Youbao Chapter 35: Domineering Man Jiao (2)
I was so scared that I suppressed the urge to scream, and reached out to push it down when it was halfway up.
But then, it climbed up again... then I pushed it down again... it climbed up again... I pushed it down again... I kept feeling like I was teasing a dog.
After trying for a while, I just couldn't stand it anymore. This guy was too persistent. No matter how many times I tried, he would climb up. Sometimes he would get tired of climbing and just roll down.
Seeing its appearance, I don't feel scared. After all, it is too small, smaller than my index finger, pink all over, even slightly transparent. A pair of black eyes, as bright as gemstones. Apart from other things, just this cute appearance makes people reluctant to hurt it.
Oh, by the way, the old Taoist priest said that it should be fed with some of my blood after it was born, I almost forgot. Thinking of this, I quickly took the knife I had prepared earlier and cut a hole on my finger, and blood immediately oozed out.
When I caught the little thing, it kept spitting out its tongue and shaking its head and tail as if in protest.
I don't care about you, I just pinched it with my fingers and dripped a few drops of blood on it. The excess flowed down its head and stained its entire body.
After it dripped a few times, I didn't know whether it was too much or too little, so I put it on the bed. Now the little thing was like drunk, crawling around everywhere, hitting its head against the wall, shaking its head and crawling somewhere else.
I was afraid that it would crawl over the bed and fall off, so I grabbed it and put it in my palm. No matter where it ran, I would poke it in front of the head with one finger. After poking it many times, I finally understood why Tathagata Buddha did not use so many Buddhist methods, but just used five fingers to suppress the monkey.
Maybe because I teased him too much, the little guy was finally tired. He lay in my palm, blinked his black eyes a few times, closed his eyes and lay there motionless, as if he was asleep.
I poked it a few times. At first it looked at me with its eyes open, but in the end it just ignored me.
I scratched my hair, put it on my chest, and rested my head on the quilt, thinking: Should I give it a name?
All pets have names, like my dog is called Baobei, my cat is called Mi|Mi, and my bird is called Zhazha. Later, there were so many Baobei, Mi|Mi, and Zhazha that I couldn’t tell who was who.
So what should we call it?
The red-spotted python definitely couldn't scream anymore. After this guy was reborn, even his skin changed. Before, his whole body was green and covered with red spots. But now his whole body is pink, with only a green spot on his forehead.
How about pink spots? Or pink-green spots?
It's so tacky, it sounds like chalk. Then I thought, this guy was killed by the old Taoist priest, and then resurrected by the old Taoist priest, and then he was like a ball. How about calling it the Taoist priest rebirth pill?
It doesn’t work if it sounds like a Japanese name.
By the way, the old Taoist said that this little thing will be reborn after being broken, and after a few hundred years, it may be able to turn from a python into a dragon. Look at its stickiness, it's like 101 glue.
How about calling it Jiao Ye? This name sounds so domineering.
Nowadays, many people brag about themselves by saying: Do you know who I am? Do you know what I do? Do you know who my father is?
Next time I see someone like this, I will throw the little thing in his face and say: Do you know who this guy is? Master Jiao! All snakes in our family call us Master!
In a few words, the name of Jiao Ye was decided. This name is too domineering, it is simply irresistible. I thought, if the old Taoist priest brings me another ginseng doll next time, I can name it Nezha, and let the two things fight it later.
Since Mr. Jiao was born, my life has become much more fun.
When I get up, I poke Jiao Ye and call him to get up and pee. When I brush my teeth, I also brush his body. When I eat, I eat meat and feed him buns. When I bask in the sun in the afternoon, I put it on my eyes, and it becomes a sunglasses. It is cool and comfortable. When I feel good, I put it in my palm and stroke it.
This guy really knows how to enjoy himself. When I touch him, he closes his eyes, just like a dog. But I have a bad habit of getting easily emotional. When I think of the various tortures the old Taoist priest has inflicted on me, I can't help but clench my fists and curse in my heart.
After I finished scolding, I suddenly remembered...where is Mr. Jiao?
A little creature like this, you can imagine how much I love it and let it sleep on my mouth every day.
Sometimes I like to turn over, and when I turn over, there will be a "click" sound... When I wake up the next day, Mr. Jiao is almost flattened.
