Taoist Duobao felt that they were too fanciful and such a thing would be impossible to succeed.
However, Junior Sister Jin Ling really needs the Karma Red Lotus to kill the corpse. If she doesn’t get it, the second corpse cannot be killed. Taoist Duobao couldn’t help but feel worried. The Master is a careless person. As a Senior Brother, the two Junior Sisters have to take care of them. .
"Well, I still have to ask Master for help. If Master comes forward, I think Ancestor Styx will give him face."
But Minghua shook her head, "We won't ask Master for this little matter for now. We can't solve it before asking Master for help. Just in time, my little sister wants to see the difference between me, a late-stage quasi-sage, and the older generation of quasi-sages."
Taoist Duobao was silent.
"Could it be that Senior Brother doesn't want to see his own strength?" Taoist Duobao was rarely moved by her question.
After being promoted to quasi-sage, he has never done anything; as a disciple of a saint, there are really few opportunities to do it. In the past, he had to hide his identity to have the opportunity to practice.
Taoist Duobao's obvious heartbeat could not be hidden from the eyes of Our Lady of Jinling and Sister Minghua. The two looked at each other, their cunning and proud eyes colliding, while Our Lady of Jinling was speaking aside.
"Senior Brother, what Junior Sister said is not unreasonable. We have very few opportunities to take action; why not take this opportunity to try our cultivation? If you miss this time, there will be no next time."
Taoist Duobao was a little hesitant at first, but after listening to their words, he became more and more moved; as the saying goes, action is worse than heartbeat, and he pretended to be helpless and sighed indulgently.
"You two just catch me and do my bidding." Taoist Duobao also understood their purpose, which was just to suppress an array of quasi-sages; but he didn't care about their purpose and really wanted to give it a try.
This is what he said.
The Holy Mother Jinling smiled, and Minghua tilted her head and smiled; seeing how happy they were, Taoist Duobao shook his head helplessly and couldn't help but sigh again.
"When I leave, call me my brother. At least I can hold you back."
"That `s a deal."
The three of them reached a tacit understanding with each other and walked out of the house together, greeted by the morning glow.
The sunlight in the prehistoric era was particularly pure, and the power of the sun mixed with it was even more comfortable. Plants and trees that cultivated the essence of the sun and moon would naturally like this kind of sun and the pure essence of the moon at night.
The people of the Shangyuan tribe had already gone out to collect and put offerings on the altar table.
"Master, little uncle. Who is this?" Fuxi and a group of humans walked up to him, with a crowd behind him.
The Golden Spirit Mother said: "This is your great uncle, Taoist Duobao."
"Fuxi pays homage to the great uncle." Fuxi bowed his hands.
Taoist Duobao stepped out of the way, but he didn't dare to accept a bow; Empress Nuwa's brother would get into trouble if he bowed to her.
Seeing this, Minghua couldn't help but laugh. She was obviously of high seniority and had a strong backing, but she didn't know it. The person who is being worshiped is so frightened that it is too late to avoid him.
Fuxi didn't know what was going on. The younger uncle was the same when he faced him; the uncle was the same when he faced him. Could it be the special etiquette in the eyes of the master?
The Holy Mother of Jinling said: "Our sect doesn't have so many rules. Your coming and going to worship makes your uncle and uncle feel uncomfortable. Be more casual and comfortable. How do you treat us like you are in the tribe on weekdays?" in this way."
"Yes, Master." After receiving the Master's words, Fuxi showed a smile on his face, "Master, Master and my little Master, would you like to sit in front of the Ascension Platform for a while?"
"I think so too."
There are wooden stools in front of the ascension platform for their convenience.
The three people chose a seat near the front. Our Lady of Jinling was still dressed in red, Minghua was in Tsing Yi, and Duobao was wearing golden clothes. Our Lady of Jinling was dignified and elegant, Minghua was cold and noble, Duobao was slightly fat, and The golden color does not have the temperament of a nouveau riche, but is full of wealth and nobility, which makes him very conspicuous in front of the clan members.
Before the saints came, the three of them sat cross-legged and meditated. In order not to disturb the three immortals, the human race consciously quieted down. Those who knew how to practice practiced, while those who did not know how to practice sat cross-legged on the ground and played with their children.
When noon came, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, but people were still waiting on the field.
The Holy Mother Jinling woke up from her trance, looked around, and saw Duobao and Minghua opening their eyes at this time, "Senior Brother, Junior Sister, noon is here."
"Wait a moment." Taoist Duobao said calmly.
Minghua nodded and said, "Senior sister."
Before he finished speaking, purple energy floated from the sky, reflecting the entire tribe in a purple light.
Minghua looked up and saw the sun after clearing the clouds, only to see Yuanshi Tianzun coming on a Nine Dragons Agarwood, accompanied by the Antarctic Immortal and the Taoist White Crane Boy.
Looking in the direction of the East China Sea, a long sword came through the air, and the leader of the Tongtian Cult in red came sitting on a Kui ox; coming from the south was the Taiqing saint Laozi, riding a green ox, with Xuandu at his side. .
Duobao, Jinling and Minghua stood tall and bowed respectfully to the sky.
"Disciples respectfully welcome Master, Grand Uncle and Second Uncle. May Master, Grand Uncle and Second Uncle live long and long lives!"
Only when the three of them made a move did the human race react; Fuxi hurriedly followed and greeted them, "Fuxi, a third-generation disciple, respectfully welcomes the master, uncle of the master, and uncle of the second master. These three saints have boundless longevity."
"Welcome to the saint."
The human race all knelt down to greet him.
The three saints gathered together and appeared in the clouds. The purple energy of the three people combined was not as simple as one plus two. A hundred thousand miles around were dyed with purple color. In just a moment, the entire prehistoric world knew that the three saints were A saint came to the human race.
Saint Taiqing raised his hand and waved, and the kneeling humans stood up involuntarily, "Get up."
"Yes." Duobao and the others straightened up one after another, following Fuxi's example.
Saint Taiqing looked at Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun with a smile, "Second brother read out the holy will."
"Yes." Yuanshi Tianzun nodded slightly and handed over his holy will to the Antarctic Immortal.
The Antarctic Immortal opened the silk cloth with sacred meaning and said in a clear voice: "The emperor and heaven are above, and today the human race is Fu Xi." The next article is all about praising Fu Xi, and finally he said: "Fu Xi has made great contributions to the human race, and heaven and earth can learn from it. Today we will follow God’s will has granted Fuxi the title of Emperor among Human Emperors, and he will ascend to heaven immediately.”
Fuxi knelt down and took the silk cloth. The moment the silk cloth fell on him, his clothes turned into a black robe. He was dressed entirely in magic weapons. His hair was combed up and he wore a crown, which made him look a little more rigorous. Handsome.
At this moment, Minghua finally saw Fuxi's true appearance.
The eyebrows are broad, a pair of auspicious phoenix eyes, the pupils are close to the corners of the eyes, the upper third of the pupils is covered by the upper eyelids, and the ends of the eyes are upturned.
On the upper body of the clothes, heaven sent down auspicious signs, followed by huge merits soaring down from the sky; it was divided into two, one of which was only one-third of the other, fell on the Golden Spirit Holy Mother, and the rest was given to Emperor Fuxi.
As his merits declined, Fuxi's cultivation level rose slowly like a rocket; he saw the breakthrough to Quasi-Sage, then the mid-term, late-stage, and then nothing happened again.
Moreover, he did not behead the corpse.
(End of chapter)
