noise, and when he got upset, he scratched his face with his paw, causing his face to blossom.
"I said, can you restrain yourself a little bit?" Zen Master Zhixin's long-lasting face was gloriously injured again. He said helplessly, "I am a monk after all. Why do I always have injuries on my face?" There have been many. People misunderstood that the scars on Zen Master Zhixin’s face were scratched by women, and many women even made secret glances at Zen Master Zhixin because of this. After all, Zen Master was fair and clean. If he was not a monk, he must be a fruit-throwing person. .
"No." The kitten licked her paws leisurely. Now she can no longer be called a kitten. In just two months, her weight has grown from 3 pounds to seven pounds.
"Why have you been following me?" Zen Master Zhixin said, "Although you have saved my life, I have saved you so many times in the past two months, so it can be offset."
Although he is a cat demon, he is still a cat after all, possessing the curiosity of a cat and the courage to commit suicide. In the past two months, Zen Master Zhixin has lost count of how many times he has rescued the cat demon from all kinds of strange places. In other people's rice vats, in linen pockets, and in other people's rice jars, in linen pockets, and in other places, things have been entangled into a ball with wool. Escape, there are countless such things. With the addition of a cat in his life, Zen Master Zhixin's life suddenly became richer. He hadn't realized it yet, but he hadn't thought of those bad past events for a long time, and perhaps he hadn't felt sorry for himself because of his life experience.
"I said, you are mine." The cat demon stubbornly insisted on her original opinion. She saved Zhixin, and Zhixin was hers. As for saving her later, that was what a shit shovel should do. It was magnanimous that she did not blame her for coming too late and the cooking being too unpalatable.
"Why are they vegetarian again!" The cat demon saw the plate of green vegetables and bean curd served by Zen Master Zhixin, and the hair all over his body stood up. He didn't remember what magnanimity was at all.
"I have already said that monks are not allowed to eat meat. Since you insist on following me, you must abide by the rules." The cat demon comes every time when eating, and Zen Master Zhixin is used to it.
"I won't! I won't!" The cat demon waved its claws angrily, and the cat hair almost flew into the bowl. "I want to eat dried fish! I want to eat meat! I want to eat! I want to eat! I don't want to follow you to become a vegetarian. ! You stinky monk!"
Zen Master Zhixin was well prepared, holding the bowl and dodging left and right, perfectly avoiding the attack of the cat demon. After all, this happens every time he eats. Even a fool should know how to deal with it.
Zen Master Zhixin dodged and finished the meal calmly. After all, the cat demon was small and tired after being so noisy for a while. She lay on the table and murmured: "I want to eat fish!" I want to eat meat! You abuse me!"
Zen Master Zhixin put down the bowl, opened the drawer with a smile, took out a paper bag and shook it at the cat demon. The scent hit his nostrils through the paper bag, and the cat demon's eyes lit up instantly. He jumped up and rushed towards Zen Master Zhixin. Zen Master Zhixin raised his hands high above his head and teased her by swinging them around, but he refused to give the beef jerky in the paper bag to the cat demon.
The cat demon was annoyed and scratched it again. Zen Master Zhixin's brand-new clothes were damaged again, leaving a big hole.