I didn't see this guy when he was born. I don't know if he broke his shell and got out like a chicken, or if he sucked the mangdan out of the shell like the Internet beast. Anyway, I searched the house and didn't see the mangdan.
So even though I often played with it, it was still very strong. No matter how I played with it, it might be sick at the time, but it would be full of energy again later. I thought about waiting for it to grow a little longer and then tying it as a shoelace.
Sometimes when I tease him too much, he would just blink and disappear, no matter how hard I tried to yell, he would still be on top of me. But not long after, he would crawl back onto me and cling to me again.
In the three or four days after it was born, Jiaoye grew about twice as long. Although it was not much thicker, it was longer than two fingers. When I helped it to move that day, it seemed to be proud of itself and raised its head and moved slowly.
This guy is so spiritual and lovable. On the tenth day, the old Taoist priest finally went out.
I took Jiao Ye to him with a boastful look and presented him with treasures: Look, this is the reborn Jiao Ye.
Mr. Jiao?
That’s its name. It has to have a name, Duoba…
It's a female , the old Taoist said calmly, and then walked past me.
Mother? I was stunned for a moment and looked at Mr. Jiao.
Are you a female? The Jiao Ye shook his head and spat out his tongue, climbing onto my head heartlessly.
Jiao Ye's gender has become my eternal pain. Sometimes I wonder, why not change it to Jiao Jie?
Too feminine, no, it's better to be domineering. I want to train Jiao Ye well, to make him a male among female snakes, and a real man among males!
As for the name issue, Jiao Ye has no objection. He hisses every day, who can understand him?
After the old Taoist priest came out of retreat, he ate some wild fruits from the mountains, which filled his stomach. I really wondered how he spent those ten days in the house. I didn't see him come out to drink water or eat. Could it be that this old guy had some private dishes hidden in his sleeves?
But he looked pretty good, healthier than I. After washing up, the old Taoist priest came to my room and took out the broken bones wrapped in talisman paper.
This is a golden bone fragment, just like a piece of gold. Most people's bones are white, but this kind has never been heard of before. The old Taoist priest has never seen it before, but he can conclude that this is indeed a bone fragment.
To call them bone fragments is a bit of an exaggeration. In my opinion, they are just crumbs at best, just like the crumbs left after eating bread. When seeing these things, Mr. Jiao, who was lying on my shoulder, poked his head out, as if he had smelled something delicious.
I patted its head: You can’t eat this thing, it’s past its expiration date, and you’ll have diarrhea if you eat it, be good.
The old Taoist picked up a slightly larger piece of bone, the size of a grain of rice, and looked at it in the sunlight.
There is nothing special about it. Sometimes you can feel a warm sensation, which is what the old Taoist calls the power of Taoism at work.
The old Taoist priest looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure out the result. I also took a piece and put it in my palm. When I took it, I found that it was surprisingly heavy. It was not even as big as a grain of rice, but it made my palm feel heavy and I almost couldn't hold it. I estimated that this tiny piece of bone must weigh at least 7 or 8 kilograms.
I couldn't help but be stunned. What kind of person is this? His bones are like neutron stars. If all the bones in his body are so heavy, then the road he walks on is like tofu. How can he walk?
Extraordinary, extraordinary...the old Taoist muttered to himself.
What's so special about it? I asked.
The old Taoist priest looked at the golden bone and said: Although there is Taoist power left, it cannot be extracted or integrated. It is repelled by my Taoist power. The Five Elements is a kind of Taoism. It is rare to see special Taoist power that cannot be matched.
What's so special about this kind of power? I asked curiously.
The old Taoist said: They cannot be combined, just like air and water. We breathe air and touch water, we know they exist, but we cannot truly combine them into one. If I were attacked by such a Taoist force, I would not be able to resist.
I was stunned for a moment and asked again: What if you attack?
His power was also unstoppable, but I just tried it and applied pressure with my power, and the bone fragment had no reaction. This shows that even if I attack its body, I cannot cause any harm.
As I was speaking, a thin black shadow fell into the palm of my hand. I looked down and saw Mr. Jiao tilting his neck back to swallow the piece of bone.
Spit it out! I grabbed Jiaoye's neck and swung him upside down.
