"Haha, you little guys."
Looking at the extremely curious children in front of him, Old Man Bai stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life full of love.
He is very old. He is not an innate human race, but he has lived for thousands of years.
When he was born, the human race's cultivation path had gradually begun to get on the right track. However, Old Man Bai's talent was limited and he had only reached the second level of the mortal realm, refining energy and becoming a god.
The mortal realm is divided into six realms to isolate the difference between the immortal and the mortal.
Among them, from low to high are refining essence and transforming qi, refining qi to transform into spirit, refining spirit to return to emptiness, and refining emptiness to combine with Tao.
Finally, there is the journey through the six tribulations and the isolation of the immortal world.
The lifespan of those in the realm of refining qi and transforming into gods is only a few thousand years, and now he has already reached the age of octogenarian.
Perhaps it was not long before the most dangerous catastrophe for the human race, and Old Man Bai had more or less heard the rumors that shocked the entire prehistoric era.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the extremely majestic mountains in the distance.
The mist like the breath of chaos lingered, and the wind blew, revealing the true appearance of the totem.
"Children, do you know why our human race's totem is a big hand that controls the sun, moon and stars?"
After hearing his words, all the children shook their heads.
"Haha, Buzhou Mountain was indeed broken in the past, and our ancestors, like us now, also lived under Buzhou Mountain."
"The mountains collapsed and the sky fell, the earth was shattered, seas of fire broke out, and all races were terrified."
Old Man Bai's voice was a little low. After hearing his words, all the children closed their mouths and stopped talking.
Following Old Man Bai's words, these descendants of the human race whose minds are not yet fully mature seemed to see the despair that their ancestors faced six thousand years ago.
"The vast hand reaches through the sun, moon and stars, holding the sky back when it is about to fall."
"The spirit of panic, grasping the impenetrable mountains, prevents the earth from overturning and re-establishing the four poles."
The ancient declaration sounded again at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. Old Man Bai looked at the human totem under the sunset with sincere and respectful eyes.
His voice echoed under the trees and in the hearts of these children.
"The spirit of panic...Honored Lord, is this talking about you?"
Over the grand ancient city, Su Daji listened to the words of the old human race under the tree at her feet, looked at Tang Hao with some curiosity and asked.
After hearing what Su Daji said, Tang Hao, who had just arrived at the ancestral land of the human race at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, glanced at the group of human children who listened very seriously, chuckled and replied, "That should be the case."
The old man's words just reminded him of the scene when the Zhisheng clan chose to make himself a human totem.
Although it is still vivid in my mind, to the human race in the prehistoric era, this was already six thousand years ago.
Withdrawing his gaze, Tang Hao did not immediately look for where Zhisheng was.
Like the old man under the tree, he also raised his head.
At this time, in front of the two people was a huge city no less than the ancient city of Luoshui.
It was built on the mountain and stretched for countless thousands of miles along the foot of the mountain. It can no longer look like the small town with a population of less than one million people.
At this time, Tang Hao's eyes were looking at the cliff tens of thousands of meters above the ground.
Under the chaotic fog, a familiar pattern shines brightly, exuding a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere.
"When Mount Buzhou collapsed, the land of China was also shaken."
Su Daji followed Tang Hao's gaze and looked forward. The next moment, a big hand that controlled the sun, moon and stars, with an indescribable aura, came into view.
Her beautiful eyes flashed slightly, as if she was thinking of the past, and she spoke slowly again: "At that time, even the ancestors of our clan who had been sleeping for who knows how many years woke up. Frankly speaking, this was an event that could change the prehistoric world."
"But later..."
Having said this, Su Daji looked at Tang Hao beside her and stopped talking.
What happened next is basically known to all living things six thousand years ago.
A pair of big hands that tore apart the thirty-three-day mountain, filled with an extremely terrifying aura, put the collapsed Buzhou mountain back together again.
That's right, it's just pretending.
It was also at that time that for the first time all the creatures in the wild knew that such terrifying creatures existed in the world.
After hearing Su Daji's words, Tang Hao continued to smile and said nothing.
Looking down slightly, an altar exuding a mysterious atmosphere suddenly came into view.
There is no one on the altar, and countless symbols and patterns are carved on it, but they are all prostrate under the big hand on the cliff.
"Let's go, Kong Xuan will probably be back soon."
"After reading this, you can go to Qingqiu."
With a chuckle, Tang Hao's body suddenly disappeared.
Su Daji first glanced at the old man who was still sighing under the tree, and then followed Tang Hao towards the altar under the cliff.
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"Let me tell you why that boy Chu Ze chose to take action at this time. It turns out he saw the right time."
Over an unknown mountain range somewhere in Xiniu Hezhou, Kong Xuan looked at the spiritual mountain emitting immeasurable Buddha light in the distance and shook his head helplessly.
Jie Yin and Zhunti disappeared without a trace, and there was no saint in Lingshan.
Although he talks unforgiving words, a saint is still a saint after all. Even Kong Xuan cannot understand it.
So now he doesn't know where to find those two guys.
"Since I agreed to it, Your Majesty, if I don't resolve the matter, wouldn't I be embarrassed and lose my fortune?"
The handsome face was helplessly restrained, Kong Xuan pondered for a moment, and his eyes suddenly looked towards the distant China.
