Fengqi Mountain, the island in the middle of the lake.
The innate spiritual energy surges like a tide.
There are three or two bamboo buildings, and in front of the small window in the east pavilion, there are thousands of years of wind and rain.
The immortal in white clothes holds the scroll and understands the Tao Xuan.
The five qi move towards the Yuan, gathering into the mysterious sky; the three flowers gather at the top, evolving the immeasurable dharma realm; the Qingyun is clear, extending to all directions, holding up the Yin and Yang sword while rolling.
A jade bracelet opens the avenue, the shadows of the trees are dancing, supporting the nine-level heaven of merit and virtue, the green lotus is swaying, and the vitality is boundless.
The long river is majestic, the avenue is misty, and the immortals are as quiet as one.
On this side of the river, the moon shines brightly, the lunar sky hangs high, on the other side of the river the sun shines like fire, the sun rises in the east, the laurels sway in the bright moon, and the hibiscus echoes in the sun.
The red thread is like weaving, and a flying bridge connects the two ends of Yin and Yang. There is a stone of three lives that suppresses the sky. I see the three lives, and life and death are judged here.
The mountains are towering up to the sky, the stars and rivers are flowing, and the sky is moving.
There are three thousand avenues. Mingyu took a road of "life", added the word "fate", and expanded it into life and death. The waves were rolling, and he stretched out his hand to abduct "yin and yang" away.
Yin and Yang are "abducted", so life is the main thing and Yin and Yang are supplementary.
It is precisely for this reason that at the end of his independent life, he is the master of the Tao of Life, not the master of Yin and Yang.
But this does not mean that yin and yang are useless.
Yin and Yang are the outside, and life is the inside.
Yin and Yang transform into life, and Yin and Yang transform into death.
Life and death are determined by fate, supplemented by changes in the two rituals to connect with heaven, earth, and people. This is the path of Hunyuan Wuji that Mingyu is looking for for himself.
He was born too late, two kalpas later than Dao Ancestor's generation, and almost one kalpa later than the Six Saints. As an innate creature, Mingyu barely caught up with the last train of the three clans era.
It can be predicted that if Fuxi had not come to visit him in the past, his date of birth would have been postponed, perhaps until the age of lich.
That way, it will be later!
The Wu Clan is not afraid of being late, because they have the legacy of Pangu. The heart of Pangu is the greatest heritage of the Wu Clan, and the Wu Clan is born from this.
Therefore, Mingyu's greatest opportunity in this life is Fuxi.
Fuxi changed his destiny.
If the second master had not "abducted" him, his fate with Feng Qi would have been impossible, let alone his disciple.
Mingyu has always called Fuxi a great god, because in Mingyu's heart, he is really like the great god Pangu, who opened up a new world for his destiny.
It's precisely because it's late.
Mingyu did not follow the path of heaven, earth, and man.
At that time, the way of heaven was high, the way of earth was suppressed, and the way of humanity was not yet born.
He traveled throughout the wilderness and took a path of "life" among all sentient beings, and was honored by all beings, thus leaving his mark on humanity.
Just like herself, Tuodao was a step too late, was bullied to death, and was extremely frustrated. She longed to be born even more.
Mingyu opened the lineage of ghosts and immortals, established the underworld, and helped the tunnels build an order belonging to the netherworld.
The authentic will that longs to be born is obviously tempted.
At that point in time before her reincarnation came out, she half-heartedly declined her authority. From then on, the underworld was unified, and the Fengdu Emperor came into being.
This is the evil of Mingyu's three corpses, in the tunnel.
What about goodness?
In heaven!
The way of heaven is higher than the way of earth, so his good corpse has not been killed for a long time, and he has to wait for an opportunity.
But if the good corpse is not killed, it will be difficult for his cultivation to keep up with his expectations.
Only then did the Fifth Taoist body come into being.
The Wutai Dao body not only came out to inherit the Dao, but also came out for the Dao.
The five congenital queens traveled around the world, and Mingyu's path was baptized in the world of mortals.
After many calamities, I have made my mind clear and accumulated good deeds. When the time comes, I will return.
At that time, you should act as the supreme and ascend to the throne of emperor!
