The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

The trees are gradually thinning out, and slowly you can see a huge tree, which is very verdant, and there are faintly red stars twinkling. When you get closer, you can see clearly that there are a group of cold birds perched on the tree trunk. Crows and jackdaws are all black, with scarlet eyes, and they feel even more terrifying, while under the tree, there are many white bones everywhere.

Jing Moli stopped, "It's been 100 years, you should give me an answer."

Song Ping looked around inexplicably, except for those jackdaws, there were no other ghosts or people here?Pointing to himself uncertainly, "Are you talking to me?"

There was an old coughing sound, and the branches of the old tree in front of him seemed to tremble. The jackdaw fluttered its wings and stood firm, "Has it been 100 years?" It was the voice of this old tree, this is a tree demon.

"A hundred years have passed, have you forgotten the time again?" Jing Moli's voice was a little helpless.

The dryad sighed, "Time is meaningless to me, remembering and forgetting are the same."

Jing Moli shook his head, "It's different to me."

"Oh, no, I've been guarding here for so long, and I've inquired about it for so long, but I've never seen Feng Guixi." The old tree sighed, "Mo Li, you've already transcended the mundane world, why can't you bear this situation? Heaven's evil sea?"

Is there still no news of Feng Guixi?Jing Moli looked up at the sky, "I don't want to."

"It's been 500 years. If he's still here, he doesn't know how many times he's been reincarnated. He won't remember you when he's in reincarnation. If he's gone, he won't be able to find you even if he travels all over the six realms." The old tree sighed again. .

"No, I'm still alive, so why isn't he here? Even if you reincarnate for ten lifetimes, you will always remember what you should remember."

The old tree was silent, and it took a while to speak again, "It's going to rain, a bloody storm."

Jing Moli raised his hand and bowed, "If there is any news about Feng returning to Xi, please let me know."

A flash of lightning pierced the sky and illuminated the Silent Forest, and then there was a thunderstorm, and the downpour came instantly. Song Ping quickly took out an umbrella to cover it, and also covered Jing Moli by the way, "It's raining, the city I'm afraid the situation here is not good."

"Let's go back to the city." After walking this way, Jing Moli had regained some strength.

This rain didn't stop at all, it poured down like the Milky Way bursting its embankment, impacting on Jihe City. After a while, the city was full of water, the ditches were overflowing, the underground river was secretly gushing, and every house closed its doors without seeing any lights. , Even the ghosts no longer roam the streets, and when night comes to dawn, the city is still as lonely as an empty city.

In the city lord's mansion, Zhou Ziqian had a rest overnight and regained some energy. He stood on the porch, paying attention to the direction of the gate, and waited anxiously. Jing Moli and Song Ping went out all night. I don't know how they are doing?And now that it's raining, there will be water ghosts in the city again.Watching the gurgling rain curtain, after a while, the two figures finally landed on the corridor, and Song Ping came back with Jing Moli holding an umbrella.

The rain was so heavy that Song Ping's black robe was a bit wet, but Jing Moli was clean, put away his umbrella, and Song Ping took off his cape, "It's all wet, I'll return it to you after I wash it."

"No need." Jing Moli took the cloak and tossed it up casually. The cloak turned into powder starlight, which flew up and formed an enchantment on the City Lord's Mansion, "The City Lord's Mansion already has an enchantment, which has been abandoned for a long time. I Now patch it up, other ghosts can't come in."

"It can protect one place but not the entire Jihe City. How many people and ghosts will die in this heavy rain?" Zhou Ziqian shook his head lightly.He was born here and grew up here, his parents were also killed by water ghosts, and now he is alone and has nothing to worry about.

"Where's the guard team in the city?" Jing Moli asked, this guard team was set up by him once. There are people with ghosts, and they specialize in dealing with water ghosts and protecting the people in the city.

Zhou Ziqian shook his head, "The guards suddenly disbanded eight years ago. After Hong Yan came, some former guards came out to get rid of her, but they were all killed by her."

Jing Moli thought for a while, "Then look for it again." Putting the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, he drew a talisman in the void, and the talisman floated up in the air, becoming bigger and bigger, and then it floated very eye-catchingly in the city lord's mansion with a flashing white light In the middle of the sky, this is the order of the Lord of Jihe City. All members of the guard team will gather when they see the order.Drawing this talisman again after a hundred years, I don't know how many people and ghosts still remember it.

The city lord's mansion flickered with aura, those who recognized this talisman were surprised, but those who didn't recognize it just thought it was Hong Rou who was doing something and ignored it.A whole morning had passed, and in the small hall, Zhou Ziqian served tea to Jing Moli, and stood aside humbly with his hands down, really putting himself in the position of a servant.

Jing Moli didn't hold a cup of tea, but Song Ping finished the tea in the cup, "Your city lord's order really doesn't work, and I haven't even seen a ghost until now. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, Look at the black clouds outside the city that are about to fall, it seems that the water ghost is coming soon."

"This year's rain is indeed too heavy." Zhou Ziqian has never seen such a heavy rain in Jihe City after living for 20 years. It fell so majesticly that it seemed to dump the Milky Way.

"If there is no guard, what will we do?" Song Ping was a little worried.

