Qi Wuhuo, guided by Taishang, expressed his deep obsession and great wish.
The old man stopped stroking his beard for a long time, and finally sighed and said, "What a great aspiration, what a heart of Taoism!"
"You can see farther than your two brothers, and your vision is much greater, but this road is bound to be full of killing. If you take a wrong step, you may be completely destroyed and face many fatal disasters. The further you go, the greater the obstacles will be. Perhaps one day, you will also..."
His voice paused slightly.
Looking at the young Taoist in front of him.
It was like seeing the Great Emperor Haotian who, several eons ago, was wielding a sword and dominating an entire generation, unrivaled in the universe.
It's not that Qi Wuhuo has any relationship with this Haotian, nor is it that his current ability is really comparable to that of the Great Emperor Haotian. It's just that the old man's experience and knowledge allow him to see that the path of the young man in front of him must be full of killing, just like the path of Haotian in the past.
Maybe one day...
This sword chosen by the old man himself will also point at the old man himself.
Looking at it now, if he wants to make the five directions and five realms all unified, then one day he will have to hold the sword and face the Three Pure Ones and the Four Imperial Gods. Only by pacifying the Three Pure Ones and suppressing the Four Imperial Gods can he be worthy of the "suppression" he mentioned. However, the old man did not say these things, nor did he feel that the scene was such a bitter thing.
If one day, his disciples could reach that step, he would be very pleased.
Yuqing will lower her eyes and smile, while Shangqing will play the sword and sing wildly.
He was able to come with his sword drawn, upright and dignified, and say that his path was different!
Aren't you a fellow Taoist?
What we need is not the so-called disciples who are blessed by the master and are only for viewing and relying on the master's reputation. What's the point? What we need is the fellow Taoists who step by step, rely on themselves and come to us with dignity.
He was worried about his disciple's future, but he also knew that since he had such a wish, it was meaningless to express his so-called worry. In the end, he just stroked his beard and smiled, saying, "There are many calamities of death, no doubt."
The young Taoist answered calmly:
"The road may be far, but we must keep going; even if the road leads to death, we must keep going."
"No, it's not worthy of praise."
"Are you seeking to live? Are you seeking the truth?"
Then the old man pointed at the young Taoist priest and laughed loudly, saying, "What a pity! What a pity!"
"What a pity!"
The old man's laughter was full of joy and regret.
He looked at the eyes of the young Taoist in front of him, which were actually filled with a feeling of deep regret, but also with more kindness. He rarely praised his disciples very directly. Even though Qi Wuhuo planned to die as a son, he just said it was a good move. But at this moment, he really sighed and said:
"It's a pity that you were not born five calamities earlier, otherwise you would be worthy of being my Taoist friend."
"It's a pity that you were not born four calamities earlier, otherwise, Haotian would have taken you in as his confidant!"
The young Taoist shook his head and simply replied, "Why should I feel sorry for it?"
Then the old man stroked his beard and smiled knowingly.
Just thinking of the young Taoist's current situation, his expression became a little solemn again, and he asked:
"This time you went through the tribulation, even if there was this so-called [Taishan Mansion Lord Sacrifice], that power only allowed you to turn yin into yang, and turn death into life. You are still in the desperate situation of Fengdu City. Shangqing created 668 Taichi Lingwen, but it did not say that each Taichi Lingwen has an upper limit to contain the power of the Great Emperor, not to mention that it is a prototype created by you."
"With only this one text as a constraint, you cannot restrain the five ghost emperors even if they take the initiative to chant and create rituals."
"And the central ghost is the world's first Yin God, with the highest realm among Yin objects. It was created by the creation of heaven and earth. It will immediately detect your tricks and then kill you completely. Then it will completely turn to the South Pole for immortality. How can you break such a catastrophe?"
The young Taoist simply said, "I have my own plans."
