"And it's because of this feeling that after my father's passing, I also came to see things lightly. I searched through the Source Canon and learned that during the Ming Dynasty, there were records of Daoists using talismans and conducting fasting and sacrificial rituals. I almost concluded that the Celestial Venerable was just playing tricks on people."
"Until..."
At this point,
Zhang Xiufeng paused and looked at Xia Yue.
"I informed you to come to Jinling and told you that a Jing had turned into a cat."
Xia Yue took over, saying, "Then you realized that the 42nd Celestial Master wasn't playing tricks on you; it was your own lack of effort, right?"
"That's right."
Zhang Xiufeng smiled bitterly, "You don't know how I felt when I heard a cat called Jing. It was really a mix of emotions. It turns out that my ancestor was referring to the Daoist lineage being in Jing, in the raccoon slave... not two different creatures, but a Jing that has turned into a cat.
