The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

Before they were far away, a woman's exclamation suddenly came, which was extremely ear-piercing in this quiet mountain. Jing Moli and Sanskrit hurriedly turned back, only to see red plums falling one after another, and a puff of black smoke rising from the warm spring. Just as the three women were being thrown into the deep water, the women had already been stripped half of their bodies. They desperately wanted to grab something next to them, but they only grabbed Bai Xue with one hand.

Jing Moli waved his hand to draw a talisman, and a golden talisman smashed into the warm spring. The golden light overflowed, and the black smoke subsided slightly. The Bihuang flute turned into a dozen sharp swords and pierced into the water. Jumping up from the middle, it turned into a human form, it was a black snake demon in a black robe, with strange and evil eyes.

"I didn't expect there to be a little snake in a clean place." Jing Moli recalled the Bihuang flute, and three gusts of wind swept the three girls ashore.

"Midget your own business!" The black snake demon glared at Jing Moli with his pupils, and his figure turned into a big black snake in a flash, and rushed towards Jing Moli. Forming an enchantment, the Black Snake Demon bumped into it and retreated a few steps before hitting the warm spring, splashing a large splash of water.

With a wave of the flute with his right hand, Jing Moli was already floating on top of the warm spring in an instant, surrounded by hundreds of sword qi, forcing him to become a small snake more than one meter long. Mo Li lightly hooked it and threw it onto the shore.

"Do you want to die or live?"

The little snake curled up into a ball, "The Taoist priest is merciful! The little demon will never dare again!"

"Fortunately, I didn't make a big mistake, get out." Jing Mo dispersed his sword energy, and the little snake disappeared in a flash.

The three women had already tidied up and put on their shoes and socks, but their bodies were still wet. Jing Moli's eyes drooped slightly, and he waved a warm wind to clean up their clothes in an instant. He turned to them , "Three girls, are you all right?"

The three of them hurriedly adjusted their dresses and hair buns, and saluted Jing Moli with still surprise, "Thank you, Master, for saving me."

Jing Moli turned around and bowed back, "You're welcome, the snow and wind are cold on the mountain, the three of you should leave as soon as possible." Mr. Pianpian's gentle words made the three women relax a little.

They looked at Jing Moli and Sanskrit who stood not far away under Hongmei, "We are disciples of Kunwu, do you know the names of the two?"

"It's not worth the effort, let me say goodbye." Jing Moli smiled very politely, and walked towards Sanskrit, only to see among the colorful red plums, this long robe of flowing clouds and plain is better than white snow and frost, like the appearance of ice and snow separated by clouds and mists, facing the wind gracefully Qiong Yuzhi, the Taoist leader's appearance overwhelms the white snow and red plums.

Fanyin looked at Jing Moli and walked over with a smile, his peach eyes were slightly curved, his light red lips were more colorful than red plum blossoms, his light yellow robe was lightly rippling with the sun-like brilliance, bright, warm and dazzling, the sun and the morning glow are indescribable , pouring out the nine layers of powder and daisy without color.

It was like a ray of light shone in when he was unprepared in an instant, and an inexplicable feeling of long silence was awakened, and he struggled to break through the layers of darkness and coldness. Desire.

Fanyin's breathing became quickened, his heart pounded out of order and out of rhythm, and he held Fuchen's hand harder and harder. Seeing Jing Moli approaching step by step, he couldn't help but took a step back and bumped into him. He touched the red plum branches behind him, and the red plum blossoms caught his loose hair.

Jing Moli noticed it, and took two steps, "Don't move." He stepped forward and stepped on his toes, over Fanyin's shoulder, carefully untied his hair that was caught by the plum blossom, and took the plum blossom Folded off, "This branch of red plum blossoms the best."

The warm voice brushed past his ears, a little bit of numbness, Sanskrit felt his heart tightened, but he couldn't move away with his heavy footsteps, and couldn't move away from him.

Jing Moli took a step back, put the plum branch in front of his nose and sniffed lightly, "The plum is fragrant and beautiful, so take it back to a vase." Looking up at Sanskrit, he smiled and showed his neat teeth, " Master, let's go."

Even though his heart was full of turmoil, Sanskrit's expression did not change. There were thousands of emotions hidden in Youyoufeng's eyes. He nodded calmly, but he didn't dare to make a sound. He knew that if he spoke, he would definitely hear the clues.

Turning around and leaving at the end of the day, leaving the plum forest and continuing to the top of the mountain, snowflakes fell on his face, the slightest chill finally calmed Sanskrit, the emotion in his heart was so strange and so real, he knew I became emotional. The practice of more than 500 years was in vain. Maybe it was when he caught a glimpse of Jing Moli in the scene of flying feathers like frost in the desolation of Jihe City, he could no longer let him go.

Silently walked to the top of the mountain, where the wind was fierce and the snow was tight, Jing Moli hugged his arms and was so cold that he jumped to his feet. Although he had a good cultivation level, he was a mortal body after all, and he couldn't bear the cold. Wrapped in warmth, Sanskrit had already taken a silver cloak and put it on him, and put the hat on him by the way, "Why don't you use spells?" He can obviously keep himself out of the cold.

"Since I'm looking at the snow, I want to freeze it." Jing Moli leaned towards Sanskrit. On the other side of the mountain, he couldn't even see the mountains in the distance, and they were all white. "The scenery here, Except for that Lin Hongmei, the others are rather ordinary."

