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　Of course, how far they can reach in their future cultivation will depend on their aptitude and how diligent they are..."

　"Just a touch on the top of the head? In that case, I can accept it. But... even so, dear, don't you still have to appear in front of them? Is it really okay to expose your identity like this?" Marita asked worriedly.

　As a useless female spy who had lived in a Nazi concentration camp and been imprisoned in a CIA black prison, although Marita's skills as an agent were very poor, she had witnessed many dark and terrible things with her own eyes, so she was very worried that Ferry would be caught and sliced ​​for research.

　"It's okay, dear. I will change first, and then I will look for the "right person" to touch my head."

　Fili smiled, raised a finger, and waved it in front of Marita. Then, his body suddenly shrank, and he crawled onto his stomach, black hair spreading from his body... In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a cute black cat. Standing on the floor, he shook his neck and called out in a clipping voice, "Meow—how about that? This way I can hide behind the scenes and won't be recognized by others, meow!"

　Filimeow yawned at Marita and said this in a meowing tone.

　Then, what Fili didn't expect was that the next moment, he was knocked down by the women who suddenly became excited.

　"Wow, kitty! So cute! Let me pet it!"

　"Make way! Let me go first! I haven't petted a cat in years!"

　"I want to pet one too! The black cat the owner turned into is so funny! He looks a lot like Toto, the cat I had as a child."

　"Meow! Don't come over here, meow! If you want to pet the cat, you can wait until I come back... meow!! It hurts when I grab its tail!"

　"You're petting a cat wrong. You should scratch its chin like this... Look, its butt is sticking up!"

　"By the way, there seems to be some dried super catnip in the closet. It's the one we grew in the backyard last time. Who can go get it?"

　"Meow! Don't go too far, meow!"

　In short, because he accidentally inhaled too much "super catnip", Phili, who was almost blackout that night, did not go out at all. Instead, he went straight to the bedroom and partied with his women all night, and they all lost consciousness.

　It wasn't until noon the next day that he finally emerged from the shambles of the villa, his muscles aching all over, and drove to the University of Southern California in Los Angeles. Then, he quietly transformed into a ginger cat and entered the campus, seeking a "predestined person" to teach him the Dark Sun's modified version of the "Tantric Joyful Zen Technique"...

　Chapter 327: The orange cat stroked my head and gave me the Xirui Sutra

　Under the scorching summer sun, Ferry, transformed into an orange cat, ran across the campus of the University of Southern California, looking around curiously.

　Sometimes it crawls through the fence, sometimes it jumps onto the bench.

　It seems simple, but considering the size of the cat and the height of the bench, if converted to a human, it is actually equivalent to a person jumping from one place to the second floor.

　Ordinary people can't do this at all, but cats that are not too fat can easily jump from the ground to the bench.

　Ah, my body feels so light. Like a feather that will float in the wind! Filimeow thought happily.

　Well, it would have been better if there weren't those college students coming over with shining eyes and extending their claws.

　——I have to say, if you look at human society from a cat’s perspective, it feels really stressful.

　Think about it, if a group of creatures that are much larger than you live with you and can crush you with just a turn, how could you not be nervous?

　If you're a house cat, things might be a little better. While your life might be confined to a small room—if your owner lives in an apartment, you'll literally spend your entire life in a tiny space of just a few dozen square meters. However, the US is vast and sparsely populated, and most neighborhoods are still dominated by single-family homes. Untethered cats are generally free to wander freely, returning meowing only when it's time to eat.

　Therefore, from the perspective of domesticated cats, their owners are roughly equivalent to "ancestral" immortal mountain guardian monsters, who go out hunting every day and return to provide cat food for them. If there is such a monster in the family, the next several generations, even dozens of generations, will have no worries about food and drink.

　Well, after all, the difference in lifespan between humans and cats is probably about the same as that between humans and elves in fantasy novels.

　Moreover, for cats, as long as they sign a contract with the immortal mountain guardian monster, the safety of their nest is guaranteed. Even if they are beaten and forced to flee by other cats and dogs, as long as they hide in their home, no matter how ferocious the wild cats and dogs, eagles or venomous snakes are, they will not be able to withstand a single slap from the mountain guardian monster.

　Of course, cats also have to sacrifice something to sign a contract with the immortal giant monster that provides food, shelter and safety.

