Wearing a purple gold crown on her head, a worry-free crane on her body, and three clusters of beautiful beards under her lips, neatly trimmed.
The ancestor of the Earthly Immortal, this immortal has passed through the Golden Immortal Tribulation since ancient times, and now he has attained Daluo enlightenment and opened his eyes.
The book on the ground in his hand was slowly put away.
His face turned green and white for a while, extremely embarrassed!
"Get lost!" In the Biyou Palace, the angry scoldings of Saint Jiejiao seemed to be still ringing in his ears.
In the eyes, the Saint of Jiejiao still seems to be standing with his hands behind his back, his face is like frost, his feet are stepping on the earth, patches of green lotus are emerging from the earth's veins, countless thunder lights are rushing to the left and right, fairy lights are rising into the sky, and the Saint's power is coming towards his face.
Then he felt the color of the sky and the earth change, and there were bursts of thunder.
The clear fairy light all around was rolling and roaring.
The divine thunder of the Supreme Purity is hidden within, ready to go.
The Qingping sword is locked in the distance, and the wind and clouds are rolling.
Murderous intent!
Zhen Yuanzi took a deep breath.
"No wonder you were attacked by the four saints during the Great Tribulation of the Gods!" He shook his head: "With such a saint who does not know etiquette, how can the disciples understand the rules?!"
Even though he said this, Zhen Yuanzi's hands could not help but tremble.
Under the saint, all living beings are ants!
The Wuzhuang Temple's ability to continue from ancient times to the present has never relied on Taoism, magical powers, spiritual treasures and immortals.
Instead, he walks among all parties without offending anyone.
At the same time, it acts as an intermediary in negotiations between all parties.
This is the way of survival of Wuzhuangguan.
Therefore, when he sensed that Saint Jiejiao was leaving seclusion, Zhen Yuanzi immediately thought that he should go say hello and make a good relationship.
But don't want to...
No good relationship was achieved, but instead he was slapped back by the sage who intercepted the religion.
I am afraid that all the Daluo and quasi-sages in the Three Realms already know this.
In the Wuzhuang Temple, the ancestor of the Earth Immortal, for some reason, was scolded by the sage who intercepted the religion and walked away. His face was completely trampled in the dirt!
Zhen Yuanzi felt completely baffled and didn't know what to say.
"When have I ever offended a coach?"
I wanted to make some calculations, but after all my hard work, my calculations were only vague.
The cause and effect of saints is inherently reclusive and difficult to calculate.
But the leader of Jie is now outside the world and does not follow the three realms.
The cause and effect is even more chaotic and impossible to calculate.
All he could do was lower his eyebrows and sigh.
What can he do?
When you mention this guy, why should you mention Biyou Palace?
I'm afraid that a piece of Hunyuan Gold Dou will fall down halfway and be captured in the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation.
If you are not very lucky, you might even encounter a water-fire gourd and be captured by Na Kui Niu to fill the eye of the North Sea.
Zhen Yuanzi knew it very well.
He is no match even for the disciples of the saint.
Even the mount that the saint placed on Luzhou in Beiju can handle him easily.
Just as he was sighing, a disciple's voice came from outside the door: "Teacher, Holy Emperor Fuxi from Huoyun Cave sent someone to deliver a letter!"
Zhen Yuanzi suddenly became confused: "Holy Emperor Fuxi?"
The three holy emperors of Huoyundong are the holy emperors of the human race.
After the Lich Catastrophe, these three Holy Emperors led the human race and finally established their position as the protagonists of the world.
Therefore, meritorious deeds bring sanctification and blessings to all people.
But for this reason, these three holy emperors are trapped in the Fire Cloud Cave. Unless the human race is in danger of annihilation, the three emperors are destined to live in seclusion and never come out of the world!
This involves the cause and effect of heaven and earth.
It also involves five Hunyuan Wuji Saints!
Even Zhen Yuanzi has difficulty knowing the details.
However, although the three emperors of Huoyundong are guarding their own immortal mansion, whenever the destiny of the human race reaches a critical moment, they will send their ministers and envoys to travel around the world, contact all parties, and work together for great causes!
Among the three emperors, Fuxi, the emperor and saint, was the most active.
During the Great Tribulation of Conferring Gods, someone took action to enlighten the Golden Immortal and save people in distress.
The reason is that this Holy Emperor is not just the Holy Emperor of the human race.
He is also the Holy King of the Demon Clan!
He is the brother of the demon clan saint Nuwa.