The Sutra of Duhua was realized when Jieyin Zhunti became a saint. The creation is infinite and mysterious.
It can be said that all living beings who are saved will be devout believers in the West for the rest of their lives.
And this kind of change cannot be reversed even by Daluo Jinxian, even Hunyuan!
And this is actually one of the reasons why Taoism rejects the West so much.
Although Kong Xuan's realm has already reached the realm of Hunyuan under the saint, he can only stare blankly when faced with the Du Hua Jing.
"These two guys are not here, I can probably find someone else to solve the problem, right?"
"It's just that these two guys were unlucky and had to disappear at this time."
Shaking his head, Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at the spiritual mountain that seemed to never collapse.
The five-color halo always shone behind him, making people feel intimidated. Then the next moment, the halo turned into a stream of light, escaping towards the distant east at a speed that seemed to break through the chaos.
The continent that was insurmountable for all the ancient beings seemed to be just that in Kong Xuan's eyes.
When he appeared again, a vast mountain range appeared in front of him.
Compared with the extremely barren Xiniu Hezhou, the land of China is simply like a fairy continent full of aura.
And the mountain range in front of us is one of the best.
"Tsk, tsk, no wonder those two guys are deliberately trying to enter China."
"Compared to this place, Lingshan is as inconspicuous as a small dirt bag."
Kong Xuan smiled teasingly as he looked at the Kunlun Mountains in front of him, which was said to be home to thousands of immortals.
That's right, he didn't go to the coast of the East China Sea to look for Tongtian, but moved to the Kunlun Mountains where the Chan Sect was located.
"I remember that this guy Yuan Shi seems to still owe me a favor. I don't know when he will come back next time, so I might as well ask him to pay it back this time."
Gazing across countless lush peaks, Kong Xuan looked straight at the looming Yuxu Palace in the depths of Kunlun.
After muttering something to himself, Kong Xuan turned into a stream of light again and swept towards the depths of the mountain range.
At the same time, outside the mountain gate of Yuxu Palace.
A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a black robe was standing at the foot of the ancient mountain gate looking boredly at the mountains in the distance.
Because this place is deep in Kunlun, it is extremely quiet on weekdays, and no one dares to make noise in the saint's dojo.
Looking at the blue sky, white clouds and lush green forest in front of him, the middle-aged Taoist's brows were full of helplessness and sorrow, as if he had something on his mind.
If Tang Hao were here at this time, he would be able to recognize the Taoist in front of him. He was the middle-aged man who shouted out the words "Fellow Taoist, please stay" when he and Su Wanwan Ao Li'er met.
"Alas, only six thousand years have passed, and there are still a full ninety-four thousand years before I officially become a disciple of the Chan Cult."
"You have obviously agreed to accept me, why do you still need me to guard the mountain gate? Is it because I am not an innate creature?"
Suppressing a sigh of deep reluctance, Shen Gongbao recalled from outside the mountain gate. Shen Gongbao did not turn around and look into the Yuxu Palace, as if he was afraid of seeing the contempt and disdain in the eyes of those Chanjiao disciples.
After meeting and then parting with Tang Hao, he got his wish and came to the outside of the Chanjiao Dojo.
Perhaps he had grown up deep in Kunlun since he was a child and was born with a trace of aura. The disciple guarding the mountain gate that day introduced him into Yuxu Palace.
However, after later learning that he was a black panther, the disciple's attitude changed 180 degrees in an instant.
Shen Gongbao still had to explain in every possible way how he respected Saint Yuqing, but the disciple still tied him up with a look of disdain.
Perhaps it was Shen Gongbao's good luck. Just when he was about to be kicked out of the mountain gate, the Yuqing Saint, who had always seen the dragon but never saw its end, actually issued a decree and agreed to accept Shen Gongbao.
But the premise is that Shen Gongbao must guard outside the mountain gate for a hundred thousand years.
Shen Gongbao, who wanted to pursue the great road, agreed without hesitation after hearing this request.
Isn’t it just one hundred thousand years? You must know that it has taken him countless hundreds of thousands of years to practice from a black panther to now.
But when Shen Gongbao really agreed, he found that his thoughts were still too naive.
Although Chanjiao has a small number of people, it needs to send disciples to recruit new people.
But there are still many disciples staying in the dojo.
These disciples often go in and out of the mountain gate, and Shen Gongbao guards the mountain gate all year round because of the saint's decree, so it is inevitable that he will encounter these disciples.
In the past six thousand years, Shen Gongbao didn't know how many disdainful looks he had received and how many mocking words he had heard.
Thinking back to the beautiful vision he had hoped for after joining Chanjiao, Shen Gongbao increasingly felt that his original thoughts were too simple.
Prehistoric times have always been a world where people were born on their feet.
Sighing again, Shen Gongbao gathered his thoughts and began to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed.
Not long ago, the major direct disciples returned to Yuxu Palace in a rare unity. Shen Gongbao won Jiang Zangfeng's eyes because of his caring words.
And it was at this glance that he obtained a good practice method.
It can be said that if there is anyone in the entire Chan Sect who still looks at Shen Gongbao seriously, perhaps there is no one except Jiang Zangfeng.
Shen Gongbao, who had just sat down at this time, did not notice that at the moment he closed his eyes, a five-color stream of light passed over his head and broke into the saint's dojo unscrupulously.
