Seven stars and sun, daytime meteors, and a huge opening in the sky.

This wonder of the world, the entire Zhongzhou continent, is visible to the naked eye, and everyone can see it.

Even though it is strange, no one talks about it.

On the other hand, at this moment, the southwest of the continent.

Forget the worries of the mountain, the crane road, the white crane mouth.

On the high platform stone seat, there is an old Taoist on the seat, a person stands beside him, and there are 100 futons under the seat.

One hundred and ten disciples sat cross-legged and recited.

The ancestor of the Divine Crane Daomen, forgetting the sorrow, pinched his fingers, squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the sky, twisted his left hand with a white beard with a sigh in his heart, his hand tightened, and he pulled out a hand of white whiskers in vain, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts the old man!"

"Your Excellency, why?" There is a brown-haired middle-aged man standing on the left side of the Taoist Elder Forgetting Sorrow, with azure robes, embroidered with eight cloud cranes, and his cold face is unmoved by external objects.

After Mangkhut saw Uncle Forget Grief pinching his fingers, he plucked his hair in vain and shouted pain, where had he seen such a scene, and immediately ordered all the disciples to stand up and wait for the decree of the ancestor.

"Hehe, don't panic, the old man looks at the sky, knows the number of days, knows the turmoil in Kyushu, and the catastrophe in Zhongzhou is coming. See the celestial phenomena again, the dark clouds cover the sun, the day accumulates and rises, I am afraid that the catastrophe will come, fortunately, the sky is endless, today the celestial phenomena are abnormal, the number of days and the natal chart is disrupted by this anomaly, there is a star falling, descending to the mortal dust, or demons, or saviors, related to a thought. Forgetting the sorrow, he stroked his gray beard, patted Mangosteen's shoulder, and continued in a serious voice,

"With the order of the seventh generation head of the Shenhe Gate, I ordered my Shenhe Dao Gate to step down, the disciple of the inner gate of one hundred and thirty-seven, and the protégé of the outer door of three thousand seven hundred and eighty-six, and I need to work together to assist the son of the destiny of Zhongzhou when the catastrophe in Zhongzhou comes, destroy the calamity, turn the tide in the past, and save the people from fire and water."

The one hundred and thirty-seventh disciples under the seat of "Nuo" spoke in unison, and their voices were like a bell.

Seeing this situation, the Taoist chief was very relieved in his heart, a boulder in his heart fell, he couldn't help but feel comfortable, and laughed heartily, "Hahahahaha", the Taoist who forgot to be sad, waved his hand and flicked his sleeves, and the thirty-ton landing mountain gate of the Shenhe Gate was blasted open by a sleeve of true qi.

A dry and wrinkled finger pointed to the skyline of the sunrise, and said slowly to the real man of Mangosteen beside him, "Jinmu is in the north, look at the north and return." ”

The heart of the Tao is transparent, and the real person of Mangkhut instantly understood the mind of the Taoist Elder of Forgetting Sorrow, in just eight words, the Taoist of Forgetting Sorrow has entrusted him with the important task of saving the common people and finding the Son of Destiny.

Hearing this, Mangosteen Zhenren knelt on one knee in response, clasped his hands into fists and saluted, bit his jaw tightly, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "I will not disgrace my mission." ”

At this moment, Mangosteen Zhenren felt that his shoulders were extremely heavy, and he was carrying the people of Li and all living beings in the world, and he had not stood up for a long time. Like a stone statue.

And the mournful Taoist on the seat did not urge, or even say more, but slowly closed his eyes and walked away.

The two of them stood for a long time, the disciples were at the bottom, and the concentration was not as deep as the two of them after all, and it was a half-bow posture, and finally at the instigation of the disciples, the inner disciple, He Changqing, came forward to inquire about the next instructions of the two seniors.

When He Changqing came to the Forgotten Sorrow Daoist, he saluted respectfully but did not react. But hearing the sound of subtle water droplets falling on the stone steps, He Changqing, the eldest disciple of the inner door, looked sideways, and knelt down to worship the uncle, Mangosteen Zhenren, tears poured down at this time, if it wasn't for the back to everyone, everyone would have already seen the man who was as resolute as a mountain on weekdays, and he had already cried into tears at this moment.

"Master, his old man, the immortal has passed away. A trembling voice came from Mangosteen's mouth.