　Sometimes, some younger members of the cat family will be forcibly taken away by the giant monster to participate in some mysterious rituals. After coming back, they will cry and remain silent when asked. From then on, they will no longer go into heat, chase female cats, or give birth to babies. They will just lie down and eat a lot and become fat otakus... Alas, maybe this is life (cat life)?

　but

　If you are a stray cat, you have to be more cautious when facing humans, because you can't be sure whether the humans who approach you will kindly offer you food, or maliciously throw stones at you, cut you with knives, or even burn you with fire?

　Whether in the East or the West, there are many cat abusers of all kinds!

　Not to mention, the Cantonese people would make a "dragon-tiger fight" with cats and snakes, and the Vietnamese are even more keen on eating cat meat, having invented more than 20 kinds of cat meat dishes.

　Therefore, for cats, if they misjudge the attitude of strangers, they may starve at best, or even lose their lives at worst.

　In addition, motor vehicles traveling on the road also pose a constant threat to the lives of cats.

　Pedestrians understand traffic lights, but cats and dogs don't. Drivers will yield to pedestrians, but not necessarily to cats and dogs. This isn't just due to a lack of compassion, but also due to limited vision. Drivers often don't even notice a cat darting in front of their tires.

　Even a seemingly harmless bicycle can seriously injure a small cat.

　Fortunately, today was Sunday, so the campus was relatively sparsely populated, with bicycles and cars even rarer. Ferry, now a ginger cat, tried to choose open spaces to walk in, sometimes climbing trees, sometimes scaling walls, and sometimes leaping onto rooftops, striving to minimize his presence.

　But along the way, there were still occasional university students or teachers trying to pet the cat, but Fili's nimble maneuvers easily dodged them. There were also stray cats already living on campus, perhaps mistaking them for "stinky outsider cats trying to steal their territory," and they would sprint up to catch up, baring their teeth in warning.

　Fortunately, Fili Miao entered the school and ran at full speed the entire time, showing no sign of stopping. After chasing Fili Miao for a short distance, the wild cats slowly stopped, cursing and looking for a place to curl up and sleep.

　After shaking off the pursuers, Fili Miao continued to move between the buildings on campus, looking for the target he was going to infiltrate.

　Although Ferry had already scouted the area the last time he accompanied Zoe the witch to visit USC and visited various buyers of "hallucination herbs," even the same scenery and environment still looked vastly different from a cat's perspective.

　More importantly, humans and cats walk different paths.

　For example, people can take the elevator upstairs, but what about cats? Their paws can't even reach the elevator buttons!

　I guess I can only climb walls and drill through windows?

　So, after a lot of searching, Fili finally found his first target: the club classroom of the Love Club. The so-called "Love Club" was a hippie club that used the banner of "love and peace" but actually had group sex and drug taking as its main activities.

　Although it was Sunday, these hippies in the "love party" were obviously not going to church. Instead, they had just experienced a wild party full of liquor, tobacco, narcotics, sex, and a little rock music, and were now all drunk.

　As Ferry neared the door, his sensitive cat nose detected a horrible odor—a mix of alcohol, urine, vomit, body odor, foot odor, and sweat. He nearly gave way and fell off the wall. After finally calming himself, he cast an "olfactory paralysis" spell to prevent himself from fainting. Then, cautiously, he hopped onto the windowsill and peered through the open window to see what was happening inside...

　Well, the ground was littered with young men and women with disheveled clothes or naked, in the corners were fallen wine bottles, books and medicine bottles, and on the walls were messy and completely incomprehensible postmodern graffiti, mixed with Buddhist swastika symbols - very good, very typical hippie style!

　Seeing that several people had sat up staggeringly, rubbing their heads, Fili quickly cast a spell.

　"Meow! Mass Sleep Meow! Everyone, lie down!!"

　The next moment, accompanied by an invisible flash of inspiration, the people who had just woken up from their hangover tilted their heads and fell asleep again.

　Filimao jumped through the window and jumped out, picking out a few people he liked and slapping them on the forehead with his cat claws, injecting "wisdom seeds" containing magic power and information about Tantric practice. Then he wiped his paws covered with dirt in disgust and rushed out of the window again, heading for the next target.

　Nudity club, sleeping club, art film club, Zen thought seminar, fashion seminar, modern art club, student rock band...

　Regardless of the names of these USC student clubs, Fieri observed that their primary activities were essentially alcohol, drug use, and partying. Some followed with group sex, while others dispersed in small groups, mostly involving students. However, some professors and non-campus members also joined in, and some even hired prostitutes from off-campus.

