The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

"I don't know which fairy in the fairy world my lord is, thank you for your help, give him to me." Seeing the man with a fairy-like character and holding Jing Moli safely down, Song Ping rushed forward and stretched out his hand to go Take Jing Moli.

The man didn't let go, and looked down at Jing Moli in his arms. He was originally a demon, but he actually had three souls and seven souls, and he could also cultivate into a ghost king. A strand of hair in front of him was entangled in Jing Moli's hands, and he couldn't untie it for a while.

Song Ping also noticed that strand of hair, "Uh, then please send the city lord to the mansion to rest."

After a lot of tossing, Jing Moli finally took off his wet clothes and put them on the bed. It took a while to free Jing Moli's hair from Jing Moli's hands. Passing through here, I came here to check because I saw the vision here.”

Although this fairy world is one place, there are two different realms, one is Shangqing and the other is Bodhi. Natural nature can tolerate the seven emotions and six desires, grievances and resentments in the world of mortals, and Bodhi eliminates the seven emotions and eliminates six desires, cultivates body and mind and cultivates nature.

Bodhi disciples are always clean and undefiled.

"It turns out that it is Immortal Sanskrit, Song Ping, the martial judge under the seat of the Northern Emperor in Xiadifu." Song Ping returned a very polite salute.

"Judge Song is polite." Sanskrit gave a little greeting.

Suddenly a white light flashed, and the two of them looked, and saw that Jing Moli on the bed had faded away from his demon body and ghost image, and his figure was disappearing and reappearing, as if he was about to be dissipated. After more than half of the time passed, Jing Moli's soul was finally stabilized.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Song Ping wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, "The ghost body and ghost statue are truly worthy of being the king of ghosts."

"It's really rare. Although the ghost power can stabilize his soul, but his spiritual power is more depleted." Sanskrit walked forward to the bed, pointed the sword in his right hand between Jing Moli's eyebrows, and passed his spiritual power over. In the empty dantian, the ghost power and spiritual power are divided into half, and now the ghost power is relatively strong, and some of the spiritual power is swallowed up as soon as it enters, until the spiritual power also grows stronger, and then fills the dantian without disturbing each other.

The connection of spiritual power leads to the connection of the spiritual sea, Jing Moli is now weak, and naturally the Sanskrit voice has the upper hand, and inadvertently explores Jing Moli's memory hidden deep in the spiritual sea.

Jing Moli, the snow phoenix, a rare snow phoenix that lives in the Wulin of the feather clan in the demon world, is not of the royal phoenix family, but can be transformed into a human body at birth, and was raised by the monsters in the forest. He is very loving, and after a hundred years of practice, he is even a handsome man with outstanding talents and looks.He is open-minded and dignified by nature, free and unrestrained in the world of mortals, and has caused many romantic affairs. Until he was over 200 years old, all birds turned to the phoenix and gathered in the Phoenix Palace in the demon world.

The Phoenix Lord of the Yu Clan is respected, and on the birthday of the Phoenix Lord, Jingmo left and lived in Wulin, and all the monsters went to celebrate his birthday. He met the young master of the Feng Clan, Feng Guixi, with a pair of phoenix eyes shining intoxicatingly, and his elegant demeanor was even more eye-catching.Jing Moli was tempted at first sight, and fell in love again. In order to get close to Feng Guixi, he was willing to read with him. He has been with him for a hundred years, and his sincerity can be learned.

The two finally connected with each other, and went hand in hand to practice in the world of mortals. Even though this relationship is harmful to the world, they don't care, they just want to stay together forever. Unfortunately, only five years, when the love is the strongest, Feng Guixi's fate has arrived.

The Phoenix family, Nirvana once in a hundred years, this time Feng Guixi was reborn in Nirvana in the flame pool of the demon world. Jumping into the lake of flames to save each other, it's a pity that Snow Phoenix and Fire Phoenix have different lives, Jing Moli couldn't save Feng Guixi, so he and Feng Guixi died together, and the couple fell apart.

Silently withdrew his spiritual power and withdrew his hand, Sanskrit frowned slightly, even though Jing Moli and Feng Guixi, same-sex love and secular yin and yang go against each other, but this deep affection and affection that accompany life and death cannot but move people.

The poor ghost king thought that life and death were the same, but he didn't know that Feng Guixi had disappeared without a trace, and he was immortal. For 500 years, he wandered alone in the world, looking for and waiting for a phoenix that would never return.

"Infatuated, compassionate, with immeasurable merits and virtues, it's a pity that you can't break the barrier of love."

Song Ping looked at the Sanskrit sound with some doubts, and then nodded in agreement, "What the Immortal said is true, the city lord has a pure temperament and a good heart, not to mention the past, just say that this time, he will eliminate the fierce ghosts, cut the water ghosts, and protect the demons." The merits and virtues of all the living beings in Jihe City are enough to add a lot to the life book."

Such an extraordinary person really shouldn't be reduced to a ghost, and one should practice Taoism in order to escape, "Judge Song and him are friends, why don't you take him out of this sea of ​​suffering?"

Song Ping was a little embarrassed, "Actually, I just met the city lord yesterday, and I don't know why, so how can I get over it?"

Fanyin nodded, "Forget it, there are so many water ghosts in this city, I'll go and have a look first, Judge Song is also injured, so let's rest first."

"Okay, then I'll take care of the fairies." Song Ping nodded, the immortals in the fairy world should be better than him, the judge, and most of the water ghosts are frozen by Jing Moli now, and the other scattered ones should not be a problem .

Watching Sanskrit leave, Song Ping sat down beside him and moved his arm scratched by the water ghost. It really hurt a little.Zhou Ziqian came in with a pot of hot water, "I'll take care of the city lord, the judge can rest for a while."

