The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

The sound of the green flute and the sound of Jinghua sounded, and the spiritual power turned into a sharp blade. Jingmo left his body like a feather, and the female ghost's attack couldn't catch him at all. Listening to the sound of Jinghua, it was his own soul needle Feeling the pain of the soul, the female ghost suddenly stopped, stretched out her finger to touch the center of her eyebrows, and directly abolished her sense of hearing. If she couldn't hear the sound of the flute, the sound of Jinghua naturally couldn't affect her.

Unexpectedly, this female ghost was so open-minded. Jing Moli stopped playing the flute, and used the flute as a sword to defend. Greeting from the female ghost, red light, white light and blue light shone, directly reflecting the sky.

In the room, Zhou You and the other three listened to the sounds outside, worried, and watched the scene secretly through the window, only to see ghosts floating around, and Jing Moli was flying like a fairy in a silver robe, and suddenly a white light hit the ghost, and the ghost appeared on the ground. Born in shape, she looked at Jing Moli unwillingly, "Jing Moli, even if I die, I want you to be buried with me."

After clasping the palms together, pointing to the sky with the left hand and the ground with the right hand, "Three souls and seven souls are sacrificed, and the souls are chased by their lives, hell and shadowy mountains, until death."

Jing Moli frowned, even if he lost his soul, he had to be buried with him, it was really a deep hatred.Hum softly, you sacrifice to me, and then the blue bamboo flute in your right hand pointed directly at the moon, "Leverage three minutes of the moonlight to brighten, the pure flower of heaven and earth, and the flute to catch the gate of ghosts, and send the soul into the underworld."

The dark wind swept in, and a ray of spiritual light also rushed away, a golden light flashed in midair, like a shroud covering the female ghost, and the female ghost was put into the soul lock bag before she could react, and the golden light fell to the ground to reveal a figure, it was Judge Song Ping .

Seeing that it was Jing Moli, Song Ping smiled brightly, "We meet again, so it was you who cast a spell to open the gate of hell, and I happened to be nearby, so I came here."

Jing Moli didn't expect such a coincidence, so he raised his hand and saluted, "Judge Song."

"You don't need to be so polite, just call me Song Ping." Song Ping shook the soul lock bag in his hand, "This female ghost's name is Qiu Niang. She doesn't commit any crimes on weekdays, but she has a feud with you."

Jing Moli directly asked the question in his heart, "Have I been the Lord of Jihe City?"

Song Ping thought, since Qiuniang always came to seek revenge, she had to give an explanation, and she would not hide it from him immediately, "Well, City Master, I still think it is more convenient to call you City Master. There were three evil spirits in Jihe City back then. , Human ghosts are suffering unspeakably, you killed the evil spirits, wiped out the evil ghosts in one fell swoop, and established order in Jihe City, so that the human ghosts can live in peace, so everyone supports you as the city lord. This Qiuniang is three The righteous sister of the evil ghost, who escaped back then, naturally hated you very much."

It turns out that there are still such things, it’s not that I have done some bad things, I think that the city lord, ghost king, and ghost people are all obsessed with it. How deep is my obsession to become the ghost king.Jing Moli shook his head and stopped thinking about it, "So that's the case. I think I have known the judge before, but I have forgotten it. Please forgive me."

Speaking of this matter, Song Ping was a little embarrassed. After all, he was the one who led him into the underworld back then, but failed to protect him and let him go to the Palace of Unrequited Love to drink the Severance of Love. The benefit of forgetting, you are not very good now. When the city lord ascends to the fairy world in the future, don't forget that there is still me as a friend in the underworld."

Jing Moli smiled slightly, this judge really has a hearty temperament, which really fits his temper, "Definitely."

"Farewell." Song Ping also smiled, and his figure disappeared immediately.

Raising his hand to dissolve the magic circle and barrier in the courtyard, Jing Moli frowned slightly as he looked at the Bihuang flute in his hand. The Bihuang flute had been following him all the time, and he was able to restore 200 years of memory, and the remaining 600 years only I'm afraid that Bihuangdi saw it with his own eyes, maybe he can retrieve the previous memory through Bihuangdi.

But, should we do this?This life and the previous life have been entangled for a long time. Some things don’t need to be deliberately done, and they will come back slowly. Let’s let nature take its course.

"It's all right now, I'll take my leave first." Taking a step forward, Jing Mo left in an instant with Yu Qingfeng.

When Zhou You opened the door and came out, Jing Moli was no longer in sight. Looking at the empty yard, Zhou You couldn't help but sigh. The eldest son seemed to have many sad things. As a ghost, now he is practicing in the human world, and he will ascend to the fairy world in the future. What kind of hardships must he endure to be so difficult every step of the way.

Jing Hui looked at Li Gui very curiously, but he didn't feel scared, and the judge who appeared later attracted his attention even more. It turns out that there really is a judge in the underworld, and his strange brother is still friends with the judge, and he was once a city lord. , Killing evil spirits and being the king of ghosts at the same time, seems very remarkable.

At the end of the night, Jinghui didn't go back to Zhou You's place to rest, but he went to practice medicine the next day. When it got dark, he returned to the small courtyard as usual. Zhou You didn't ask any more questions, but just told him that Jinghui was recovering very well. , going to school tomorrow.

The days were the same as before, Jing Moli went out early and returned late to travel around the doctor, Zhou You also received important duties in the court, he was very busy every day, sometimes he stayed in the Hanlin Academy, and had no time to come back to rest, in the blink of an eye July In the past, it was golden autumn and August.