The old man looked at him, smiled, and said, "Forget it. I see that you are 70% sure, so I won't ask any more questions. You have to walk and choose your own path. It should be so..." He stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "You entered my sect, but I never taught you any magical powers from the beginning to the end. Have you ever blamed me along the way, Wuhuo?"
The young Taoist replied: "But the teacher pointed out the direction of the Tao."
"Let the disciples hear the truth."
“Only after hearing the Tao can one ask about the Tao, practice the Tao, and realize the Tao.”
"If you hear of a minor path, you should follow it; if you hear of a major path, you should follow it. The teacher points out the direction of the supreme major path, so that the disciples can see this longest and largest path from the beginning and will not go wrong."
"If this is the case, and you still feel dissatisfied, am I being a little greedy?"
The old man looked at his disciple, smiled gently, and said:
"Just don't blame the teacher."
"You have come this far on the Path. I had originally planned to wait for you to progress step by step, and then teach you many magical powers. But your speed has exceeded my expectations, and your experiences are more dangerous than I had expected. I have lived for too long. For me, not to mention several years, even a hundred years is just a moment."
"Between you and me, it's like I just left the house not long ago, and when I turned around, I could already vaguely see your figure chasing after me."
"How can I not be happy? How can I not be surprised?"
"You want to get out of this catastrophe now. Since you already have your own method, I won't add anything more to it."
"Otherwise, it would seem like I don't believe you."
"When you break through these layers of calamities, I will teach you a method."
The young Taoist was surprised and asked, "Teacher's method?"
The old man stroked his beard and said, "Yes..."
"This method can be the weakest or the strongest. I have taught myself, accepted disciples and passed on the method, and no one has been able to obtain it."
"Yuqing and Shangqing have never existed."
"As for Xuandu, although he has mastered my alchemy method, he is not destined to have my supernatural power, which is a pity. Therefore, this method is only known by me and you. It is [one qi transformed, two, three]. I don't know its name, you can call it whatever you want. However, the realm required by this method is too high, and only those who have realized the truth can enter."
"Even if it's you, Wuhuo, you're still a little short of cultivation."
Qi Wuhuo realized:
"One Qi manifests itself. Teacher's method requires you to transform three into two, and two into one, before you can get started."
"If that's the case, then practicing in reverse is the way to achieve longevity, and whether to practice in the same direction is the method. The master's magical power should be to transform one qi into two, and then return to three. This is the means of [one qi into three], right?"
The old man seemed to have known that the young Taoist could have deduced it, so he just laughed out loud, stroked his beard and admired.
Then he said in a very encouraging tone: "Have no doubts, have no doubts, work hard to practice, and when you return from this tribulation, I will pass on my Taoism to you. Although I say pass it on to you, it is not really passing it on to you, it is just passing it on to you in name only, and I am only doing this as a "stone from another mountain" for you. Teacher is waiting for you to achieve the realm you mentioned today one day, and I am looking forward to you creating a method that surpasses my method one day."
"At that time, the teacher felt that it was a blessing for you to accept me as your teacher and embark on the path of Taoism."
"But it is my great fortune to accept you as my disciple and guide you into the Tao."
"But speaking of it..."
"This method eliminates the effect of [Stones from Other Mountains]. Five hundred years later, you may still need it."
There was a rare hint of joking in the old man's kind eyes.
Qi Wuhuo was slightly stunned, and after thinking for a while, he really didn't know what the teacher was talking about, so he could only answer:
"Teacher, your words are profound, but I don't quite understand them."
A subtle statement?!
The Supreme Master couldn't help but laugh. However, no matter how curious the young Taoist was or how he asked, he did not answer, just like when the disciple kept the secret just now. He just said, "You will know it by then."
"But, when the time comes, the teacher will ask you to give a message to the other two."
Qi Wuhuo: “???”
The Supreme Master looked at his disciple, who rarely showed his youthful innocence. His sleeves were slightly turned up, his hair and beard were white, and his expression was kind and gentle. He just smiled and said:
"Supreme Lord, you are so arrogant."
