The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

Before returning to the fairyland, Jing Moli came to Lianfeng in a daze. On Lianfeng, the white water waved and the green onions were still there, and the thin mist shrouded the peak. He stood outside the pavilion, looking at the distant mountains and rivers, and tears fell uncontrollably. Sliding down, the feeling of self-blame and guilt filled his whole heart, and the pain was so overwhelming that he raised his hand to hit his heart, and Jing Moli closed his eyes.

Guixi's face appeared in his mind, followed by Sanskrit's appearance, both faces were so clear.Opening his eyes suddenly, there was nothingness in front of his eyes, Jing Moli laughed at himself a few times, no matter who he was facing now, he was not qualified.

Once upon a time, I swore so firmly, but now I think about it, it is all ridiculous and frivolous words.

Such an unbearable self once misunderstood Gui Xi's clear name, blocked Gui Xi's lifelong path of seeking the Tao, and dragged him into the sea of ​​love to sink; The Sanskrit sound is full of bodhi and pure heart, so it is difficult for him to fall into the sea of ​​suffering.

Jing Moli, Jing Moli, what kind of ghost path or immortal path do you cultivate, you should be wiped out as early as in the lake of flames, if you completely disperse at that time, you will not regret it by mistake.

Seeing the vast cliff below, Jing Moli jumped down, his body fell rapidly, and the wind was like a knife slashing at his face. He ignored it and fell straight into the Cangjiang River below the cliff. Jing Moli was submerged by the river and sank to the bottom.

But he was still unscathed, his bones in the immortal realm, how could this high cliff and mountains hurt him at all?The cold river water washed away the tear stains on his face, and his robe was completely wet and fluttered in the water. He didn't move for a long time, floating like a ghost in the water.

A cruise ship on the river stopped in a hurry, and the owner of the boat hurriedly summoned his men, "Hurry up, hurry up, I just fell off the cliff, there must be rescue." Soon three or four boatmen jumped into the water regardless of the winter water , Searching for the person on the cliff, diving into the water several times but still not finding anyone, the boatman did not give up and went into the water again, suddenly one person was swept away by the undercurrent in the river, struggling in the current with unbearable physical strength.

The noise on the water awakened Jing Moli. He opened his eyes and looked at the struggling boatman in the water. The life of a mortal is like a fly, but he is still struggling to survive.It is said that I have seen all the separation of life and death, and I have been obsessed with it until now. It is really a waste of more than 800 years of practice.

The boatmen on the cruise ship had been waiting for a while, and the boss of the boat was covered in a cold sweat when he saw that there was one missing person who went into the water. Ascending, a white shadow came out of the water, and the fairy son stood in the void with his feet on the breeze, holding the drowning boatman in his arms.

One step forward, Jing Moli landed on the deck, put the boatman down, and flicked his right hand on his face, the boatman spit out a few mouthfuls of water, woke up, and looked at Jing Moli in front of him in a daze, a little dazedly, "I Is this dead?"

"No."

"Then how did I see the god?" The boatman was still dumbfounded.

Someone at the side responded and hurried over to help him, "Dayou, you are really a god, thank you god for saving your life."

This caused the boatman of Dayou to look around, and when he realized it, he bowed his head and bowed, "Thank you for the kindness of the gods for saving your life."

"You don't need to thank me." Jing Moli stretched out his hand to help him up, "I'm the one who got you both."

The boss of the boat stepped forward and asked tentatively, "Is the person who fell from the cliff just now an immortal?"

Jing Moli nodded, "I'm practicing kung fu, but it hurts you to save me, thank you all." Raising his hand in salute, Jing Moli bowed to everyone.

The boss of the boat scratched his head in doubt. This fairy practiced kung fu really differently, and even jumped off the cliff to play, "The fairy is polite, I misunderstood." The boss of the boat was very tanned, with white teeth, and he smiled very honestly.

"I was the one who delayed everyone." Jing Moli was full of apologies. He couldn't die, but taking other people's lives would be a sin. He took out a brocade bag, "Here are some pieces of gold, it's my gratitude."

"No, no, no! Immortals don't receive rewards for their merits, but villains dare not accept them." The boat boss waved his hands repeatedly.

"These are external objects to me, but they are quite useful to you."

The boss of the boat still refused to accept it. It was an honor to meet the gods, so how could he accept anything more.

Jing Moli looked at the cruise ship, "Is this ship heading for Yingcheng?"

"Exactly." The boat boss nodded.

"Then these count as the boat fare. I'm just going to Win City, so please give me a ride." Jing Moli smiled slightly. The stunning fairy's smile was really confusing. The boss of the boat was a little confused and reached out to take Jin bag.

It was a very strange thing for a fairy to come on board, the best guest room was vacated for Jing Moli, but Jing Moli did not refuse, and did not come out after entering the guest room, if not for a flute that sometimes sounded at night Yin, thought he had left, but no one dared to disturb him.

Five days later, the boat arrived in Yingcheng, the boat boss arranged for the boat to dock, straightened his clothes, and then came to invite Jing Moli. As soon as he reached the second floor, he arrived at Jing Moli. It seems that there are infinite thoughts.

