Hong Huang: The days when I was the chief of Jujiao

Chapter 57 Sanqing's Dao Minghe imitated Nuwa【For further reading】

"Haha."

Di Jun laughed loudly, glanced at the Twelve Ancestral Witches with a little complacency, and said loudly.

"Fellow Taoist Fuxi is the number one wise man in my prehistoric age, and he has no omissions. Being able to join my Heavenly Court today shows that my Heavenly Court is the direction of the general trend. From then on, Fellow Taoist Fuxi will be the emperor of my Heavenly Court!"

Dijun's voice fell, and an invisible power of luck flew out of Fuxi's body and landed in the heaven.

For a while, Heavenly Court's luck was stronger than before.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches looked at this scene with a livid face, their eyes full of unkindness.

Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of fire, was born to master the law of fire. He was full of anger and had the most explosive temper. He was about to speak, but was stopped by Di Jiang.

Di Jiang snorted coldly and waved his sleeves, "Let's go."

After all, the real body of the ancestral witch manifested, like a yellow sac, red like a red fire, six-legged and four-winged, thick and faceless, it broke through the void in the blink of an eye, and disappeared without a trace.

The rest of the ancestral witches followed suit one after another, and they left Wa Palace in the blink of an eye.

Sanqing stood up and bowed slightly to Nuwa, "The Dao of Saints is indeed mysterious, and we have benefited a lot from it."

Nuwa quickly waved her hand, "Brother Sanqing is amazingly talented, it won't be long before he takes this step."

Soon, Sanqing also bid farewell and left, and the other quasi-sages and great powers also left.

Fuxi also followed Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi to leave Wa Palace and return to the Heavenly Court.

In the entire Wa Palace, the previous cold and quiet was restored.

Nuwa sat on the auspicious cloud of merit and virtue, murmured with a confused expression.

"The calamity is pervasive, and the liches are fighting for the front. How dangerous. In the midst of calamity, can brother really protect himself from it?"

After a long time, a long sigh came from Wa Palace.

In the chaos, Sanqing walked in front of him, and with every gesture, the quasi-sage's mana was mighty, lower than countless fire, water, and wind.

At the same time, the Twelve Golden Immortals, Duobao and others were protected to protect them from the erosion of earth, fire, water and wind.

In the crowd, Taoist Duobao hesitated again and again before whispering to Chen Xuanji.

"Brother, is it true that you lent Uncle Nuwa the Sanguang Shenshui, and Uncle Nuwa perfected the Dao of Good Fortune?"

As soon as these words came out, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit, and the Holy Mother of Wudang also became interested, and they all came together, very curious.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun also raised their ears.

I wanted to see if it was Chen Xuanji who helped Uncle Nuwa.

Chen Xuanji waved his hand, "It's all just a coincidence, even without the Sanguang Shenshui I bestowed on you, it will be a matter of time before Master Nuwa achieves the holy way."

When Duobao and the others heard this, their faces became even more envious.

Being able to help a sage to prove the way is equivalent to selling the sage's favor.

With a sage as his backing, plus his two uncles and masters, what is there to be afraid of when he walks in the prehistoric world in the future?

The Twelve Golden Immortals were also very sour in their hearts, secretly lamenting the injustice of the Dao, why did this elder brother get all the opportunities
Sanqing hurried on the road with all his strength, and soon, the group returned to Kunlun Mountain.

Sanqing told the Twelve Golden Immortals, Duobao and others to retreat and digest the sage's sermon before bringing Chen Xuanji to the Sanqing Hall.

In the Sanqing Palace, Taiqing Laozi spoke first.

"On Fengqi Mountain, you saw Nuwa proving the Tao and becoming a saint with your own eyes. What did you feel in your heart?"

Chen Xuanji replied respectfully, "Uncle Nuwa practiced mediation of good fortune, from which she comprehended the mysteries of the Dao, understood her own body, created the human race, proved the Dao and became holy, my disciples are very impressed."

Taiqing Laozi said again, "In your opinion, if we learn from Nuwa's good fortune and create a family, can we prove it?"

