The dojo where the Holy Emperor and the Holy Emperor of the human race live.
Among them are strange flowers and fragrant flowers, and exotic herbs.
There are pine trees, verdant green, dragon scales, straight bamboos with phoenix tails connected, green grass like dragon whiskers, strange rocks and countless strange trees.
The stone is like a crouching tiger, and the wood is like a soaring snake.
The mist is rising, and the haze is rising.
Luan and phoenixes sing in pairs in the mountain stream, and the sound of soaring cranes echoes in the valley.
Neon is flowing, merit is flowing.
The fate of the human race is favored by the destiny of the three realms!
Those who live in such a blessed land.
They are the three Holy Kings and the Five Holy Emperors of the human race.
There are also those virtuous ministers and virtuous men who followed the Holy Emperor to rule the world and rule the land in the past.
They are all favored by merits and virtues, and their fortunes are warm and nourishing.
Longevity is equal to that of heaven, and blessings are brought to the three realms.
Living on the west side of the Fire Cloud Cave is the former Holy Emperor of the Human Race, the ancestor of the Human Emperor, the forefather of the Xia Hou clan, and the flood control Dayu.
However, this former Holy Emperor now does not even dare to go out of his own cave.
Because once you step out.
He will immediately be swallowed up by countless curses in his ears.
The days are mourning, and you and I will all perish!
At that time, almost all the civilians in the four major continents shouted this curse and rushed towards Mingtiao one after another.
In the sky above Mingtiao, the Human Emperor fell and the Nine Cauldrons landed on the ground.
All calculations are in vain, and all merits are in vain.
It even affected several other fellow Taoists and had to defend the Fire Cloud Cave on their own.
Reluctantly relying on old merits, the true spirit can still survive.
At this moment.
In the cave of Dayu.
The former Holy Emperor was immersed in a dream.
He seemed to have traveled through time and space, returning to the time when he was controlling floods.
All the people looked at him.
Countless people said in his ears: "Dayu! Dayu! Come up with an idea!"
"what should we do?"
Dayu subconsciously wanted to say: "Take my sea-fixing needle!"
But when the words came to my mouth, they changed.
"Nothing can be done!"
"Everyone follow me and dredge the river together!"
"We must divert this flood into the sea!"
"Let our children, grandchildren, and future generations enjoy the new world that we have bought with the blood and sweat we shed today!"
So Dayu was stunned.
He could only follow him in the dream, leading the people and trekking across mountains and seas.
Rivers were dredged one after another.
People kept falling into the torrential floods.
But these people, after falling into the water, shouted to him one after another: "Dayu! Dayu! Take our lives and our hopes and keep doing it!"
“The river must be dredged!”
“The river must be dredged!”
"Let our descendants never be harmed by floods again!"
So, in the dream, he wiped away his tears. Without any time to feel sad, he led the people and continued to dredge the river.
People kept falling.
New people are constantly joining.
In the dream, he grew older and older.
His hair is gray and his body is trembling.
However, the great flood that submerged everything was continuously led into the sea along the rivers.
Finally one day.
The flood receded.
Everyone cheered.
"Dayu! Dayu!"
They shouted: "You did it! You did it!"
People lifted up the old Dayu and placed him on the throne.
Everyone bowed their heads and bowed: "Human Emperor! Human Emperor! Human Emperor!"
Dayu opened his eyes suddenly.
Wake up from a dream.
"This dream..."
He muttered to himself.
Everything in the dream was so clear, as if he had experienced it himself.
The voices, faces, and smiles of the people who fell into the flood seemed to be right in front of them, as if they happened yesterday.
but……
Something is not quite right about this!
Dayu took a deep breath.
He knew that the history of water control belonged to him alone.
Apart from him, even the Hunyuan Wuji Sage would find it difficult to intervene.
Because if you forcefully intervene, you will have to bear the consequences!
This is no joke.
Dayu's control of floods has been tampered with.
Then, it means that he will die.
A human saint emperor died and his body disappeared, completely falling.
Even a saint would not dare to bear this cause and effect!
This will trigger a backlash across humanity.
As the protagonist of the Three Realms, humanity backfired. The saint's path and fruition would at least regress, and at worst, he would never be able to enter the human world again.
He can never gain the trust of humans.
His fruit will never mature.
However, what I saw in my dream was extremely clear.
