Just as Hongyun was sighing, those golden-red clouds condensed and compressed, turning into a book.
That book is written by a saint, and the person who writes it is collectively called a saint.
This is Hongyun's supreme treasure for enlightenment, and it is also the companion treasure of the saint's path. Although it is not among the innate treasures, it is not inferior to the innate treasure.
"This, this is..."
Zhen Yuanzi on the side looked a little straight-eyed. He could get such a good treasure. He immediately looked at his friend Ancestor Hongyun with great envy. Of course, there was no jealousy.
In addition to being happy about my friend's enlightenment, I am also happy about being able to obtain this treasure. Of course, it would be a lie to say that I am not envious.
Anyone would be extremely happy to receive a treasure of this level.
"The Sage's Book contains the Great Way of the Sage. I have left forty-eight thousand records on it. I wonder if anyone in future generations will be able to add some new chapters to it."
Hongyun looked at the book with a doting look on his face, stretched out his hand and caressed it carefully, as if this book was the most important thing to him.
In fact, this is also the case. In the world, anyone who walks the path of a saint will automatically have his or her story of the saint's path recorded on it, so that it can be passed on to future generations and guide everyone.
Just like the two moral classics among humans, it's just that the path is different.
There is no sequence in the Tao, and the master is the teacher.
Today's Hongyun has finally caught up with Taishang's footsteps and has become a pioneer on the path of sainthood.
"I'm really proud of you. Such a grand event should come to light!" Zhen Yuanzi leaned over at this time and said with a smile.
"That's right!"
Hongyun laughed and said, and then added: "Such a beautiful scenery should be turned into fine wine and drank into the belly."
As Hong Yun's words fell, the colorful clouds in the sky were connected with the threads of cause and effect, and finally came towards Hong Yun's Nine-nine Red Clouds Soul-Sanding Gourd.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Hongyun laughed and opened the gourd, and a suction force absorbed all the colorful clouds from the sky.
At dusk, the colorful clouds enter the gourd and turn into wine in a matter of seconds.
He who speaks the Dharma in accordance with his words and holds the heavenly title in his mouth is a sage.
At this moment, Hongyun finally saw his true heart in the eternity, carried the illusory sainthood with supreme merit, and finally condensed the illusory sainthood into a single one, achieving the true path of sainthood.
From now on, a saint will appear from the beginning!
For every five hundred yuan meeting, a saint will be born!
Heaven.
Hong Yun's boundless luck has already alarmed countless creatures in the world. Even the heaven was shocked by this auspiciousness, which spread all the way to the Lingxiao Palace.
"saint!"
Emperor Jun uttered these two words, and immediately transformed into the world, and came to Hongyun across infinite time and space. He said boldly: "The saint came to the world, and I celebrate with heaven. I hereby sincerely invite the saint Hongyun to enter the heaven to talk about it, and to calm down Yuanzi. Friends can also go.”
Upon hearing this, Hongyun immediately bowed and said, "I praise Your Majesty. Since it is your Majesty's invitation, how can Hongyun refuse?"
"In that case, let's go on a journey together!"
Zhen Yuanzi also said with a smile.
Emperor Jun of Heaven is always kind to others, that is to say, kind to himself. Under Emperor Jun's invitation, Hongyun naturally agreed without hesitation.
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"Every five hundred yuan meeting, a saint will be born. This time can be short, but not long. In other words, at the latest, a saint will be born at the five hundred yuan meeting..."
Ye Xuan frowned and looked up at the avenue. Since the emergence of the saint's avenue, everything that should happen has happened.
And he felt from it that every five hundred yuan meeting, a saint would be born.
One yuan will be equal to 129,600 years, and five hundred yuan will be 64.8 million years. Every such long period of time, a saint will be born.
It has to be said that from a time perspective, saints are much rarer than monks in the Hunyuan Realm.
"The human race is weak now, and there are only a few people in the realm of Hunyuan who are still in the wilderness..." Ye Xuan looked at the human race below and frowned. Although the human race went to conquer the divine domain for him, in order to avoid The human race still needs some means if their home is stolen.
