- I have said to you, "When the great road is abolished, benevolence and righteousness emerge." If those who cultivate benevolence and righteousness want to go back to the great road, the difficulty is no less difficult than ascending to the blue clouds. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
The saint of humanity stood on the altar. At this time, the moonlit night was silent, but it could not cover up the magnificent light of the Lutian altar.
There was a small case in front of him. There was an incense burner on the table with three sticks of incense stuck on it. The incense burner looked simple, but the hidden patterns inside were extremely complicated. Opposite the small case, there is a stone mirror, which is as tall as a person. In the mirror, smoke is lingering, and clouds and fog towers are spread out into the sky, making it look like a fairyland outside the world.
The saint of humanity gathered up his sacrificial robes, sat in front of the desk, burned incense, poured tea, raised his cup, and bowed to the mirror.
- Over the past tens of millions of years, there have been countless people who have ascended the path of immortality, but only a handful of people have attained the path. Since the time of witchcraft, the human race has never had a powerful ruler. It is self-evident how difficult this path is. Shen Xiaozi, have you thought clearly
The clouds and mist in the mirror dispersed, covering up all kinds of fairyland scenes, and in the end there was only a pale color with no edges visible.
The saint of humanity looked at the three sticks of incense in front of him. The incense was reflected in his clear eyes, flickering and flickering.
He put down the teacup in his hand and sighed: "Taiqing doesn't want to see me?"
- The big mirror is going to die, find another way.
More than a hundred years ago, when the demon tribe came to Jiu Ming City, the Blue Bird sent by Taiqing told him this.
Today, more than a hundred years later, he is still sitting firmly on the altar of Lutian, guarding the last isolated southern city of the human race among the monster beasts.
The eyes of the Saint of Humanity fell on the mist-shrouded stone mirror, as peaceful and profound as before: "Tai Qing always said that my practice time was too short, so I was no match for the other Saints. But I have attained Dao after a hundred years, so naturally I can do it again." Hua Bai will surpass all of you in a hundred years. I am not afraid of Gongsun Yanhua who is over 100,000 years old, I am not afraid of Mang Yi who stabs me in the back, I am not afraid of Sheng Tianxiang who acts secretly, and I am not afraid of you who kills the saint and destroys his family."
"Taiqing, if I was still hesitant before ascending to the Holy Throne, then after ascending to the Holy Throne... I have nothing to fear."
- Saints are not concerned with cause and effect. Gongsun Yanhua's tricks are really ridiculous... Well, if you don't take action, then I will let Rong Daozi kill Hu Hanmei.
The saint of humanity sat motionless in front of the case, but the fog showed no sign of dispersing.
Now the human army is being restrained by the demon army led by Huang Quan, and even the direct descendant does not know whether he is alive or dead, but he cannot personally help like the ghost saint. Because the message of blood has been carried in the wind, the smell of demon clan is getting stronger and stronger. Compared to Mirror Country, which is the foundation of humanity, things on the East China Sea side are obviously slower. en8.
The sounds of demonic beasts' trombones came and went, getting closer and closer, and the Lutian Holy Altar grew brighter and brighter, but the Humane Saint always sat calmly where he was.
The bright moon gradually rises in the sky.
There are rays of light rising from the ground on the Lutian Holy Altar. These rays of light are condensed into beams, illuminating the dark night and creating a false dawn.
At this time, the incense stick in front of him was half burned, and the stone mirror showed no movement. The Saint of Humanity clenched the tea cup in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and once again raised his cup to the stone mirror in salute. He said: "Taiqing, I ask to see you for the last time."
-If you are not on the altar of Lu Tian, Gongsun Yanhua may flatten the mirror at any time. So sit still and don't move. I will incarnate myself and come to control the palace.
The stone mirror was quiet, empty, white, and lifeless.
The Saint of Humanity looked at the mirror for a while, then at the remaining half of the incense, and silently put down the tea cup in his hand. If you can't contact Taiqing before these three sticks of incense burn out, then this attempt will be considered a failure. When the sandalwood was first burned and tea was served, the Yuntai Fog Tower of the North Sea clearly appeared on the stone mirror, but then it was quickly obscured by the mist. It was probably Taiqing who was using his magical power to interfere.
Taiqing didn't want to see him.
The saint of humanity is still silent, but in fact it is useless to see him.
Now that he has given up the palace, Taiqing understands his intention, so he also gives up the annex. It can be said that the overall situation has been decided for the return of the palace. There are gods from a hundred thousand years ago in the Heavenly Palace, but today's monastic world can no longer accommodate so many practitioners. The road given by Heaven is really too narrow, so we have to fight, fight, and fight for our lives.
Taiqing ascended to the holy throne for the sake of the Immortal Dao, and he could only sacrifice his life for the Immortal Dao.
This time is different from the usual orthodox disputes. This is serious, and they want to kill the saint and destroy the family. Taiqing has secretly helped the saints of humanity every time humanity faced a major turning point, but not this time. Each of the six saints in the world stands on the opposite side of each other.
"That's all."
The saint of humanity stood up, his complicated sacrificial robes trailing on the ground, but not stained by any dust, just like himself, walking in the mortal world without being stained by cause and effect.
The bright moon on the horizon is at the center of the sky, and the Lutian Holy Altar rises into the sky to coincide with it. The moonlight shines brightly behind the saint of humanity, and the night is silent. His silver hair is whiter than frost and snow, his face is still young, and his brows and eyes are dyed with the softness of the moonlight. He looks more like a saint who cares for all people than ever before.
A gentle and friendly chuckle came from under the moon, and the beast stepped into the altar with light footsteps.
