The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

In the blink of an eye, summer ends and winter comes, at the end of November, Xu Wan conceived and gave birth to a son named Jinghui in October.A few years passed in a flash, Jing Hui was four years old, and Jing Moli was eight years old. In the winter of this year, there was snow outside the window. In the tent, Jing Moli was meditating cross-legged. With 200 years of memory, he has been insisting on practicing, and now after a few years, he has achieved little.

After three o'clock, the whole house was quiet, the maid who kept watch at night had already fallen asleep in the outer room, Jing Moli opened his eyes with a breath of foul breath, brushed up the bed curtain, and saw the snow shadow outside the window, he couldn't help getting out of bed, put on a cloak and cushioned himself The stool opens the window.

The night was dark and the snow was lightly blowing. The clump of green bamboos in the yard was piled with snow, and the sapphires were even more emerald green when covered with snow. Jing Moli reached out to catch the snow, and the snowflakes fell into his palms. It was cool. He took a long breath and smiled slightly. smiled.

"It's so cold, what are you doing?" Nagasawa appeared out of the window in human form. Over the past few years, this eldest son of the general's mansion has become more and more strange.He's just a child, but sometimes he has deeper thoughts than a monster like him, and he is practicing himself without a teacher. I thought it was just a joke, but I didn't expect it to be somewhat effective now.

He has always been meditating in the lotus pond, but he feels lonely after a long time. It just so happens that this eldest son can see him and is not afraid of him, so if he is in a good mood these few years, he will come to chat with Jing Moli, which is also half a friends.

"This snowy night is beautiful." Jing Moli looked at the night sky. He likes snow, probably because he is a snow phoenix. He prefers this cold environment to the warmth and heat.

Nagasawa looked up at the sky, it was normal, and it was the same as the sky he had seen in the past 100 years, "Are you unhappy?"

Jing Moli was a little puzzled, how could this little carp ask such a question, "No."

"Then do you still want to practice?"

"Of course." Jing Moli is very sure of this idea, no matter what, he will practice.

"I heard that the Cangling Sect is going to select disciples again, but you are too young, they have always accepted disciples in their teens." Nagasawa told Jing Moli the news he had inquired about.

Jing Moli didn't feel disappointed either, "Yeah, I'm still young and I can't leave here, maybe in a few years." He is now eight years old, and maybe he will have a chance in two years.

Nagasawa looked at Jing Moli, "You are the son of the general's mansion, you are rich and honored, why do you want to practice?"

Jing Moli smiled, "Prosperity and wealth are just a fleeting cloud, how can it be compared to Ling Feng Yushui stepping on the universe and laughing freely in the world of mortals?"

Nagasawa nodded approvingly, "Yes."

Jing Moli turned back and put on his little boots, fastened his cloak tightly, "It's a good night, let's go for a stroll." He jumped out of the window lightly, and now he is as tall as the window sill, but he is much shorter than Nagasawa .

Nagasawa curled his lips, stretched out his hand to grab Jing Moli's arm, and immediately flew him up to the roof, stood on the snow on the roof, and said with distaste, "It's midnight, what's there to do?"

"Recently, it's time to practice the ability to ride the clouds and the fog, and it's easier to communicate." Thinking that he was a phoenix in his previous life, he could fly, but now he has no wings, and it is a bit troublesome to learn flying skills.

"Ride the clouds and ride the fog? Can you do it?" Nagasawa was very skeptical.

"It will always work." Jing Moli calmed down, mobilized the whole body's true energy, and tried to float himself in the air.True air circulates, spreads from the dantian to the whole body, and then gathers at the feet, and slowly leaves the feet and the ground at the end of the scene, floating three feet in the air.

Nagasawa looked at him in surprise, although it was only three feet, it was not easy. After all, if a mortal fetus wants to fly in the air, it usually depends on external objects, such as fairy swords and treasures. Jing Moli can do it by himself. This volleying technique, it can be seen that there is indeed a fairy fate.Now he regrets what he said at the beginning, maybe this son of a general will really become a fairy.

Feeling his feet flying into the air, Jing Moli was not excited, but just tried to make himself float higher, slowly passed the top of Nagasawa's head, and the cool wind blew up his cloak, flying lightly like snow feather.

Looking up at Jing Moli, Nagasawa also flew up, not to be outdone, at the same height as Jing Moli, "Flying is not something ordinary people can learn, and no one taught you, how could you?" The method can still be taught by oneself, but if there is no one to teach this kind of technique, a mortal will never learn it without a teacher.

Jing Moli stared straight ahead, carefully controlled his true energy, and made himself stand firmly in the air. He didn't answer Nagasawa's question. After a while, he felt that he couldn't hold on any longer, so he slowly fell down and stood up again. On the roof, he took a long breath, "It's better to practice more."

Nagasawa also fell down, and looked at Jing Moli, "You, you are also a demon, right?"

Jing Moli raised his eyes and looked at him, "Maybe. You have practiced for 150 years, so you should be close to crossing the catastrophe, so you should be more careful." There was one calamity of thunder, and then the calamity of the five elements is a must for every monster. After the five elements, there will be three more calamities of thunder. If you want to continue, life and death will be inevitable.

"Do you even understand Duo Jie?"

Jing Moli smiled, "I know a lot, if you don't understand, you can ask me, maybe I can guide you a bit." Anyway, he was quite a demon back then.

Nagasawa snorted disdainfully, "So powerful? Then go down by yourself." With a flash of his figure, he disappeared into the night and returned to the lotus pond.Jing Moli stretched his waist, lifted his feet, and flew down the roof lightly. The past four years of practice were not just for fun, and this height is still not a problem for him.