"Teaching people how to fish is worse than teaching them how to fish. Since it didn't help the human race when they were weak, why do we need to do it again now..."
Just as he was about to take action, Ye Xuan immediately gave up the idea.
Ye Xuan frowned, never thinking about what the human race lacks today. The human race has strong talents and powerful people. In addition, it has built a human court similar to the dragon clan. Of course, the human race calls it a dynasty.
Now it is the Sui Dynasty, and the Sui Ren clan is the human emperor.
"Yes! Still missing words!"
Ye Xuan slapped his head fiercely. Among the human race, inheritance is passed down through Taoism or direct oral transmission, but the Chinese characters that Ye Xuan is most familiar with are missing.
Chinese characters are undoubtedly the essence of human beings, and they are words that have carried countless years.
Today's human race lacks a language belonging to its own race.
"In the past, the demon master Kunpeng created the demon script, became a saint, and became the master of the demon clan in the world. Although Kunpeng's thoughts were wiped away by Emperor Jun from the source of endless time and space, the demon script left behind can be But it has truly become a model of rules written by Heaven." Ye Xuan murmured to himself, obviously highly recognizing Kunpeng's contribution.
However, contribution is contribution, and Heaven also rewarded his merits, allowing him to become a saint immediately. Just by creating a race of characters, he could avoid the fate of the two saints in the West who made the forty-eight great aspirations, and there was no need to establish a religion. To fulfill his own beliefs, he can be said to be the most chic among many saints.
But Kunpeng insisted on leaving a good chance of survival and went to a dead end to provoke the Emperor of Heaven...
When there are no written languages of various ethnic groups, Taoist language and Taoist language are used, which are the most basic writing and the most basic language.
But since the demon clan's writing came out, the entire demon clan has also used this kind of writing, and it has become the public writing of heaven. It can be said that if Kunpeng hadn't sought his own death, his merits would only be getting bigger and bigger...
I could have won by lying down, but I had to die.
"Cangjie invented characters and became the ancestor of human literature..."
Ye Xuan murmured to himself, deciding on the affairs of the human race in the void.
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Human race, Cang country.
Cang Jie is the younger brother of Cang Wang, the great king of Cang Kingdom. He was born with double pupils. Just like Shi Yi, the younger brother of Shi Hao, the great king of Shi Kingdom, he was born with double pupils and had extraordinary powers.
His cultivation has reached the realm of Hunyuan True Self, just like Shi Yishi, but he is unable to enter a higher level of Hunyuan realm and cannot truly attain Hunyuan.
"Brother, I am fighting in the unknown space. I should protect the people of the kingdom and prevent other races from harming these people." Cangjie stood on a high place, looking down at the people who belonged to the Cang Kingdom.
Every king should protect his people, and since his brother is away, this responsibility naturally falls on him.
He managed the affairs of Cang Kingdom day after day until this day came.
"Brother Cang Wang, the tribesmen all feel that the Taoism is too complicated, and those who have not cultivated to the level of the Golden Immortal will not be able to explain it. Moreover, there are many young tribesmen in the tribe who have not cultivated to the level of the Golden Immortal at all. They can't even study. I don’t even have Daowen’s qualifications. If things continue like this, I’m afraid it will be very troublesome.” A group of people ran over and said to the Cangjie family.
Cangwangdi means Cangwang's younger brother, that is, Cangjie's family.
Cangjie enforced the law impartially and never favored others. He was also very popular, so Cangguo was temporarily ruled by him and no one was dissatisfied.
The human race is born with the ability to carry the Three Thousand Dao, so naturally it is natural to be able to write and speak Taoism, even if its cultivation level has not reached the level of Golden Immortal.
But as the bloodline gradually dilutes, the human bloodline becomes thinner day by day, and gradually loses this characteristic. Today's human newborns can't speak, and can only imitate words. Chirping.
But it was because of insufficient cultivation that he could not master the Tao language, and the human race usually relied on the Tao language to communicate.