Song Ping shook his head, "No, I'm watching here, his soul is not stable enough, if something happens, you don't know what to do."

Zhou Ziqian thought about it, this is also right, he is a mortal who really doesn't understand this spell or something.Twisted the towel, wiped Jing Moli's face, Jing Moli was lying quietly on the bed, with dark hair and beautiful face, peach blossom eyes closed, lips even paler, but the deeply locked brows hid too much pain.It is often said that ghosts are all obsessions, and the city lord's obsession should be for that sweetheart named Feng Guixi who has wandered in the world for 500 years. If God has eyes, he shouldn't betray the city lord's true feelings.

Dizzy, I felt that the three souls and seven souls were torn apart and kneaded into a ball again. I thought I would sleep forever like this, but when I closed my eyes, the eyes I saw in a trance ignited a little hope in my heart, struggling After a long time, Jing Moli finally opened his eyes.

It was already night, the sound of the rain outside seemed to have stopped, a candle outside was dimly lit, everything was quiet, just like those years he spent, after all, it was only himself.In the dantian, the ghost power and spiritual power have stabilized, but it is still necessary to slowly adjust the breath in order to fully recover.

Jing Moli sat up, lifted the gauze bed curtain, got out of bed and dressed, tied his hair casually, he opened the door, the rain had indeed stopped, the gray fog in the sky had dissipated a bit, and a thin film was faintly visible. In the moonlight, on the roof in front of the courtyard, a figure stood quietly, white shirt rustling snow and gray robe like mist, like a jade tree before the wind, with a snow-colored dust whisk slanted in the crook of his arm, he was the Taoist leader of the fairy world.

Looking up at this strange figure, Jing Moli lowered his head and shook his head lightly. It wasn't him, not Feng Guixi. His Feng Guixi always liked to wear red, and the bright red robes complemented his elegance the most.

Standing on the roof is Sanskrit Immortal Sanskrit, looking down at the ghost king, his peach blossom eyes are full of sadness, and he looks like an infatuated person, "The dead are far away, why bother to be obsessed with obsession, the sea of ​​suffering is full of waves, and only when you break it can you break free."

Jing Moli frowned slightly. The preaching of these immortals was the most annoying, "Zi Feiyu knows the joy of fish, so what about the sea of ​​bitterness? It is also the place where fish live."

Sanskrit stepped lightly, came down from the roof, and stood in the yard, "The demon has no soul, and the castellan is an odd number, but the other one has long since disappeared. Even if the castellan waits another 500 years, I'm afraid he won't be able to wait." Yes, why not let it go."

Jing Moli looked at him intently, the fairy in front of him also had a pair of phoenix eyes, but his eyes were clear, and there was only compassion and pity for everyone, not at all like Feng Guixi's affectionate and gentle eyes. Your honor should be strangers, why are you investigating my past?" He also wondered how his spiritual power was stable, it must be this immortal who helped heal his wounds, but he shouldn't take the opportunity to look at his past memories.

For this point, Sanskrit is at fault, "I didn't intend to spy, but my spiritual power was entangled, I saw it by accident, I'm sorry."

Jing Moli pursed his lips slightly, feeling very displeased in his heart, "Then please don't talk too much, your lord, please help me, and I, Jing Moli, owe you a kindness. have a finger in the pie."

Sanskrit shook his head, "Saving the suffering and saving all living beings is what I should do. The city lord has the heart to die, so I have to take care of it." He knew that at the end of Jing Mo's heart, he didn't want these three souls and seven souls. , he prefers to be able to dissipate in the world with Feng Guixi, but since he has not dissipated, he can only live. After 500 years of waiting, there was no result, and there was not much to look forward to. Jing Moli wanted to dissipate even more, otherwise, facing the water ghost today, he would not be desperate to bear it on his own shoulders. The pain of scattered feathers is no less than that of The pain of a thousand cuts.

Jing Moli frowned, "Since when did the fairy world take care of the affairs of the underworld?"

Feeling Jing Moli's unhappiness, Sanskrit still persuaded, "Why should the city lord be so obsessed?"

"Hey, City Lord, are you awake?" Song Ping and Zhou Ziqian walked over together, seeing that Jing Moli and Fanyin seemed to be confronting each other, Song Ping coughed lightly, "City Lord, this is Sanskrit Immortal of Bodhi in the Immortal Realm. This Immortal indeed has profound cultivation, if he hadn't dispelled the black clouds, the rain in Jihe City wouldn't have stopped, and now the water ghosts have all been cleaned up."

This technique of regulating the rain and stopping the wind is impossible for ordinary immortals. Although Song Ping has never heard the name of Sanskrit, but with his profound magic power, he should have a reputation in the fairy world. It is better not to offend him.

Jing Moli calmed down a bit. It turned out that he was a Bodhi disciple who was heartless and desireless. What did he care about with such a person? They didn't understand the word "true love" at all, "So that's how it is, thank you sir."

"City Lord, this is the medicine that Judge Song personally prepared to help you heal your wounds. Drink it quickly, City Lord." Zhou Ziqian said with concern, holding a bowl of medicine in his hand.

This judge is really caring, Jing Moli smiled at Song Ping, "Thank you." He reached out to take the bowl, and when his eyes touched Zhou Ziqian's, he lowered his eyes and drank the medicine in one gulp. The taste filled my throat, and I couldn't help but frowned.

Suddenly a candy was handed in front of him, the hand holding the candy was long and thin like a green onion, he looked up along the light gray sleeve, and met Fanyin's eyes, his eyes were calm, his expression was normal, his thin lips Flap lightly opened, "The medicine is bitter, eat some candy."