The old people looked at it and laughed: "Tianzun is about to come out of seclusion!"
Crowds of people gradually gathered from all over the place.
Even the wives and concubines of dignitaries from Chu, Chen, and Cai appeared on the banks of this river.
Everyone craned their necks.
Waiting for the Heavenly Lord to come out of seclusion.
Bai Ze was mixed in the crowd, and such a scene made him feel a little dazed.
It seems to have traveled through time and space, returning to the era when the Three Emperors ruled the world and the Five Emperors established their relationships.
At that time, the human race seemed to be like this.
Everyone is full of hope, and every household is filled with smiles.
The brilliance of the Holy Emperor of the human race shines on the ancestors of the human race. The huge Huabiao stands in the human homeland beside countless spiritual veins. Anyone who has any grievances or dissatisfaction can directly communicate with the will of the Holy Emperor through the Huabiao.
Within three days, the Holy Emperor's envoy will come to your door in person to ask for advice.
Everything is so beautiful!
but……
That was just a short time in the past.
As the ancestors of the human race spread to the entire southern continent, the era of the Three Emperors finally came to an end.
But the era of the Three Holy Emperors ended, and the huge splendid watch began to decay.
These creations of heaven collapsed one after another.
This means that the human race, as the protagonist, has to rely on itself from now on.
At the end of the Three Emperors Era, Holy Emperor Fuxi was on the banks of the Luoshui River. He used the river map and the Luoshu to evolve the innate gossip and divine the future of the human race to heaven and earth.
Two innate hexagrams were obtained.
One is Qian, and he praises: Heaven is moving vigorously, and a gentleman will never stop strengthening himself!
One is called Kun, and he praises: The terrain is Kun, and a gentleman is virtuous enough to carry things!
Thus, Yin and Yang merge into one, and Tai Chi evolves.
The way of heaven is clear and the way of humanity is slow.
Thinking back on this secret that is now rarely known in the Three Realms.
Bai Ze lowered his head slightly, but the mortals beside him became excited.
"Tianzun is coming out of seclusion!"
The women holding their children became excited.
Not only the human women, but also the women and children of the demon and water tribes were also excited.
What are they looking forward to?
Bai Ze didn't quite understand.
But he had seen the looks on these mortal faces before.
In those eras when the Holy Kings and Emperors traveled around the world, they were passed by by the Holy Emperor, supported by all the people, and drank from the pot.
And this finally allowed the world to gather momentum, allowing the human race to have its own powerful master!
Master Wang who punishes the people and upholds justice for Heaven, and takes benevolence and righteousness as his banner!
Master Wang can only conquer injustice and punish evildoers.
When Master Wang's blade swings towards the innocent.
Master Wang fell from the altar.
He no longer represents the world, no longer represents all the people, can no longer punish the people for their sins, and can no longer do justice for heaven.
As a result, the teacher of benevolence and righteousness degenerated into an army of tigers and wolves.
No matter how powerful the Taoism is or the most magical power, it can only be reduced to the embers of a great catastrophe.
In fact, the stronger the Taoism and the more supernatural powers, the faster and more miserable the death!
This is backlash!
Just like the Xiahou clan's royal master who once whipped the world and commanded the world.
In the end, they were all buried in Mingtiao.
The bones are still haunted by a curse!
In Bai Ze's pupils, above the heads of the mortal beings here, there are wisps of faint smoke pillars that ordinary people cannot see.
These smoke plumes are intertwined with each other.
What the people want, everyone is united.
This place can already give birth to the embryo of a king master.
Bai Ze knows this very well!
but……
"Even if the King Master here succeeds, what will his fate be in the future?" Bai Ze thought.
The master of the Holy Dynasty of the Xiahou family eventually degenerated into an executioner who slaughtered all people. He was cursed by all people, despised by heaven and earth, and would never be reincarnated!
Tang Wu and Yi Yin spent all their efforts to create the King Master, but after maintaining it for three thousand years, they ran out of luck and decayed together with Jianmu.
The Yuan Dynasty, King Wen, King Wu, and Duke Zhou tried their best for three generations, but they still failed to create a true king master.
He can only be considered half a king master.
Even so, this army was buried in the misty waters of the Han River. When they began to massacre and suppress mortals, it was already destined to be like this!
These secrets are things that Bai Ze will not reveal easily.
It is also the embers of history that he has preserved.
Therefore, Bai Ze just watched everything in front of him quietly.
Just like the past two guilds.
The fate of humankind seems to have embarked on a downward spiral path at a certain moment.
In the dark, there seems to be some force pushing the human race to keep falling.
nothing is forever.
Nothing can always be glorious!
Great ideals will decay over time, and firm beliefs will be shaken by the impact of all kinds of trivial matters.
The great virtuous man of the human race finally had only two choices to take.
Otherwise, watch everything decay with you.
Why not, fly to the Fire Cloud Cave, be trapped in the human dojo, and watch the reincarnation of history, but there is nothing you can do!
Even saints seem unable to do anything about it.
Our membership is the best evidence!
What can the ‘Tianzun’ here change?
Bai Ze asked himself in his heart.
Then, he remembered what he had seen and heard these days.
Those bits and pieces emerge in the soul.
Mortals make their own village rules and township covenants, and elect their own village chief, land, river god, and mountain god...
There are many windmills everywhere and water wheels turning along the river.
The young monk walked on the road and went deep into the village.
The demon tribe, water tribe, shaman tribe, and asuras are closely united around the human tribe.
Pay attention to education and people's livelihood.
The land is publicly owned and the people are enthusiastic.
"This is a different path from that of the Xiahou clan..." Bai Ze recalled the era of the Xiahou clan that he had experienced.
The Xiahou clan united the two clans of witches and demons.
The essence is just to unify the great sage and the great shaman.
Transfer benefits, strive for unity, grant authority, and seal mountains and rivers.
But here, it's the other way around.
Both the transformed big demon and the untransformed little demon seem to enjoy the same treatment.
If the Great Sage breaks the law, the Holy Tree of Enlightenment will also be punished accordingly.
"Is this kind of road feasible?" Bai Ze wondered.
"How can that 'Tianzun' stand up to such a deviant attitude?" This was his second question.
Bai Ze knew that the road here was destined to be full of thorns.
Once it becomes known to the saints.
If the Heavenly Lord here is not strong enough, if he cannot strengthen his will.
Then, he will face pervasive penetration and blows from everywhere!
"Then 'Tianzun' should know that there will be such a result..."
"What makes him dare to come down to earth in this association?"
"Isn't he afraid that someone will steal all this?"
Thinking like this, countless cheers suddenly came from my ears.
"Tianzun is out of seclusion!"
When Bai Ze looked up, he saw a strange sight that he would never forget!
The world suddenly became brilliant.
The sun penetrates the clouds and falls on the river.
Even the clouds in the sky seemed to be colorful.
And in the river, golden lotuses bloomed, and countless auspicious signs appeared one after another from both sides of the river.
Tens of thousands of auspicious birds are hovering on the river.
A path transformed by sunlight extends from the water veins.
Countless magnificent patterns are intertwined with countless symbols.
In my ears, there is the faint sound of thousands of people reciting.
"One one makes one, one two makes two..."
Bai Ze's pupils suddenly locked: "This is..."
His Taoist heart tightened.
"The breath of a saint!"
It can only be and must be a saint!
Except for saints, no one in the Three Realms can have such an appearance.
but……
Even if you are a saint, this is a bit too much!
besides……
Haven't all the saints stopped descending to earth in person to establish Taoism in the human world long ago?
