Legend has it that the Buddha said at that time that anyone with seven skills in the world could cultivate into an immortal. The so-called seven tricks are actually creatures according to today's words. Cats naturally count among them. Moreover, according to records, a cultivating cat can grow an extra tail every twenty years, and when the tail grows to the ninth, it can cultivate to a certain level. The cat that cultivated into an immortal was particularly powerful, and in the Immortal Garden, even the true immortals had to let it score three points.
But this ninth tail is not very long, and when a cat has eight tails, it will get a hint that it must fulfill a person's wishes. And every time a wish is fulfilled, the cat must disappear a tail to achieve. So it's almost an endless cycle. The cat, on the other hand, is very religious in completing this cycle, so although it has always been eight tails, it does not know how many years it has lived, nor how many people it has helped to achieve its wishes. He also complained to the Buddha, how can he cultivate the Tao in this way? The Buddha laughed and did not answer. The eight-tailed cat can help people realize any wish, any wish. In fact, the eight-tailed cat does not help people casually, it only helps the descendants of its first-person owner to fulfill their wishes.
A long time ago, Wangfengpo was a very rich place, of course, there are many rats, in order to solve the rat infestation, from a long time ago every household will have cats. Strangely enough, no one in the area has a dog, and people never eat dog meat. The presence of cats gives the locals great benefits. There is no rat infestation, the food is abundant, and no disease will be transmitted. So people love cats so much that when it comes to the legend of the eight-tailed cat, they all rush to admit that they are the descendants of the eight-tailed cat owner, so that later no one knows who is the descendant of the eight-tailed cat owner, even the real offspring.
But there was a teenager who was very lucky. That day, autumn was high and refreshing, he turned over the Thunder Splitting Mountain behind the village, and wanted to go to the mountain alone to pick some mushrooms or catch some wild game. (Thunder Splitting Mountain, according to legend, when my grandfather's grandfather, was struck by thunder once, the old people were superstitious, saying that the gods in the sky were catching demons, but the mountain did look like it was split with a giant axe, and the mountain was not half there, and it was awkward to look at.) But before he could reach the mountainside, it rained heavily, a heavy rain that had not been encountered in ten years. The teenager had to find a place with thick leaves to hide. The sky was gray and tight, and the air was oppressive. Just as the rainstorm and lightning were converging, he faintly heard the cries of wolves. At this time, and it was raining heavily, the wolf could never come out to forage. But soon a second wolf howl confirmed the speculation.
Before he could escape, four wolves were already surrounded. The teenager began to shake, and it was not clear whether he was afraid or poured by the rain.
The four wolves were all adult wolves, and their hairs were tightly glued together in the rain, which made their figure very thoroughly displayed, and they could even count the ribs on their bodies, and they should have been hungry for a long time. Four wolves surrounded the teenager and held on to each other. Wolves generally do not attack the target at once, they will be very careful, very patient observation, looking for the best opportunity to ensure a hit. The teenager didn't dare to spit on his dry mouth, because he knew that his throat might be torn in the next second.
At this moment, the wolf suddenly flinched, and from time to time it let out a low roar, which was a roar of threat and fear. The teenager looked around and found himself standing behind him a huge white cat, its length was almost beyond people's imagination, almost a small lion. But it was snow-white, and the rain didn't seem to be able to touch its beautiful hair at all. The eyes are like two black onyx, glowing with ominous light. And the most striking thing is its tail. It was eight roots, scattered in the back like the emperor's patrol.
The teenager suddenly remembered that the people in the village said that the eight-tailed cat would usually appear in an unusual rainstorm and would look for people who needed to fulfill their wishes.
The wolf was quickly scared away. The eight-tailed cat strolled over to the teenager. In front of it, the teenager almost forgot that he was a person, a person who should have been above many creatures, but at this time he felt very small. But he longed to have it because it was so beautiful.
It shook its tail slightly, then shook its head, stretched out a very long lazy waist, and then looked at the teenager.
The teenager knew it was waiting for him to make a request. It turned out that his family was a descendant of the owner of the eight-tailed cat, which made the teenager excited and excited. But the sudden arrival of the eight-tailed cat made the teenager feel helpless, and he really didn't know what wish to let it help him realize.
The teenager asked it carefully, "Can I touch you?" ”
The eight-tailed cat squinted expressionlessly, and by this time the rain had stopped. The sun soon came out again. Its white hair actually became translucent in the sunlight. This silence may be said to have agreed. The teenager touched the hair near its neck with trembling hands.
People will touch many things in their lives, those that feel good are silk, satin, brilliant porcelain, or the skin of young women. But the fur of an eight-tailed cat feels different to the touch than all the hairs that have been touched. Not as messy as ordinary cat fur, nor as soft as fox fur. I don't know what it feels like, but it's very comfortable to touch, and the hand seems to stick there, making people want to sleep on its fur.
But the eight-tailed cat quickly avoided it, perhaps not liking getting too close to humans. It was still waiting for the wish of the teenager, and the eight-heeled tail was dangling restlessly. The teenager really didn't know what wish to fulfill, so he had to say to it, "Either come home with me first, and then tell you when I think of it." ”
The eight-tailed cat looked at the teenager, and suddenly his whole body shone a little, and the person who was almost shaking could not open his eyes. Then on the ground I saw a kitten, a white cat that was no different from a normal cat, and only a tail.
The teenager knew it was Yao, picked it up happily, and ran home excitedly.
In the days that followed, the teenager played with the eight-tailed cat almost every day. The adults in the village do not interfere with children playing with cats. But the eight-tailed cat was reluctant to play at first. Whenever he threw a ball of paper balls or something like a cat to it, he always looked at the teenager indifferently, like an old man looking at a childish child. The teenager finally realized that teasing it like this was actually disrespectful to it.
It barked at the teenager every day, or crouched in the doorway with its tail wagging. The teenager knew that he didn't want to stay here, he wanted to fulfill his wish as soon as possible, to have one less tail, and then repeat that endless cultivation. Looking at its back, the teenager felt that it was pitiful.
That day the boy sat in front of it and asked, "Is it possible that all wishes can be fulfilled?" ”
It didn't make a sound, just looked lazily at the teenager.
"Well, my wish is that you can have nine tails." The teenager said word for word.
The eight-tailed cat froze. Black onyx-like eyes filled with doubt, followed by an indescribable look of gratitude. It finally understood what the Buddha meant, that it could only have nine tails if it met someone who was willing to make it perfect. People in the past were selfish for their own consideration, they thought that the eight-tailed cat should fulfill any wish for them, never considered the feelings of the eight-tailed cat, but each tail had to pay the eight-tailed cat for decades of cultivation.
The eight-tailed cat slowly got up, crouched down in front of the teenager, and licked the teenager's hand, which was very warm. At this time, the teenager saw that its eyes were a little wet, maybe it was tears
Eight tails can't be called eight tails anymore, because it has grown nine tails, which are so gorgeous and magnificent, and the whole body is shining with white light. Then it left like lightning. Leaving a lonely teenager to taste the lonely space, but his later life was very happy and happy.
Helping people realize their wishes is the ability to love, and I wish you to become a nine-tailed cat with the ability to have this kind of love and achieve the person you love.
Many people will not encounter it the first time, but they will.