"How about you control the sky in the next era?"
This is a question from the Supreme Being.
"It's too big, I'll just take half of it."
This is Mingyu's answer.
"Now that I think about it, did I answer too quickly? I regret it a little. What if the empress finds out and beats me up?"
Mingyu whispered, then smiled.
Da Dao has no regrets, and his answer is the truest thought in his heart.
The Lord of Nantian is the source of blessings due to his longevity and rule of the world. This status is most consistent with goodness and is most consistent with the Tao.
There is a candidate for the position of the Great God, so he had better not block other people's way.
The long river of Mingyu's avenue flows endlessly, and he relies alone in front of the window. His soul and spirit have long been transcended to the sky, and it is too empty to travel.
He is sorting out his own path and looking at where he came from.
Flowers bloom and fall, creating the universe, and the figure of the statue is as high as a mountain; there are thousands of skills, the music of heaven and earth, pushing open the door of the Tao; holding the sky and the earth, eternal and supreme, the ridge beam seems to have never been broken; the laurel swaying, the moonlight is like water , the pure voice stays in my heart for a long time...
Ming Yu's mind travels around the world, and his soul goes through the past and present. He sees the sun and the moon, listens to the mountains and rivers, and hears the voices of the common people. He sails into the rivers and lakes in a boat, and exists in the mist on the blue clouds. In his world, every flower, every grass, every soil and every tree is different. , because life is lovely, because the world is worth it!
Mingyu went into seclusion until he was thirty-six thousand years old, when the time for Zhen Yuanzi to rule the world and the Yiyuanhui came.
The law of heaven did not respond, and the power of heaven was not reclaimed.
Zhen Yuanzi burned incense at Wuzhuang Temple to pay homage to heaven and earth. The fortune of Yiyuanhui returned, and its power shocked all directions. All races in the world were amazed, and the gods of mountains, rivers and mountains were convinced!
When the powerful ancestors saw this, except for a few stubborn people, most of them did not dare to hinder the expansion of land power and retreated one after another.
This era is destined to belong to Zhen Yuanzi!
At the same time, a bronze tripod full of vitality flew out of Fengqi and fell into the Suiren tribe.
“Good to use!”
As soon as the sound came, the new priest Xuan Xiao smiled happily.
Mingyu's spirit wandered in Taixu for fifty-four thousand years, but his body never left Fengqi.
Later, he was very thoughtful and went to the underworld.
"Sister Meng, give me a bowl of soup."
Naihe Qiaotou, Mingyu said this.
Before Youmeng could recover from the shock, reincarnation stagnated and Houtu appeared.
"Who do you want to forget?!"
She asked aggressively, her eyes fixed on Mingyu, and her words contained complex emotions such as surprise, anger, eagerness, and resentment.
Mingyu was stunned, then raised the corners of his lips and looked at Houtu with a half-smile.
You Meng looked at the two of them and smiled like an aunt.
Hou Tu also came to his senses at this time and realized that he had been impulsive.
Her face turned slightly red, her eyes unnaturally moved away from Mingyu, and her tone became much softer.
"Well...I mean why do you want Meng Po soup!"
Youmeng also looked over and drank Meng Po soup, her past life was in vain. She didn't understand why Mingyu wanted it.
"I have achieved enlightenment, and I want to have a big dream. Besides, what I want is not Meng Po Soup." Mingyu said frankly.
"real?"
Hou Tu blinked, she had just noticed that Mingyu was in a state of extreme passion, and she thought he was going to kill Chen Yuan!
"Of course!" His tone was firm.
"That's up to you."
Hou Tu breathed a sigh of relief, returned to a calm state, turned around, and left!
Before leaving, she revised all the memories of thousands of souls, ghosts and immortals, not forgetting to take a look at Youmeng.
Youmeng's eyelids twitched.
After Hou Tu left, she complained to Mingyu: "Next time, tell me the whole story, don't be surprised."
As he spoke, he handed Mingyu a large black bowl.
Mingyu accepted it, thanked Youmeng, and went back.
Hou Tu, who was in the land of reincarnation, saw that what he had obtained was really not Meng Po Tang, so he withdrew his gaze.