The two golden osmanthus trees in the corner have already bloomed, and the fragrance is blowing in the wind, permeating the whole yard. It was gloomy early in the morning, and it started to rain lightly before Jing Moli left the house. After thinking about it, he became lazy It's been a day, and it just so happens that Zhou You is taking a rest today, and it's rare that he took a late night's sleep and went out with his clothes on, only to realize that it was raining.

The ground in the yard was already wet, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus seemed to have faded a lot. Seeing that the window of the study was open, Zhou You walked over, and saw Jing Moli sitting in front of the window, holding a book in his hand and reading, peach blossoms The eyes are drooping, and the thin lips under the straight bridge of the nose are more beautiful than the color of peach blossoms.

The light was blocked, Jing Moli raised his head, looked at Zhou You and smiled slightly, "Morning."

Zhou You was a little embarrassed, it seemed that it was not too early, he gently touched his face with his left hand, "I went to bed late."

"It's rare to take a rest. It's good to sleep a little longer. There is clear porridge and steamed buns in the pot in the kitchen. Go and eat some."

"Okay." Zhou You took a few steps back and walked towards the kitchen. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help turning his head, just looking at the open window, but he felt inexplicably stable in his heart.Someone would pay attention to what he said, and when he came back in the middle of the night, there was a lamp waiting on the porch, and he was no longer alone at the dinner table. The eldest son in winter gave him hope to live, and this autumn, the eldest son gave him the warmth of companionship.

After breakfast, Zhou You made tea and brought it to the study, "My lord has been practicing medicine here and there, saving lives and healing the wounded, and it's been hard work."

"Nothing is easy in the world." Jing Moli put down the book, "You pursue self-cultivation, governing the family, governing the country and the world, but what I pursue is self-cultivation, helping the world and achieving success, and the efforts are the same."

Zhou You nodded approvingly, "I have always admired the perseverance of the eldest son." He sat down on the chair beside him, "By the way, I have a friend who will come over today. He is a good person with a pure heart, sir. If the young master sees him, he will definitely like him too."

"Okay, the autumn wind is light and rainy, and it's a great blessing in life to be accompanied by one or two friends. It's also suitable for a few drinks." Jing Moli took out a few pots of bamboo leaf green wine, "I'll be in charge of the wine."

Zhou You smiled, "In that case, I'll go buy some good food later."

It was almost noon when Zhou You went out. Jing Moli set up a table under the porch, placed a few futons on the ground casually, sat reclining on the pillow, and seemed to be flipping through the book in his hand, enjoying this rare leisure time. After sitting for a while, he took his eyes off the book and looked at a clump of wild chrysanthemums swaying by the courtyard wall. He didn't think about anything, but a sense of melancholy spread from the bottom of his heart.

There seems to be a hibiscus tree planted in the neighboring courtyard, a red hibiscus was blown by the wind and fell to the courtyard, what is the cause of worry, it is the fall from the heart, the cold wind and rain, the red flowers are gone.Suddenly, a red shadow seemed to flash before his eyes, and for a split second, Jing Moli thought it was the afterimage of the red hibiscus.

Footsteps approached outside the courtyard door, the door was pushed open, Jing Moli looked over, it was Zhou You who came back with a food box, followed by a person, holding a long box in his arms, and the light yellow robe brought a little Nuan Yi is the painter Huo Qingfeng.

"Eldest son, this is Huo Qingfeng." Zhou You stepped forward to introduce.

Jing Moli had already stood up, "Mr. Huo."

Huo Qingfeng was even more surprised when he saw Jing Moli, "It's you! Mr. Jing, we are so destined."

Zhou You looked at the two of them, "So you know each other."

Huo Qingfeng nodded several times, "That's right, I went back to Yingcheng before, and we took the same boat."

"That would be the best. Now that we have the wine, the dishes, and the beautiful scenery, everyone can be more casual and don't have to be cautious." Zhou You put down the food box and took out the dishes inside.

"This is good. I haven't eaten all morning, but I'm very hungry." Huo Qingfeng sat down casually, and put the long box aside, and the three of them raised their chopsticks and cups to fill their stomachs first.

After taking a few mouthfuls of food, Jing Moli stopped, poured a glass of green wine and drank it all in one gulp, his thin lips were slightly moistened by the wine, his peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with gentle spring water, he looked at it casually The courtyard, however, also has a heart-pounding affection.

Huo Qingfeng looked at him without blinking, this Mr. Jing was really the most handsome man he had ever met.

The dishes were almost finished, so Huo Qingfeng urged Zhou You to clean up together, then wiped the table clean, spread the tablecloth, washed his hands, and carefully lit incense to dissipate the smell of oily smoke, "I brought my baby here today. Yes, after searching for more than half a month, I finally found it."

Huo Qingfeng took the long box to the table and opened it carefully. Inside were two scrolls of paintings. He took out one unfolded first, which was the landscape painting of Jing Moli's back view.Zhou You saw at a glance that this was Jing Moli, after all he had seen Jing Moli wear that dress before.

"Didn't you draw this yourself?" Zhou You didn't understand what Huo Qingfeng was going for.

Jing Moli glanced at it, thinking that Huo Qingfeng had secretly painted himself again, so he didn't have much interest.

"It was indeed drawn by me. After thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly remembered that I had an ancient painting before, which was vaguely similar to this painting." Huo Qingfeng smiled mysteriously, put down the painting, and then opened another one. painting.