The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

Song Ping was silent for a long time, thinking about Jing Moli's thoughts clearly, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Seeing such a character as Jing Moli, who can disregard the world and use deep affection, is even more rare than those ordinary idiots who hate men and women.

"The past five or six hundred years ago, even the gods will forget it. It is really admirable that the city owner can engrave it in his heart."

"As the saying goes, cherish the things in front of you, don't regret the past, the unforgettable years are just ordinary." Those recurring and ordinary days and nights, after years of precipitation, have already been deeply engraved into the soul, others say He is persistent, but to him that is not persistence, but the meaning of his life.

Dawn is approaching, and it is the darkest moment between heaven and earth. Jing Moli, Fanyin, and Song Ping each took a phoenix feather, folded their hands together and placed the phoenix feather in front of them, and the power of demons, celestial beings, and ghosts enveloped the phoenix feather. Hold on, Feng Ling moved according to their wishes, and turned into three tokens, the token suppressed, the soul-fixing formation formed, and the power of the three realms merged into one, forming a long golden thread and condensing into a formation in an instant. The city was shrouded, and the three tokens were also hidden in the city.

Jing Moli was already weak, and he spent his demon power to fight. As soon as he stopped his hand, he couldn't stand still. He held on to the city wall precariously. After a while, he said, "I have come to Jihe City so many times, I don't know How to go to the underworld?"

Song Ping felt a little weak, and took a few deep breaths, "With me, the judge, to guide you, this road to the underworld is easy to walk."

Jing Moli bent his lips in a rare way, "Then, let's go."

"City Lord, please." Song Ping gestured towards the east of the city.

Jing Moli turned around and bowed to Sanskrit next to him, "See you in Immortal World in the future."

The Sanskrit voice returned a salute, "Wait for the city lord." He watched Jing Moli and Song Ping go forward. The morning sun fell at that moment, and they went to meet the light. It fluttered gently in the cool wind, very much like the flying snow, but the snow flew towards the fire he was after.

At this moment, Fanyin couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, it was an inexplicable emotion, it seemed to be troubling his heart, maybe it was because of his nonsense.How could there be so many odd numbers in the Six Realms?There is a Jing Moli, but there may not be another Feng Guixi. I hope that the reincarnated Jing Moli can understand it and let it go.

The real underworld is of course different from Jihe City, but the sky here is also gray, with mountains and seas connected, with a city on the mountain and an island in the sea, and the mist is shrouded between the mountains and the sea.

Returning to his place, Song Ping relaxed a little, "If ordinary souls want to enter the underworld, they have to go through Huangquan Road, but the city owner doesn't need to. Usually I go back by the dark road, but the city owner is a ghost after all, we just can cross the river."

They were already at the ferry, and the water and mist in front of them were hazy, and there were no boats, Jing Moli nodded, "Okay. Is this the Naihe Ferry?"

"Yes, this river is naihe, and this crossing is naturally Naihe crossing." Song Ping led Jing Moli a few steps forward, and saw clearly an ancient stele next to it that was covered by the mist, and the inscription was engraved with "Naihe".

"What to do, what to go to, what to do, what to do." Jing Moli read out a line of small characters on the stele, there is nothing to do in the world of mortals, there is nothing to do after all.

Song Ping smiled slightly, "After Naihe, let's meet Beidi first."

"You don't need to bother Beidi, just arrange it like an ordinary ghost." Jing Moli didn't want to trouble Song Ping too much.

Song Ping shook his head, "You are the ghost king, not an ordinary ghost."

A flat boat came slowly in the water mist, with an oil lamp on the bow, a little flame could not be blown by the wind, and an old man in gray clothes was ferrying him, with gray hair, haggard body, half-closed eyes and no spirit.

Song Ping saluted respectfully, "There is Lao Nai Weng, and I will go to Beifu." In the underworld, the old man who ferryed by this ferry is called Nai Weng. Nai Weng has been in this underworld for tens of thousands of years, and even several emperors are very happy Respect and politeness, they dare not make mistakes like judges and ghosts.

Song Ping invited Jing Moli to get on the boat. When Jing Moli stepped onto the boat, Naiven's eyes moved slightly, as if he had glanced at Jing Moli, but he was very nervous. He quickly looked away.

Sitting down on the boat, Jing Moli looked at the Naihe monument again, there was really no way out, but thinking about the past, why should he retreat.

The oars moved, the boat moved, and it left the shore in an instant, Nai Weng finally said, "The water is fast and the boat is small, my master can sit down."

Hearing this, Song Ping was surprised. The difficulty of being able to hear Nai Weng speak is comparable to the difficulty of being a ghost king. Song Ping understood that Nai Weng's reminder was naturally not for him, but for Jing Jing. What Mo Li said, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this ghost king really has a big face.

"I heard that in Naihe, one drop of water, one soul and one obsession, senior, have you ever seen Feng Guixi from the demon world?" Jing Moli looked at Nai Weng.

Nai Weng still lowered his eyes, shaking the oar in his hand, "Yao Wuhun, this boat can't cross."

"The junior is also a demon."