"You guys, so what?"
Such domineering words, spoken from the mouth of the old man in front of him, stunned the young Taoist. His eyes widened and white plums fell on his hair. This caused the Supreme Taoist to laugh out loud, and his eyes were full of admiration when he looked at the young Taoist.
This is my disciple after all!
Will inherit my mantle.
My disciple alongside me.
With such disciples and friends, why wouldn't I be proud? !
Thinking of what interesting expressions those two would show five hundred years from now, even though Tai Shang Dao Zu, whose state of mind was as kind as water and there would be ripples, knew that any ripples would be calmed, could not help but smile from the bottom of his heart. He felt that such a future was somewhat interesting amidst the ups and downs and storms.
The old man helped Qi Wuhuo understand the way forward, and made a promise with him that he would pass on his teachings after he defeated the calamity.
Looking at the young Taoist, he smiled and sighed, then slowly disappeared, never to be seen again.
…
Or as the real chess player judged, Qi Wuhuo is ultimately just a speck of dust. Even though he is a disciple of Sanqing, the disciples of Sanqing are not amulets. In many cases, they will be immediately attacked and dealt with. He is a chess piece with a special identity that is worth using.
But chess pieces are ultimately used and discarded.
No one cares what happens to the chess piece thrown into the chess box.
The chess pieces were picked up by white fingers and gently placed on the chessboard, making a crisp sound. In this huge palace, it seemed particularly empty and quiet. The slight ripples of sound touched the wall, and then bounced back, gradually becoming so faint that it was difficult to detect.
Huang Yao was using Fuxi's method of counting sticks to predict everything in the world. Her eyes were cold, completely different from the idle and lazy temperament she had when she had met Qi Wuhuo before, as if she was off duty and having fun. Using the method of the innate Bagua and the acquired Bagua, layer by layer, reversing and deducing, Huang Yao caught a glimpse of the true trend of the moment.
"Qing Jingwei, Jinzhou, the Human King, and the Three Hidden Star Lords."
"The contemporary demon king, Donghua of the heaven."
"Behind the Demon King is Gou Chen, who has a grudge against our ancestors."
"Behind Donghua is also Gou Chen, one of the Four Imperial Gods."
"The death of the Human Emperor and the Dragon Emperor eight thousand years ago should also be caused by Gou Chen."
"Gou Chen's target is Hou Tu Huang Di Zhi..."
Every time Huang Yao spoke a word, he put down a chess piece, and ripples appeared in the void. His voice was cold and the sound of the chess pieces was quiet.
She withdrew her hand, let her sleeves fall, and looked forward.
With the first sentence, ripples appeared in the void; with the second sentence, there was already golden light running across the sky.
After the last sentence was said, Huang Yao looked ahead and saw countless golden lights changing in all directions, forming a magnificent scene. On Fuxi's sand table magic weapon, they were connected and finally transformed into an extremely huge storm, connecting the sky above and the earth below, and running across left and right. In the end, the vortex formed by the convergence of countless golden lights involved the entire six realms.
Huang Yao stared at this scene. The future constructed and deduced by this magical power was reflected in Huang Yao's eyes with strands of golden light. She was silent for a long time before she spoke softly:
"The calamity..."
Using Fuxi's method to deduce the changes, what we see is the great catastrophe!
And now, this catastrophe was supposed to erupt completely half a month ago, but for some unknown reason, this catastrophe, which was supposed to erupt completely, was actually stalemate, maintained in a state of being about to erupt but not erupting. This is the scene that Fuxi's magical power has transformed into now -
The storm has swept through the six realms, but it is still slowly rotating.
It has never collapsed completely, and it has never exploded.
This seems to be a kind of stability, a rather special balance.
