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Fei Mo was still debating whether to change the book or not, when suddenly a book flew in, Fei Mo picked it up, and the moment he picked it up, his throat felt sour and tears fell like rain.

"Fairy Feimo?" Big Dipper, who was watching the play, turned his head and saw Feimo holding a book and crying, and hurried over to ask, "Sir Feimo, are you all right? What's wrong?"

"Yes, some..." Fei Mo cried hoarsely, her throat was swollen like a plug, and she couldn't speak.

Fei Mo turned the book upside down with trembling hands, and the title of the book is "Beloved".

Just looking at the name, Fei Mo's heart ached and twitched, and she knelt down slowly, but couldn't help but turn over the first page to see what was written inside.

Lord Big Dipper had a good time with Yuelao on weekdays, and he also knew about Fei Mo's unmentionable love affair, so he didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only silently pat Fei Mo on the shoulder.

In the Qingjie area, Gui Yuan heard Fei Mo's choking sound, no longer entangled with Yan Jun, and threw him out directly.

Yan Jun kept cursing and fell on Fei Mo's side. He saw Fei Mo crying at a story book, and looked with his head: "Oh, "Fair Love"? This is one of Gui Yuan's most famous books. It was removed from the astrolabe, why is it here?"

Hearing Yan Jun's words, Gui Yuan approached Fei Mo's footsteps and paused, whether he passed or not.

Fei Mo wiped away the tears from her face fiercely, and asked Yan Jun next to her hoarsely, "When did you withdraw it?"

Yan Jun patted his clothes and stood up, looked down at him, and said, "About 8000 years ago, if I didn't remember it carefully, this sentence shouldn't have appeared in the first place. Immortal Feimo, you wouldn't have used this book, would you?"

Fei Mo didn't answer, she held the story book on the ground with shaking hands, and left on the spot in a teleportation formation. She really couldn't stand the story book in her sight.

"Eh? Why are you leaving?" Yan Jun picked up the story book, turned to look at Gui Yuan, "Gui Yuan, look at the books you wrote, even Immortal Feimo with such a good temper can't bear it."

"How much better are you than me?" After Gui Yuan finished speaking, he disappeared in a flash, only Yan Jun was cursing there, and was detained by Master Guanyin to sort out the mess he and Gui Yuan had made.

Gui Yuan ran to Yichongtian and stopped outside Fei Mo's yard, a little embarrassed to go in and meet people.

Fei Mo calmed down in the room and drank another bottle of Wangqing Water to calm down. As soon as she went out, she saw Gui Yuan standing outside the yard, unable to enter.

"Why is Your Majesty here?" Fei Mo hurriedly stepped forward to open the door.

Gui Yuan followed Fei Mo into the door, sat down and asked, "Is the Qing family okay?"

Fei Mo shook her head: "It's okay, actually I can't think of anything, it's just that feeling that I can't get rid of, it's too uncomfortable."

"I didn't think there was anything wrong when I wrote it. After it was actually put into the astrolabe, I realized that every immortal who got this book became like the Qing family, so it was removed from the astrolabe." Yuan reluctantly explained the book to Fei Mo.

"Has Your Majesty lived through his own book?" Fei Mo asked with difficulty, suppressing the pain in his heart.

Gui Yuan chuckled: "Of course I did, but because I wrote it myself, and I woke up quickly during the calamity, so the book does not restrict me too much, and naturally I can't understand the feelings of the immortals. "

Because I couldn't feel it, the notebooks I wrote became more and more extreme, and Gui Yuan gradually stopped writing. After all, I was protested many times by the gods and Buddhas of the Three Realms, and even if I wrote it, I couldn't put it in the astrolabe, which was boring.

Fei Mo rubbed the teacup in her hand, and asked tentatively, "Then, can Your Majesty feel it through the past few calamities?"

Gui Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Yes, when I was a Taoist priest, I could feel sad."

"That's not bad."

"By the way, there is one more thing I want to tell the Qing family..." Gui Yuan evaded while speaking.

Fei Mo replied with a smile, "Please tell me, Your Majesty."

"That... In fact, I wrote the script that Qing's family picked out a few days ago. That script was revised by Yue Lao, and the plots are somewhat different, and both of them are in the astrolabe."

"..." Fei Mo didn't know how to answer these words at all.

Originally, Gui Yuan's words were recognized as a disaster in the Three Realms, including the one who didn't go, Fei Mo has already won three, which is worse than the gamblers in the casino.

Human gamblers at least lose and win.

Fei Mopi twitched the corners of her mouth with a half-smile: "Xu, Xu Shichen is destined to be with His Majesty..."

"Then why not change it?" Gui Yuan didn't care much about what script Fei Mo chose.

"It's the same for anyone else, right? The astrolabe will always kill people who have gone through a lot of calamities. This minister wants to gather all the ways of death in the world." Fei Mo wanted to cry but had no tears.

Gui Yuan thought about it for a while, and said, "Recently, the Buddha seems to have filled in a few books about the fate of the Buddha. With the body protected by the Buddha's light, it should not be affected too much by the astrolabe."

Fei Mo was overjoyed immediately: "Then I would like to thank Your Majesty."

"Then the Qing family will go to the astrolabe to pick out some books together if they have time, and I will go back to repair the astrolabe first."

Sending Guiyuan away, Fei Mo stayed in the courtyard for a while, then suddenly remembered that Guiyuan hadn't told him why Yan Lie was imprisoned in Kunlun Terrace.

That time when Gui Yuan changed the subject, Fei Mo didn't pay attention and forgot about it.

"Forget it, let's ask next time we meet." Fei Mo muttered to herself.

Three days later, Fei Mo went down to the mortal world and buried her red thread and copper bell under a green plum tree in an old forest deep in the mountains.

