The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

On this New Year's Eve, Jing Moli finally went to lie down and rest when he finally made it through the night. After sleeping without dreams until dawn, he was full of energy. He changed into new clothes suitable for the occasion. Jing Mo left the door and came out of Fanyin's room It was still closed tightly, and looked at the time. At this time, he should have gotten up and read the scriptures. Could it be that he left?

Jing Moli hurriedly opened the door and entered. There was a figure behind the screen in the inner room. He stopped and was about to speak when he heard an uncontrollable murmur from the Sanskrit voice inside, like the unbearable pain after being injured. Yin, Jing Moli immediately approached, Fanyin was putting on his outer clothes, but his movements were not clear enough, Jing Moli had already noticed that Fanyin's fingers were stained with blood, and there was a medicine bottle on the bed.

Jing Moli's expression sank, "Are you injured?"

"It's okay." Fanyin was about to explain something, but Jing Moli had already stepped forward, "Take off your clothes."

"It's really okay."

"Then I'll come by myself." Jing Moli frowned, and stretched out his hand to take off Fanyin's outer clothes. Fanyin wanted to avoid it, but his body moved and the wound was involved, making his movements stiff. It could only be Ren Jingmoli. He took off his coat.

After unbuttoning the gown, you could see bloodstains on his back. Jing Moli carefully took off Fanyin's inner shirt, only to see that his back was covered with scars, the bloodstains were ferocious, and the wounds had not fully healed. These were all new injuries.

Jing Moli's hands trembled a little, he wanted to touch the wound but was afraid of hurting the mantra, so he quickly retracted his hand, picked up the wound medicine and applied it carefully.Nine scars were counted in detail, all of which were caused by thunder, and there was no thunder without crossing the catastrophe, which was punished by the fairy world.

The power overflowed from the palm covered the scar, "Why?"

The wound was cool, and the pain reduced a lot, "Don't waste your spiritual power, I deserve it." Although he was injured, he could use spiritual power to heal the wound first, but he was willing to be punished and let himself bear the pain.

Jing Moli didn't stop, and used spiritual power to heal Sanskrit without hesitation, "Why?"

"I made a mistake, so naturally I should be punished." Sanskrit did not say what mistake he made.

Jing Moli sighed, what is wrong with being punished like this?The nine thunderbolts not only hurt the body but also damage the cultivation base, even a fairy can't bear it.Sanskrit refused to speak, so he couldn't force him to speak. The newly opened wound stopped bleeding and slowly formed a scar. Jing Moli finally stopped and took a new shirt for Sanskrit to wear. , "Don't move around, take a good rest."

"It's time for morning class." Sanskrit still stood up.

Jing Moli lightly pressed his shoulder, probably because the lights were dim last night, so he couldn't see clearly his paler face than usual, and there was a little haggard between his brows, "Then read a book and meditate, can't use force."

"I know." Sanskrit nodded, he knew Mo Li's worry, and also knew Mo Li's thoughtfulness.

He personally brought the warm water for washing to Fanyin's room, and washed the blood-stained clothes by the way. Jing Moli took care of Fanyin carefully. After washing the clothes, he cooked a bowl of porridge and brought it. He stared at Sanskrit and finished the porridge, and Jing Moli immediately packed up the bowls to wash.

He kept busy busying around in silence, which made Fanyin feel uneasy. Fanyin held down his hand to put away the bowl and spoon, "My injury is fine, you don't have to worry."

Jing Moli smiled slightly, "Don't worry, at least I'm back." He took the bowl and spoon and went out, and closed the door carefully to prevent the cold wind from blowing in.

There is no need to worry, Fanyin sighed softly, Jing Moli, who became serious, really made people feel a little guilty, obviously he watched him grow up, but he was worried because he cared, even if it was just a friend who cared. Good.

Carrying a bamboo basket, Jing Moli went out in the name of buying rice and vegetables, Ling Feng landed on Xiaoyue Peak, Hanchen's four disciples were all in the yard, holding swords to compete in martial arts, Fu Ziyuan was the youngest and was beaten Bullied the worst.

Rubbing his wounded shoulder, Fu Ziyuan was about to bring some tea when he saw Jing Moli's figure and hurried forward, "Seventh Elder."

"Is your master here?" Jing Moli asked this question first.

"Master is still sleeping." Fu Ziyuan and the others are very used to this lazy master.

"Oh, pack some fruits and vegetables." Jing Moli handed him the bamboo basket, "I'll go find him."

"Okay," Fu Ziyuan picked it up immediately, suddenly remembered something, turned around and said to the three senior brothers, "Senior brother, Mo Li has inherited the position of the elder of Qiwu Peak, I haven't told you yet."

These three senior brothers have also met Jing Moli. They used to be of the same generation and didn't talk about politeness. Now they are naturally different, and they all came over to salute, "I met the seventh elder."

"You don't need to be too polite." Jing Moli walked towards Han Chen's room, and pushed open the door politely. On the couch, Han Chen was lying on his back, and he stepped forward and pulled the quilt on Han Chen's body, " You should have good wound medicine here, give me some."

Han Chen opened his eyes dimly, wrapped the quilt tightly in aggrieved way, and murmured, "Why do you want wound medicine?"

"it works."