After Dayu hesitated for a moment, he picked up a treasure and whispered to the messenger: "Is His Majesty Fuxi here?"
"Junior would like to invite you to come over for a while!"
A moment later, the voice of the Holy Emperor came from the treasure: "My fellow Taoist invites you, how dare you disobey me?"
After a while, an auspicious cloud fell in front of Dayu's cave.
It is none other than Holy Emperor Fuxi who is wearing imperial robes, holding a river map and Luo Shu.
Dayu hurriedly went out to greet him in person. When he saw the Holy Emperor, he paid homage: "Junior Xunmu bowed his head to pay homage to His Majesty the Holy Emperor!"
Holy Emperor Fuxi smiled and helped Dayu up, comforting him and saying, "You and I, fellow Taoists, don't have to do this!"
He supported Dayu and sat on the stone bed in the cave, and then asked, "Do you have something important to do today, fellow Taoist?"
Dayu nodded and replied: "Exactly!"
"This junior just had a dream, dreaming back to the time when we were controlling floods..."
Then he told the Holy Emperor about his dream.
Emperor Fuxi gradually became serious as he listened.
Dayu's flood control is not only the exclusive history of Dayu.
It is also the past of the human race in the three realms.
Now, Dayu actually dreamed of such a thing.
This can only mean one thing: the number of days has changed!
The Holy Emperor Fuxi then said to Dayu: "Fellow Taoist, please be patient and wait for me to calculate the secrets of heaven!"
Then he offered sacrifices to the Hetu and Luoshu in his hands.
Invest your merit and evolve it.
In one moment, the innate gossip undergoes numerous changes.
All kinds of hexagrams are complicated.
Eventually, all other hexagrams faded away.
Only one hexagram remained, hanging in front of the Holy Emperor.
In the river map, there was a faint voice: "Small to big!"
In Luoshu, a piece of divine turtle armor slowly appeared.
On the tortoise shell, the ancient characters shine brightly.
Thai!
Emperor Fuxi looked at this hexagram, turned to look at Dayu, and said with a joyful face: "Congratulations, fellow Taoist, congratulations, fellow Taoist!"
"Three Huiyuan are imprisoned here, but there is always a chance for change!"
Tai hexagram is extremely auspicious.
Because the river map and the Luo book are used to directly ask questions about the way of heaven based on merits and virtues.
The implication of this is extremely auspicious.
Upon hearing this, Dayu quickly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please clear up the doubts of this junior!"
Then I heard the Holy Emperor Fuxi say: "The small is coming to the big, the yin and yang are harmonious!"
"This indicates smooth communication between yin and yang, which is a sign of losing something small and gaining something big!"
"When I look at this hexagram, it seems that there are six or five numbers..."
"This is Xiang Di Yi's sister, she has profound merit!"
After saying that, Holy Emperor Fuxi looked at Dayu meaningfully.
The expression on Dayu's face kept changing.
Finally made a decision!
"From small to large..."
"Di Yi is my sister..."
He murmured, already knowing how to choose.
Then he took a deep breath, his soul vibrated, and he cut off all the causal ties between the magic weapons and spiritual treasures used to control the floods in the past and him.
Dayu who controlled floods...
In that past that belonged to him alone, he also lost these magic weapons and spiritual treasures.
The Dinghai Divine Needle disappeared and fell into the East China Sea.
Water-avoiding sword, escape into the thirty-third heaven.
The mountain-opening ax was wrapped in countless spiritual lights and flew into the Zixiao Palace.
Dayu, who was trying to control the floods, had no magic weapon to help him.
I can only lead the people like in the dream, relying on wisdom and perseverance, to lead the waves of floods into the sea.
Wow!
Dayu spat out a mouthful of black and thick blood.
But the true spirit was purified, and the karma and evil obstacles in the soul gradually faded away.
Seeing this, Holy Emperor Fuxi congratulated repeatedly: "Fellow Taoist, I finally have hope of getting rid of the evil obstacles!"
"Thank you, His Majesty the Holy Emperor!" Dayu solemnly bowed his head and thanked him.
But there are doubts in my heart.
This kind of opportunity wouldn't just appear to him for no reason, right?
Who is helping him secretly?
Who on earth is willing to bear such a fate?
Why didn't he even say hello?
You haven’t even said anything yet?
Could it be...
Among these three realms, is there really a certain saint whose moral cultivation has reached the point of having no desires or desires?