The people who approached trembled a little, Fanyin's fingers moved slightly, and he wanted to reach out to hug him, but his reason told him that this was not possible.Jing Moli suffered from love in his previous life, and he has finally forgotten it in this life, so why should he be sad for love?What's more, he is a disciple of the Ninefold Western Paradise Bodhi, and it is a serious crime to be tempted by emotion.

Jing Moli hugged Fanyin's hand without any scruples, "No, it's too cold, don't watch it, let's go back."

"En." Sanskrit turned around, and brought Jing Moli to the place where the horse was tied at the foot of the mountain.

Jing Moli jumped a few times, feeling that his body had finally warmed up, he took off the cloak, and then handed it to Sanskrit, who received it and put it away, Jing Moli raised his head belatedly, "What is it, Daoist?" Is it time to wear silver?" For so many years, Jing Moli only saw Fanyin wearing gray and white clothes, and there were no other colors, this silver cloak didn't seem to belong to him.

"The Yunshang Palace sent some clothes, and I just took them away." Sanskrit did not look at Jing Moli, and moved his eyes away. The silver cloak was indeed sent by Yunshang Palace, who was in charge of clothing in the fairy world, but it was wrong. As soon as he saw it, he thought it was very suitable for Jing Moli, so he accepted it.

"It's really pretty."

"If you like it, I will give it to you." Fanyin took it out again.

Jing Moli shook his head, "This is something from the fairy world. I can't hold it right now. The Taoist priest can save it for me. You can give it to me when I go to the fairy world."

"Okay." Sanskrit responded and put away the cloak.

In the woods, Jing Hui finally got out with the guards, carrying a large basket of mountain treasures, "Where did you go?"

"Go to the top of the mountain to pick plum blossoms." Jing Moli took out a red plum branch and waved it in front of Jing Hui, "Isn't it pretty?"

Jing Hui looked at him with some disgust, "Girls only like flowers."

"How can a child know that this flower is the most beautiful." Jing Moli put away the red plum branches, "I've had enough fun, let's go back."

Leading the horse and the group down the mountain, they returned to Yancheng. Jing Hui took the chestnuts to the kitchen and asked the cook to cook a table of chestnuts for dinner. I raised the red plum branches and put them in the room.After Sanskrit came back, he stayed in the guest room, sitting cross-legged, trying to calm his already messy heart.

As soon as he closed his eyes, images of Jing Moli appeared in his mind, there was Jing Moli in Jihe City, and there was also Jing Moli in this life, whether he had cold eyes or a smiling face, it was all him. The Dao Xin, which has never been shaken for 500 years, is different after meeting Jing Moli.

The fear and anxiety in his heart made Sanskrit tremble slightly. It shouldn't be like this. How could he be emotional, and he was emotional for a man?Even if he knew that Jing Moli didn't care about the gender distinction, and only asked his sincerity, how could his sincerity be given to Jing Moli?

What he cultivates is the path of ruthless Bodhi, what he wants is to be pure and untainted, he can let go of the past, but he can't let go of this scene.For the past ten years or so, he has wandered around the human world, intentionally or unintentionally, always wandering around Jing Moli, if he had no selfish intentions, how could it be such a coincidence.Watching Jing Moli grow up little by little, from a child to today's Mr. Pianpian, Moli is more and more similar to the phoenix in those carefree years, and it is even more heart-wrenching, and his heart is getting more and more messy .

Sanskrit silently recited the mantra of clearing the heart several times, and tried hard not to think about it, to calm himself down.

The door was knocked, and Jing Moli's voice came over, "Taoist." The faintly smiling voice was so sweet, and the call of Daoist was so heart-wrenching.

"I'm here." Sanskrit's voice was deliberately low.

Jing Moli pushed the door open and came in, "You've been here all afternoon, it's getting dark." He put a pot of freshly brewed tea on the table, poured a cup and handed it to Sanskrit.

Fanyin took two sips and held the warm cup in his hand. He lowered his eyes, "Mo Li, you are this year."

"Yeah, sort of." Jing Moli lit the candle on the table, covered the lampshade, and then sat down beside him.

"If it's in the human world, it's time to get married."

Jing Moli glanced at him with a smile, probably because he has seen too much of his romantic appearance recently, which made him worry, "But I am more than that. Not counting those memories I have forgotten, I am still alive It's been more than 200 years, not a young and vigorous boy."

He straightened his face and became more serious, "What I seek is the way of immortality, how can I easily destroy my practice? Wenxiang nephrite is like that delicate flower to me, just enjoy it, don't worry, Taoist priest .”

Sanskrit is not worried about this, with Moli's self-control, ordinary women may not be able to arouse Moli's affection, what he is afraid of is Feng Guixi who is hidden deep in Moli's soul.If one day Moli recalls Feng Guixi, and remembers that period of life and death, I'm afraid no one can persuade him of his persistence.

Seeing that Sanskrit still had a dignified expression, Jing Moli walked over and sat beside Sanskrit, "Master Daoist, in terms of my appearance, generally no one is worthy of me? It can catch my eyes." A smile broke out on the corner of his lips, "At least you must have the demeanor of a Taoist priest."

The speaker had no intention, but the listener had intention, he was joking in a soft-spoken manner, but it just touched the heart that had been so hard to calm down.

The author has something to say: Sanskrit has understood his mind. .ah ah ah