I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

Outside Nuwa Palace, Caiyun boy was waiting for someone by order of Fuxi.

Caiyun's eyes lit up when she saw Zisheng approaching. This person looked like the clay figurine made by Empress Nuwa a few years ago. Presumably this person is the one she was waiting for.

Zi Sheng walked up to her, she bowed her head and said, "Master has ordered me to wait for Your Highness for a long time, Your Highness please follow me."

Zisheng went in after him, and Caiyun went to call someone.

He looked inside the Nuwa Palace, and at the same time saw two familiar little pottery figurines on the stage.Zisheng stepped forward, this is exactly what he gave Nuwa back then.

There was a sound coming from behind, but it didn't sound like footsteps, but the sound of something rubbing against the ground.

He turned around, only to see a female fairy with a snake tail walking towards him.He has an elegant temperament, and invisible power faintly exudes around him. His black hair is soft and smooth, and his smile is light and majestic, but when he looks at him, he shows kindness.

An instinctive sense of familiarity instantly made Zisheng understand who the person in front of him was. He bowed and said, "I've seen Empress Nuwa."

Nuwa looked at Zisheng's eyes with novelty, "I didn't expect your cultivation level to be so high."

Zisheng smiled slightly, greeted him politely a few times, and finally talked about his intentions.

"The catastrophe is approaching, the Three Realms are shaking, and all the saints are participating in this. The Yin and Shang forces are weak, Zisheng begs the empress to come out and help."

After he finished speaking, he stopped, waiting for Nuwa's reply.

Nuwa's palace became quiet, Nuwa's eyes were deep, and Zisheng couldn't see her expression.

After a long time, Nuwa laughed.

"Forget it, the calamity is also related to saints. But if I go to Yinshang, my brother will follow me to Yinshang."

This is a surprise!Zisheng quickly thanked Nuwa.

Now that they have decided to cooperate, they have become familiar with each other.

When Nuwa came to Zisheng's side, she looked at Zisheng's face and couldn't help saying, "You are so handsome."

Zisheng was rather embarrassed, "Appearance is just skin."

Nuwa, "But I value this skin. Back then, I spent three days and three nights by the river in order to make a beautiful doll. But I couldn't make it no matter what. In the end I gave up too, so I used wicker I soaked some unused mud and threw it on the ground, as long as I shake enough, I can always pick out a good-looking one out of thousands of mud spots."

Zisheng: ...

Never expected such a story.

Nuwa walked towards the palace with Zisheng, looking at Zisheng over and over again.

Looking at Zisheng's cultivation, she couldn't help asking, "Do you have the idea of ​​becoming a saint?"

Zisheng nodded and rubbed his head again, "The quasi-sage and the saint seem to be close, but they are far apart. I have a Tao, and that is to protect the common people, but my perception and cultivation are still far behind. "

Nuwa was surprised when she heard this, "You are different from other people. There are many quasi-sages in the world. Most of them have already cultivated and realized enough, but they lack a Taoist heart. They don't know how to become a saint, and what is a saint. "

"Protect the common people..." Nuwa read these four words lightly, "A few years ago, the Taoist ancestor once said that sanctification is not for oneself, but for others. Only by doing meritorious deeds for the world can one be worthy of being a saint Two words."

She shook her head with a smile, and said with emotion: "Actually, among the six saints in the world, who really thinks about the world? Everyone is rubbing the edge of merit, not for the sanctification of others, but for their own cultivation."

She looked down at Zisheng and said, "Only you are different, your Dao heart is all other people in the world."

Nuwa wanted to take Zisheng to see Nuwa Palace, but she paused, and took Zisheng to another place.

When the door opened, it was all white.

At a glance, there are fairy clouds lingering in front of you, and there is no end in sight.And in front of Zisheng was a futon. Zisheng felt that the futon in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

However, maybe all futons in the world look like this.

Nu Wa said aside: "When the Taoist ancestor gave a lecture in Zixiao Palace, there were seven futons in front of him. Whoever could sit down would have a chance to become a saint. It happened that I was one of these seven people, and I became a saint in the end." In the next few years, I often felt that I had benefited a lot from Zixiao Palace, and I also missed that futon. After another few hundred thousand years, I was lucky enough to meet Daozu again, so I asked Daozu for the futon. The avenue of the past remains..."

Speaking of which, Nuwa gently pushed Zisheng in, "You don't have enough understanding, may the Dao remaining on it can help you."

Zisheng understood what Nuwa meant, he thanked her quickly, and walked to the futon.

The closer he got to the futon, he seemed to hear someone talking in his ear.There was no emotion in the voice, but Zisheng's heart skipped a few times for no reason.

The moment he squatted down to get onto the futon, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

It should be because of traveling through millions of years, Zisheng's memory has become blurred.

Although the place is empty, it is somewhat familiar.

My ears are full of people's voices, and there is a sea of ​​people.There were already seven people sitting on the futon, but maybe this was a residual illusion, he couldn't see everyone's faces clearly, and everyone's figures were very faint.

Zisheng didn't know where this was, and the surrounding scene was also vague, but a strange feeling arose in Zisheng's heart.

