Yuan Shi was the third of the six saints to leave the flood wilderness. With a smile on his face, he stepped into the plane wall of the extreme south, and Nuwa stood in front of the Wa Palace and bowed to him.

Yuan Shi said: "Nuwa Daoyou, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

Nuwa smiled and said, "This meeting has been going on for a long time. ”

Yuan Shi nodded, looking at the wall of the most marginal plane, looking at a kind of human power under him, it was very quiet here.

Ten towering weeping willows, no wind, no sun and moon, no stars, no mountains and rivers splendid. Only the silence is as long as promised, the years are too long, and the sky is old and the earth is old.

Yuan Shi waved his hand, and Qingyun floated by, shining with golden light, reflecting the entire world. The light is dim, above the sky, a majestic palace emerges, the book "Yuqing Palace", the beginning of the step in, sit in it.

The powerful immortals of the human race below calmed down after being shocked. Only Fu Xi got up and stepped into the Wa Palace.

Fu Xi entered the Wa Palace and never appeared again. Because, he was returned to the flood by Nuwa.

On Shouyang Mountain, Lao Tzu looked up at the west, Yuan Shi could walk easily, but he couldn't just leave, he was the master of Xuanmen, and he was responsible for the entire Xuanmen.

The two saints of the West never left the flood wilderness, but only got up on the top of the twelve-grade golden lotus.

The golden lotus is the twelfth grade, not the broken lotus platform that lost the third grade and fell into the ninth grade.

The sage travels eastward, walking in the Pure Land of the West, the west wind raises the yellow sand, the clothes bring the wind, the saint is like a mortal, and the heaven and earth are no different from the east, and the desert wind and sand accompany the saint to the east.

Lao Tzu raised his eyes and looked at the introduction, and then ignored it again.

Led eastward, crossed the Pure Land of the West, crossed the vast ocean, and set foot on the immortal land of Dongsheng Shenzhou.

The guide never stopped, he went all the way to the east, crossed the Shenzhou, and stopped in front of an immortal mountain.

Nine Immortal Mountain, the fairy aura is swirling, the flowers and plants are in full bloom, the sky and clouds are quiet, the living beings are quiet, and all things are alive.

The guide ascended the Nine Immortals Mountain, and at that moment, Qingluo sensed it.

Qingluo was unmoved, he couldn't control it, and he didn't care anymore. The wisdom of the sage is infinite, and he cannot guess the wisdom of the sage.

Led into the Nine Immortals Mountain, a leafless and flowerless peach tree stood on the Nine Immortals Mountain.

Then he went to the bottom of the tree, and he looked up at the tree, and the pain on his face was even heavier.

Sit down, cross your knees, fold your hands, close your eyes, and recite a mantra.

"The Great Compassion Mantra"

"Nam-no, drink Ratana, Dora-yeya, Nam-no, Ajaya, Bharukati, Shrou-raya, Bodhisattva, Mahasattva... ”

Word by word, word by word, sentence by sentence. Pity the common people, and only have mercy on one person.

The peach tree was even more sad when he heard it, and the sadness was even more sad. The sadness of the peach tree infected the whole mountain, and it was all sad.

Birds are sad, wood is sad, grass is sad, everything is sad.

A cicada fell in grief and landed on the peach tree.

After reciting the mantra, he turned his back to the peach tree and asked, "Is there a margin to the bitter sea?"

The peach tree branches swayed.

Then he said: "The bitter sea is endless, and the back is the shore."

If you turn back, I will take you here, and extradite you out of the sea of suffering. ”

After the Taoist finished speaking, he closed his eyes and said no more.

Nine Immortal Mountain, tranquil. Under the peach tree without leaves, flowers and fruits, a Mai Taoist sat cross-legged with his head down, the Taoist closed his eyes and fell asleep, and all living beings outside were no longer involved with him.

In the dream, the peach tree became a human being, Guangchengzi.

In the dream, the Nine Immortals Mountain turned into a sea, and he was in the middle of the sea.

In the dream, the Taoist became a boatman, and he was extraditing passers-by.