"Immortal, it's time to win the city."

"Thank you." Jing Moli nodded slightly, "Farewell."

The boss of the boat sent Jing Moli off the boat, seeing the silver shadow disappearing, he shook his head lightly, saying that gods are the most carefree, this fairy seems to be living a happy life, it seems that being a god is not all that good.

There are not many pedestrians on the streets in winter, and the snow has not been swept away before snowflakes fall again. The world is vast, and walking on the street, Jing Moli's figure is still drifting away from the crowd. If you don't use up your own heart, you can't see through this plausible past and present life.

Is it Phoenix?Is it a wandering spirit?Is it mortal?Is it a fairy?He is Jing Moli?Who is Jing Moli?

Suddenly regaining consciousness, he actually came to the Feihua Temple, hesitated for a moment, Jing Moli still stepped into the temple, this Feihua Temple was built by Emperor Yao for the ghost Jing Moli, which proved that he had been there here.Slowly entering the main hall, the statue is still standing there, holding a flute in its hand, standing like a bamboo. The common people pay homage to the Fenghua Immortal, but the one who came here was a wandering soul. Where is the Immortal?

"It is said that the debts of the previous life should be repaid in this life, but now who owes whom? Who should pay whom?"

"The cycle of cause and effect seems endless." A reply came from behind.

Jing Moli turned around and looked, it was the Taoist priest Kong Ming who was the master of Feihua Temple. Eighteen years have passed in a flash, this Taoist priest has aged a lot and is still in good spirits.

Suddenly seeing Jing Moli's appearance, Daoist Kong Ming was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look at the statue, and then at Moli. Is this a manifestation of a god? "Immortal Fenghua?" Hastily saluted, "I have seen an immortal before."

"The Taoist priest doesn't need to be too polite." Jing Moli returned a half-respect.

Daoist Kong Ming looked at Jing Moli with great emotion. He has practiced all his life and lived in this Feihua Temple all his life. It is worthwhile to see the immortal who has served his whole life with his own eyes, "I never thought of seeing an immortal come to the world. "

Jing Moli shook his head lightly, "You and I have already met."

Hearing the words, Taoist Master Kong Ming thought about it for a while, and suddenly remembered the young master of the General's Mansion 18 years ago. He heard that this young master of the Jing family went to practice in Cangling. Ling Bairi soared, it turned out that Mr. Jing was the immortal Fenghua.

With a relieved smile, Daoist Kong Ming nodded lightly, "It's my disciple's honor to meet you by fate."

"I'm just walking around, you don't have to pay attention to me." Jing Moli walked towards the outside of the hall, but Daoist Kong Ming didn't follow, he could tell that the immortal had something on his mind, so it's better not to disturb him.

The plum snow scene in Guanli is still the same, the red plums and white snow are bright and clean, and the trembling plum branches are fragrant. It may be in the afternoon, and the plum forest is very quiet, only the fine snow flutters. Mo Li stopped and stood under a red plum tree, but saw the red and white plum blossoms coexisting on the same branch.

Climbing the flower branches, looking at the red and white snow plums, the red plums are like Guixi, and the white plums are like the Sanskrit music, blooming in his heart, both good and beautiful, there is nothing wrong with the flowers, what is wrong is that this heart is too sentimental.What is this love?Interfering with his past and present lives, infatuation is not infatuation, fickleness is not thin, the ocean of sorrow has no limit, and it is difficult for him to sail alone.

There was a sudden bump on his leg, and a child in a red jacket and velvet cap, who looked like a ball of powder, threw himself on his leg, hugged his leg with his short hands as hard as he could, and grinned, "Ah, I got you!"

The child's smile was so innocent that people couldn't be on guard. Jing Moli looked down at him, "Which family are you from?"

"I caught you, you have to follow me." The child grabbed his robe, looked back into the distance, his small face was slowly full of doubts, how did he forget the way?

With a deflated mouth, the child's eyes filled with tears, "Father! Mother!"

"Hey, don't cry." Jing Moli squatted down, "Brother is not a bad person, take you to find your parents, okay?"

The child nodded and pulled him by the hand, "Then do you know my parents?"

Jing Moli didn't use the fairy method, and looked at the child's familiar face, "Is your surname Jing?"

"Well, my name is Jing Mo, how do you know?"

Jing Moli smiled slightly, "Come on, brother hugs you." He stretched out his hand to hug Jing Mo, looked in the direction, he passed through the plum forest, and walked along the □ towards the Nuan Pavilion.

A few maids and attendants from the Nuan Pavilion hurried out, calling one after another, looking for their young master, "Young master!" A beautiful woman also hurried out, and a man behind him took a cloak and came forward to greet him. Put the cloak on the beautiful woman, "Don't worry, I must be playing nearby."

"How can you not be in a hurry, you go find it quickly." The beautiful woman pushed the man anxiously, the man nodded, and stretched out his hand to help the beautiful woman down the steps first, "You wait well, I will just go find it."

After identifying the direction, he walked to the plum forest on the right. After only a dozen steps, he saw the plum branches being blown by the wind in front of him, and a figure walked out around the red plum tree.