"What you said makes sense. Give me some time and I will find a way to completely resolve this matter!" Cangjie said with a frown.
The man's face was overjoyed when he heard this, and he immediately said: "Okay, then I'll go down first."
He believed in the Cangjie clan immensely. The Cangjie clan was born with double eyes and was born extraordinary. His prestige in the Cang Kingdom was even greater than that of his eldest brother Cang Wang. Everyone believed that the double pupils were a sacred sign, and the human race was already comparable to them. Divine, the sacred among the human race today, is naturally extraordinary.
Cangjie nodded and motioned for the other party to go down.
After the man left, he looked up at the sky, wondering what he should do.
Cangjie, who had always been extremely wise, could not help but fall into confusion for a moment.
"Since the Tao language is not good, we need to create a language and a text that belongs to the human race. This is an extremely complicated system, but it is something that has to be done. Now it is urgent..."
Cangjie raised his head and looked at the sky, thinking of the demon scripts circulated among the demon clan. It was the most widely circulated script in the ancient world besides Taoism. No living being knew it.
Many races have also imitated the demon clan and created their own set of characters. Although they all belong to themselves, they have never escaped the shadow of the demon clan's characters, so they have not received too much merit.
There are also many people in the human race who have thought about creating characters, but what they create is either like the monster clan's characters or useless characters, which are not recognized by heaven and are not recognized by the human race.
Now after hearing this, Cangjie's first thought was to create characters.
But it's not that easy to create characters. To create some characters out of nothing, you have to be completely different from the demon clan. Only in this way can the human race be prevented from being affected by the luck of the demon clan's writing.
From this day on, Cangjie had no fixed residence and began to wander around.
Cangjie traveled all over the mountains and rivers, all over the world, from the sky beyond the sky to the deep blue sky.
"Who created the demonic writings? Some say it is Emperor Jun of Heaven, and some say it is Taiyi Donghuang, but these are not the case. If they created it, they would definitely not deny it..."
"Whose talent and talents are truly unparalleled? No matter how I think about it, I always feel that the demonic characters are like Mount Buzhou standing in my heart. I can't surpass or get rid of..."
Cangjie murmured to himself, looked up at the sky, and suddenly two lines of blood and tears flowed out of his eyes. He did not care about the blood and tears, but began to close his eyes and think deeply.
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Ye Xuan looked at the Cangjie family below him and couldn't help but murmur to himself: "Cangjie actually shed blood and shed tears when he created the characters. Is this because he has spent his whole life just to get rid of Tianwen..."
In fact, after the demon script was originally created by the demon master Kunpeng, the Emperor of Heaven, Dijun, also improved it. Emperor Jun used the demon script created by Kunpeng as the general outline, and collected the demon scripts from endless years as the backbone and flesh. After its perfection and dedication, the Yaowen became what it is today.
It is not so much the original demon script as it is the astronomical script, which is the script used by heaven.
Astronomy is all-encompassing and endless, and this is why the writings of all ethnic groups cannot be influenced by it.
"Yes, after all, it was Di Jun who improved it. It would be too difficult to create a set of later generations' writing that transcends astronomy in a non-Hunyuan realm..." Ye Xuan shook his head and said nothing. Can the Cangjie clan create it? He wasn't sure either.
Anyway, he knew that if Cangjie could not speak and create these words by his own strength, then he would go and help him.
Humanity is determined, as Ye Xuan said, even Jesus can’t stop it!
…
Seventy-seven forty-nine years later.
The blood flowing from Cangjie's eyes had long since drained away, and both of his eyes were blind. The pair of pupils were also destroyed, and he no longer had any of his former divine power.
But his cultivation is still there, his realm is still there, and he is still the existence of the realm of Hunyuan True Self.
On this day, he began to walk slowly towards Cangguo, one step at a time, one step at a time.
Behind him, one after another, the calamity clouds gathered behind him, following closely and unable to escape.
It wasn't until I don't know how many years later that he finally arrived in Cang Country.