A white bull as big as a small mountain fell from the sky, carrying a thin and pale woman in a black dress on its back. This white cow has an extraordinary origin at first glance. It is pure white with no trace of color. Its eyes are warm and clear, and it is quite spiritual. With a snake-like tail and wings on its back, this mount that looks like a white bull is the legendary Jie clan who serve the demon saints with their flesh and blood.
And what's on its back is undoubtedly the demon saint Gongsun Yanhua.
Gongsun Yanhua looked even weaker than when she just woke up. She was so thin that only a handful of bones were left. Her long black skirt hung close to her body, making her skin look even paler. Her temples were white, her black hair was streaked with silver threads, and there were some fine lines at the corners of her eyes. She looked particularly weak leaning on the back of the white bull.
But she was still beautiful, with red lips as red as blood and full of life.
"Jingli..." The demon saint held up Bai Niu's body and sat up. It looked like she was quite exhausted, and even speaking was a bit difficult. She looked at the humane saint who stood up to greet him and smiled gently: "You are the most outstanding among the disciples of this generation. If I were asked to attack this junior more than a hundred years ago, I would not be able to lose face no matter what."
The Saint of Humanity had an indifferent look on his face, and he replied calmly: "I live in the same holy position, and Taiqing doesn't dare to call me my elder in vain. I wonder what Fellow Taoist Gongsun means by this?"
The demon saint seemed not to have heard what he said, and continued talking on her own. Her voice was soft and soft, still with a sense of tolerance for the younger generation: "It's a pity, this is not a person who cherishes talents and talents. The era of our generation. It comes too quickly, too urgently. The young have not yet grown up, but the old are about to pass away."
The Saint of Humanity originally thought that she was trying to show off her senior's attitude and try to overpower him in terms of momentum, but her words always sounded like she was deeply helpless. He looked straight at the demon saint with steady eyes, silently waiting for her to continue.
The demon saint coughed a few times, and after a while, he raised his head and smiled apologetically at him: "I'm sorry..."
Before she could finish her words, she started coughing again. The Humanity Sage lowered his eyes slightly and stopped looking at her directly. It would be a bit offensive to look at her any further.
The demon saint kept coughing intermittently, and Bai Niu paced uneasily, turning around a few times before she stopped. After coughing, her voice became hoarse, but she was still gentle and tolerant. She said: "Sooner or later, we will perish. When the fruit is ripe, the last value left is to spread the seeds, so we are not afraid of death." Jingli, all saints are like this, living in this holy position and thinking about how to die."
Her words were very fragmented, and the saint of humanity could not discern any mystery for a while. Maybe she was just old and wanted to find someone to talk to about those words that had been suppressed for a hundred thousand years.
"I can't die." The voice of the Saint of Humanity was cold. He simply refuted the words of the Saint of Demonic Path, "Humanity is different. The human race is too fragile. If the Saint is not around, he will only become a vassal of other ways."
Just like the human race in the Wuwu Demon Realm, during the 100,000 years when the Wuwu Demon Realm was completely closed, they were raised by the devil and tested countless times with the water of Wangchuan and Jichuan. If you have experienced the baptism of Wangchuan Jichuan and still have a clear mind, you will be selected into the Demonic Sect and become a disciple. After these disciples grow into demon cultivators, the nature of life changes, and they will treat their former compatriots in the same way.
For the demonic realm of Wuwu Demon Realm, the human race is just the same resource as the blessed land, cave and sky, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
This is pretty good. If it falls into the hands of Shiwandashan, I'm afraid it will become food.
These words were so straightforward that the demon saint couldn't help laughing: "You can't control these things after all."
She thought about it, recalled it carefully, and then said to the Saint of Humanity: "The prosperity of the human race has long been gone. It is precisely because of the disorder of the world and the lack of time for the great road that the human race has risen and the witchcraft has gained enlightenment. .”
The demon saint has lived longer than any saint today. She has truly experienced the age of gods and demons.
She mentioned the origin of practitioners, the source of Tao seed, Tianqi. Why can ascetics understand the way of heaven and earth? It's because of the Tao seed. So where does Taoism come from? It's because of the first apocalypse.
What if we go back further? For example, how did the apocalypse appear in the first place
No one can answer questions like this.
But now the Demon Dao Saint has given an explanation. She said that at that time, the Dao was free, so it would use the apocalypse to let humans gain some incredible power. This was not the original intention of Tiandao. In the long years that followed, Tiandao's rules tried countless times to correct the mistakes caused by Apocalypse. It takes back this power from the fallen cultivators and directly kills the cultivators who are too powerful. This is what cultivators often call "returning the Tao to heaven".
"After the apocalypse, witches appeared in the human race. In today's terms, they are people who have obtained the Tao seed." The saint of humanity naturally knew what she was talking about. He continued, "In order for the human race to reproduce, witches gave up human emotions. , practice the original Taoism in the world, the witch Tao. They use the power of heaven and earth, and the power of human hearts to fight against earth-shattering disasters, and against the evil monsters and beasts that are eagerly watching."
The saint of humanity said in a deep voice: "This is the ancient era when the human race was the most powerful. As for the ancient times, gods and demons rose, and the human race no longer prospered. After the great catastrophe, all the ways competed, hundreds of schools of thought united, and there was finally a powerful person in the human race. Achieve humanity and ascend to the holy throne, so that our human race will no longer support other traditions."
"When this catastrophe comes, maybe I am the last saint of humanity. No matter what... I cannot let the freedom of mankind be destroyed in my hands."
The white hair of the saint of humanity spreads out in the wind, and his pure white sacrificial robes have wrinkles like water under the moonlight. He chuckled, and the crescent moon in the sky instantly turned into a full moon, with brilliance pouring down. The white moonlight intertwined with the sacred light on the altar, making it magnificent and ever-changing.
"That's it for the small talk. I would like to ask fellow Taoist Gongsun to give me some advice."