The world's first fairy gate

Chapter 78

The two stood side by side on the top of the mountain, the wind was howling, and the world was mighty.

Yun Fang said: "Brother, I want to ask you to do something for me against your conscience."

"You said."

"After I leave, if I don't come back, I have to trouble my brother to take care of Qiu Han for me. If there is a way, I will cut out his memory, seal off his cultivation, and send him to be a mortal."

Hong Lan turned her head and fixedly looked at him.

A lot of words and sentences flicked in his chest, but every sentence was useless, Hong Lan finally only said slowly: "Okay."

Only then was Yun Fang satisfied, "Thank you, senior brother."

After thinking for a while, he slapped his head again, "By the way, Zixiao Mountain, if senior brother is free, why don't you come back and take over the position of Immortal Seat? It will only take thousands of years, and there should be few immortals in the world. By then, senior brother Then go to have fun with my teacher and sister-in-law."

"it is good."

After chattering for a while and explaining various things, Yunfang still couldn't get enough of it, and said: "I think about it, Zixiao Mountain, Mr. Nie, Zhou Hong... are all about the same, oh yes, and there are many good teas hidden in my pavilion... ..."

Unbearable, Honglan interrupted, "We'll talk about it when you come back!"

Yun Fang blinked slowly, and then smiled softly after a while.

The smile quickly dissipated in the cold air in the mountains.

"I'm just saying if."

He didn't want to talk about it anymore, but turned his head with a smile, and said to Honglan: "Forget about it, brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I actually miss you very much."

What he said was thoughtless, Hong Lan didn't understand what he meant, didn't they see each other every day these days?

Yun Fang said with a smile: "I have given blessings to those I don't know, I can't favor one over another, I have a meeting gift to give to my senior brother."

Hong Lan was puzzled.

Yun Fang stretched out his hand, and tapped Honglan's forehead lightly with his knuckles.

There was originally a bright red magic pattern between Hong Lan's eyebrows, but driven by his divine power, the magic pattern gradually faded.

Hong Lan was completely stunned.

Chiyou's body was covered with ten thousand years of resentment, which had been tormented day and night, and all of it dissipated at this moment.

He lightened all over, raised his hand inconceivably, and looked over and over again. The raised meridians on the back of his hand were all flattened, blood color rose, and his complexion, which was so pale that it was not like a living person, returned to the appearance of an ordinary person, and it was smooth and flawless. A scar.

The bulging knots shrunk, and his body shrank a little, unable to wrap around the large black cloak, which fell off and piled up at his feet.

The wind blows, the black hair on the temples flutters, and a pair of eyes that are always strange mixed with a bit of melancholy and a bit of smile are exposed.

This is the radiant Zixiaoshan senior brother, Hong Lan.

Yun Fang looked at his senior brother with a smile.

It really hasn't been seen for a hundred years.

Disasters come one after another, but fortunately now we have a head, the senior brother has come to the end of the end of the road, walked to the dark willows, saw a Taoyuan, and the dust has settled, and he has fallen into the gentle world with his beautiful family. freedom and pleasure.

In this way, the homelessness of the first half of life is offset.

It can be considered complete.

It's a pity that the way of balancing the two poles runs through the whole process. Yun Fang felt that he was too chic in the first half of his life, so that he would have to suffer in the days to come.

He stepped out of the mountains and headed towards the boundless world, "I'm leaving."

Xie Qiuhan felt that he had slept for a long time, opened his eyes, and came to a dark place.

He was at a loss, not knowing where he was, and not knowing the cause and effect.

He just kept walking obsessively, and finally saw a little fluorescent light not far away.

He was very happy, quickened his pace, and soon came to the fluorescence.

It was a jade statue half as tall as a man, sitting cross-legged in meditation, with a benevolent face.

After seeing this jade statue, he realized that the word compassion is very appropriate. Because of the suffering of all living beings, he aroused the compassion of Bodhi, so it is compassion.

He tilted his head and stared at the jade statue for a while, feeling familiar.

Looking at it, the jade statue opened its eyes.

Those eyes were radiant and generous, which made him startled, and he took two steps back suddenly, and suddenly remembered - this is the jade statue of Emperor Yu!

Those eyes just glanced at him briefly, then closed again immediately, a male voice rang in his head: "You are not destined, let's go."

What does it mean that he is not a man of destiny?

Xie Qiuhan was taken aback for a moment, and was hit to the ground by the light of the jade statue.

He fell to the ground, opened his eyes suddenly, and remembered the saint's inheritance.

A burst of anger burst out.

Driven by this anger, he stood up and walked towards the jade statue, "Who do you want!"

The jade statue ignored him, and another ray of light came over.

Xie Qiuhan was knocked down and got up again, and this cycle happened countless times.

The jade statue finally opened its eyes again, looked at him, and said sadly, "Why bother, kid."

Xie Qiuhan gritted his teeth and said, "You don't care if I suffer or not, I want it!"

After the words fell, the world suddenly fell silent.

The jade statue disappeared before his eyes.

Xie Qiuhan fell towards him, caught in an infinite fall.

He bit the tip of his tongue, using the pain to wake himself up until the blood flowed from his mouth and dripped to the ground.

Where the blood fell, a curtain slowly opened, and then turned into a group of mountains.

The male voice sounded in his head again: "Forget it, let's go."

The scene suddenly changed.

Xie Qiuhan fell into the [-] mountains, shuttled through countless beacon fires, and fell to the ground suddenly, falling into the corpses and rubble on the ground.

He got up and looked around, all he could see were corpses piled up into hills and streams of fire constantly emerging from the ground.