The sea is boundless, it is a black sea. A boatman is no different, an ordinary boatman. Guang Chengzi is different, he is just an ordinary person, but he is stepping on the sea.

The extradilist drove the boat to the sea, and the waves were churning, and the waves were raging, and the waves were stirring up in the sea, and the small boat, a lonely boat, could capsize at any time.

Guang Chengzi didn't know, he didn't dare to move, he didn't dare to go, he was afraid that as soon as he left, he would fall into the sea.

He wanted to wait for the boat to cross him, but the boat was too small in the sea, and was blocked by the wind and waves, so he couldn't get close.

He hesitated for a while, and a strong wind blew in the sky, and a mist was born, and a great fire descended, hindering the approach of the boat, and the boat went farther and farther, and the farther and smaller, from a lonely boat to a point.

Guang Chengzi panicked, he hurriedly stepped forward, and as soon as he stepped out, he fell into the sea.

The sea water was cold, and his heart was twitching even more painfully when he touched his body, and he struggled desperately, desperately swimming forward, the small boat.

But he swam away, and the wind blew him back three more times, and the miasma was blinded again, and he swam in the wrong direction three times, and the fire forced him back three more times, and the tenth time, he finally passed through the wind, walked out of the miasma, swam out of the sea of fire, and saw the Ye Xiaozhou again, and he climbed up in ecstasy, and got out of the sea of suffering.

Guang Chengzi didn't know why, he laughed wildly, and cried sadly. He took a small boat and returned to the shore and escaped from the sea of suffering.

On the Nine Immortals Mountain, the dead trees are spring, the peach trees regenerate new leaves, the peach blossoms are in full bloom again, the breeze comes naturally, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing. Guang Chengzi woke up, but he became a cicada, the cicada that fell from the peach tree.

The peach blossoms are fragrant under the tree, the Taoist opens his eyes, spreads his palm, and the cicada falls into the palm. He smiled and said, "You have not yet experienced the calamities, and you still need to be tempered for another lifetime before you can achieve positive results."

Come with me!"

The Taoist got up and walked with steps. Turning away from the fragrance of the peach tree, returning to the pure land of the West, and coming again with a wish.

The Taoist is gone, and another Taoist is coming.

Qingluo stood where the upper Taoist stood, looked up at the fragrance of peach blossoms on the tree, his eyes were full of brilliance, and after looking at it for a while, he smiled at the peach blossoms in full bloom.

He said, "That's good. ”

The first Taoist came here to take away a cicada, and the second Taoist came here to leave a fate.

Qingluo waved his hand, a little spiritual light entered the tree, the tree body was supernatural, and the flowers bloomed more vigorously. He can be regarded as using this tree and giving it a little karma, which can be regarded as repaying the cause and effect.

The Origin Heavenly Venerable of the Wall of the Plane, although he was reluctant, smiled reassuringly.

Yuan Shi looked at Qingluo on Jiuxian Mountain again, his eyes did not have a trace of emotion, no coldness, no anger, no joy and no hatred.

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Emperor Fuxi, after tens of thousands of years, once again set foot on the desolate land, he returned to the Huoyun Cave that had been cold for many years, and then entered the miasma and poison in the north of Luzhou, and then went to Shouyang Mountain, and then went to the heavenly court, and then went down to the world. Manifest the saints in the world, the emperor of the human race, and shine in the human world.

The power of the Quartet is shocked, the identity of the emperor is very eye-catching, and no one knows what the power of the human race, who has lived in seclusion or disappeared for many years, or the emperor Fuxi, suddenly returned to the flood and famine, and what actions he made.

Fu Xi appeared in the world for ten years, and the ancestor of the Styx waited for Fu Xi for ten years. It's not that he doesn't dare, but he's worried that something will happen, his move is a matter of the way, if he can recapture the nine-grade green lotus, with the creation of the green lotus as the source, the karmic fire red lotus as the body, and the karmic fire burning lotus, his twelve-grade karmic fire red lotus will have a great possibility to become the fifteen-grade karmic fire lotus, the innate treasure!