When he came out of Tianhu Courtyard, Gong Mengbi felt contented and happy, with a sense of fulfillment that filled his brain.
Fairy Qingyao led the way, passed through the chaotic ladder, walked out of the haze, and returned to Zhenshan.
Fairy Qingyao looked at Gong Mengbi's slightly tipsy look and knew that he probably didn't have the spare brainpower to chat with her, so she just said: "Read it carefully and don't waste the opportunity."
It's just that he seemed a little dizzy, and he didn't know if he heard it.
Fairy Qingyao smiled and shook her head, saying, "You little fox."
There was some helplessness in her tone, and then she stretched out her palm, and a piece of green feather appeared in her palm. When she blew it, it fluttered and landed on Gong Mengbi's skirt.
Then Fairy Qingyao turned around and turned into a flying rainbow, seemingly disappearing into the sunlight. There was only a faint chirping of a bird, and then it fell into silence.
Gong Mengbi still sat back in front of the waterfall, sitting cross-legged in front of the stone cliff, supporting his chin with one hand, and fell into deep thought.
The water vapor was billowing and flowing on his clothes, but it didn't make him waver in the slightest.
By the time he really woke up, it was already night and the bright moon was hanging high.
He was full of energy, and there was a kind of transparency and wisdom after an epiphany in his eyes. He looked up at the bright moon and seemed to be able to see the moon palace in it. He lowered his head and smiled and said, "That's it."
Immortals and gods are different, but not that different. The two are interrelated, each has its own wonderful principles, and both have the same destination and mutually corroborating qualities.
Just like when there is a severe drought in the world, immortals can naturally transport water vapor and even borrow water from rivers, lakes and seas to relieve the drought.
But gods can also mobilize the wind and clouds and cause rain to fall from the sky.
They all make it rain. Although the magic spells of the gods are different, in essence they are all yin and yang.
But how many cultivators in the world can transport water vapor and bring down sweet rain?
That's why the art of praying for rain is not to transport water vapor directly, but to communicate with the gods in charge of water and use the power of the gods to make rain fall.
For example, Gong Mengbi surrendered to the Wutong God that day. With his own magical power, he could not defeat the Wutong God of the third level, but by borrowing the power of the gods in the Moon Palace, he could defeat the Wutong God.
He practiced the immortal way, but he was still deeply entangled with the divine way. Not only him, but others too.
Master Shi ordered the God of Thunder with the Five Thunder Gods, and the Spirit God also looked like the five Gods of Thunder. Naturally, this was inseparable from the support of Shinto.
In addition to borrowing the power of gods, immortals themselves are gods.
Take Gong Mengbi's immediate superior, for example. His immortality is recorded in the name of Empress Taishan. It can be seen that Empress Taishan is enough to become an "immortal master" or "immortal king", but Empress Taishan must not only be an immortal. He is also the god who protects all the nine states and ten directions.
The goddess secretly taught the secrets of heaven, and Gong Mengbi understood the secrets. It was like piercing the window paper, and many things that were originally unclear became clearer in his eyes.
Although this cannot directly increase his moral conduct, it can allow him to see the nature of the world clearly.
Gong Mengbi prayed silently in his heart and thanked the goddess and empress several times.
When he stood up, he saw a piece of green feather falling from his clothes. He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
Gong Mengbi smiled knowingly and put Qingyu away properly.
This was Fairy Qingyao's protective heart, fearing that outsiders would disturb his understanding, and the protection she left behind on him.
Entering Xuanyuan Cave, several friends were still in the formation, relying on Zhenshan's inspiration to recover from their injuries.
Gong Mengbi took the elixir from his sleeve and gave it to several friends to help them recuperate.
Although the spiritual power of Zhenshan is rich, and the secret medicine in the moon is also good at healing wounds, it is not the real medicine after all. Now that they have obtained the elixir, the injuries of several people have improved quickly.
When the time comes, Mr. Yuan Ming, whose mind was in chaos, finally wakes up.
Gong Mengbi breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Thank God, you have been in a state of confusion these past few days, as if you were drunk. I don't know what to do."
Mr. Yuan Ming said: "The elixir works, don't worry."
When he wakes up, he can heal his injuries on his own, otherwise it would be somewhat unsustainable to rely on Gong Mengbi's external force to recover.
Gong Mengbi was waiting outside the cave. During the day, he was working on the mountain-controlling idea, and at night, he was collecting moonlight to refine the secret medicine. On the other hand, he was also thinking about how to write.
When he finished writing the first draft of the document, Master Shi came to say goodbye.
Master Shi was the first to recover and said, "Fellow Taoist Laogong will be looking after me these days."
Gong Mengbi said: "If it weren't for the great help of the Archmage, I'm afraid the disaster of Wutong would never have been solved."
Master Shi showed some worry and said, "Can the disaster of Wutong really be solved?"
Gong Mengbi couldn't guarantee it, and said: "I can only give it a try, and I won't be as bad as today."
Master Shi was startled for a moment, and then said happily: "It couldn't be worse than today, okay! Fellow Taoist Master, please wake me up."
Gong Mengbi waved his hand and said, "Master, just call me Mingfu. There's no need to be so unfamiliar. I'm afraid I'll be bothered a lot in the future."
Master Shi laughed and said: "Okay, in that case, don't be polite, just call me Tie Zhu. If there is anyone I can help with, please come to Qionglong Mountain to find me."
Gong Mengbi said: "Definitely."
After seeing off Master Shi, the second person to leave was Mr. Yuan Ming. He was proficient in the art of regulating qi. If he hadn't been mentally injured and confused, he would have been the first to recover from his injuries.
Mr. Yuan Ming said: "I have unfinished business and cannot stay for long. If you have anything to do, come find me again."
After a pause, he added, "If you're not in a hurry, you don't have to come looking for me."
Before Gong Mengbi could speak, he ran away.
Gong Mengbi frowned, wondering, "This Xuanyuan Cave seems to be your cave, right?"
Although Mr. Yuan Ming was somewhat afraid of Gong Mengbi, Gong Mengbi still knew that if he really found him, Mr. Yuan Ming would help with even the smallest things.
Some people are just worried about their lives, otherwise they would not be involved in these things while cultivating in the mountains, and they would not let their children and nephews worry about the prophecy left by their master.
After sending Mr. Yuan Ming away, Gong Mengbi revised and enriched the first draft.
When Gong Mengbi submitted the first draft of the document to the mountain chief's desk, he felt very unsure. Even though he had revised it many times, he was always worried that it would be too immature in front of the goddess.
The goddess closed the document and said: "Your discussion of spirit and duty is already very good. But if you want to really steal the sky and change the day, it is not enough to rely on changes in the priesthood. You have to think clearly about what day you want to steal and what day you want to change. What kind of situation are you trying to solve, and where will it end up?"
"Is he the God of Five Powers?"
The goddess looked into his eyes and he suddenly woke up.
Gong Mengbi was sweating profusely, but felt relieved and said, "I looked too deeply, but my vision became narrower."
The goddess laughed and said, "Take it back and write another draft."