Fei Moth buried it in the soil, and then cast a spell to spread weeds: "This time, Xiaosheng can't believe that it can be turned out."

If the red thread of natal life is tied to someone else's hands, they may not be together in the end. After all, the red thread is just a red thread. Whether you love or not is another matter. Even if you are forced to be together by the red thread, you may not be able to become a Taoist couple or husband and wife in the end.

It is also because of this that Guiyuan returned the red thread to Fei Mo and tied his own golden thread. The red thread does not represent everything, but it just gave them enough opportunities.

Another month later, Gui Yuan often came to discuss with Fei Mo about the next storybook, and secretly brought some fairy grass that Fei Mo couldn't refuse at all, and exchanged it for Fei Mo to Xingpan to help him organize the story books.

A month later, Fei Moth soared up again, eating the golden elixir leaves in the yard, and the gray-blue light ball flew towards the astrolabe.

The golden thread flickered, pulling Gui Yuan's side.

Gui Yuan paused the time with ease, took the story book, called Yan Jun to repair the astrolabe for him, and then brought Fei Moth into the reincarnation gate.

-

There is a hidden temple in the deep mountains of the south of the Yangtze River, and the ancient Buddha with a green lamp said to take refuge.

It was snowy and cold in winter, and the sweeping monk just opened the door in the morning, and saw the swaddling baby that was almost submerged in the snow outside the door, and quickly squatted down to pick up the baby.

When I lifted the quilt, I saw that the baby was still alive.

The old abbot showed the child his destiny, stroked his white beard, and said, "Let's call him Guiyuan, a child with spiritual roots."

In the sixth year of Guiyuan's entry into the Forbidden City, he ran to the back mountain for fun, picked up a little white fox that could talk, and secretly hid it in his meditation room.

"Little fox, eat more." Gui Yuan stroked the little fox's soft fur while feeding it apples.

This fox is strange to say, it doesn't eat meat at all, it only eats fruit, and it doesn't even want the mushroom noodles brought back to Guiyuan.

The little fox held the apple in its two front paws and gnawed on the apple. It took a long time to eat half of the apple with its sharp mouth, and then let go of its paws: "I can't do it, I'm so tired."

Gui Yuan squeezed the little fox's paw: "Then save it for the next meal, Master said, a good boy has to eat by himself."

"But I'm a fox..." The little fox looked at Gui Yuan tearfully, with both paws resting on Gui Yuan's hand, and the big tail on the back rubbed against Gui Yuan's thigh.

"Well... well, this is the last time." Gui Yuan was bribed by the furry paws and tail, picked up the apple and handed it to the little fox's mouth, and fed it little by little.

In fact, the little fox would come out like this every time he ate, and he hadn't moved much since he knew that Guiyuan would feed him if he was acting like a baby. If he didn't remember to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon to cultivate, he might be fattening into a ball.

After feeding the apples, Gui Yuan picked up the little fox, weighed it, touched the fleshy belly of the little fox, and asked doubtfully, "Little fox, have you gained weight?"

The little fox spread out in Gui Yuan's arms, and lazily turned over: "I'm a fox, I won't get fat."

Gui Yuan tilted his head and muttered, "Will it be?"

The temple is called Qingshan Temple. There are a lot of people who come to pray for Buddha on weekdays, and the money for incense burns is very high. When there are too many people, the temple is easy to get dirty. Therefore, Guiyuan has not been with Little Fox for a long time and has to go out to clean the front yard again.

Sometimes the women who come to offer incense see that he looks good, so they will give more money for incense, and then secretly tell the abbot to buy some candy figurines for their children. Children like to eat these.

However, the abbot explained over and over again that Gui Yuan would not be able to eat sweets, and he would still give more incense money next time he came.

The seniors would sometimes bring back some delicious food for Gui Yuan. At first, Gui Yuan wanted to take it and share it with the little fox, but after knowing that it didn't eat anything other than fruit, he kept it for himself.

It was hot in midsummer, and there were fewer people walking around. After he was free, Gui Yuan couldn't help but go back to his room to touch the fox, and his senior brother saw him later.

"Junior brother, why do you keep foxes in your room? Are you not afraid of smell?" Senior brother asked while lying on the window of Guiyuan.

Gui Yuan hurriedly hid the little fox behind him: "This, this..."

The senior brother stretched out his hand and patted Gui Yuan's bald head: "Okay, if you want to raise it, you have to tell Master. If you really want to raise it for many years, at least you have to have a name."

The little fox suddenly poked his head out: "I have a name, and my name is Fei Mo."

"Oh, this is still a vixen!" The brother exclaimed, "It's terrible, brother, you really have to tell the master that raising a fox is no problem, this vixen..."

Monks don't speak too harsh words, so the senior brother just clicked as far as he could, and took Fei Mo to the abbot of Qingshan Temple.

The senior brother knocked on the door: "Master, I have something to ask, can I go in?"

The abbot opened the door and let them in: "Come in... yo, Guiyuan raised a little fox?"

"Master, this is a vixen, isn't it good to keep it in the temple?" The senior brother pulled Gui Yuan to sit on the futon, with the abbot sitting on the head.

"Fox spirit?" The abbot twirled the beads with a smile, "What's the name of the little fox?"

The little fox sat upright in front of Gui Yuan, putting his tail against his front paws: "My name is Fei Mo, the red Fei, the moth of a moth."

The old abbot smiled and said, "Hey, why did you choose such a name? The meaning of this name is not good."

"My mother said that a poor name is easy to support." The little fox mentioned that mother's soldiers flicked their tails, looking very happy.

"Hehehe..." The old abbot touched Fei Mo's hairy head, "Then, is Fei Mo's benefactor willing to stay in Qingshan Temple? Even though Gui Yuan brought you back, the benefactor must be willing."