The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

As the night deepened, the stars became more shining. On the path in the peach blossom forest, Jing Moli and Fanyin walked hand in hand, probably because they understood each other's feelings, but the two seemed a bit cramped and restrained, holding each other's hands without letting go. Mo Li's thumb lightly slid across the back of Fanyin's hand, "Fanyin."

"Hmm." Sanskrit voice responded.

Jing Moli didn't say anything, just called again, "Sanskrit."

"En." Fanyin answered again tirelessly.

Jing Moli pursed his lips and smiled, "I won't call you Taoist priest anymore, I will call you Sanskrit."

Sanskrit had a smile on his lips, "Yes." As long as Mo Li calls him, it doesn't matter whether he is calling him Daoist or Sanskrit.

The two looked at each other with a smile and shyly shifted their eyes from each other, holding hands more tightly, "We have walked this road seven or eight times, let's go back, let's visit the peach blossom forest during the day tomorrow. "

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Fanyin obeyed Ren Jingmoli and walked down the mountain.

The banquet was over, it was probably late at night, and there was no one else walking around in the other courtyard. Jing Moli and Fanyin returned to the guest courtyard side by side. As soon as they entered the courtyard gate, they saw Zhou You sitting in the courtyard. Beside the flowers, Jing Moli didn't let go of Sanskrit's hand, and asked him with a smile, "Why haven't you rested yet?"

Zhou You looked at the hands of the two. The wide sleeves covered their palms. It seemed that there was no need to ask more about this obvious unusualness. His heart was a little complicated. He frowned and stood up, "I am going to rest, You guys should rest early too." He lowered his head and walked back to his room, turned around and closed the door, and saw Jing Moli walking up the corridor with Sanskrit, he hurriedly lowered his eyes and closed the door.

After sending Sanskrit to the door of the room, Jing Moli pushed the door open, flicked his fingers and lit up the lights in the room, "Go and rest."

Sanskrit walked in, but Jing Moli hadn't let go of his hand, he looked back at him, Jing Moli let go of his left hand with a smile, then took his right hand again, "It's getting cold, we need Shall I help you warm the bed?"

It was a very common thing at first, but now there is some inexplicable heartbeat, Sanskrit coughed lightly, "I don't bother you, go back to your room."

Jing Moli chuckled, "Okay, then have a good rest." Jing Moli looked down at Fanyin's hand, held it again the moment he let go, took his hand and bowed his head for a kiss, "I remember dreaming of me. "Then he hurriedly let go and ran back to his room.

Sanskrit wanted to speak before it was too late, but seeing Jing Moli's flustered appearance, he smiled instead. Seeing his usual flirtatious appearance, always wanting to get drunk on the lap of a beautiful woman, those who didn't know thought he was a veteran in love, who could see him It is also rare to lose the usual calmness.

The lights in Jing Moli and Fanyin's room went out quickly, but both of them got what they wanted. Lying on the bed tossing and turning, they were so happy that they couldn't fall asleep. They couldn't sleep because of happiness. In the other room, Zhou You was too upset to sleep no.

He also knew that some men had a habit of sharing peaches with short sleeves, and that the powerful would raise pets, but he didn't expect that a man as bright as the moon would like men, let alone that the dignified The immortal is actually the same, the two of them are now close and can't avoid suspicion, so frank that he doesn't know how to face it.

The eldest son will become a fairy, and he will be in the fairy world with Taoist Sanskrit in the future, and they will be able to accompany each other forever. If the two hearts are the same, there is no need to care about it. He can be a pair of gods and immortals for a long time. He should bless them.

As soon as the morning light came through the window, Jing Moli, who had only been asleep for an hour, woke up energetically. He took out several sets of clothes and carefully chose a light yellow long gown and a silvery white gold silk gown that were newly made during the New Year. Wearing pearls and long tassels on her waist, a piece of silver belt and half a bun, she tidied up and went out the door.

There is also a kitchen in the guest house. Jing Moli asked Kunwu's disciples to bring some fresh ingredients, and made a breakfast by himself. When he saw the door of Fanyin's room opened, he brought breakfast over, "I The craftsmanship is so-so, you shouldn’t get tired of it, right?”

"How come, it's very rare to let Moli wash his hands and make soup." Fanyin looked at Jing Moli, his eyes were no longer as cold as before, and looked like spring sunshine.

"Of course, you are the only one who has eaten my cooking." Jing Moli scooped up a bowl of clear porridge and put it in front of Fanyin, "Stir-fried shredded bamboo shoots, thorn dragon buds, and dried meat with rouge , White jade hibiscus cake, please taste it."

"Thank you." Fanyin took the white jade chopsticks and put some shredded bamboo shoots for Jing Moli and put them in his bowl, "It's hard work for Moli."

The two happily finished their breakfast, rinsed their mouths with tea, and read the scriptures together. The two of them read the scriptures differently. Jing Moli leaned on the soft couch and flipped through the books. After reading for a while, his eyes still fell on sitting upright. Jing Moli sighed softly as he saw him smiling slightly and unintentionally glancing at the scriptures in his hand.

In fact, the difference between Bodhi and Shangqing should lie in self-denial. Bodhi transforms selfishness into great love and helps all living beings, while Shangqing considers both public and private interests and advocates being alone. He said he wanted to revise the supernatant, but he still read the Bodhi Heart Sutra.

He practiced the path of Bodhi only because he was emotionally moved by himself, or he was the love robbery of Sanskrit. Have the heart?

Zhou You and Wang Yang had also finished the breakfast brought by Kunwu's disciples, and then dutifully took Princess Jiayi who was dressed as a man around. The key point of course was to find opportunities to see the third prince more often.

