The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

In the afternoon, Jing Moli stood on the city wall of Jihe City, looked at the familiar city, looked at the Jimierlin in the distance, and was silent for a long time. In the 500 years of the underworld, how many times he wandered here, No matter how disappointed or sad he persisted, now he suddenly felt very tired.

He has searched for so many years, is he looking for his own love or his own hate?He loves Feng Guixi, that's why he wants to look for it, he hates Jieshu for taking Guixi away, so that they can't stay together, so he wants to look for it even more.He was stuck in the sea of ​​love and hatred and couldn't extricate himself. His love and hatred became a calamity, and he selfishly dragged innocent people to be buried with him.

Say it is love, it is better to say it is evil.

Song Ping stood not far away and looked at him. The city lord became a fairy, but he was quieter than the ghost king he saw for the first time. He was drawn out of life, as if he was about to disappear silently.After hesitating for a while, Song Ping came over, "Did you remember something from your previous life?"

"Ah."

"What? Can't you find Feng Guixi in the fairy world?"

"Maybe I found it." Jing Moli turned around and stood against the city wall, "But I don't know if he is." Suddenly he sighed helplessly, "Yes or no doesn't seem to be that important anymore."

Song Ping was a little puzzled by his depression, shouldn't he be happy to have found it?He stood beside Jing Moli, "It's worth being happy if you find it. Maybe you won't have the chance to continue the fate of the previous life, but it's worth everything to see him safe and sound, happy and at ease."

He was so touched that Jing Moli couldn't help but turn his head to look at him. The little judge could see clearly, "Qianxia?"

Song Ping hummed, "I had a relationship with her." It was more than 100 years ago, when the silly scholar met the beautiful fox demon, and fell in love with it stupidly, but unfortunately, the difference between the ladyboy and the demon has never been met by fate. He had no choice but to wait in a daze for a lifetime. After arriving in the underworld, he still couldn't let go of this relationship, so he begged Bei Di to stay in the underworld, just to see her again.

It turned out that Song Ping stayed in the underworld as a judge because of Qianxia, ​​"Qianxia seems to be cynical, but she is actually very infatuated."

"I know she has her persistence." Song Ping smiled nonchalantly, "I can see her well, even if it's not me who is by her side in the end, even if she doesn't remember that there is me, I am satisfied. "

Jing Moli lowered his eyes, it was in vain for him to be conceited that he was talented and intelligent, he had practiced for so long, but he still couldn't see through this point, no matter who is the real Guixi, Fanyin or Wushuang, as long as they have their own path, Jing Moli It doesn't seem to matter at all.

Tears welled up in his eyes, Jing Moli raised his head, looked at the gray sky of Jihe City, "Maybe I should let go too."

Song Ping patted him on the shoulder, "It's better to let go of some things, I'm going back to the underworld, do you want to come together?"

"You go back, I should go back too."

"Okay, then I'll go first." Song Ping walked away on a dark road.

Jing Moli blinked, and the tears in his eyes dispersed, maybe it's time to let go, but why is his heart still in such pain?

Back in the Immortal Realm, Jing Moli went straight back to Qiwu Hall, just entered the hall and sat down for a while, Feng Zhaoyi hurried over, her face was full of anxiety and she didn't care to salute, "Brother, where did you go? Brother, something happened to him."

Jing Moli stood up abruptly, "What happened to Sanskrit?"

Feng Zhaoyi nodded, "Yes, Sanskrit suddenly fell ill seven days ago and became unconscious. Even Immortal Jinghua was alarmed."

Jing Moli walked out of the hall, "What did the Immortal Venerable say?"

"I don't know. I'm in Muqing Palace, so I can't go to Lingxiao Palace at all." Feng Zhaoyi could only ask Diji Biling to inquire about the Sanskrit tone. She didn't know anything else, so she waited After returning to Jing Moli, she immediately ran over.

"Okay, you stay here, I'll go and have a look." Jing Moli disappeared in a flash and went straight to Lingxiao Palace.

As soon as he arrived at Lingxiao Palace, the quiet and majestic atmosphere made Jing Moli pause, and it seemed that it was not the best way to go rashly. He turned around and arrived at Hanchen's Yunrong Hall first.In Yunrong Hall, Hanchen was squatting beside the flowerbed, watering an orchid, Shensi didn't know where, the water had already filled the flowerpot, and he didn't pay attention.

"Hanchen." Jing Moli called him, Hanchen came back to his senses, turned his head to look at him, his brows were frowned more tightly, and his expression was very melancholy, "You finally appeared."

"What's going on? Sanskrit him?"

Han Chen stood up, "You still care about his life and death, I thought you were content and couldn't care about anything else."

"I," Jing Moli wanted to explain, but swallowed the words, as if there was no need to explain, "Hanchen, please tell me."

"Purify the heart and lock the heart veins, the seven emotions erode the bones of the immortals, the primordial spirit is imprisoned in the cold, and the cultivation base turns into nothingness."

Jing Moli opened his mouth slightly in surprise, he knew what Qingxinsuo was, did Sanskrit carry Qingxinsuo?It turned out that when Fanyin took the worry-free flower for him, he was not only punished for ten years, but more importantly, he was punished to wear a Qingxin lock.

No wonder after the goodbye, he was so thin and haggard, always pale, because every time he saw him, he fell in love, and every time he was enduring the pain that Qingxinsuo brought him.But I don't know anything, either treat him coldly or be ambiguous, always arousing his feelings.

