And said you're not a fairy

Chapter 157

this day.

Chen Yuan took a bag of cooked beef he bought on the street and a pot of high-quality rice wine, and took the time to pay a visit to the middle-aged Taoist priest guarding the Daojing Pavilion on the second floor.

Seeing Chen Yuan's arrival, the middle-aged Taoist priest who was sorting out the scriptures looked a little surprised.

"Why is the Daoist here?"

Seeing Chen Yuan's arrival, the other party was obviously puzzled and uneasy.

Although he and the ghost fairy Li Shaojun in the night share the same body, they are not the same person.

Therefore, he did not call Chen Yuan Brother Li, but called Chen Yuan the Daoist.

"Can't the poor come?"

Chen Yuan asked with a smile.

During the day, people came and went in the Daojing Pavilion, and many Taoist priests came to borrow and return the Taoist scriptures. Therefore, the middle-aged Taoist priest seemed very busy. After he was almost busy, the other party came to Chen Yuan with an anxious expression, and talked with Chen Yuan .

"Do you have time, have a drink with Pindao?"

Chen Yuan asked the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"It was there at the time."

The middle-aged Taoist said.

So the two came to the second floor again, and sat in front of the table where Chen Yuan and Li Shaojun often read Taoism scriptures at night.

"Prince Daoist, you and Li Xianchang are friends, and you are also a distinguished guest of Qingyang Temple, so it should be Xiaodao to entertain you."

The middle-aged Taoist took out the wine glass and carefully poured wine for Chen Yuan and himself, while speaking incoherently.

Only he knows that the Taoist priest in front of him is not only a distinguished guest of his own temple master, but also a good friend with the immortal in his body.

"Don't care who invites whom. Besides, you can invite the rats and dogs in my house. They ate a lot. When Pindao is not in Qingyang Temple, I will trouble you to take care of them and ask you to have a drink. It is poor." Dao had an idea earlier."

Chen Yuan said with a smile.

After that incident, the middle-aged Taoist priest bought a lot of snacks for Xue Niang and the little yellow dog.

Even when Chen Yuan was away, when he went to Jieyang County to find the painter Wu Yeshou to learn painting, Xue Niang and the little yellow dog, a mouse and a dog, would go straight to the second floor to find the middle-aged Taoist priest, who would feed him they.

According to Xue Niang, this middle-aged Taoist priest is a very good person.

But Xue Niang didn't know that this middle-aged Taoist priest had another identity in Ye Li.

"Master Dao, the mouse and dog you raised are quite cute. Xiao Dao has been staying in this Taoist Pavilion for a long time, and one day when he had nothing to do, he happened to see them and felt very fond of them."

The middle-aged Taoist explained.

"What's the name of the Daoist?"

Chen Yuan picked up the wine glass, drank a glass of wine with the middle-aged Taoist priest, put down the glass and asked each other.

He still doesn't know the Taoist name of this middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Return to Daoist, the name of the Xiaodao is Changyang."

The middle-aged Taoist answered Chen Yuandao.

"Since there is an immortal in your body, why don't you worship Brother Li as your teacher and follow Brother Li to practice?"

Chen Yuan asked this Taoist named Changyang.

According to his observation, this middle-aged Taoist named Changyang should be just an ordinary person, without any trace of cultivation on his body.

In other words, he didn't start practicing.

This is kind of incredible!
You must know that this body is used by Li Shaojun at night, even if this Taoist priest named Changyang is unwilling to practice, as long as Li Shaojun exercises a little at night, it is impossible for his body to not have the slightest trace of practice.

But according to what Li Shaojun said, he has already possessed the other party and shared the same body with the other party for several years.

When he was possessed, this middle-aged Taoist named Changyang must have been a young Taoist, right?

This middle-aged Taoist named Changyang is obviously the protagonist who carries the old grandfather template with him!
It's a pity that the other party didn't seize the opportunity, so that he is still an ordinary person in middle age.

"This……"

Hearing Chen Yuan ask this question, after Chang Yang put down the wine glass in his hand, he seemed to have something to hide, hesitant to speak.