Hanchen was confused for a moment as if he had thought of something, hugged the quilt and sat up, then took out several bottles of medicine, "Take it."

Jing Moli accepted them bluntly, "Okay, you can continue to sleep."

Seeing that Jing Moli turned around and was about to leave, Han Chen hurriedly called to him, "Do you know the reason?"

Jing Moli was silent.

Hanchen continued, "Why did Sanskrit suddenly revise the supernatant?"

It turned out that I was punished because of this, and I was talking nonsense that day, "Sentient people practice supernatants, and ruthless people practice Bodhi. Isn't this the rule of your fairy world?"

"So Sanskrit is emotional." Han Chen sighed softly, "That day he said that he wanted to cultivate the Supreme Purity Way, but he shocked the entire fairy world. No immortal would change from the Bodhi Way to the Supreme Purity Way." There has always been only the Supreme Purity Way There are many immortals who have overcome everything and entered the path of Bodhi, but no Bodhi disciple has ever been moved by ignorance and pure heart to cultivate the path of supremacy.

"Practice yourself, why punish him?"

"Fanyin is a disciple highly valued by Immortal Jinghua, and many immortals even think that he will be the successor of one of the next Sifang emperors. His move is undoubtedly a betrayal of the master." Yes, but Sanskrit is the disciple of Immortal Venerable, so it's not just about personal problems.

Jing Moli was silent for a while. Changing the Sanskrit to the supernatant was indeed like abandoning his master, and he couldn't blame the Jinghua Immortal for punishing him, "So what are the consequences?" I'm afraid it's not just the nine thunderbolts.

"For a hundred years, he will be punished by nine thunderbolts every ten years. If he is not called back, he will not be able to return to the fairy world. The immortal gave him a chance. As long as he can wake up and continue to practice Bodhi in these hundred years, he will forget the past. I can't tolerate him." Han Chen sighed and said the consequences, after being punished, Sanskrit may never return to the fairy world.

Jing Moli frowned, even if he was sent to the Immortal Realm, he would be punished every ten years, this Immortal Venerable was too cruel, "Okay, I get it." It seems that this Immortal Realm doesn't matter.

"You." Hanchen hesitated to speak, he wanted to ask why Sanskrit was so emotional, but after thinking about it, the person Sanskrit got along with the most over the years was Moli, the answer to this question, even if he asked I'm afraid that Mo Li can't answer it.

Carrying fruits and vegetables back to Qiwu Peak, Jing Moli made a pot of tea and took it to Fanyin's room. Fanyin was reading a scripture. He poured two cups of tea and handed Fanyin a cup. Regarding the matter of Yunhui, let's go for a walk, there are still many places in the human world that we haven't been to."

Fanyin nodded in response, "Okay, you can go wherever you want."

Jing Moli smiled, "There are so many places I want to go. We will go to every place. Touring mountains and rivers can also help the world and save people."

"Hmm." He was ready to accept some punishment when he proposed to revise the Shangqing Dao, and he willingly endured the final result. He had no regrets but felt ashamed, ashamed of the kindness of the teacher's professor.

Jing Moli's eyes drooped slightly, Sanskrit's heart was moved, and he seemed to guess who the heart was moving for, it was him, Jing Moli.It is clear that the two hearts should be happy, but he is worried in his heart. Sanskrit sacrificed everything to come to him, and his past is like an unpredictable danger that will erupt at any time. Those hidden in the years There will always be a day when his secret past will surface. At that time, will he be able to face Sanskrit as he is now?

Once the obsession of more than 500 years is awakened, how can it be good, even if he himself can't control it, how can he miss Sanskrit's future and bring him more pain.

Feng Guixi was his catastrophe, and Jing Moli was Sanskrit's catastrophe. He was so virtuous and able to make this Bodhi disciple lose his pure heart and give up his immeasurable journey to immortality.

"Recently, the plum blossoms are blooming better and better, and the newly transplanted green calyx plum blossoms are also blooming. I'll go and pick a branch and bring it back to you."

"Mo Li," the Sanskrit voice stopped him, "Have you met Han Chen?"

Jing Moli nodded, "Yes."

"All of this is what I should accept, and I don't regret it." Sanskrit looked directly at Jing Moli, not being in such a situation in the future, he would not regret his current decision, whether it was being demoted to the fairyland or falling in love with Jing Mo Leaving, he has no regrets.

"I see."

"Moli, as long as you ask me, I will answer you, no matter what it is, I will not hide it from you." Fanyin didn't want Jing Moli to care too much about his feelings, but to alienate him, and to understand the truth through others, It's better to say it yourself.

"Okay, I got it. I will ask you directly if there is anything in the future." Jing Moli pursed his lips and smiled, "Stop reading, take a good rest, and I will make red bean cake for you at noon."

After leaving the room, Jing Moli stood on the porch for a while, then went to the plum blossom grove and picked a green calyx plum, and suddenly saw two people walking in the plum grove, a man and a woman of similar age, walking side by side They speak softly, and they look at each other affectionately from time to time. They should be a couple.

Jing Moli glanced away and didn't intend to disturb other people's love, turned around and stopped suddenly, that man was a disciple of Cang Ling, but that woman?Jing Moli turned his head and looked again, and sure enough, he was right, that woman was a demon.