It was like a bunch of strangers visiting from home, and he was very uncomfortable as the host.

A bell rang, and the place fell silent.

Zisheng's memory came back, and he knew where it was. This was Zixiao Palace, the place where Taoist ancestors preached.

The seven of them all had futons, but he didn't, so Zisheng decided to sit down anywhere.

However, Daozu's preaching was a big event, and all the famous and important figures from the three worlds came, and the place was besieged so tightly that Zisheng couldn't find a place to stay.

The only empty space left is one...

Zisheng looked ahead, but there was no one in front, and it was very bright, but Zisheng could vaguely guess that this must be a place reserved for the Taoist ancestor.

He hesitated for a moment, and wanted to struggle again, trying to find extra space, but even the space in the sky was occupied.

Helpless, Zisheng said an offense, and sat at the front.

He only dared to sit a little bit off.

Not long after sitting down, the surroundings suddenly became solemn and silent, and an invisible momentum made people unconsciously cheer up.

Someone came step by step, and the immortals bowed their heads.When Zi Sheng came back to his senses, the man was already standing in front of him.

Maybe that person paused a million years ago. He stood in front of Zisheng for a moment, and then sat down beside Zisheng.

Zisheng:!

He moved a little, but he didn't dare to get so close to Daozu.

Dao ancestor took a break, then raised his head and spoke directly.

Zisheng listened intently, while pondering the meaning of every sentence of Daozu.But when he lowered his head and thought deeply, he saw Daozu's fingers.

It stands to reason that he can't see others.

Zisheng shook his head and continued to listen.

But listening to it, his eyes focused on Daozu's fingers again.

Can't remember why, but he liked the hand.

Zisheng: ...

He didn't know whether to say that he was sorry for his immortal master first, or that he offended Taoist ancestor first.

He tapped his head and continued to listen with his chin propped up.

He listened to it for a long time, so long that he didn't know the time.

Maybe it's been listening for an hour, or maybe it's been listening for hundreds of years.

The more he listened, the more serious he became, and his cultivation also skyrocketed.Until Daozu said a point, he suddenly raised his hand.

Daozu stopped, but didn't look at him, but looked forward quietly.

Zisheng asked his own question like a studious student, Daozu was silent for a moment, and continued talking.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but what Daozu said next just answered Zisheng's question.

Zisheng continued to listen, and after a while he raised his hand again and asked another question.

Daozu was silent, and then spoke again.

After a long time, Zisheng asked again.

The studious Zisheng asked ten questions in one class, and when No. 11 was asked, his head was knocked out.

Zisheng's dark eyes opened slightly, he touched his forehead and looked up at Daozu, but he couldn't see Daozu's face clearly.

In the next class, the good student seemed to be not a good student anymore. He started to walk away in class, looking up at Daozu quietly.

As Daozu's voice reached his ears, Zisheng's memory seemed to be awakened.

He began to watch Daozu, even though his eyes were hazy.But Zisheng observed the hazy shape, but found that Daozu's figure was somewhat familiar.

Under the white mist was a purple figure, until Daozu said another sentence, Zisheng found that he seemed to have heard this sentence somewhere.

Before he knew it, the young man seemed sleepy and yawned.

He tilted his body, obviously resisting the drowsiness, his head bit by bit.

After a while, he finally couldn't resist and fell down slowly.It's just that he came back half way down, propping up his tired eyelids with his hands, trying to cheer himself up.

Moments later, however, he fell down again.This time he was powerless to resist and finally fell asleep.

The young man pressed against the purple clothes, and he actually leaned into the arms of Taoist Ancestor.

The familiar breath enveloped Zisheng, and his eyes opened a crack.I saw that there was no sign of drowsiness in the crack, and he was clearly awake.

In Nuwa's palace, Fuxi had already come to Nuwa's side, and he and Nuwa looked at the futon together.

From the moment Zisheng touched the futon, he fell asleep directly.

Fuxi was a little surprised to see Zisheng sleepy.

"He actually fell into a dream. For millions of years, there are very few people who can be brought into the illusion by futons. Even the quasi-sages in the world can hardly enter the dream. It seems that he has this chance and this understanding .”

Nuwa smiled and turned her head to look at Fuxi's side face, "But I regret that I didn't accept my son and become a disciple back then?"

Fuxi sighed helplessly, "Is this because I don't want to? Even if I cast a spell to connect to his master-student line, I can't connect anyway."

They looked at Zisheng again, and Fuxi said with a smile in his eyes: "Although Zixiao Palace is full of people, it is a great opportunity to stand and listen to Daozu's preaching. I don't know if he understood it in there? How much did he listen to? "

What Fuxi didn't know was that it was in the dream realm at this time.

The young man who was supposed to be sleeping woke up. He raised his neck and approached Daozu with his big black eyes, trying to see Daozu's true face.

Who in the world dares to do or even think about such a rebellious thing? !

Zisheng got up, his lips were almost close to Daozu's chin.

He whispered softly: "Master Immortal...?"

Daozu didn't know when he stopped and sat quietly on the spot.