In these years, he has been walking in the endless wilderness, in order to create human characters, characters that belong exclusively to the human race, and Cangguo is the last stop, and Cangguo Cangcheng is the last place.
Cangguo, Cangcheng.
"Brother Cang Wang?! What's wrong with your eyes?!" The man who previously reported the Cangjie family about the human writings saw the return of the Cangjie family. He thought he had found a solution, but now he discovered that Cang Wang brother's eyes were His pupils were actually blind, his vision was extremely cloudy, and his pupils were no longer double.
He blamed himself so much that he burst into tears. A good man cried bitterly in the street, muttering to himself that if he had known better by now, he should not have reported that matter to Brother Cang.
Even though the people around him kept comforting him, he still cried bitterly.
But Cangjie didn't say anything, and continued walking towards the place where Cangguo worshiped heaven and earth step by step.
Behind him, everyone followed him. They sensed that something was wrong with Cangjie's state and were afraid that something would happen, so they followed him.
Whether it was the man's painful crying or the many comforts from others, he didn't speak.
Step by step, step by step.
In this way, the Cangjie family finally walked into the Cangguang Palace and the Ancestral Temple and came outside the temple.
The people who followed him before were already densely packed and numbered in the tens of thousands. These people followed into the palace one by one, not daring to approach the Ancestral Temple, and knelt down in front of the Ancestral Temple.
Cangjie climbed up the high platform step by step and came to the sacrificial cauldron.
At this moment, the situation changes.
The billowing dark clouds roared in, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and thunder rolled among them, intertwined and flashed as if to declare to the world that they were not to be trifled with.
At this moment, the dark clouds turned into dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns, with all kinds of ferocious beasts and all kinds of auspicious beasts.
"Have you traveled all over the mountains and rivers, and traveled all over the world, have you finally realized it..." Ye Xuan muttered to himself in the void, feeling very excited. He finally witnessed with his own eyes what Cangjie made characters.
In my previous memory, this was just a myth and legend, and I laughed it off as a story.
But now, he is the guide and bystander of the story. He has witnessed too many historical myths and created many historical myths.
This world was created by him, but not by him.
Each of these stories seemed to be set up by his guidance, but they were not set up by his guidance.
In the vast passage of time, it seems as if everything is set by him, and as if there is a big hand behind everything controlling what he has set...
"After many years of hard thinking and meditation, all the blood was drained, and the eyes were blinded by crying, and then I finally understood these words..." What Cangjie has experienced may only be known to Ye Xuan. at this point.
Cangjie was in deep meditation, and although he was blind, he also came up with the idea of writing that was unique to the human race, a writing that was completely derived from the astronomy of the demon race.
Human writing is based on everything in the world, including mountains and rivers, lakes and seas.
Just like a big mountain, when you look at the peaks from a distance, the shape they form is the human word for "mountain".
Here, Cangjie embodied many images in his mind into words, and once again understood every inch of the ancient land with his own Taoist rhyme. This understanding lasted for another three thousand years.
…
Cangguo, Cangcheng, ancestral temple.
"road!"
Cangjie has not spoken for more than three thousand years, and this opening is the word Tao.
"Roar!"
"Chirp!"
"hiss!"
"cry!"
"Bah!"
As Cangjie spoke a word, all kinds of ferocious beasts and auspicious beasts transformed into dark clouds in the sky began to neigh, as if they were celebrating for heaven and earth.
And as Cangjie's words fell, a word that had never appeared in the sky appeared, that was the word "Tao"!
It is the Tao character belonging to the human race! It is the only systematic writing in the ancient world besides Yaowen and Daowen!
"sky!"
Cangjie holds the Heavenly Title in his mouth, and every time he speaks a word, a great avenue will be generated and manifested, but this saves Cangjie from having to do it himself.
"land!"
"people!"
As soon as the human character fell, the endless dark clouds in the sky turned into a golden cloud of auspiciousness and merit.
All the forces from all directions were attracted by Cang City of Cang Kingdom, and all the saints lowered their gazes and looked at the Cangjie clan.
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