Those corpses were strangely shaped, with green faces and tusks, people with three heads and one leg, cows with a horse's face, women with a huge tumor hanging down their chins, etc. Any one of them would be a nightmare for children and scare them to wet the bed.

Xie Qiuhan's eyes widened, but he leaned closer instead, fiddled with it without getting too dirty, his mind flashed, and he matched the nouns in the ancient books one by one.

These are the remnants of the ancient times!

Saint inheritance?

What is the inheritance of a saint! ?

Xie Qiuhan stumbled across the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​corpses, climbed up the mountains, staggered and hugged the big rock on the mountain, and looked into the distance.

Nowhere is safe, there is disaster everywhere, there is death everywhere, and there is screaming everywhere.

In mid-air, two giants were fighting, and while the blood was flying, they cursed at each other with words that Xie Qiuhan couldn't understand.

They fought, causing harm to the fish in the pond. The wind, thunder, rain, snow, and electricity kept changing. Sometimes the ground was a sea of ​​fire, and sometimes it was frozen soil.

At the critical moment, the red giant kicked the other one hard into the spine of the mountains, and the mountains buzzed and howled in pain.

Xie Qiuhan's pupils constricted—the god of water, Gonggong, and the god of fire, Zhu Rong, led the army to fight, and the Buzhou Mountain collapsed during the battle.

At this moment, the mountain peak under his feet was cut off in half, and he fell to the side. A huge meteorite smashed down on his head, carrying sparks, and crashed down.

He avoided it and was hit straight on—but it didn't hurt.

The scene before Xie Qiuhan's eyes changed immediately.

He came to the foot of the mountain, outside a cave.

The surroundings were quiet, and the scene of dire straits just now seemed to be just his hallucination.

He heard some whispered conversations.

Xie Qiuhan walked in.

In the cave, there is an altar. Many races of different shapes surround the altar. The speaker in the middle has a human head and a snake body. The two look exactly the same, but one is feminine and the other is masculine. Male and female can be distinguished by temperament.

Xie Qiuhan immediately understood that this was Fuxi and Nuwa. It was rumored that Fuxi and Nuwa were brothers and sisters who were all transformed by the brothers and feet of the father god Pangu.

He still can't understand the old saying.

I saw that all races were ready to kill, calmly going to death, and the blood flowed slowly along the two ends of the altar.

In the center, two ancient gods circled around a disc, which gradually differentiated into two poles, forming the shape of a Tai Chi yin and yang fish.

On that Tai Chi, Liangyi was born, one section belonged to Fuxi, and the other section belonged to Nuwa. Their snake tails gradually merged with Yuanpan, entangled with each other, but with clear boundaries.

The disc gradually rose, with two appearances and four images, and golden runes were constantly washing in the air.

In the dark, Xie Qiuhan knew that it was the way of heaven.

Just at this moment, a child with long hair stumbled and ran past him.

The child squeaked and pointed at the central altar, crying non-stop.

His tears melted into the altar together with the blood of the adults, into the two poles and four images, but he was shackled by the invisible hand, so he could only cry on his own.

Xie Qiuhan couldn't bear it, stepped forward and pulled Xiao'er, covering his eyes.

But the kid spoke up.

Now he finally understands:

"Father God Pangu created the world, created the universe with the body as the boundary, and the soul as the way..."

Xie Qiuhan was stunned for a moment... He let go of the child's hand naturally.

This is Emperor Yu.

The child took a step back and transformed into a simple-looking adult with thick earlobes and kind eyes.

Xie Qiuhan said respectfully, "I have seen Emperor Yu."

Emperor Yu just nodded slightly, and continued: "In ancient times, the gods fought melee, and the way of heaven was broken. The gods sacrificed their lives to make up for their mistakes. Among them, Fuxi and Nuwa used their bodies as the furnace and divided it into two halves, one half for cause and effect. Half of it is reincarnation, and the combination is the way of heaven. The two were buried together to nourish the way of heaven.

Xie Qiuhan naturally looked at the altar next to him, presumably this is the scene of "the gods sacrifice their lives for martyrdom" in Emperor Yu's mouth.

Emperor Yu also looked at the sacrifices of the ancestors at the altar, and said with compassion: "However, after the two gods were martyred, wars broke out again, and the efforts of the ancient gods were ruined."

Xie Qiuhan was taken aback, "What?"

"Jiuli and Yanhuang competed for hegemony, broke the seal of Buzhou Mountain, the Jiuli tribe destroyed the way of reincarnation, got ten thousand ghosts as their army, and the way of heaven collapsed."

The altar and the cave were scattered and blurred, leaving only two people floating in the void.

Emperor Yu said: "The gods have worked hard and sacrificed their lives for the way they took, and it was abolished because of the war. At that time, I was still a little boy, but Fuxi's eyes were favored by the God, and I got the oracle. The God foretold the disaster. It has been passed down to me that the Nine Forms of Great Evolution, the nine rings are closely intertwined, mutual generation and mutual restraint, can maintain the balance in the world, and at the same time, order me to bury his bones in the secret place for him, when the opportunity comes, there will be good fortune."

Xie Qiuhan asked: "What kind of chance?"

Dayu shook his head, and said pitifully, "I am not the person of the oracle, nor are you the person of the oracle, there is nothing to do, nothing to do..."

Pangu opened up the world, died and transformed the world, the way of heaven was broken, the gods perished, Dayu traveled all over Kyushu, and his body was broken to pieces.

No matter how noble and lofty the gods are, they cannot escape helplessness.

The world is not benevolent, and all things are humble dogs.

Exactly, helpless also.