Chen Xuanji was stunned, and quickly shook his head, "From my disciple's point of view, it's very inappropriate. Master Nuwa mastered good fortune, cultivated the Dao of Fortune, and created the human race with the Dao of Fortune. In other words, the human race is Master Nuwa. The embodiment of the uncle's Tao, if it is a master, the master will follow, let alone whether you can prove the way and become a saint, even if you prove the way, I am afraid it will be lower than the nuwa."

Chen Xuanji knew very well that Sanqing proved the Tao through teaching.

If at this time the focus is shifted to creating human beings and proving the Tao, how many detours will it take to become a saint?

Yuan Shi and Tong Tian all nodded their heads, "That's right, each of us monks has his own way, and imitating other people's way to become a saint, I, Sanqing, can't afford to lose face."

Taiqing asked again, "Then what do you think, where is the opportunity for me and your uncle and master to prove the Tao?"

Chen Xuanji was slightly startled. Sanqing, like Nuwa, was sanctified by meritorious deeds.

It's just that Sanqing is different from Nuwa. Sanqing is to establish religion and become holy.

But at this time, the Dao of Sanqing is not yet clear. Even if he speaks out the method of establishing a religion and becoming a saint, it may be difficult for Sanqing to become a saint.

Besides, I am also afraid of revealing the secret in advance and being discovered by Daozu.
Chen Xuanji shook his head hastily, "The Dao of Saints is obscure and difficult to understand, disciples don't know."

Taiqing sighed, "Go down."

"Yes, Master."

After Chen Xuanji saluted, he slowly exited the Hall of Sanqing.

"Nuwa enlightened the Dao, proved the Dao and became a saint. As a senior brother, we are also transformed by the Pangu Great God Yuanshen, so we should work hard."

Taiqing let out a mouthful of turbid air, his figure turned into foam and disappeared into the Hall of Sanqing.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, Tongtian looked at each other, and each of them disappeared, and returned to Yuqing Palace, Shangqing Palace.

After leaving the Sanqing Palace, Chen Xuanji didn't stay too long, and went straight back to the cave, and started to practice.

He had a hunch that it took thousands of years to condense the top three flowers and prove the Taiyi.

At the same time, there was a sea of ​​blood in the nether world, and the waves of blood were surging to the sky. The ancestor of Minghe sat on the twelfth-grade fire red lotus, his eyes were dim.

"Nuwa can create a human race, and her merits prove the Tao. Why can't I, my ancestor, learn from Nuwa and create a family in this bloody sea of ​​darkness to prove the Tao?"

As he thought about it, Styx's eyes became brighter. He had this idea before, and after hearing Nuwa's sermon in Wa Palace, he became more confident in this idea.

The next moment, Styx plunged into the depths of the sea of ​​blood and began to study.

On the 33rd day, in the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Emperor Dijun summoned the ten demon saints, the demon master Kunpeng, and the 360 ​​five Daluo Jinxian demon gods, and started a ceremony of conferring.

The theme of the grand ceremony is naturally the matter of conferring Fuxi as Emperor Xihuang.

It seems that it was deliberately done to anger the Twelve Ancestral Witches. This hall was organized in a grand manner. It took more than a hundred years from the beginning to the end.

From Honghuang to the monks of the earth immortals, to the quasi-sages, all of them knew that the great god Fuxi had become the emperor of heaven.

Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall, and twelve ancestor witches gathered together.

Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of the fire, looked up at 33 Chongtian, clenched his fists, and shouted angrily, "The three-legged old bird is too deceitful. Do you really think that my Wu clan dare not fight in the heaven?"

Di Jiang waved his hand to signal Zhu Rong to be safe and not to be impatient, then looked at Hou Tu, Xuan Ming said worriedly.

"Fuxi became the emperor of heaven, and everyone in the prehistoric world knows it. Now the worry is whether Nuwa will secretly help the demon clan because of Fuxi's relationship."

Xuanming, Houtu shook his head, "Don't worry, brother, Nuwa clearly said that she would not help our witch and demon clan back then on Fengqi Mountain."

Only then did Di Jiang heave a sigh of relief, "That's good, without the help of the saints, the Yaozu would not be able to thrive."

(End of this chapter)