Creation of the whole people: the beginning creates chaos

Chapter 257
Just when Hong Yun was expressing emotion, those golden-red clouds condensed and compressed, turning into a book.

The author of the book is the sage, and the person who wrote the book is collectively called the sage.

This is the treasure of Hongyun's enlightenment, and the companion treasure of the Dao of Saints. Although it does not belong to the innate class, it is not inferior to the innate treasure.

"This, this is..."

Zhen Yuanzi on the side looked a little straight, such a f*ck can get such a good treasure, and immediately looked at his friend Hongyun Patriarch with great envy, of course, there was no sign of jealousy.

In addition to being delighted at the enlightenment of my friend, I am also delighted at being able to obtain this treasure. Of course, it would be a lie to say that I am not envious.

This level of treasure is extremely gratifying to everyone.

"The book of saints, the way of saints is written on it. I have left [-] records on it. I don't know if someone in future generations can add some new chapters to it."

Hong Yun looked at the book with a doting face, and stretched out his hand to caress it carefully, as if this book was his most important thing.

In fact, this is also the case. In the world, anyone who walks the way of a saint will have their stories secretly recorded on it, which will be passed on to future generations and guide everyone.

Just like the two moral classics in the human race, it's just that the road is different.

There is no precedence in the way, and those who have mastered are teachers.

Today's Hongyun has finally caught up with Taishang and has become the pioneer of the Saint's Way.

"I'm really proud of you, such a grand event should be understood!" Zhen Yuanzi leaned over at this moment, and said with a big smile.

"It should be so!"

Hong Yun laughed and said, and then said: "Such beautiful scenery should be turned into fine wine and drunk into the stomach."

As Hong Yun's words fell, the rosy clouds in the sky were linked together by lines of cause and effect, and finally came towards Hong Yun's ninety-nine Hong Yun Scattering Soul Gourd.

"Hahahaha!"

Hongyun laughed and opened the gourd, and a suction force took all the colorful clouds from the sky into it.

At dusk, the colorful clouds enter the gourd, and it will melt into wine in an instant.

Words follow the law, and the mouth contains the title of heaven, this is a saint.

At this moment, Hongyun finally sees his original heart in the eternity, and carries the illusory sage status with his supreme merit, and finally condenses the illusory sage status into one, and achieves the real sage avenue.

From then on, there should be a saint in the prehistoric world!

Every five hundred yuan meeting, a saint will come to the world!

heaven.

Hongyun's boundless luck has already alarmed countless creatures in the world, and even the Heavenly Court was startled by this auspiciousness, which spread all the way to the Lingxiao Palace.

"saint!"

Di Jun uttered two words, and immediately transformed into the world, crossing infinite time and space, and came to Hongyun. He said impressively: "The sage came to the world to celebrate with the heavens. I hereby sincerely invite the sage Hongyun to enter the heavenly court for a speech. Zhenyuan Zidao Friends can also go."

Hearing the words, Hong Yun saluted immediately and said: "Praise Your Majesty, since His Majesty invited you, how can Hong Yun refuse?"

"Since that's the case, then let's go on a journey together!"

Zhen Yuanzi also said with a smile.

The emperor of heaven, Dijun, always acts kindly to others, that is to say, to himself. Under Dijun's invitation, Hongyun naturally agreed without hesitation.

……

"Every five hundred yuan meeting, there will be a saint. This time can be short, but not long. That is to say, at the latest at the five hundred yuan meeting, a saint will be born..."

Ye Xuan frowned, looking up at the avenue, since the appearance of the avenue of saints, something that should have happened in the dark.

And he sensed it from inside, every five hundred yuan meeting, a saint will come to the world.

A one-yuan society is equal to [-] years, and a five-hundred-yuan society is [-] million years. Every such a long period of time, a saint will come into the world.

It has to be said that from the perspective of time, saints are much rarer than monks in the realm of chaos.

"The human race is weak now, and there are only a few people in the Primordial Realm who are still in the prehistoric..." Ye Xuan looked at the human race below, frowning a little. The human race still needs some means to be stolen.