However, in Huang Yao's eyes, such a state is more terrifying than a direct outbreak of the catastrophe - it represents the unknown, and means that both sides of the first huge conflict of the catastrophe are accumulating strength during this period of time, like a bow fully charged. Once the balance collapses, the catastrophe that begins will be more vast and huge than a direct outbreak of the catastrophe.
Although a punch is sudden and difficult to defend against, its destructive power is naturally not as great as a punch that is accumulated with force.
"What force has caused the current calamity to be in the current balance..."
Huang Yao frowned slightly.
Instinctively, the image of the young Taoist priest with whom he had once fought and who had once made him lose came to his mind.
It seems that I can still see the peaceful eyes of the young Taoist.
Could it be him?
Huang Yao shook his head and threw away this ridiculous idea.
"How could it be him?"
"I am just an ordinary person, without any special bloodline, and I have no accomplishments in divination and prediction. Even if... even if I have some cleverness, how can I, as a real person, participate in the current catastrophe?"
"I'm afraid I'm too tired from deducing the trajectory of the catastrophe."
Huang Yao raised her hand and pressed her brows, and heard light, kitten-like footsteps. A smile appeared on her bright and beautiful face, and even the fatigue in her heart seemed to be swept away. She turned around and saw a girl in a moon-white dress walking towards her with small steps. She had silver ornaments and jade decorations hanging on her body. Xiao Pengcao had a new set of clothes every day.
There are excellent accessories to match the clothes.
Such requirements are already there for the most basic necessities of life, not to mention other things.
There's no way.
I can't control it!
Whenever Huang Yao reacted, all kinds of treasures had already been scattered.
Huang Yao sometimes feels a little annoyed.
It's just that such annoyance often cannot last even half a day, just like now, Xiao Pengcao brought Huang Yao tea of perfect temperature, and some snacks she made herself, and then massaged Huang Yao's shoulders. Her white and soft palms on his shoulders could not move Huang Yao, but the latter still felt his heart melted.
Mental fatigue is greatly reduced.
I think it is natural to give treasures to the little puff grass.
Huang Yao held the tea, sighed, and sighed in his heart.
"Ancestor, I seem to understand you a little bit..."
When these words came out, Huang Yao's body stiffened and he reacted instantly.
etc--!
Who wants to understand you, a mixed-haired snake? ! !
Huang Yao almost gnashed his teeth. Fuxi was dead. If this ancestor was still alive, Huang Yao would have wanted to bury him in the ground, then smash his skull with a shovel to see if 90% of his brain and every inch of brain matter was soaked with the two characters of "Nuwa Huang".
The remaining 10%?
The remaining 10% is, of course, that anyone who touches Queen Nuwa must die!!!
But when Huang Yao was furious, he suddenly noticed Xiao Pengcao's hesitation and he realized that Xiao Pengcao wanted something from him, so he sighed and said in a gentle and kind tone that even the Demon King could not get, "Do you want to know the whereabouts of that stinky Taoist priest?"
Little Pengcao blushed slightly, then nodded cautiously.
Huang Yao originally wanted to refuse it sternly.
But seeing the cautious look of the little pampas grass.
My heart softened immediately, and I just sighed and said, "Forget it, forget it. We just calculated it the day before yesterday. Do you want to calculate it again?"
"Okay, okay, I'll calculate it for you. Don't cry!"
"Go and bring the counting sticks."
Little Pengcao nodded vigorously, then turned around and trotted back, soon returning with a lot of jade abacus sticks. Huang Yao looked at Little Pengcao's appearance, suppressed the urge of Fuxi's bloodline to tie up the Taoist priest and beat him up, and then said calmly:
"For the last time."
"This won't happen again!"
"Um!"
Huang Yao sighed and said it would not happen again, but she knew in her heart that it would not happen again today.
Tomorrow, I will definitely fall under the bright eyes of the little puff grass.
Really, that Taoist priest...
Why!
