The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

It was completely dark, and the woods were gloomy. On the grass, Jing Moli lay there motionless, with cold dew dripping on his face, surrounded by many birds and small animals, as if they were worried about him, circling around him Jumping around.

Holding the Bihuang flute's right hand fingers lightly, Jing Moli regained some of his thoughts, only felt that his whole body seemed to be scorched by fire, every inch of skin and bones had become charred, and the pain was so painful that the bone marrow was boiled dry.He resisted the pain and opened his eyes, it was already dark, he should go back, if he didn't go back, Sanskrit would be worried.

With just a slight movement of the arm, a tearing pain swept through the whole body, spreading and clamoring to swallow up all reason. Jing Moli struggled for a long time, gritted his teeth and sat up, he couldn't fall down here!It's time for him to go back!

Holding the Bihuang flute, Jing Moli stood up suddenly with strength from nowhere, staggered a few steps and almost fell, finally helped the tree beside him to stand firm, looked in the direction of Qiwu Peak, Jing Moli Mo Li took one step forward, two steps, three steps, and fell to his knees unbearably.

No, if he stops, he won't be able to walk anymore!Striving to get up, Jing Moli grasped the sword and flew back towards Qiwu Peak with the Bihuang flute. His eyes were already hazy, and he couldn't see the direction slowly. A darkness came, and the Bihuang flute fell instantly. Falling, and Jing Moli also fell into the sky like a piece of light.

I can't go back, Fanyin, don't be sad.

After waiting for Mo Li for a long time before returning, Sanskrit came out to look for it with some anxiety. Not long after he left Cang Ling, he saw a faint white light coming from a distance. He rushed to greet him, but only saw the white light dissipate and finally fall into the sky. After catching Mo Li, seeing his vitality disappear, he was immediately in a state of confusion.

Hugging Moli tightly, he transferred all his spiritual power to Moli without hesitation, and hurried back to Qiwu Peak, "Hanchen! Come quickly!" With a shout, Sanskrit kicked Moli's door open , put Mo Li on the bed, poured out a pile of pills to feed Mo Li first, and then continuously drained his spiritual power, but Mo Li's primordial spirit had been seriously injured, and even his soul showed signs of dissipating.

Han Chen came over slowly, when he saw Mo Li at the entrance, he hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to help, the spiritual power of the two men enveloped Mo Li, and they didn't stabilize Mo Li's primordial spirit and soul until midnight.Han Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Who made such a heavy hand? This is to kill him."

Sanskrit held Mo Li's hand tightly, keeping his eyes on him. Even if he stabilized his soul, the injury was difficult to cure, Mo Li's situation was still very dangerous, "His soul was burnt, it must be from the good fire department Immortal."

Hanchen thought about it carefully, and said hesitantly, "Today, when I went out of the gate, I happened to meet Zhuyang Shangxian, and he asked me about Mo Li. It seems that he is also coming in this direction. Could it be that Mo Li met me?" Killed him." Moli offended Kunwu a few moments ago, and this Zhuyang is the celestial monarch under Xuandi's seat, and he is the weakest guard, so it is possible to kill Moli regardless of his status.

Wuming was furious, Sanskrit gritted his teeth, "Mo Li is only a half-immortal cultivation base, how dare he kill people in disregard of heaven's rules!"

Hanchen sighed, and patted Fanyin on the shoulder, "I'll settle the score with him later, the most important thing right now is to save Moli first. With our strength, we can barely protect him. The primordial spirit is injured, so Moli will wake up even if he wakes up." I’m afraid I’ll never be able to practice again.”

Fanyin also knew this fact, frowning deeply, he was a little flustered, who in the six realms has any panacea that can repair the primordial spirit?Seems like there's no other hope?Could it be that he could only watch Mo Li like this?

He stood up abruptly, "You help me take care of him."

Han Chen stopped him, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to ask Master, and beg him to give you a Nine Layers of Worry-free Flower." After thinking about it, the only thing that can repair the injury of the primordial spirit is a bunch of Nine Layers of Worry-free Flowers raised by the Master.

Han Chen thought for a while, and hesitated, "The Jiuchong Wuyou flower can only bloom for a thousand years, I am afraid that the immortal will not give it to you easily?" Even if it is a fairy, it is hard to give up.

Sanskrit had already considered this issue, he knew how much Master cherished the worry-free flower, "I can pay all the price, as long as the master bestows the worry-free flower to save Mo Li"

"I think Moli is still stable. I'll ask the head to take care of it. I'll go back to the fairyland with you." Han Chen is worried that Sanskrit will go back by himself. After all, he is still guilty of crimes. , with him accompanying also has a care.

Without further hesitation, Han Chen summoned Daoist Han Kong to invite Fu Ziyuan to take care of Mo Li. Sanskrit changed Mo Li into clean clothes and sat by the bed watching him. Hearing Han Chen and Han Kong He took another deep look at Mo Li, and got up resolutely to go out.

He solemnly bowed down to Daoist Hankong and gave a deep salute, "Please take care of Moli, headmaster."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Hankong had already listened to Hanchen's explanation, and it was his duty to do so.

"Let's go." Han Chen gestured to the Sanskrit voice, and then the two of them turned into clear lights and went straight to the fairyland.

Fu Ziyuan was awakened from his sleep, and rushed over in a hurry. Seeing Jing Moli's lifeless appearance, he was worried, "I saw him go out in the morning, and he was happy, so he came back like this."

