Wudang gently stroked Guiling's long hair and told the story of Pangu's creation of the world.
The heaven and earth were split open by a giant axe, and the clear air was steaming like smoke, blocking Pangu's sight.
If Pangu wanted to support the heaven and earth with his body, he needed to separate the clear and turbid qi.
The turbid air turns into soil and can be stepped on, while the clean air turns into clouds and surrounds you.
Pangu stretched out his big hand to grab the clouds beside him, but the clouds turned into smoke and flowed from his fingertips. He could never catch it and could only let it drift around him.
The rich cloud clouds blocked Pangu's five senses and six consciousnesses, making him feel a little panicked.
After suffering for countless years, Pangu had already become exhausted. His lips were dry, his eyes were lifeless, and his body was swaying slightly and he was about to collapse.
At this time, suddenly a colorful bird fluttered its wings and flew over from a distance.
It lay on Pangu's shoulder and made a crisp cry, like a warm light suddenly appearing in the heart.
Pangu's body woke up amid the cry, and was instantly filled with majestic power.
"Ha!"
He shouted loudly, feeling energetic and energetic. He pushed hard from bottom to top with his hands, and actually held up the erratic smoke with ease.
Pangu raised his arms high and finally lifted up the clouds. As his body grew, the clouds continued to rise and evolve into the sky.
"Thank you, little guy, what's your name?"
Pangu asked angrily.
The bird preened its feathers and spoke slowly.
"Pangu, my name is Hope. You created me. As long as you grit your teeth and persevere in difficulties, I will appear by your side and help you find the right answer."
Pangu was overjoyed, and the speed of his body growth increased several times.
But at this moment, the birds gradually turned into gravel and gradually scattered from Pangu's shoulders.
Seeing this, Pangu was extremely anxious and shouted quickly.
"I hope you can come back soon wherever you are going."
Bird smiled bitterly and shook his head, his tone low.
"Pangu, hope is fleeting and I cannot survive forever, but as long as you always have a persistent heart, I will appear in front of you again. Please don't be sad for my departure, because I am in your heart.
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The birds finally dispersed into dust, and the unworthy story was finished.
She looked at Turtle Spirit, her eyes full of tenderness.
"In the vicissitudes of life, our spiritual practice is to ride the wind and waves in the years and persist in our fearless original intention. We will surely find hope in the calamity. Turtle spirit, please leave the soft and fear in your heart behind. Follow me and those who explain the teachings.
The bastards fight to the death."
In the bare world, Manjusri is still groping hard.
He lay on the ground and carefully touched every inch of soil.
Hope is hidden in the bottom of my heart, like fireworks silent in the shadows. Only by persistence can we find the fuse and ignite it into a gorgeous fireworks.
Phew~
The green bamboos in the luck turned into smoke, leaving holes as thick as the mouth of a bowl, which were slowly restored by the mountains.
At this moment, Manjusri suddenly felt that the touch between his fingers was not quite right.
He suddenly opened his eyes and found that the color of the soil under his feet was slightly darker than other places, and it was slightly moist when he inserted his fingers into it.
"The moisture in the world of flowers has long been absorbed by the mist that turns into clouds. The dryness is not even that of the desert. Where does the feeling of moisture come from?"
Manjusri directly grabbed a handful of soil and gently rubbed it with both hands, and found that there was indeed a problem here.
The soil is moist and sticky, and exudes a faint stench, like the snot of a stinging centipede, which sticks to your hands and cannot be shaken off.
After Manjusri determined that the soil was harmless, he simply ignored it and dug it down with his bare hands.
Sure enough, two yellow shells appeared in the soil less than three inches deep.
The shell is not big, a little wider than your thumb. The surface is extremely rough and pitted, with yellow-brown patterns circling in waves. Although it is a marine creature, its roots have plant rhizomes, and there is a lot of moist soil stuck to it. p>
"This is, Di Hua Bei!"
Manjusri was full of surprise and used his sleeves to wipe away the dirt on the surface of the shell, revealing a faint brown halo.
The ground flower shell is a storage beast. It is born with earth but can only store water resources. It will spread its roots in the soil to absorb spiritual energy and provide water and nutrients for the resources in the body.
The ground flower shell is the companion spiritual plant of the Zangliu tribe. They are a native group of Luzhou. They are fat catfish with four limbs when they are born. As their cultivation level increases, they will gradually shed their limbs. When they reach the peak of true immortality, they will jump into the sea and practice.
It will instantly change from a mud path to a water path, and its realm will instantly break through to the level of Xuanxian, and it will be completely transformed from now on.
After Zang Liu is born, he will swallow a few ground shells in his stomach. On the way to the ocean, he will continue to collect various water resources, so that when he turns into a fairy in the future, he will not be empty-handed.
This race is naturally thick-skinned, with tenacious vitality, and there are countless people with outstanding talents. Tens of thousands of years ago, there was a Zang Liu Tianjiao who created his own water channel magical power, the stream tornado. During the period of Dayu's flood control, Wuzhi Qi made waves and had great power.
, leaving the gods helpless, he rushed into the Huai River single-handedly. The water gathered into a terrifying storm, killing tens of thousands of water monsters in an instant. He cut off Wuzhi Qi's left arm and suppressed him on Guishan Mountain in Huaiyin.
After the period of Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors ended, he received some merits from Xuanyuan's enlightenment, and was appreciated by the Dragon Clan and named the General of Zhenhai. He became a new noble in the world. He also made great contributions in the conquest of the remnants of the stars in later generations, and he practiced smoothly to the point of becoming a quasi-sage.
At its peak, even the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas was able to abandon the dignity of the direct descendants and carve their names into the Dragon Clan’s jade book.
From then on, he became the pride of the dragon clan, and his popularity could even suppress those princes.
Beihai--Luochun.
However, before traveling to the west to measure tribulations, the Buddhist Arhat who subdued the dragon transformed his worldly perception into the seven emotions and six desires. He discovered traces of Luochun in the Six Paths of Reincarnation and quickly reported it to Ksitigarbha. Only after in-depth excavations by Ksitigarbha's lineage did he discover Luochun.
It turned out to be a masterpiece placed by the underworld in the Dragon Clan.
With the nature of Buddhism, it is natural to make it public. Luochun's identity is revealed, which is tantamount to betraying all the water tribes. He is hunted by the furious dragon tribes from all over the world. Heaven sends Li Jing to lead an army to block the three realms. At the critical moment, the underworld closes itself and refuses to give up.
Accept.
Luochun had nowhere to hide, and was eventually killed in Luzhou by numerous heavenly soldiers and generals.
"The place of birth has become a burial place. The fault is not Luochun's, but the cowardly and greedy underworld."
Manjusri shook his head and continued digging downwards, and the ground flower shells were turned out one after another.
When I just pulled out the eighth earth flower shell, the sky and the earth suddenly began to sway, and then the feeling of spinning around occurred spontaneously.
The treasure has been taken away, and the world of flowers has lost its meaning of existence, and it automatically shattered and forced him out.
Opening his eyes again, Manjusri's mind returned to his body, and the pot fell to the ground with a clatter, rubbing his bare feet aggrievedly.
Manjusri picked it up, slowly stroked its back, and began to place eight ground shells in front of him, his eyes full of anticipation.