"Teaching a man to fish is worse than giving him a fish. Since the human race didn't help when they were weak, why do they need to do it again now..."

As soon as he was about to make a move, Ye Xuan immediately dismissed the idea.

Ye Xuan frowned. He still couldn't think of what the human race lacked. The human race was talented and powerful, and they built a human family similar to the dragon race. Of course, the human race called it a dynasty.

Today is the Sui Dynasty, the Renhuang Suiren family.

"Yes! There is still a lack of words!"

Ye Xuan slapped his head fiercely. Inheritance in the human race is passed down through Taoism or direct word of mouth or mind, but the Chinese characters that Ye Xuan is most familiar with are missing.

Chinese characters are undoubtedly the essence of human beings, and they are characters that have carried countless years.

Today's human race lacks a language belonging to its own race.

"In the past, the demon master Kunpeng created the Yaozu characters and became holy immediately. He became the teacher of the world's monster clans. Although Emperor Jun wiped away Kunpeng's thoughts from the source of endless time and space, the remaining monster characters can be seen. But it has truly become a model of the rules written by the Heavenly Court." Ye Xuan muttered to himself, obviously appreciating Kunpeng's contribution.

However, the contribution belongs to the contribution, and the way of heaven also rewarded its merits, so that it can be sanctified immediately. Just creating a racial language can prevent it from making the forty-eight great wishes like the two saints in the West, and there is no need to establish a religion. It can be said that he is the most unrestrained one among many saints.

But Kunpeng insisted on putting aside his good life and going to die, to provoke the Emperor of Heaven...

When there are no written languages ​​of various ethnic groups, that is to say, they are using Daoist language, which is the most basic writing, the most basic language.

But since the Yaozu script came out, the entire Yaozu has also used this kind of script, and it has become the public script of the Heavenly Court. It can be said that if Kunpeng hadn’t sought his own death, his merits and virtues would only get bigger and bigger now...

He could have won by lying down, but he had to die.

"Cangjie created characters and became the ancestor of humanities..."

Ye Xuan muttered to himself, and settled the matter of the human race in the void.

……

Human Race, Cang Country.

Cang Jie is the younger brother of Cang Wang, the great king of the Cang Kingdom. He was born with double pupils, just like Shi Yi, the younger brother of Shi Hao, the king of the Stone Kingdom, was born with double pupils.

His cultivation has reached the realm of Hunyuan True Self, just like Shi Yi's, but he can't step into a higher level of Hunyuan Realm, and can't really prove Hunyuan.

"Brother is fighting in the unknown space. I will protect the people of the kingdom and prevent other races from harming these people." Cangjie stands on a high place, looking down at the people belonging to Cangguo.

Every king should protect his own people, and since his elder brother is not around, naturally this responsibility falls on him.

He managed the affairs of Cangguo day after day until this day came.

"Brother Cangwang, people in the clan feel that the Dao text is too complicated, and those who have not cultivated to the Golden Immortal will not be able to tell it after all, and there are many young clansmen in the clan who have not even reached the Golden Immortal. I don't even have the qualifications for Dao Wen, if things go on like this, I'm afraid it will be very troublesome." A group of people ran over and said to Cang Jie.

Cangwangdi means Cangwang's younger brother, that is, Cangjie's family.

Cangjie enforced the law impartially and never favored others, and he was very popular, so Cangguo was temporarily ruled by him, and no one had any dissatisfaction.

The human race was born to carry the Three Thousand Ways, so it is natural to be able to write and speak Taoism, even if the cultivation base has not reached the Golden Immortal.

But with the gradual dilution of the blood, the blood of the human race is getting thinner day by day, and gradually loses this characteristic. Today's human newborns can't speak one by one, they can only learn to speak, buzzing.

But it is because of insufficient cultivation, unable to master the Taoist language, and the human race relies on the Taoist language for daily communication.

"What you said is not unreasonable, give me some time, and I will find a way to solve this matter thoroughly!" Cang Jie said, frowning.