Han Kong is also very regretful, the sky is always jealous of talents, Qi Wufeng waited for more than 500 years to return to his master, and now he is about to lose it again, the last person in this life is only 19 years old, is he going to die in this catastrophe? ?

The night passed in a hurry, and the day came, Sanskrit and Han Chen did not come back, Mo Li's soul suddenly became restless, Han Kong spent a few times of spiritual power to stabilize Mo Li's soul, he couldn't hold it anymore, so he went to call a few more times Elder Feng came to help, and one day passed like this, and three days passed in a blink of an eye, all the elders in Cang Ling had exhausted their spiritual power, so they could only go back to rest.

As night fell, Han Kong spent his last spiritual power and wiped the sweat from his forehead tiredly. Fu Ziyuan stepped forward worriedly, "Master, you should rest for a while." He helped Han Kong to rest, at this time he I really blame myself for not working hard in cultivation, and now I can't help at all.

There seemed to be a dark wind blowing, and the room was cold, and Mo Li, who was lying on the bed, had a ghostly spirit, and suddenly got out, three souls and seven souls floated three feet in the air, with a frosty expression, and looked around strangely and suspiciously.

When Han Kong saw it, he quickly got up and wanted to use his spiritual power again, but suddenly he spit out a mouthful of blood and passed out.Fu Ziyuan looked at Mo Li's soul leaving his body, his heart was full of grief, "Mo Li! You don't want to die!"

Moli's soul turned to look at him, then at Hankong, then turned to look at his own body on the bed, "Am I dead?"

"Go back to your body quickly! My master and Taoist Sanskrit will be back soon! Mo Li, you go back quickly." Fu Ziyuan almost begged Mo Li.

Mo Lihun looked at him puzzled, "Who is your master? Daoist Sanskrit?" He thought for a while, "Oh, it's the fairy king from the fairy world."

Fu Ziyuan heard something wrong, "Mo Li? You don't know my master? Don't you know me?"

Mo Li shook his head, "Who are you?"

"I'm Fu Ziyuan, Fu Ziyuan of Xiaoyue Peak." Can this soul lose its memory after leaving its body?

"Xiaoyue Peak? Is this Cangling?"

Fu Ziyuan was very surprised, "Of course, this is Cang Ling Qi Wu Peak."

"Oh, I remembered, I entered reincarnation." Mo Li's soul looked at himself on the bed, "Dead again." Turning his head, Mo Li's soul drifted out of the door without nostalgia, Fu Ziyuan hurried to Qian stretched out his hand to stop him, "Mo Li! You can't go! You go back quickly, you have to live well."

"There is no difference between being alive and being dead."

"The difference is huge! Moli, don't scare me, even if you don't want to live, you should wait for the Sanskrit priest to come back."

"Why wait for him?"

"Mo Li, you and Taoist Sanskrit are not the same," Fu Ziyuan thought about his choice of words, "Taoist, you are Taoist, you have to tell him if you want to leave!"

"Taoist companion?!" Mo Li Hun's eyes widened, "It's ridiculous! How can I be a Taoist companion with him, my only Taoist companion is Feng Guixi!"

Where is there another Feng Guixi here?Fu Ziyuan couldn't understand, "Moli, you live together here on Qiwu Peak, look, this word is written by the Taoist priest!"

Mo Li followed his gestures and looked at a picture on the wall. On the words was written a line of poem "Cool wind blows the end of the day, thousands of years are tired of parting". Wrinkled tightly, he flung his sleeves and flew out of the door. Fu Ziyuan jumped to the ground and fell to the ground, "Mo Li! Can't go!"

As soon as Mo Li's soul stepped out of the room, a clear light fell from the courtyard, and Han Chen came back. Fu Ziyuan got up and looked over, very happy, "Master! Stop Mo Li's soul quickly!"

Han Chen had also seen Mo Li's soul, and stroked his heart, "It's okay, it's okay, we've caught up! Mo Li, go back quickly."

Mo Li's soul frowned and looked at this strange fairy, "Who are you?"

Hanchen froze for a moment when he asked, "Huh?"

Fu Ziyuan shouted quickly, "Master, Mo Li is a little strange to him, he doesn't remember us."

"Oh," Han Chen spread his hands indifferently, "I'm Han Chen, be good, go back to your body, don't let me grab you back."

Mo Li Hunhu snorted softly, and turned the Bihuang flute with his right hand, "Then let's see if you have the ability."

Hanchen was speechless, he came back to save him so hard, he didn't recognize anyone, but he still wanted to fight with him, "Apprentice, are you sure this is Jing Moli?"

Fu Ziyuan nodded, "Sure!"

After thinking about it, Han Chen hissed and took a breath of air, and asked Mo Lihun very politely, "Excuse me, are you?"

"If you don't want to change your name, don't change your surname, Jing Moli, the ghost king of the underworld." Mo Li's soul cast a cold glance at Han Chen.

Han Chen slapped his head, sure enough, Mo Li was seriously injured and fell asleep, but the sealed soul woke up, and suddenly he grinned behind Mo Li, "Oh, Elder Yishu, you are here! "

Yishu?When Mo Li's soul heard this name, he turned his head in a daze. Han Chen waved his sleeves and immediately put Mo Li's soul into a pearl, "Tsk tsk, what a ghost king, Mo Li, I should let it fall into my hands."

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