Chapter Ninety-One: Becoming a God, Duan Nianwu

When Chu Muxi saw the huge statue of the saint, he was still slightly stunned. It is really amazing to be able to see such a thing in a person's mausoleum, generally speaking, no other people's statues will be built in their own mausoleum, and Chu Muxi's analysis just now can already confirm that this mausoleum was built by the Burning Sky Immortal Monarch. But the Burning Heaven Immortal Venerable is a man, why would a man build a statue of a woman.

"This ...... It is the Holy Maiden of Fuyao. Mu Tingyun beside him looked at the statue of the saint and suddenly spoke, looking at Chu Muxi puzzled, Mu Tingyun explained, "There is a place in Tianji Pavilion, with portraits of saints of the past dynasties, when my mother and I went to Tianji Pavilion before, I naughtily broke in and saw this." The name mentioned under that portrait is Fuyao. ”

Hearing the word Fuyao, Chu Muxi immediately understood that the Holy Maiden of Fuyao was the master of the Burning Heaven Immortal Venerable back then. That's why this statue of the Holy Maiden is what Fuyao looks like, because it was made for her by Burning Sky. Chu Muxi felt that the relationship between the Burning Sky Immortal Venerable and the Fuyao Holy Maiden should not be as simple as a master and apprentice, if it was just a master and apprentice, why did the apprentice build such a large statue for the master in his own mausoleum, and why did he put the idol in his own underground palace?

Chu Muxi hesitated for a while, and saw a water mirror coffin: "What is that?" ”

Before Mu Tingyun could reach out to stop Chu Muxi, Chu Muxi jumped down first, and Mu Tingyun saw that Chu Muxi was extremely helpless to jump from the entrance of the cave.

Chu Muxi walked all the way to the front of the crystal coffin without fear at all, and then saw the person in the crystal coffin. It was an extremely beautiful woman, her long black hair was gently scattered, and she was wearing the costume of the Holy Maiden of Tianji Pavilion, but the only problem was that there was a pierced blood hole on the woman's chest, and the blood stained the clothes on the woman's chest, which was obviously killed. However, the expression on her face was very gentle, there was no pain of death, and there was even a very shallow smile on the corner of her mouth. Chu Muxi remembered that Qingyu had mentioned that the Holy Maiden of Fuyao died more than 3,700 years ago, but the woman in the crystal coffin was still beautiful, and she was almost the same as before her death.

"This is the ...... of the Holy Maiden of Fuyao?" Chu Muxi subconsciously reached out and gently touched the crystal coffin, and a memory flooded into his mind-

It was snowing, and it was covered in snow. The boy looked down at his feet that were purple from the cold, and then curled himself up silently, the boy's clothes were tattered, and there was a tattered mat outside, but this could not avoid the cold at all, suddenly a pair of embroidered shoes appeared in front of him, and the little boy looked up and saw the woman in front of him, the woman was wearing a long skirt of bright colors, holding a bamboo umbrella with red plums on a white background. The woman smiled brightly, stretched out her hand to the boy and said, "I found you, my name is Fuyao, do you want to go with me?" Shall I take care of you in the future? ”

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On the long steps of the sect, the young man was walking towards the mountain with a handful of white cranes in his hand, and suddenly looked up and saw the woman waiting for him at the mountain gate.

The woman was the same as when she first saw her, holding the bamboo umbrella with red plums on a white background, the breeze blowing through the hem of her skirt and the long black hair in her ears. The woman was looking at him with a smile, her eyes as amber as clean and bright. When the young man saw the woman, his eyes burst with brilliance, and his steps, which were not in a hurry, suddenly accelerated, and he rushed directly to hug the woman. He was not as tall as a woman, just reached the woman's shoulder, and immediately put his arms around the woman's neck, and he shouted: "Master! ”

The woman also smiled softly and touched his head: "Welcome home, Ah Tian." ”