Man in the wilderness: Rebirth of spiritual bamboo, I am the sage of ritual

The coast of the East China Sea.

It's already morning.

The dawn of the morning.

The Terrans follow the ancient rule of moving at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Step out of the forest or cave by the sea, and raise your hand to look at the sun and star in the wilderness.

They have no awe, only confusion.

The human race wanders aimlessly on the shores of the East China Sea, gathering like walking corpses, gathering like ants, and gathering and scattering like quicksand.

They don't have to hunt on their own, and there will be enough food to fall from the sky.

There are melons and fruits, there is fine meat, and there is fresh rain.

The ancestors of the human race said that it was given by their mother god.

The mother goddess is named Nuwa.

But they don't care.

The Terrans set off to the seashore or move freely.

They were naked.

Men and women are open and honest with each other!

Sunset.

They returned to the cave, to the forest.

As for!

The three thousand innate human races fabricated by Nuwa herself before have all become golden immortals, and some of them have gone to the Wa Palace to take up their posts.

Some are responsible for managing the Terrans, and the so-called management is only to protect these Terrans from foreign encroachment.

Humans are like captive "livestock", living here carefree.

There is no oppression in life, only the sun and the beaches of the East China Sea.

Xun Li observed here for a hundred years and realized something.

Go to Nuwa Palace.

......

Thirty-three heavens.

The spirit bead has been waiting for a long time.

"Xun Li Shangxian, please come in!".

Xun Li smiled and entered the Wa Palace.

Lingzhuzi's inner secret path has just passed a hundred years, and Xun Li can't stay on the coast of the East China Sea.

Unexpected!

It turned out to be shorter than the previous time of great power, only a hundred years.

He had seen many great powers stay in the land of the human race for seven or eight thousand years, and finally returned disappointed.

To educate the human race, in the end there is only loneliness and leaving.

I don't know that this Xunli Shangxian is rational enough, and he didn't waste time and left with mud and water.

Still don't have that patience.

In the temple.

Nuwa asked

"Fellow Daoist, what is the so-called?".

"But I want to leave the coast of the East China Sea. "

Nuwa also had this disappointment in her heart, and many great powers of the human race came here, but they didn't get anything.

It bothered her more and more.

She created the human race to be holy, and the Heavenly Dao will make endless merits, indicating that the Heavenly Dao recognizes the human race as an important race in the wilderness.

But!

Where is the way forward for the Terrans?

As the mother of the Terrans, she has been thinking about this all the time.

Xun Li Dao:

"Coming for the Terrans. "

Nuwa was puzzled, but she didn't come to resign.

"Fellow Daoists, please speak?"

Xun Li Dao:

"The Terrans appeared because of Niangniang, and you are also known as the mother of the Terrans, and I know that you care about the Terrans, and you have protected the Terrans for 100,000 years after your sanctification. "

"Thinking that the human race has developed for 100,000 years, it should have the power to protect itself. "

Nuwa nodded, she really thought so.

Xun Li's words changed.

"But now 18,000 years have passed, and the human race is still weak in addition to the increase in population, and has no way to cultivate, wandering aimlessly, like walking corpses, this kind of race might as well be destroyed. "

The words of Wa Huanggong are not loud, but the words are clear and audible.

The boys and fairies in the hall were all angry.

Lingzhuzi said angrily

"The saint Niangniang is in person, please be cautious. "

The saint is humiliated, and the boy dies.

No one in the flood knows that the human race was created by Nuwa, and if the human race is destroyed, it is equivalent to a death with Nuwa.

Nuwa was not angry.

Raise your hand to the boy under the seat and press it, signaling that it is okay.

"What Daoyou said is true, the human race survived, and there was no progress in the past ten thousand years, except for the innate 3,000 human races, no one has become an immortal in the past ten thousand years. "

"Even those who live more than 100 years are rare. "

Xun Li also knew that this Nuwa saint was compassionate and broad-minded, and would not be really angry with one or two words.

If the above is the primitiveness of the Three Qings, then Xun Li's words will be settled.

Xun Li Dao:

"The Terrans must be strong, and they must leave the swaddling clothes. "

Nuwa seemed to understand, and said:

"You said you were leaving the coast of the East China Sea. "

Nuwa shook her head and said

"The human race is too weak, not to mention the two lich clans, even the mountain and forest spirits in the flood wilderness, they can all keep the human race in captivity. "

Xun Li said: "Definitely!".

"There is an old saying in the wilderness, a loving mother has many pregnant and lost children. "

As soon as these words came out, even Nuwa's face was a little unsightly.

There was wind and thunder in Nuwa's palace, and endless coercion, only for Xun Li alone.

A saint is like the way of heaven, but the way of heaven is not a saint.

Words and deeds can make or break the weather.

Xun Li stood in the wind and thunder, wearing green clothes and scattering.

Fearless said:

"When I say that the human race should be self-reliant, I am not leaving the coast of the East China Sea. "

"The grace of heaven and earth is not so muddy, with heavy rain, thunder, floods, high tides, hunger, and bitter cold. "

"The human race does not respect heaven and earth, and does not respect the mother god. "

"Now any weather that is unfavorable to the human race has been destroyed by the gods of the Wa Palace, and the dragon clan does not dare to stand on the coast of the East China Sea, and there are special fairies who give the human race food, melons and fruits. "

"Comfort will only lead the Terrans into another abyss. "

The storm in the Wa Palace subsided.

Nuwa looked at Xun Li again.

Tsing Yi is upright, neither humble nor arrogant.

Xun Li also looked at Nuwa.

If Nuwa is still like this, then Xun Li will leave.

After waiting for 100,000 years, the Terran walked out of the coast of the East China Sea, and he went to the Terran again.

The current human race is just a group of flowers living in the gentle country.

As soon as the cold wind blew, it froze and died in the wind and snow.

PS: Even if the new book sets sail, even if it is a flower, an evaluation ticket, a hundred rewards, and a monthly ticket, the younger brother is very grateful...... I hope you will have a lot of support, thank you!