　In such cases, Filimeow would first use "Mass Sleep" to knock the person down. Then he would touch the head of the chosen person with his cat's paw, infusing him with the cultivation information of the "Tantric Master".

　After repeating this operation several times, Fili Miao quickly became more and more proficient, and in just two hours he "enlightened" nearly a hundred "destined people".

　However, when sneaking into a villa that was decorated quite luxuriously and looked like it had just hosted a grand party, Fili not only saw many social figures who looked like actors, directors, singers, etc., but also discovered a historical celebrity who looked somewhat familiar.

　"Meow! Bruce Lee? Lee

　Xiaolong? Why is he here, meow?!"

　Looking at the muscular, shirtless, and fast-sleeping Asian man on the sofa, the orange cat Ferry was a little stunned.

　Shouldn't Bruce Lee still be in Seattle at this moment, running a martial arts school and making money by giving classes and teaching people martial arts?

　Bruce Lee, the Kung Fu star, officially debuted in his first Hollywood movie, The Green Hornet. Remember, it will not be filmed until next year!

　Well, think about it carefully, except for some art films and experimental short films that are made for fun, most Hollywood commercial films usually have to go through a long period of preparation before the official shooting begins, and some even start preparation ten years in advance.

　So, it seems normal that Bruce Lee went to Los Angeles six months in advance to inquire about the situation in order to film "The Green Hornet"?

　(Actually, according to history, Bruce Lee should have been in Hong Kong at this time and would not return to the United States until the autumn. However, this is just a timeline change, allowing him to return from Hong Kong a little earlier. In addition, Bruce Lee also made movies in Hong Kong in his early years, and later returned to the United States to develop his career.)

　Well, never mind all that! Although Phil wasn't a huge Bruce Lee fan before his time travel, he still had a certain amount of respect for how he fought hard in a foreign country, how he remained steadfast in front of white people, and how he relied on his martial arts skills to carve out a niche for Chinese people in Hollywood.

　Now, considering his ancestral home before crossing over, and my good impression of this tough and heroic man, I should give him some benefits this time! Fili Miao thought so.

　If Bruce Lee had become a "Tantric Master" who was immune to all diseases, perhaps he would not have died young in Hong Kong in 1973...

　Wait, according to rumors, Bruce Lee may not have died of natural causes in Hong Kong, but was involved in some shady incident.

　In this case, having a strong body like an ox would probably not be enough for Bruce Lee to survive the fatal disaster a few years later. He would need to have a good mind that could see through lies and conspiracies.

　Well, it's decided. I'll pass on the improved version of the "Giri Sutra" to him! Look how good I am to you, the "Chinese pride"!

　Fili the orange cat muttered silently in his heart, and once again pressed his cat paw, which was full of magical power, on Bruce Lee's forehead...

　-

　Hot flashes, dizziness, dry mouth and tongue.

　It feels like there are thousands of embroidery needles piercing my brain...

　Ah, the feeling of being drunk is really uncomfortable. I must be careful next time and try to drink less.

　Bruce Lee, 25 years old this year, or Bruce Lee before he became famous, woke up drowsily from the sofa, feeling nauseous and having a splitting headache... But there was nothing he could do. He attended the party this time to find an opportunity to enter the entertainment industry, and he couldn't not drink at all!

　Ever since he resolutely dropped out of school last year, married Linda, and started running a martial arts gym together, the business has been mediocre.

　Although Bruce Lee was indeed a martial arts master, with an impressive record of defeating world karate champion Yamamoto Okao, defeating black market boxing champion Sandenim, subduing Brazilian jiu-jitsu master Gene Lebel, and defeating stick king Irosando, medals cannot be directly converted into money - there is no kung fu craze in the United States today, and most Americans still admire the quick-fire duels of western cowboys.

　Therefore, the income Bruce Lee earned from teaching martial arts classes was very limited, and he could only barely keep the school going by performing martial arts shows everywhere.

　This spring, Bruce Lee's son Brandon Lee was born, and a week later, his father, Lee Hoi-chuen, passed away. In order to raise the child and arrange for his father's funeral, his already less than ideal financial situation suddenly became even worse, and he was almost unable to make ends meet.

　Fortunately, his martial arts skills recently caught the eye of Hollywood. Rumor has it that someone in the entertainment industry was willing to recommend him for a role in a film. Bruce Lee immediately rushed to Los Angeles and, with his agent's help, attended one party after another, showcasing his skills to the entertainment industry's biggest names... How should I put it? It felt like a monkey show, but it certainly earned him a standing ovation.