"It's just that there is no guard, so we have come here in the past few years." Jing Moli said lightly, "Jihe City, the human world doesn't care, the underworld doesn't care, and isolation here is a place where sacrifices can be made at any time. "

Song Ping really has no way to refute this. No one can control Jihe City. The human world can't control it, and the underworld can't control it. If people and ghosts are allowed to mix, they can only let nature take its course, "So, Ji River City He City needs a good city lord. City lord, you did a good job back then, why did you leave this place behind?"

"I have my own business." He became the lord of Jihe City back then, but he was forced by the situation. He didn't want to get involved in these chaos, but he couldn't bear to face the city full of creatures.

"For that Feng Guixi?" Song Ping moved closer to Jing Moli, a little curious, "Who is this Feng Guixi? You seem to have been looking for him for a long time."

"This has nothing to do with you."

"Stingy, tell me, maybe I can help you find it. After all, I am the judge of the underworld. It is more convenient for me to find the ghost you want to find."

"He is me," Jing Moli paused, "my love."

Song Ping nodded, and this Jing Moli really did not want to be reincarnated because of love, "Then when did he pass away?"

"Eight years ago."

Song Ping was a little surprised, "500 years ago? You have been looking for him for 500 years?" This love is really long, and if you don't give up after looking for it for so long, I'm afraid you really can't find it.

"It's only 500 years, even if it's 1000 years or 1 years, I will continue to wait." Jing Moli suppressed the sadness in his eyes slightly, and asked instead, "Have you found Hong Rou's hiding place?"

The topic changed a bit quickly, Song Ping was stunned for a moment before he realized it, and coughed lightly, "Not yet." I don't know where Hong Yan fled to, Song Ping searched Jihe City but couldn't find any clues .

"Then please, Lord Judge, go and walk around the city again."

Song Ping curled his lips, "I just came back, I haven't sat down for a moment yet."

"One moment is enough."

Song Ping felt aggrieved, this ghost king is really ruthless, but it is difficult to expect a ghost king to be humane, "I still want to ask you, how did you find Hong Yan yesterday?"

"You are the judge."

"It's not long since I became a judge." Song Ping counted with his fingers, "five months." There are seven emperors in the underworld, and each emperor has at least ten judges. Those who filled the vacancy before, this experience is really insufficient.

Jing Moli shook his head slightly, he was really a young man, "Everything in the world has its own aura, and ghosts are the same, no matter how well hidden, there will always be traces to follow." , with a light flick, a white aura turned into a bird, flapping its wings and dancing, "Follow it to find it, and feel the different breaths in this world."

Song Ping seemed to understand, the ghost king looked cold, but he was kind-hearted, he stood up, "Thank you." The bird flew out, Song Ping quickly followed, and soon left the city owner. government.

Zhou Ziqian made another pot of hot tea and came over, replacing Jing Moli, "There is Huaiyin wood in this tea, young master, let's drink some." Huaiyin wood is full of Yin energy, which is very good for ghosts. Nourishes yin and promotes self-cultivation.

Jing Moli raised his eyes to look at him, and quickly looked away when he saw those eyes, "I don't need a servant, you don't have to." He stood up, "If you have nowhere to go, just stay here."

"If a gentleman promises, he should fulfill it. Life is short, but ask for a clear conscience." Zhou Ziqian insisted on his promise, saying that if he was a servant, he would naturally do his duty.

Jing Moli stopped looking at him and walked straight towards the door.

The rain in the city is getting heavier and heavier. Although it is noon, the city is gloomy, like a night, the streets are empty, and there are dots of dark green floating in the puddles, slowly turning into human shapes under the impact of the rain. , but the size of a palm, with a transparent torso entwined with water plants, a pair of green eyes on a bald head, and a deep and profound weeping that seemed to float from the depths of hell.

The water ghosts climbed up from the ditch, and slowly and numbly stepped on the water to search for places with more yang energy. The rain fell on them, and gradually they grew bigger and bigger. , until they grew to the size of an adult, their transparent bodies gradually turned pale, and their movements became more and more agile.

They stood where the roof was washed by the rain gutter, and slapped the stranger's door with outstretched hands. One sound, like the sound of water splashing on wood, and this sound is most feared by every stranger in the city, which means They were chosen by the water ghost, the sound of Didi Da Da sounded like beating on the heart, and the terrifying breath was enough to suffocate.

There are more and more water ghosts, and the entire Jihe City is no longer silent. In addition to the sound of rain and ghosts, there are also these life-threatening beatings. The gloomy atmosphere enveloped the entire city, until a scream sounded, and then stopped abruptly. Someone couldn't stand it, opened the door, and was killed by the water ghost.

The sound of a flute is like the sound of a crane, breaking the suffocating situation in an instant. The sound is a pleasant sound, as cool as a cold spring, and as leisurely as the wind blowing bamboo leaves.Hearing the flute sound, the water ghosts gathered in the direction of the flute sound as if they were bewildered, passed through the main street, and arrived in front of the city lord's mansion.

On a carved dragon stone pillar in front of the City Lord's Mansion, Jing Moli stood in the rain and blew the flute. His white robe was still fluttering with the wind and rain, and he quietly avoided the rain before it fell on him.Before the sound of the flute was finished, seven or eight hundred water ghosts had already gathered in the square in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

Jing Moli frowned lightly. In the past, there were only two or three hundred water ghosts at most. He didn't expect there to be so many water ghosts this time. With his own strength, it was really difficult to get rid of them all. The water ghosts in the city are probably not just these seven or eight hundred.

Forget it, if this catastrophe is inevitable, that's fine.