Therefore, the demon clan also receives its blessings and is often favored by them.
Zhen Yuanzi just thought about it carefully and then ordered: "Please come in with the Holy Emperor's letter!"
"Yes!" The disciple bowed respectfully, and after a while, he came to his teacher holding a piece of gold and jade pages, and presented it to him with both hands.
Zhen Yuanzi stood up solemnly, took the Holy Emperor's handwritten letter respectfully, and then bowed in the direction of Huoyun Cave: "I respectfully listen to the Holy Emperor's will!"
The Three Holy Emperors of Fire Cloud Cave.
It is an existence that is both holy and not holy, almost holy.
In a sense, they are the foundation of the human race.
Just like the two Demon Emperors of the Demon Clan in the past, the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan!
Zhen Yuanzi had to respect him.
After praying, he stood up, took the golden book and jade pages and opened it in his hand.
Then one by one, tadpole-like golden inscriptions were revealed from the jade pages. In Zhen Yuanzi's immortal eyes, they slowly transformed into an innate eight trigrams, evolving endlessly.
In my ears, it seemed as if there was a great moral voice from the Holy Emperor saying slowly: "Qian benefited!"
The sound of virtue is faint, like bells in the morning and drums in the evening, shaking people's hearts.
The hexagrams on the jade page flow slowly.
Zhen Yuanzi swallowed.
"This is..." he thought: "Holy Emperor Fuxi is beating me!"
Qian benefits!
The previous sentence is full of losses!
Together they are: This is the way of heaven!
"Tiandao..." Zhen Yuanzi lowered his head: "Zixiao Palace?!"
"Holy Emperor Fuxi, what did you see?!"
But there is one thing that Zhen Yuanzi is sure of.
That is……
Holy Emperor Fuxi, whose virtue extends to the three realms, blesses all living beings.
The He Tu Luo Shu in your hand is the most precious treasure in heaven and earth.
In those days, this treasure helped the Supreme Saint to enlighten the human race and enlighten the light of moral civilization. Therefore, it is a treasure of merit and virtue. It can evolve cause and effect, calculate the three realms, and even glimpse the source of the germination of cause and effect.
As soon as he thought of this, Zhen Yuanzi felt an impulse come to him.
He suddenly woke up: "Qian benefited...Qian benefited..."
"Kun is the ground, Gen is the mountain..."
On the jade pages of the golden book, the innate hexagrams are differentiated.
Of course Zhen Yuanzi understood these hexagrams.
The first hexagram, the sixth day of the lunar month, a humble gentleman, use the rivers!
The second hexagram, sixty-two, Ming Qian!
The third hexagram, work hard, a gentleman will die!
………………
In the past, Zhen Yuanzi recalled the virtuous tone of the Taoist sermon in Zixiao Palace in his mind.
Daozu, who was sitting high on the futon, talked about the great road calmly.
"Qian, Hengye!"
"When the sun is at noon, it is flat; when the moon is full, it is waning!"
The Hunyuan fly whisk was shaking, and Daozu's eyes seemed to have briefly rested on him at that moment.
Suddenly, Zhen Yuanzi was enlightened.
It was as if someone slapped me awake.
But it seemed like I didn't feel anything.
Cause and effect are vague, heavenly secrets are obscure, indescribable, and indescribable.
This feels very familiar!
Very very familiar!
Zhen Yuanzi thought about it, yes...this is the feeling...that feeling when Taozu took his seat in the Zixiao Palace.
At that time, Sanqing had already sat down, and Emperor Wa also got a futon early and sat in front of Daozu.
In front of Taozu's throne, there are six futons, four of which are already owned by others.
The remaining two are for destiny.
As a result, all the heroes were watching with eager eyes.
The demon master Kunpeng took the lead and sat on the fifth futon.
My old friend Hongyun was confused and by chance, sat on the sixth futon.
For a moment, heaven and earth turned sideways, yin and yang agitated, and cause and effect ran amok.
"Fellow Taoist!" Taoist Zhunti, who had a sallow face and skinny muscles, walked up to Hongyun: "This seat is destined for me...I wonder if I can give in to you?!"
It was then, that moment.
Zhen Yuanzi's feeling was the same as it is now.
It seemed that something had been caught, but nothing was caught.
That time and that moment, exactly this moment!
Zhen Yuanzi suddenly felt that his scalp was numb, goosebumps were all over his body, and a mouthful of blood lingered in his throat, almost squirting out.