The young man looked up at the Taoist ancestor for a long time, and his lips inadvertently got closer and closer to the Taoist ancestor.Out of the corner of his eye, Zisheng seemed to see Daozu's white hair.

Suddenly Zisheng felt a chill on his lips, as if someone had kissed him.

The next moment, Zisheng woke up from the futon, his eyes were a little confused.

Someone asked him, "What did Zisheng learn?"

Zisheng heard the sound and looked around, only to see that the person who spoke to him was the person who taught him the art of divination.

Zisheng climbed up, saluted and said, "Zisheng has met Mr."

The moment he lowered his head, Zisheng remembered that this was the Nuwa Palace.And the husband stood beside Nuwa Empress and behaved intimately, his identity is self-evident.

Zi Sheng raised his head and said in a daze, "It turns out that it is the master, no wonder the skills taught by the master are so powerful."

When Zisheng and Fuxi came to the world together, they didn't go back to the Star City first, but came to the place where the true king of morality and virtue is.

Fuxi stood in the air, and with a wave of his hand, a gigantic gossip array spread out under the city and spread in all directions.The gossip array expands farther and farther, so that people can't even see the edge.

Zisheng tried to count the hexagrams in the city with his fingers, and sure enough, no matter how many times he did the tricks, the city was always peaceful.In this way, he can rest assured that other gods can count on Qingxu's catastrophe.

After he returned to Benxing City, he discussed with King Sanxiao about sending troops to deploy troops.At this time he heard people say that Huang Feihu had returned, Zisheng raised his head and was about to tell Huang Feihu about his son, but he paused and hesitated for a moment, he was finally ready to tell Huang Feihu the truth.

After Huang Feihu returned to Benxing City, he also received the winter clothes sent by his wife from home.This year's winter clothes were extra thick, and Huang Feihu couldn't help laughing when he thought of the happy face of the child when he was wearing the winter clothes.

Just as he was packing his winter clothes, suddenly someone came in.The subordinate knelt down and held a letter: "My lord, this is His Highness asking this subordinate to send you off."

Huang Feihu was curious, he stretched out his hand to take the channel: "What's the matter that His Highness can't say it in person, and I want you to send a letter?"

The subordinate bowed his head and said: "According to what His Highness said, it seems to be the matter of your eldest son Huang Tianhua."

Huang Feihu paused, his palms trembled, his expression blank.He paused for a long time, and finally reached out and squeezed the letter slowly.

The veins on the back of his hands were bulging, his eyes were slightly red, but he sighed with a smile.

In the courtyard, Tongtian and Yuanshi were playing chess, and Zisheng asked Huang Feihu to deliver a letter and came over.

He saw two people playing chess, so he sat on a small stool and watched chess.

When mastering chess, he is decisive and straightforward, and has the meaning of killing.He has the same view of the overall situation as Yuanshi, but Tongtian is straightforward about Yuanshi's detours and conservatism.

Yuanshi teased him, and he was anxious, so he manipulated the chess pieces to kill him.

Yuanshi was devoured for most of the chess pieces, he looked normal, and directly destroyed Tongtian's chess game with the move he had ambushed earlier.

After a game of chess, Tongtian lost.Although Yuanshi won, it was a narrow victory, and most of the chess pieces were swallowed by Tongtian.

Fortunately, this is just a game of chess, and chess only cares about winning or losing.

But what if these chess pieces are not chess pieces, but people?Did Yuan Shi really win?

The two of them stopped playing chess after they finished playing.

Zisheng observed for a long time, and when he saw that they had ceased fighting, he also went up to chat with Tongtian.

They chatted about their views on the world and their views on war.After chatting over a cup of tea, Zisheng's voice changed to the point, and his eyes became lively.

He curiously asked Tong Tian, ​​"What kind of person is your master?"

It seemed to be a simple question, but Tongtian smelled something unusual from it.

He replied vaguely: "My master has always been unsmiling, but his magic power is boundless. Even if I add up with many saints, I can't measure the master's cultivation."

Hearing this, Zisheng's eyes became more enlightened, and he said again: "Your master always likes to wear purple clothes, don't you also like to grow lotus flowers?"

As soon as Tongtian asked this question, he knew that Zisheng probably knew the identity of his master.

Seeing that there was no blocking force in the air, he knew that his master should have tacitly allowed him to answer.

Tong Tian nodded, "Exactly."

Zisheng frowned, touched his head again, and asked tentatively, "Your master...isn't that old?"

The corners of Tong Tian's lips twitched, his master is not very old, who in the world can be called old?

Just as he was about to deny it, the air became fierce.

Babel:!

He twitched his lips and nodded vigorously.

Yuan Shi on the side:? ?

Zisheng heaved a sigh of relief.

He seemed to have something on his mind, so he asked casually, "Your master should be no different, right?"

Other differences...?

The fact that his master can read minds flashed in Tongtian's mind, and he was about to say, but he couldn't open his lips no matter what.

Zisheng didn't look up, so he naturally thought nothing happened.

He wanted to ask again: "Your master..."

"Enough." Yuan Shi interrupted him, "You always ask me... what does his master mean?"

Yuan Shi looked at Zisheng with a strange look.

Zisheng: ...