The man was overjoyed when he heard the words, and immediately said: "Okay, then I will go down first."

He believed in the Cangjie family very much. The Cangjie family had double pupils and was born extraordinary. His prestige in Cangguo was even greater than his elder brother Cangwang. Everyone believed that the double pupils were a sacred symbol, and the human race was comparable Sacredness, the sacredness among the human race is naturally extraordinary.

Cang Jie nodded and motioned for the other party to go down.

After the man left, he looked up at the sky, not knowing what he should do.

Cang Jie, who has always been extremely wise, couldn't help but fell into confusion for a while.

"Since Dao language is not good enough, it is necessary to create a language belonging to the human race, a language belonging to the human race. This is an extremely cumbersome system, but it is something that has to be done. Now it is imminent..."

Cangjie looked up at the sky, and thought of the Yaowen circulated among the Yaozu, which is the most widely circulated language in the prehistoric world except Taoism, and there is no living thing that does not know it.

Many races have also imitated the Yaozu and created their own set of characters. Although they all belong to themselves, they have never escaped the shadow of the Yaozu's characters, so they have not gained too much merit.

There are also many people in the human race who have thought about creating characters, but the characters they create are either like monster characters or useless characters, which are not recognized by heaven or human race.

After hearing this, Cangjie's first thought was to create characters.

However, it is not so easy to create characters. To produce some characters out of nothing, they have to be completely different from those of the monster race, so as to prevent the human race from being affected by the luck of the monster race's writing.

From that day on, Cangjie lived without a fixed place and began to wander around.

Cang Jie traveled all over the mountains, rivers and rivers, all over the world, up to the sky beyond the clouds, and down to the blue sky of Jiuyou, he traveled all over again.

"Which existence created the Yaozu script? Some say it is the Emperor of Heaven, some say it is the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, but these are not. If they created it, they will definitely not deny it..."

"Which of the existing talents is really the best in the world, no matter how I think about it, no matter how I think about it, I always feel that the characters of the monster race stand in my heart like mountains of indecision, unable to surpass, unable to get rid of..."

Cang Jie muttered to himself, looked up at the sky, suddenly two lines of blood and tears flowed out from his heavy pupils, he didn't care about the blood and tears, but started to close his eyes and meditate.

……

Ye Xuan looked at Cangjie's family below him, and couldn't help but muttered to himself: "Cangjie shed blood and tears first when he created characters. Is this because he spent his whole life trying to get rid of Tianwen..."

In fact, apart from the creation of Yao Wen by the demon master Kunpeng, Emperor Jun also improved it a bit. Di Jun took the Yao Wen created by Kunpeng as the general outline, collected the Yao Wen from endless years as the backbone and flesh and blood, Its perfection and devotion to beauty have led to today's Yaowen.

It is not so much the original demon script, but rather astronomy, which is the script used by the heavenly court.

Astronomy is all-encompassing and inexhaustible, which makes it impossible for the languages ​​of all ethnic groups to surpass it.

"That's right. After all, it was improved by Emperor Jun. It is too difficult to create a set of later generations of characters that transcend astronomy in the non-hundred realm..." Ye Xuan shook his head and remained silent. Can Cangjie create it? He wasn't sure either.

Anyway, he knew that if Cangjie couldn't create these words with his own strength, then he would go to help him.

The humanities are determined, what Ye Xuan said, even Jesus can't stop it!

……

[-] years later.

The blood from Cangjie's pupils had drained long ago, his eyes were also blind, those pupils were also destroyed, and he no longer had the slightest divine power.

But his cultivation is still there, his realm is still there, and he is still the existence of the Hunyuan True Self realm.

On this day, he began to walk slowly towards Cangguo, step by step day by day, step by time and space.

Behind him, one after another of robbery clouds condensed behind him, following closely, unable to shake off.

It was not until many years later that he finally reached Cangguo.

In these years, he has been walking in the endless wilderness, in order to create human characters, characters that belong to the human race, and Cangguo is the last stop, and Cangguo Cangcheng is the last place.