　Unfortunately, despite the fact that everyone was impressed by his Kung Fu and received rave reviews, he still had not received the film contract he wanted.

　Until this afternoon, at a party held by the USC Cinematic School, a producer finally extended an olive branch to him, saying that he wanted to sign a formal contract with him to make a movie with him as the protagonist... Bruce Lee, who finally got what he wanted, was so happy that he couldn't help but drink a few more glasses. He was even tricked into drinking absinthe. As a result, he soon got drunk and passed out on the sofa.

　Now I opened my eyes and saw that it was already dark outside. It seemed that most of the guests at the party had left. It was time for me to say goodbye...

　Hmm, wait, there seems to be something extra in my head? A memory that doesn't belong to me? ! !

　"Master of Tantric Buddhism? Is that the Tantric Buddhism in Buddhism? Huh? The cultivation method is Joyful Zen? What a dishonest martial art!"

　Bruce Lee, who noticed something strange, was immediately frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, but he couldn't help but continue reading.

　Then, the expression on his face gradually changed from surprise to joy... although there was still a hint of disgust.

　——At this moment, the martial arts novels and fairy tales in the Chinese cultural circle are just in their infancy. But Jin Yong's works have indeed been serialized in Hong Kong newspapers, Gu Long's novels have also begun to be published, and Huanzhu Louzhu's "

　"The Legend of Sword and Fairy" has been famous for a long time.

　As a martial artist who makes a living by boxing and kicking, Bruce Lee had heard something about this.

　Therefore, Bruce Lee quickly reacted and thought that he had encountered an opportunity and was taught martial arts by some "great power"!

　Unfortunately, the technique they were teaching was a bit unorthodox. It involved practicing Yin and Yang, and one had to practice it for an hour straight before even getting started...

　Well, dual cultivation is not bad. I got married last year. I can find an opportunity to practice with Linda and let my wife share some benefits.

　But... one hour, can my waist and kidneys withstand it?

　Bruce Lee, who was still quite simple at the moment, was thinking this silently in his mind. Then he found that there was another memory in his mind.

　So, I skipped the practice methods of "The Master of Tantra" and started reading this new information in my mind.

　Then, he was so shocked by the madness of the content and the arrogance of the tone that his mouth twitched.

　“Dark Sun is the only true God in this world!

　All other gods are just weak projections created by Dark Sun to relieve boredom.

　Wake up! Mortals! Don't be deceived by those false gods anymore!

　Do you want to know the ultimate truth of this world?

　The Xiri Sutra will tell you everything!"

　At the same time, across the USC campus, more and more people woke up from drunkenness and coma, and then were either delighted or horrified to find that there was something extra in their minds - some of them chose to keep it secret, while others spoke out in panic, triggering more tragedy and comedy.

　Author's Note: PS: I recently watched some promotional videos for places in the US and UK, and I noticed how different the accents are, even though they're both English. Especially in a travel video about northeastern England, I initially thought the accent was German, but after listening carefully for a while, I could tell it was English.

　Chapter 328: Bang to Immortality

　In the living room of a refuge villa in the San Fernando Valley, outside Los Angeles

　Although the TV was still showing funny soap operas, bloody news about the Vietnam War, and violent black movements, the people living in this house had no intention of caring about these things that had nothing to do with them at the moment.

　Under the gaze of the women, Alena, who had become a master of Tantra, arched her body, frowned, and secretly exerted strength.

　With a "click", she let out a long sigh, reached down to her crotch, and pulled out a wet thing from inside.

　"Wow! It's really broken! Alena's vagina is so powerful, her muscles can already crush walnuts!"

　The maid, Juanita, reached out to take the cracked walnut, still stained with sticky bodily fluids, and exclaimed excitedly, passing it around to the other women. The other women were unfazed by the wetness of the walnut; the bold Adriana even tossed the walnut meat directly into her mouth and began chewing it.

　Anyway, in this small harem, they stick together every day, get fucked day and night, and everyone has long been accustomed to exchanging body fluids with each other.

　"This is the power of a 'Tantra Master'! From now on, I can let Alena be a human nutcracker during afternoon tea!"

　Seeing that Alena could actually crush walnuts with her body cavity, Fili was also very surprised, and couldn't help but rub his hands and joked with a smile.

　"Ah, it's so hard to be your slave, Master. I have to be a toy and a cow. I have to be a pillow and a quilt, a chair and a dining table. Now I have to be your nutcracker." Adriana finished eating the walnut meat, threw away the shell, and joked with Fili.