Not long after, Fu Ziyuan and the others came over and stood neatly in the courtyard, "Seventh Elder."

Jing Moli wandered out from the Sanskrit room, "Aren't you going to do your homework today?"

Fu Ziyuan took the lead and said, "Elder Seven, we have finished our morning classes, and this is the first time we have come to Kunwu, can you take a look around?"

"Oh, want to play?" Jing Moli glanced at everyone, "Okay, don't cause trouble, this is not Cangling, and the etiquette of being a guest must be observed."

"Thank you, Seventh Elder." Everyone thanked one after another, and then they took their leave and left, jumping around.

Fu Ziyuan and that Feiyufeng Zhao Yan stayed to the end, Fu Ziyuan stepped forward and said, "Seventh Elder, don't you want to go around with us?"

Jing Moli looked up at the sky, the weather was clear and the spring was just right, "That's fine," he returned to the room, and walked out with Sanskrit not long after, "Let's go."

In front of the disciples, Jing Moli still cared about his image, and did not hold hands with Fanyin. The two walked side by side. As soon as they left the courtyard, they saw a female disciple from Kunwu coming in front of them. It was Shouli who didn't look too much, but the female disciple greeted him.

"It turns out that the young master is a disciple of Cang Ling." A female disciple looked at Jing Moli in surprise.

Jing Moli was a little puzzled, but immediately thought that this woman should be one of the three women he met on Taibai Mountain, and he smiled politely.

"Thank you for your kindness, my lord. I'm Yanrong. I don't know what to call my lord?" This Yanrong girl is very sweet, and the pair of dimples are very lovely.

"At the end of the Cangling Scenery."

Yan Rong was a little surprised, "It turned out to be the Seventh Elder of Cangling, this junior is being rude." It was really unexpected to her that the young master turned out to be the newly promoted Seventh Elder of Cangling.

"Miss, you are welcome." Jing Moli smiled politely, "I heard that the scenery on Buxu Mountain is very beautiful, we are going to see it, so we will go ahead." Without staying longer, he passed these female disciples and went forward.

After walking a little further, Fu Ziyuan couldn't help laughing, "The seventh elder once told me who he is, but he stopped the girl."

Jing Moli glanced at him, "Although a beauty is good, there is no blessing to enjoy it. Ziyuan wants to try this gentle and heroic tomb?"

Fu Ziyuan quickly waved his hands, "Absolutely not."

"If you want to, I don't mind telling you that Master has some advice and let him tell you about your marriage."

"I don't want to! Seventh Elder, I was wrong." Fu Ziyuan quickly admitted his mistake.

"Good boy." Jing Moli turned to look at Zhao Yan, "Young man, it's okay to be more affectionate, but you still have to be careful, because people who are destined to go different ways will not be able to get together."

Zhao Yan didn't have any extra reactions, and followed honestly. Fu Ziyuan nodded again and again, "What the seventh elder said is true."

"Okay, don't follow, go and play by yourself." As soon as he got up the mountain, Jing Moli chased away people, and these extra people followed, how hindered his romance.

Fu Ziyuan and Zhao Yan changed to walk on the small mountain path, and Jing Moli immediately grabbed Fanyin's sleeve, complaining a little aggrieved, "They can be regarded as leaving."

Sanskrit smiled, and continued to walk forward, "Why did you say that just now?" He knew that Jing Moli was not a talkative person, and there must be a reason why he suddenly said something about propriety or other ways.

"That Zhao Yan has a lover, and that lover is a demon." Jing Moli said directly, "I just happened to see them dating on Qiwu Peak. Human beings have different paths, so naturally we have to know how to measure. "

"This kind of fate can only be determined by the individual." There are many things that people and monsters fall in love with, and it's not very unusual.

Jing Moli suddenly thought of something, and grabbed Fanyin's wrist by his sleeve, "Speaking of which, I am a human now, and you are an immortal. Isn't there a different way between immortals and mortals?"

Sanskrit shook his head, "It doesn't count, you will become a fairy." Their path is the same path of cultivation, not to mention that Mo Li has already cultivated into a fairy body now, and he can ascend to the fairy world just waiting for the right time.

"What if I don't want to become a fairy?" Jing Moli asked with a smile.

The seemingly joking but sincere words made Fanyin serious, and he thought about it seriously, "Let's become a fairy." This is the eternal way of detachment, and it was also the one thing that Jing Moli once gave up all gambling.

"Okay, then become a fairy." Jing Moli nodded lightly, and slid his hand from his wrist to hold Fanyin's hand, "Whatever Fanyin says, I, Jing Moli, will do."

Such a deceptive meaning made Sanskrit lower his eyes slightly, and struggled with his hands, "There are many people during the day."

Jing Moli didn't let him break free, "It's only good during the day, but there are too many people in the way."

"You are the Seventh Elder of Cang Ling." Sanskrit reminded him to pay attention to the influence, after all, it is someone else's territory, so you still need to behave properly.

"You are my Taoist companion. Although we have not yet let the world witness, we are aboveboard and have a clear conscience. If someone wants to talk too much, then I will make them speechless." Jing Moli looked at the Sanskrit voice, speaking from the bottom of his heart It's very sincere.

The word "Taoist Companion" made Sanskrit feel a little satisfied. Moli doesn't mind letting other people know his heart, so what should I care about? Jing Moli's Taoist companion is Sanskrit, and Sanskrit's Taoist companion is Jing Moli. These two sentences sound very good, just like the bright moon is always accompanied by the stars.