One person transforms the gods into the heavens

Chapter 408: The gods are passed down from ancient times to the present

"Hey, little junior brother, are you finally willing to give up?" Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

"Decades of fishing, decades of planning, decades of enlightenment, and now I have finally achieved something. What are you doing here if you don't get out of seclusion?" Lu Chun said modestly.

"Looking at my junior brother's happy expression, from now on, the sea will be as wide as fish can leap, and the sky is as high as birds can fly." Zhang Zhiwei joked, vaguely alluding to Lu Chun's purpose.

"Cultivation of the Tao, enlightenment, whether it is a corner, or whether the times are changing, it is all a matter of seeking. If you sharpen your sword for ten years, you will eventually gain something."

Lu Chun smiled calmly, and a line of light and shadow separated from his body, constantly changing his appearance, turning into the appearance of an ancestor, human emperor.

Wearing jade-colored robes, a silver crown on his head, and clothes with dark patterns of nine dragons, his skin is fair, his figure is tall, and his eyes are as bright as a torch.

The red shadow of the phoenix eyes, the gleaming golden pupils, the lips like pill beads, countless principles and rules intertwined around the body, just like the intertwining of divine chains of order, and the innate gossip flashed in the eyes.

The Flowing Light Dao Wheel hangs behind his head, and an aura of majesty and elegance hits his face.

He bowed slightly and said, "I have met this deity."

Lu Chun also nodded slightly to show respect and said: "Fuxi, please go to Wudang Mountain and find that boy Wang Ye."

"Otherwise, this universal feast wouldn't be much less interesting!"

"Haha, I, all heroes see the same thing, so I'll go too!"

Fuxi put away his vision, dressed up in modern clothes, and transformed into a handsome young man, then transformed into a golden dragon shadow and soared into the sky.

"Junior brother, what is this?!!"

Zhang Zhiwei put up a pergola with his hands and looked at the retreating dragon shadow like an old naughty boy.

Lu Chun said meaningfully: "It's Fuxi or not Fuxi, but no matter how you divine it in the interior, he only has one identity, and that is Fuxi."

"Now Wang Ye is having some fun. It's interesting, so interesting." Lu Chun said playfully.

Lu Chun was looking forward to Wang Ye using Fenghou Qimen to divine Fuxi's identity after meeting Fuxi, and finally came up with a result that was simply unbelievable.

"Junior brother, what on earth is going on? Stop showing off!" Zhang Zhiwei quickly asked.

"To put it simply, through the analysis of the rules of heaven and earth, I have mastered a certain amount of authority over heaven and earth, and the interior scene can be considered a part of this world."

"By adjusting the interior scenery, I allowed Fuxi to obtain a 'legal identity', which is equivalent to giving a car a license plate."

"And the choice of this legal identity is that I let Fuxi replace Fuxi, exchanging the fake for the real."

Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but think about it carefully. He lowered his head and pondered: "I seem to have heard of a similar method. It is a method used by Shuzimen to replace identities with birth dates and horoscopes to conceal the secrets of heaven."

"However, this is the first time I've seen someone like Junior Brother You who directly replaces a legendary figure."

Lu Chun shook his head and said, "What is true is also false when it is false. Who can tell the difference between what is true and what is false?"

Only Lu Chun himself knew that in a world under one person, he had reached the point where he could stir up the so-called secrets of other people with just a thought.

He said Fuxi is true, then he will always be true.

A secret?
Or the way of heaven?

Use the faith of sentient beings as a guide to lead the true spirit of Fuxi into your body. Fuxi is me, and I am not Fuxi.

If acting as a god is a scam, what will happen if this scam becomes true now?
The gods are passed down from ancient times to the present!
At this moment, Lu Chun seemed to feel something in his heart. He looked at the Jade Emperor Daojun who was far above the sky, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Let’s try it out with Fuxi’s clone first!
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Wudang Mountain has many peaks and mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist. The peaks tower into the clouds and are majestic. A golden dragon shadow flashes across the horizon.

Wang Ye, a boy who overestimated his ability, performed a divination a month ago and started bleeding from his seven orifices. Now he is constantly taking medicine every day.

My body is weak and my bones are weak, and I have to float when I walk. When the wind blows, I am gone, so now I almost always stay in bed, and there is a Taoist boy to serve me.For Wang Ye, who is lazy by nature, he doesn't know whether it is a disaster or a blessing.

Wang Ye was lying on the bed and thought beautifully: "As the saying goes, misfortunes lie on the back of blessings, and blessings lie on the backs of misfortunes.

Now I don't have to get up early every day to do morning exercises. It's so comfortable to go back to sleep. "

Fuxi looked at Wang Ye through the window lattice and couldn't help but shake his head. Judging from Wang Ye's current ability, there was no chance of entering the Futian Jiao and getting a good ranking.

The other clones have accepted many disciples, and they were all accepted several years ago.

In comparison, I only had less than three months.

Wang Ye was still deducing the secret of life and death, and made his body look like this.

Difficult!

What should I do if I suddenly dislike this apprentice?
But after all, it was the arrangement of the deity, and Fuxi had to obey, so he sighed and expressed his helplessness.

"You like sleeping, don't you? Then I might as well give you a sweet dream!" Fuxi said with a bad smile.

Immediately, a Fuxi-style Jiuxiao ring-shaped qin appeared in Fuxi's hand. The fingers of his right hand crossed the qin, and his middle finger flicked inward, like a solitary owl looking at the crowd.

A clear wave of spiritual sound emerged, and the sound of jade and gold penetrated the clouds and echoed endlessly.

Fuxi's eyebrows are slightly raised, cranes are dancing in the empty court, wind is blowing light clouds, flying dragons are catching clouds, swimming fish are waving their tails, turtles are coming out of the water, harriers are flying and so on.

There is no music score, it seems like I am trying out the piano.

But Wang Ye's expression changed in his sleep according to the music of the piano, and he could be happy, sad, annoyed, or angry.

At this moment, the strings of the piano are like heartstrings, changing with Fuxi's random plucking, gently twisting and slowly twisting, torturing people's hearts.

"Ah~"

"Don't~"

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Wang Ye screamed and woke up from his sleep. He sat up in shock, his pale face was covered with sweat, there was no color at all, and his whole body was soaked.

The Taoist boy who was napping aside was also startled by Wang Ye and asked hurriedly: "Senior Brother Wang Ye, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Ye wiped the sweat on his forehead with his Taoist robe, and breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "It's okay, I just had a few nightmares, the kind of dream within a dream, it was too real."

"Senior brother, what are you dreaming about?"

Wang Ye shook his head. Seeing that he didn't want to answer, the Taoist boy couldn't ask any more questions.

Wang Ye felt uneasy and said to the Taoist boy: "Junior brother, please go out first. I want to be alone for a while."

The Taoist boy said with a worried look on his face: "Okay, I'll leave first, but Grand Master has told me that you must not make any hexagrams again."

Wang Ye smiled guiltily and said, "How can I? I'll just be quiet for a while and then go back to sleep."

After seeing the Taoist boy go out, Wang Ye quickly put his five hearts toward the sky and was about to perform a hexagram.

As the saying goes, if you think about something, you will dream at night.

Generally speaking, if a warlock has a nightmare, something is definitely wrong and it's probably an omen.

Fuxi was also a little curious as to how successful Wang Ye's Fenghou Qimen was.

(End of this chapter)