"If you are interested in cultivation, you should seize the opportunity as soon as possible. Brother Li was revealed by the poor Taoist priest. The poor Taoist thinks that he will leave your body in a short time."

Chen Yuan then said again.

This is not Chen Yuan's alarmist talk. It is because although ghost immortals are not recognized as immortals among the real immortals, they are finally freed from the suffering of reincarnation. The practitioners who are closest to immortals are definitely unwilling. Trapped in a physical body for a long time.

Chen Yuan had a premonition in his heart that although it was fate that he and Li Shaojun met here, Li Shaojun would leave soon.

Chen Yuan will leave here soon, and because Xueniang has a good impression of Changyang, a middle-aged Taoist priest, he made a point of pointing him out.

As for whether he can seize the opportunity, it depends on the Taoist himself.

If some fate is missed, it is missed, just like the fate between myself and Master Lu Yan back then.

If he hadn't been favored by Lu Yan at the time, even if he had been rescued by Lu Yan, as a time traveler, he would probably have to follow the road of studying in the imperial examination in this world, but the hope of success is slim.

"Thank you, Daoist, for your suggestion."

Hearing this, Changyang didn't understand that it was Chen Yuan who was reminding him, so he immediately expressed his thanks to Chen Yuan.

"You don't need to thank the poor Taoist, the poor Taoist just said it casually, if you don't plan to practice, or if you don't want to practice, just listen to the poor Taoist's words."

Chen Yuan didn't care.

After staying on the second floor for an hour and a half, after finishing the pot of rice wine and cooked beef, Chen Yuan got up to say goodbye and leave, and Chang Yang got up to see Chen Yuan off.

late at night.

The moon rabbit hangs high.

When Chen Yuan went out again with his soul, he came to the second floor of Daojing Pavilion.

It was still the body of Taoist Changyang during the day, but he had changed to a ghost fairy.

"Su Chu, what you said to Changyang during the day was to mention Changyang?"

Li Shaojun held a volume of Daoist scriptures in his hand, and when he sensed Chen Yuan's approach, he raised his head and glanced at Chen Yuan.

"Brother Li, I just said it casually. As for whether he listens or not, it's all up to him."

Chen Yuan didn't go to get the Taoist scriptures tonight, but sat down opposite Li Shaojun and talked with Li Shaojun.

"Then you've made a mistake."

Li Shaojun laughed.

"That little Taoist priest in Changyang, he was on guard against me! At the beginning, he regarded me as a monster who robbed me. He even guarded against me when he slept at night. He put a dagger by the bed. Once I robbed him If there are any physical signs, he is ready to die with me."

"Seeing that I didn't do anything else later, he and I got along peacefully."

Then Li Shaojun said again.

"In this way, this Taoist priest named Changyang is also a ruthless person."

Chen Yuan's eyes lit up when he heard the words.

When he first came to this world, when he met that monster who practiced animal making, why not.

"Who said no!"

"However, as you said at the beginning of Su, since I know my current situation, within a year or so, I should be able to figure out a way to get out of this body, and then the little Taoist priest will no longer have to worry about it."

Li Shaojun then said again.

The gathering and parting of life are all fate.

It is fate that he shared the same body with Xiaodao Changyang, and it is also fate that he met Chen Yuan in Qingyang Temple and became best friends.

"In this way, we can only see what Changyang thinks."

Chen Yuan said beside him.

time flies.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

During these days, apart from learning painting skills from the master of painting, Chen Yuan often went to the second floor of the Taoist Pavilion to read the Taoist scriptures at night, and talked about immortals with the ghost fairy Li Shaojun.

During this period of time, his harvest is also extremely huge, not to mention his cultivation base has increased a lot, and his painting skills have also improved a lot.

……

this day.

Changchun Taoist, the master of Qingyang Temple, came to Chen Yuan's residence again to see Chen Yuan's paintings.

He had asked Chen Yuan for paintings several times, but Chen Yuan hadn't felt that his paintings could be gifted to others, so he kept putting off giving them to him.