The inner disciples and everyone under the seat can hear clearly, and even between the flying clothes, there are six more people in Tsing Yi with different shapes, men and women beside Mangosteen, this is the Eight Sages of Shenhe under the Shenhe Gate, the Eight True People.

Headed by mangosteen, sweet potato, flying cake, door panel, black ball, gourd, peach, and Duanmu Zhenren who traveled and practiced outside, and called the Eight Sages of Shenhe, eight Taoist real people with the ability to know the heavens and the earth.

Mangosteen, with a calm and resolute face, a long stick of mangosteen, beating a snake and hitting seven inches, beating people like a snake, fast and accurate.

Sweet potato, the face is like a hemp potato, the nose is like an upside-down clock, and the sea is turned over the river meteor hammer, and there is no ring regretfully.

Flying cakes, flexible jumping, like to shuttle between the mountains and forests, drinking and having fun, no drunkenness, sober days are always so short.

The door panel, whether it is face or figure, is flat and flat, the most important thing is a girl, and it hurts to beat people, after many verifications, it is best not to say words like flat in front of her.

Black ball, born in someone's family, bare-assed, white boy, white and fat, but he is black like charcoal, but round like a ball, so I won't go into details.

The gourd and the peach are brother and sister, and the gourd real person's gourd is simply filled with everything, so you never know what he is in the gourd. Shui Tao is a pacifist, does not fight, does not kill, does not care about idle affairs, does not persuade fights, worships Wushan Tong's grandmother, just because of the cultivation of beauty.

The most mysterious and elusive of the eight real people is Duanmu Zhenren, the background is ominous, the accident is unknown, the dragon sees the head but does not see the tail, and the rivers and lakes do not have his legend, or maybe he travels around just to see and do nothing.

Mangosteen Zhenren couldn't hold back his excitement, and said lightly, "You guys are here, the master and his old man are gone." ”

"Congratulations to the ancestor of forgetting sorrow and driving the crane immortal!" Mangosteen took the lead and bowed in a low voice, and the rest of the people did the same.

Everyone in the audience was the same, "Congratulations to the ancestor of forgetting sorrow and driving the crane immortal!"

The heart is delicate and unworldly, seeing the sad Taoist with closed eyes, he couldn't help crying out loud, and moved his whole body, and the water peach real person cried loudly, which triggered the collective emotional resonance of everyone, and finally fell like a dam, and the whole hall echoed with everyone's crying.

After a while, everyone is still crying, how can there still be the appearance of the immortal bones, but this is the most real emotion of human beings, the important person in the heart is gone, and tears are the outlet for catharsis and sadness.

Mangosteen stood up resolutely, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his cuffs, looked at the intersection in the north, and strode forward.

This is a small step for Mangosteen, but it is a big step to save the people from fire and water.

Mangosteen walked very steadily and steadily at every step, not in a hurry or slowly, until the voice behind him became farther and farther away, and he was resolute.

Three days later, the entire Zhongzhou continent was in turmoil, not because the catastrophe was coming, but because of the Shenhemen corporal who moved Zhongzhou, two great powers, one died, and the other ran away.

This news shocked the entire Daomen.

Outsiders just sighed, but they didn't know that the two of them, one in order to explore the way to cross the catastrophe, did not hesitate to consume his own qi and blood essence, spied on the heavens, and martyred himself, and the other sought the Tao with his body, and was stepping into a turbulent fate.

More than 20 days passed before I knew it.

At the same time, in Tanbe County, Zhongzhou, the Shi family of the Wang family, a family of maids and officials of all ages and children, were busy preparing a full moon banquet for the young master who was born.

Only Mrs. Le urged the patriarch of Shi Da to quickly choose a name for her son, afraid that after the full moon, the child would not have a name yet.

"Madam, Madam, I thought of it, just call it a little cub, stone cold, golden wood is cold, plum blossom fragrance comes from the bitter cold, without a cold bone, how to get plum blossom fragrance. Madam, am I very talented?" Shi Pan laughed happily.

"You're a big-headed ghost, but it's a shame that you can still come up with this name, it sounds pretty good, Shi Han, Shi Han. That's it, why don't you go to the back kitchen to help, what are you still doing here? ”

"Yes, yes, I'll go. Shi Pan laughed and walked away.

Shi Han, an ordinary child, was born from the gap in the sky, and came to the world with the title of Jinmu Divine Stone.

What kind of legend will it bring.

Speaking of Mangosteen, the real person may have been lost on the road of life.