Nai Weng didn't speak again, the light boat went with the wind, and it landed in the blink of an eye, Song Ping stood up, "City Lord, we are here." The two got off the boat, saluted Nai Weng in a polite manner, and the light boat disappeared into the water Disappeared in the fog.

Song Ping straightened up and looked back at the distance, but was taken aback, "Hey? How did you get here?" He quickly shouted in the direction Zhou left, "Nai Weng, we are going to Beifu, not here."

Jing Moli was a little puzzled. Looking back, he saw a sea of ​​red and white flowers in the clouds and mist, and there seemed to be a little bit of light on the sea of ​​flowers. Just now, there was no vitality in the grass and trees along the way. There is such a grand scene.

Song Ping was a little anxious, "Let's go quickly." He stretched out his hand and pulled Jing Moli, and then walked towards the downstream of the river bank.

Jing Moli asked, "What kind of place is this?"

"The Palace of Unrequited Love, it's not good for ghosts to come here." Song Ping took Jing Moli and walked a few steps in a hurry, and suddenly a red light appeared in front of them. flower.

Song Ping's heart skipped a beat, "It's over, the lanterns from the other side are here."

The white shadow suddenly appeared, and a female ghost officer appeared, holding a lamp in her hand, "Jing Moli, come with me."

Song Ping stopped in front of Jing Moli, "It turns out that it is Mr. Ji Yuan, he is the guest of the Northern Emperor, and I am going to lead him to the Northern Mansion."

"The Empress welcomes you, Jing Moli, please." The female official named Jiyuan just replied like this.

Song Ping pulled Jing Moli anxiously, signaling him to refuse, Jing Moli saw Song Ping's reaction, and knew that this place might really not be a good place, but this place was not a place Song Ping could offend either.

Jing Moli pressed Song Ping's shoulder, telling him not to worry, "Please."

Song Ping gritted his teeth, and whispered, "Be careful, don't drink from here."

Jing Moli nodded, followed Ji Yuan to leave, and walked to the sea of ​​flowers, where a palace was located in the vast sea of ​​flowers. Jing Moli looked at the red, white and white flowers next to him, "Is this the Bana flower?"

"Yes." Jiyuan answered simply.

The other shore flower, the flower that blooms in the underworld according to the rumors, turned out to be so beautiful, red like cinnabar, white like ice and snow, blooming without leaves, a vast field.The Palace of Unrequited Love is the residence of the goddess of the underworld in the rumors. There are seven emperors in the underworld, one of whom has a female body, and the six realms call it the empress.

The Palace of Unrequited Love is already in front of you, Ji Yuan led Jing Moli in, stepped up the steps, and walked into the main hall, a barrier of flowers from the other shore lay in front of you, turned around the barrier, and saw a vast expanse of space, only the nine-layered jade staircase stood the The emperor's seat is lonely, and on the top of the hall, colorful pearls are shining, like stars in the sky.

Ji Yuan bowed towards the throne, "Empress, Jing Moli's soul has arrived."

A figure appeared in the void on the throne of the emperor, with black robes and the crown of the Moyu Emperor. His appearance was like three autumn waters, with nine layers of clouds and clouds. .”

Jing Moli looked at the empress in front of him fearlessly, and bowed down, "I'm here, Jing Moli."

"Snow Phoenix, born as a demon, lived 310 years to the end of five years, entered the ghost realm for 510 years, made three thousand vows in the world of mortals, completed ten volumes of merit and virtue, was infatuated in the sea of ​​love, and all three souls and seven souls were lovesick." In one sentence. , Dao Jin Mo Li encountered in this life, "Idiot, what an infatuated phoenix."

"Willingly." Whether you are ignorant or persistent, to Jing Moli, these are not important.

"If you are so infatuated, you should drink a cup to break your love." As soon as the empress finished speaking, Ji Yuan had already held a teacup in front of Jing Moli. color.

Jing Moli didn't pick it up, "Cutting off the love? The love is deep, why do you want to break it?"

"If you keep forgetting your love, how can you enter reincarnation?"

It turns out that this is Wangchen Water, drinking a glass of water, forgetting everything in this life, "Dare to ask the Empress, have you ever seen Feng Guixi?"

"Never."

"Then, may I see Feng Guixi again?"

"can."

Hearing such an affirmative answer, Jing Moli felt relieved. This meant that Gui Xi was really still there, so he had hope to find Gui Xi, no matter in the fairyland or anywhere, he would find Gui Xi.Since I can see it, why not drink this cup of Duanqingshang.

"Thank you Empress." Jing Moli took the teacup, even though when we meet again, the past will be forgotten, but in the depths of love, I will eventually think of you as the phoenix that I will never forget.

A slight smile appeared on the corners of Jing Moli's lips, he raised his head and drank Duanqingshang, Duanqingshang entered his throat, Jing Moli closed his eyes and collapsed on the ground, a colorful pearl flew out of his heart, fell into the In the palm of the empress, the empress rubbed the pearl, "It's been a long time since I saw such an interesting thing." She stood up, turned around and disappeared, and only one sentence came to Ji Yuan's ears, "Send him to Beifu .”

"Yes." Ji Yuan responded, and with a movement of the Bana flower in his hand, Jing Moli on the ground turned into a ray of spiritual light and entered into the Bana flower.