Therefore, Taoist Changchun, the master of the temple, came to Chen Yuan every day to see Chen Yuan's paintings.

"Master Dao, your horse drawing skills have reached the pinnacle, especially the two horses you are drawing now, they can be called divine steeds, they can be called heavenly horses!"

The Changchun Taoist stood beside him, watching Chen Yuan's painting "Twin Horses" and praising Chen Yuan at the same time.

During this month, under his introduction, Chen Yuan helped to cast down demons and eliminate ghosts in the city several times. Although they were all little demons and ghosts, the reputation of Qingyang Temple in Jianghuai City increased greatly.

The people in Jianghuai City all know that there is a Taoist expert named Qingming layman who recently came to Qingyang temple. He traveled from other places.

"The art of drawing horses in the poor way has indeed improved in this month, and the things he draws have reached the point of being from mortals to immortals."

Chen Yuan put down the brush in his hand, looked at the black and white horses galloping among the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain on the drawing paper in front of him, he should be humane to Changchun.

The horses he painted in the past, although the horses are spiritual, as if they are about to come alive from the paintings, they are still ordinary horses.

Unlike the horses painted by Chen Yuan now, with flying manes and windy feet, galloping among the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, even a bystander can tell at a glance that the horses painted by Chen Yuan are not ordinary horses.

In fact, the horses that Chen Yuan draws now are all Tianma.

Although it is still some distance away from the fairy horse, it already has some characteristics of the fairy horse.

Not only has the ability to travel thousands of miles a day, but also can walk against the wind.

Chen Yuan felt that the horse he had drawn now had met the conditions for the technique of making the painting come true.

Just when the Changchun Taoist was at a loss, Chen Yuan chanted a mantra and performed the technique of making things come true through brushwork that he had practiced a long time ago, but it has been useless all the time.

Howling!
In the next moment, the Changchun Taoist heard the neighing of two horses, one black and one white, on the drawing paper on the table.

Then Taoist Changchun saw an incredible scene.

I saw the two horses in the painting, stepping on their hooves, as if they were about to break free from the drawing paper.

"Take a pen and make it come true!"

The Changchun Taoist was amazed.

Although he knew the technique of making things come true by moving the brush, it was the first time he saw someone using the technique of making things come true by using the brush to make things in the painting appear in front of his eyes.

At the moment when Changchun Taoist was amazed and stunned.

The two black and white horses on the picture scroll on the table case continued to neigh, and then the entire third floor of the Daojing Pavilion was violently blown, and all the doors and windows were blown open by the hurricane. The Changchun Taoist vaguely felt two shadows, one black and one white, coming from himself. flashed in front of my eyes.

After the strong wind subsided, the Changchun Taoist was looking at the table, the painting that Chen Yuan had just made, on the drawing paper on the table, except for the cloud-shrouded mountain top, the two horses, one black and one white, had disappeared In the painting.

Howling!
Howling!
But outside the Daojing Pavilion, the neighing of two steeds sounded successively, as if they were calling for their masters.

Changchun Taoist walked out of the room with curiosity in his heart, stood on the corridor stairs and looked down, and saw two horses in the yard outside the Daojing Pavilion, one foot long and eight feet tall, as tall as a person, with shiny hair. The mane fluttered, not like ordinary horses, but like horses from the upper realm, in the courtyard, neighing directly at the third floor of the Daojing Pavilion.

At this time, Chen Yuan was already ready, and walked out of the house with his sword box on his back.

Then he went up the stairs in the corridor on the third floor, with his toes lightly tapping the floor, his body leaped over the guardrail as light as a feather, and he jumped, landing right on the back of the white horse in the yard.

The two horses, one black and one white, seemed to be very close to Chen Yuan. After Chen Yuan landed on the white horse's back, the two white horses stretched out their heads and rushed to rub against Chen Yuan.

After stroking these two black horses and white horses very intimately for a while, he created a black horse and a white horse with his own hands, and cultivated feelings with them for a while.