In the early morning, the snow in the courtyard had not been cleared, Jing Moli had already got up, not afraid of the cold weather, and practiced sword in the courtyard with a dagger in his hand. When Jing Hui came over, he saw him practicing sword. The young man was so tenacious and serious, and his eyes were extremely firm and resolute.

The childish face is a bit more delicate than ordinary people, and if he stays older, he is definitely a stunning nobleman, coupled with the natural coquettish look between his brows and eyes, and the smile with curved lips is even more heart-wrenching.

Seeing Jing Moli retracting his sword, Jing Hui broke away from Xu Wan's embrace, ran over with his calves, hugged Jing Moli, threw himself into his arms, and called out, "Brother, I Play too."

Jing Moli patted Jing Hui on the head, "You are too young to play." Handing the sword to the maid beside him, Jing Moli pulled Jing Hui away and saluted Xu Wan, "Mother."

"I'm thinking that my husband will rest today, and you don't have to go to school. I heard that the plum blossoms in the Feihua Temple in the city are blooming very well this year. You have never been to Feihua Temple. Today, you want to take your brothers for a stroll. go?"

Jing Moli nodded, "Okay." He has always been obedient to Xu Wan's request, and filial piety is also a kind of repayment.

"Then go and change your clothes, we'll be leaving in a while."

"Yes." Jing Moli went back to the room and changed into the clothes he was going out with, a red shirt with a white background, a pair of white brocade boots with a buckskin lining, and a red satin and silver fox cloak, and only a brocade for half of his long hair. With the belt on, the noble young man is already very handsome.

The three mother and son left the General's Mansion in a carriage, accompanied by more than a dozen guards and several maids and nuns in the mansion, Xu Wan and Jing Hui rode together, Jing Moli and two maids rode in the same carriage, and arrived at Feihua Temple not long after.There are quite a lot of Taoist temples in the city, this Feihua Temple is not very big, the incense is also average, and it is far away from the General's Mansion, Xu Wan has never been here, she just wanted to see plum blossoms, so she came from the south of the city to the north of the city.

The one enshrined here is an immortal named Fenghua. Legend has it that this immortal Fenghua lived more than 200 years ago. At that time, Yingcheng suffered a natural disaster, and the heavy snow continued for three months. Everything was lonely and many people froze to death. One day, the immortal came to Yingcheng to remove the snow monster, stop the snowstorm, and save the people in the city. In order to commemorate the immortal's great virtue, the emperor at that time ordered to build the Feihua Temple to worship the immortal.

Feihua Temple is full of plum blossoms in this winter, and there is no shortage of famous plum blossoms. The plums and snow complement each other to create a scene of Yingcheng. The literati and tourists love to come here to watch the plum blossoms and watch the snow.The carriage stopped in front of the temple, and there was a row of white plums in front of the temple. Before entering the temple, the fragrance of plum blossoms could already be smelled. The temple master and a few disciples went out to greet him. The temple master was a gray-haired priest, dressed in a gray robe Immortal Feng Daogu, the name is Kongming.

"Poverty Kongming, I have met the benefactor." Kongming Daoist lowered his eyes slightly and bowed his head.

"The Lord is very polite." Xu Wan returned the gift.

Daoist Kong Ming looked at Jing Moli and Jing Hui next to him again, his eyes fell on Jing Moli, and he looked a few more times in surprise, "Young master is really good-looking."

Xu Wan smiled, "Children, they are all about the same." She knew that her child was good-looking.

"Benefactor, please." Daoist Kong Ming led them in, and Xu Wan led a child by the hand and entered Feihua Temple together.

When you enter the temple, you must first go to the main hall to offer incense. In the main hall stands the stone statue of Fenghua Immortal. , but a pair of peach blossom eyes carved particularly vividly.

Looking up at the appearance of this Fenghua fairy, Xu Wan felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.Jing Moli raised his head and couldn't help frowning. The appearance of this fairy seemed familiar.

The maid lit the incense and handed it over. Xu Wan took the incense and looked down at Jing Moli and Jing Hui who also took the incense. Then they bowed together, added some money for sesame oil, and donated six long-burning lamps, and then went out. the main hall.

Turn around the promenade, walk along the Qingshi Road, and go to the Nuan Pavilion in the plum forest in Guanli. Plum trees are planted here and there. Plum blossoms on both sides, "Flying flowers are like snow, Huaguang Yaoyao, heaven and earth have spirits, and the name of flying flowers is worthy of the name."

He spoke well, and Daoist Kong Ming couldn't help but look at the son of the general's family again. He is young and has an excellent character. What's more rare is the quality of luxuriant jade, which must be a profound blessing.

Xu Wan smiled softly, "I've been to so many Taoist temples, and this is the first time I've heard you praise me." When I went to Taoist temples when I was young, this child always had to make a fuss, but later he stopped going to Taoist temples when he grew up, which made them The elders are also a little relieved, and gradually don't care about the matter of catching Zhou.

Jing Moli smiled, and asked instead, "May I ask the chief, when was this Feihua Temple built?"

"It has been 220 years since the temple was built." As the temple owner, it is clear about time.

"It's been a long time." 220 years?It's been a while since now, but Jing Moli couldn't understand why the Fenghua fairy looked so much like him?

The author has something to say: Xiao Moli has grown up slowly, and the first recommendation has also begun. If you pass by, click the bookmark and leave a comment, (*^▽^*)