That day on Pengyu Island, after he saw himself and Wushuang, he must have had difficulty calming down, so Qingxinsuo broke out completely.He was being tortured, but he was complaining and regretting himself.

Clenching his fists tightly, Jing Moli turned around and walked towards Lingxiao Palace, the immortal general who was guarding the gate stopped him, Jing Moli bowed down, "Jing Moli, please see the Immortal Jinghua. "

The celestial general did not let go, "The celestial venerable does not see any guests, please go back to the celestial being."

"Jing Moli is begging to see the Sanskrit Immortal, please let the Immortal be fulfilled." Jing Moli said loudly, and the sound spread into the Lingxiao Palace.

"Bold, how dare you make a noise in Lingxiao Palace." Immortal General moved the spear in his hand and pointed it at Jing Moli.

Jing Moli lifted his robe, bowed his knees to the ground, "Jing Moli implores the Immortal to be fulfilled." He knelt upright in front of the palace gate, put aside all his pride and only wanted to see the Sanskrit voice, and the white robe was flirtatious. Passed away, at this time, he was as desolate as a remnant lotus that had weathered the wind and frost, and was about to disperse at any time.

An hour later, the heavy palace door finally opened slowly, Jing Moli stood up, endured the numbness of his legs, and walked towards the inside step by step.He didn't see Sanskrit, but first saw Jinghua Immortal Venerable, who was sitting high above, while he knelt down at the Highness.

Looking at this man who ruined his disciple, Immortal Jinghua couldn't control his Qingxin, and his face was stern, "Jing Moli, are you guilty?"

Jing Moli did not argue, "No matter what the crime is, Jing Moli will accept it all, and only ask the immortal to save Sanskrit's life."

"Save? How to save? The bone of the fairy is broken, and his cultivation is completely destroyed. His whole life was completely destroyed by you. What kind of virtue can you have at the end of Jingmo? Ask my disciple to bury everything for you!" The immortal lord was angry, The sound of thunder.

Jing Moli is not afraid of his power, he is the master of Sanskrit, and he should respect him, not to mention that he is only worried about Sanskrit, "Jing Moli's past and present lives are all ridiculous, virtuous and incompetent, misleading my disciples, Sin is full of sins, and there is no face to be a fairy."

Seeing that he agreed so easily, Immortal Jing Hua burst into anger and didn't know why. He patted the handle on the seat, "Okay, since you are guilty, then I will ask you to take the blame and make meritorious service."

"But according to the order, I will not hesitate to die."

Immortal Jinghua's expression was heavy, "I want you to marry Feng Zhaoyi, the daughter of the Phoenix Emperor of the Feather Clan in the demon world, Feng Zhaoyi, Muqingdian, Nanyang Palace, as his wife."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, so absurd that Jing Moli thought he had heard it wrong, and he suddenly raised his head, "Immortal?"

"This deity wants you to marry Feng Zhaoyi." Immortal Jing Hua repeated it again, staring straight at Jing Moli with a ruthless majesty.

Jing Moli's refusal was also very straightforward, "Immortal Venerable, if you want Jing Moli to die, Jing Moli won't say much, but this marriage, please forgive Jing Moli for not agreeing." He can die or not be a fairy He will suffer all punishments, but he will never marry Zhaoyi, not to mention that Zhaoyi is his sister, even if it is another woman, he will never agree.

Many things can be regarded as a price, but marriage and affection must not be bargaining chips.

"You want to resist the edict?" Immortal Jinghua narrowed his eyes slightly.

The position of the immortal is high and high, just like the emperor of the world, the meaning of the immortal is the emperor's will, and the work of the immortal is like a minister, how can the minister resist the emperor's order?Jing Moli did not expect that at this moment, it was the power that was threatening him. The crime was at the discretion of the immortal, and only he had to bear the consequences.

Jing Moli suddenly smiled, "The Immortal Venerable loves his disciple so much, so he was punished to put on a heart-cleaning lock, and waited for the forbidden curse to occur. Instead of saving him, he was forced to marry here." He stood up slowly, "I understand that no matter where the weak are, the strong prey on the weak, but as an immortal, if you decide life and death at will, without asking for justice or sincerity, then I would rather never ascend to the ascension."

"Jing Moli, you are rebellious!" Immortal Jinghua scolded angrily, "Immortal general, take Jing Moli into the fiery prison." Four immortal generals rushed in from outside the hall, holding immortal ropes in their hands, and immediately Throw it towards the end of the scene.

Jing Moli clenched his back molars tightly, his peach blossom eyes gradually turned frosty, and he took out the Bihuang flute with his right hand, and pointed at the Jinghua Immortal on the seat, "You are too deceitful, you are not worthy of being respected." With a flick of his sleeve, the four immortal generals were blown away, "I don't know how to marry a wife! I just want to see the Sanskrit voice today!" He rushed towards the outside of the hall, and more immortal generals and soldiers poured in at the gate of the hall. , The Bihuang flute turned into a sharp sword and was held in Jing Moli's hand. When the sword broke open, there were bursts of wailing.

No immortal will be able to block Jing Moli's way forward, and the commotion here quickly attracted the attention of other immortals. Several immortals stationed in Lingxiao Palace rushed to see Jing Moli's murderous intent. , the gentle and gentle son on weekdays is now like a demon god descending.

Jing Moli looked at the immortals who surrounded him, and a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, "Today, I will kill whoever blocks me!"

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