Chen Yuan turned around and said to Changchun Taoist who was standing on the third floor of the Daojing Pavilion, "Taoist, do you want to go for a ride with the poor Taoist horse?"

Seeing Chen Yuan inviting him, the Changchun Taoist was a little surprised and surprised: "Can the old Taoist go with me?"

Chen Yuan nodded and said, "Of course, it happens that there is still one empty horse."

Hearing what Chen Yuan said, the Changchun Taoist also took advantage of the situation and agreed: "Then I would like to thank the Taoist priest."

He saw with his own eyes the black and white horses, both of which ran out of the paintings made by Chen Yuan. Riding such a horse was an experience he had never had in his life.

But he didn't have Chen Yuan's jumping ability, so he had to obediently walk down the stairs to the yard on the first floor, and after a lot of effort, he climbed onto the back of a black horse that was as tall as a man.

Fortunately, although he is just an ordinary Taoist priest and not a practitioner, he usually practices some physical fitness techniques. Although he is old, his body is still active, otherwise he would not even be able to mount a horse.

"Chen Yuan, take Xueniang with you."

Seeing something interesting, Xueniang climbed onto the guardrail at some point, and jumped down from the guardrail towards Chen Yuan.

Scoundrel, Chen Yuan could only open his hands and hold Xueniang in his arms.

The Changchun Taoist next to him, although it was the first time he saw the white mouse raised by Chen Yuan talking, he was not very surprised.

With Chen Yuan's supernatural powers, it is not unusual to raise a talking rat demon.

Wang Wang!

Just as Xueniang was picked up by Chen Yuan, a dog barking sounded from the third floor of Daojing Pavilion again. Not long after, the source of the sound ran from the third floor of Daojing Pavilion to the courtyard on the first floor.

"You want to go too?"

Chen Yuan looked at the little yellow dog who kept barking on the ground.

The little yellow dog nodded while barking, and kept wagging its tail.

"That won't work. There's nowhere to take you. You shouldn't go this time."

Chen Yuan directly refused.

A month later, the little yellow dog has grown up a lot, and it is now much bigger than Xueniang. It is already difficult for Chen Yuan to bring Xueniang and the little yellow dog with him at the same time.

"Master Dao, the old dao is empty here, or let the old dao take this yellow dog with him."

Just when the little yellow dog still didn't give up and kept wagging its tail on the ground to please Chen Yuan, the Changchun Taoist suggested.

"If the viewer wants to take it, he can take it with him."

Chen Yuan didn't care.

Seeing Chen Yuan's promise, the Changchun Taoist got off his horse and picked up the little yellow dog. After a lot of effort, he got back on the black horse and almost failed to get up.

Chen Yuan watched from the side and couldn't help shaking his head, because the little yellow dog is not too small now, being hugged by the Changchun Taoist at this time, it feels a bit like a dog riding a man.

And when Changchun Taoist took the little yellow dog, the young Taoist priests who heard the movement from Qingyang Temple rushed to the courtyard of Daojing Pavilion.

Then they saw an unforgettable scene in this life!
I saw my temple master and that Daoist Qingming riding on the back of a tall black and white horse, and then the black and white horse unexpectedly ran towards the sky while running with all four hooves. , it didn't take long before it turned into small dots and disappeared into the clouds.

"Did our temple master become a fairy along with Daoist Qingming and ascend to the upper realm?"

Many young Taoist priests had this incredible idea in their minds while they were stunned in place.

Otherwise, they really couldn't think of any reason to explain the miraculous scene that just happened.

And this scene was not only seen by the Taoist priests in the Qingyang Temple, but also by many people living around the Qingyang Temple.

Many people swear that they saw with their own eyes two Taoist priests from Qingyang Temple, riding two heavenly horses, one black and one white, soaring towards the sky, and among them was Taoist Changchun, the master of Qingyang Temple.

Not long after, the news that a Taoist priest in Qingyang Temple ascended to immortality on a celestial horse quickly spread throughout Jianghuai City.

(End of this chapter)