Cangguo, Cangcheng.

"Brother Cangjie?! What's wrong with your eyes?!" The man who had previously told Cangjie about the human language had thought he had a solution when he saw Cangjie return, but now he found that Cangjie's eyes Hitomi was actually blind, his eyes were extremely cloudy, and the double pupil was no longer there.

He blamed himself so much that he burst into tears. A good grown man cried bitterly in the street, muttering to himself that if he knew it now, he shouldn't have reported that matter to Brother Cangwang.

Even though the people around him kept comforting him, he still cried bitterly.

But Cangjie did not speak, and continued to walk towards the place where Cangguo sacrificed heaven and earth step by step.

Behind him, everyone followed one after another, because they sensed that Cangjie's state was not right, and they were afraid that something might happen, so they all followed behind.

Whether it was the man's bitter cry or the many comforts from others, he didn't open his mouth.

Step by step, step by step.

In this way, the Cangjie family finally came to the ancestral temple of King Canggong and came outside the palace.

Those people who had followed behind him before had already numbered tens of thousands. These people followed into the palace one by one, not daring to approach the Taimiao, and knelt down in front of the Taimiao.

Cang Jie stepped up to the high platform step by step, and came to the sacrificial tripod.

At this moment, the situation changed.

Billowing dark clouds roared in, and the color of the sky and the earth changed. Among them, thunder billowed, intertwined and twinkling, as if declaring to the world that he was not to be trifled with.

At this moment, the dark clouds transform into dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns, and there are various ferocious beasts, and there are also various auspicious beasts.

"Walking all over mountains, rivers, all corners of the world, have you finally realized it..." Ye Xuan muttered to himself in the void, his heart was quite agitated, he finally witnessed with his own eyes what is called Cangjie's creation of characters.

In my previous memory, this was just a myth and legend, and I laughed it off as a story.

But now, he is the guide of the story and the spectator of the story. He has witnessed too many historical myths and created many historical myths.

The world was created by him, not by him.

These stories seem to be set up by his guidance, but they are not set up by his guidance.

In the long flow of time, it seems that everything is set by him, and it seems that behind everything, there is a big hand manipulating what he set...

"After years of hard thinking and meditation, all the blood was drained, and the double pupils were crying blind, and finally comprehended these words..." Perhaps only Ye Xuan knew what Cang Jie experienced. at this point.

Although Cang Jie was blinded in his hard thinking, he also thought of the characters that belonged exclusively to the human race, the characters that were completely born out of the astronomical characters of the monster race.

The characters of the human race are embodied according to the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, lakes and seas, everything.

Just like a big mountain, looking at the peaks from a distance, the shape formed is the word "mountain" of the human race.

At this point, Cangjie embodied many images in his mind into words, and once again comprehended every inch of the prehistoric land with his own Taoist rhyme. This perception lasted for another three thousand years.

……

Cangguo, Cangcheng, Ancestral Temple.

"road!"

The Cangjie family has not spoken for more than three thousand years, and this opening is a word of Tao.

"Roar!"

"Chirp!"

"hiss!"

"cry!"

"Fuck!"

Following Cang Jie's words of Tao, all kinds of ferocious and auspicious beasts formed by the dark clouds in the sky began to neigh one after another, as if they were celebrating the heaven and the earth.

And as Cang Jie's words fell, a word that had never appeared before appeared in the sky, it was the word "Tao"!

It is the Tao word belonging to the human race!It is the only systematic writing in the prehistoric world besides Yao Wen and Dao Wen!

"sky!"

Cangjie has a title of heaven in his mouth, and every time he utters a word, a great way will be generated in the dark, and it will be manifested, which saves Cangjie's own hands.

"land!"

"people!"

With the drop of the word "herringbone", the endless dark clouds in the sky turned into a golden cloud of auspicious clouds and virtues.

All the forces in the prehistoric world were attracted by Cangguo Cangcheng, and all the saints turned their eyes to Cangjie.

(End of this chapter)