While thinking, he casually completed the retreat. The green jade flew up, shining brightly, and then turned into hexagrams. Because the little Pengcao wanted to figure out Qi Wuhuo's situation, he was now able to recognize many hexagrams, which made Huang Yao happy and unhappy.
I always curse that stinky bastard and wish he would die.
The crisp sound of "crackling" stunned the distracted Huang Yao.
Her pupils shrank instantly and she looked at her counting chips.
On the jade abacus that represented Qi Wuhuo's situation, a hideous and glaring mark appeared. This crack shattered directly from the highest point and finally turned into blood color. What this represented was -
“That guy.”
Dead? ! !
How is that possible!
Huang Yao's heart was shaken. She suddenly heard the sound of raindrops falling. Then she saw Xiao Pengcao standing there blankly, her little face pale, her eyes wide open, and then big tears rolled down her face.
He... is dead?
In front of Xiao Pengcao's eyes, he seemed to still be able to see the young Taoist priest, with a high spirit and appearing like a star.
And now, he is dead.
It turns out that even stars will fall?
Huang Yao was somewhat at a loss, and said, "Little Pengcao, you...don't cry..."
"cry?"
"Did I cry?"
Little Pengcao was stunned. She stretched out her hand and found that her vision became blurred. Then big tears fell on her palms and on the back of her hands. It was like this again. It turned out that tears could flow when she was not sold, whipped, or bullied?
But why does my heart feel so bad?
Little Pengcao was in a daze, there seemed to be no sadness on his face, but tears kept flowing.
She covered her chest and opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
"I am a poor Taoist, and I have no doubts."
"Little Pengcao doesn't like this..."
"Is it tasty?"
"Because I want her to know that she is unique in this world and not a commodity to be sold."
"Someone, at least, I never treat her as a commodity."
Big tears fell down, and Xiao Pengcao covered her aching heart. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but what came out was a suppressed sob, which finally turned into crying sounds. She gritted her teeth and dared not make a loud sound. Her eyes were dark and her face was as pale as grass.
She seemed like the autumn weed again.
Huang Yao looked at the crying girl and wanted to speak but suddenly heard a tiny sound. She paused slightly, her eyes widened, and slowly turned around. She saw the jade token falling to the ground. Wisps of light rose up, turned into blood, and merged into the huge Fuxi sand table.
Then, strands of blood-red light spread.
The originally magnificent golden storm turned completely scarlet in an instant!
It became more and more magnificent, more and more violent, out of control, sweeping across the six realms, sweeping across suddenly!
Huang Yao murmured, "The catastrophe is about to begin..."
"No, it's impossible. He is just a mortal."
"He is just a mortal without the blessing of blood and ancestors."
"It's impossible for him to temporarily control the catastrophe by himself. It's impossible for him to become a chess player by himself."
"He can't...can't..."
"He will use his body to delay the calamity, and his death will cause the calamity to start again with several times the power..."
The violent storm that swept across the six realms was reflected in Huang Yao's bright eyes. In the final deduced future, the catastrophe would annihilate all six realms, and its origin...
…
In Ruizhu Palace, Hou Tu Huang Di Zhi had a dream.
In that dream.
She saw the young Taoist running, saw him opening up the earth veins to heal himself, and saw him control the catastrophe with his own strength.
But the scene changed again.
Then, she saw the young Taoist priest's heart pierced by countless chains, his Taoist robe stained red by countless blood, the divine light in his eyes finally disappearing, and he was finally hung in the sky in humiliation. Thousands of ghosts shouted and howled. She saw the Dongyue Seal, and saw the Dongyue Seal emitting strands of green light.
The light in Qi Wuhuo's eyes gradually dimmed, his head drooped, his limbs were pierced by chains, hanging high, and blood dripped.
Died.
The dream of Hou Tu Huang Di Zhi ended.
for a long time.
She slowly opened her eyes.
In the eyes.
Only murderous intent remains!
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