What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 355 Bai Ze's Question

In May, the sky is clear and bright.

The Shashui River gradually became clear.

The whole river is like a jade belt.

The old people watched and laughed: "Tianzun is about to leave the customs!"

Crowds gradually gathered from all over the place.

Even the wives and concubines of dignitaries from Chu, Chen, and Cai also appeared on the banks of this river.

Everyone stretched their necks.

Waiting for that Tianzun to leave the customs.

Bai Ze mixed in the crowd, such a scene made him a little dazed.

It seems to have traveled through time and space, and returned to the era when the Three Emperors ruled the world and the Five Emperors ruled the world.

At that time, the human race seemed to be like this.

Everyone is full of hope, and every household is full of smiles.

The glory of the Holy Emperor of the Human Race shines on the ancestors of the Human Race. The huge Huabiao stands on the banks of countless spiritual veins in the homeland of the Human Race. Anyone who has any grievances or dissatisfaction can directly communicate with the will of the Holy Emperor through the Huabiao.

Within three days, the envoy of the Holy Emperor will come to the door in person and ask for opinions.

Everything is so beautiful!

but……

That was just a short time ago.

As the ancestors of the human race spread to the entire Nanzhan Buzhou, the era of the Three Emperors finally came to an end.

But the era of the Three Sage Emperors ended, and the huge Huabiao began to decay.

These heavenly creations collapsed one by one.

This means that the human race, as the protagonist, has to rely on itself from now on.

At the end of the era of the Three Emperors, the Holy Emperor Fuxi was on the bank of the Luoshui River, using the river map and Luoshu to evolve the innate gossip, divination to the heaven and the earth for the future of the human race.

Got two innate hexagrams.

One is dry, and praise is: Heaven is vigorous, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement!
One is called Kun, and the praise is: "The terrain is Kun, and the gentleman is generous to carry things!"
Thus, Yin and Yang unite to evolve Tai Chi.

The way of heaven is clear, and the way of humanity is long.

Think back to this little-known secret in the Three Realms.

Bai Ze lowered his head slightly, but the mortals beside him became excited.

"Tianzun is going to leave the customs!"

The women with their children were excited.

Not only the women of the human race, but even the women and children of the monster race and the water race became excited.

What are they expecting.

Bai Ze didn't quite understand.

But he had seen the expressions on the faces of these mortals before.

In those times when the holy emperors and holy emperors toured the world, the holy chariots passed by, the people supported them, and they ate pots of milk.

And this finally brought together the general trend of heaven and earth, allowing the human race to have its own power - Master Wang!
A king who hangs people and punishes crimes, acts on behalf of heaven, and takes benevolence and righteousness as his banner!
Master Wang can only punish injustice and punish treachery forever.

When the blade of the king's master swung at the innocent.

Master Wang fell from the altar.

He no longer represents the world, no longer represents all peoples, can no longer punish the people and punish crimes, and can no longer act for the heavens.

Thus, the teacher of benevolence and righteousness degenerated into an army of tigers and wolves.

No matter how strong the Taoism is and the most supernatural powers, it can only be reduced to the embers of the catastrophe.

Even, the stronger the Taoism and the more supernatural powers, the faster and more miserable the death!

This is backlash!
Just like Xia Hou's master who once flogged the world and commanded the world.

In the end, all of them were buried in Mingtiao.

The bones are cursed to this day!
And in Bai Ze's pupils, above the heads of mortals and sentient beings here, there are wisps of faint smoke pillars that ordinary people cannot see.

These smoke columns are intertwined with each other.

The aspirations of the people are united.

Here, an embryo of Wang Shi can already be bred.

Bai Ze is very clear about this!
but……

"Even if Master Wang here is successful, what will happen in the future?" Bai Ze thought.

The master of the Xiahou Clan's pilgrimage finally degenerated into an executioner who slaughtered all people. He was cursed by all surnames, despised by heaven and earth, and could not be reborn forever!
Tang Wu and Yi Yin exhausted everything to build the Wang Shi, but after 3000 years of maintenance, he exhausted his luck and decayed together with Jianmu.

Ben Huiyuan, King Wen, King Wu, and Duke Zhou tried their best for three generations, but they failed to create a real master of the king.

It can only be regarded as half a master.

Even so, this army was buried in the misty waters of the Han River—it was already doomed when they started to slaughter and suppress mortals!

These secrets are things that Bai Ze will not reveal easily.

It is also the embers of history that he has preserved.

Therefore, Bai Ze just quietly watched everything in front of him.

Just like the past two clubs.

The fate of the human race seems to have embarked on a spiral downward path at a certain moment.

In the dark, it seems that there is some kind of power that pushes the human race to keep falling.

nothing is forever.

Nothing can be glorious all the time!
Great ideals will decay over time, and firm beliefs will be shaken by the impact of various trivial matters.

The virtuous and virtuous person of that human race can only choose two paths in the end.

Or, just watch everything rot together with itself.

What's the matter, fly up to the Huoyun Cave, guard the human dojo, and watch the history continue to reincarnate, but there is nothing you can do!

Even saints seem powerless to do this.

This club is the best evidence!

What can 'Tianzun' change here?

Bai Ze asked himself in his heart.

So, he remembered what he had seen and heard these days.

That bit by bit, emerges in the soul.

Ordinary people formulate village rules and conventions by themselves, elect village chiefs, lands, rivers, mountain gods...

There are many windmills everywhere, and the water wheels turn along the river.

The young monk walked on the road and went deep into the village.

The monster race, the water race, the witch race, and the asura are closely united around the human race.

Emphasis on education and people's livelihood.

The land is publicly owned and the people are enthusiastic.

"This is a different path from the Xiahou clan..." Bai Ze recalled the era of the Xiahou clan he had experienced.

The Xiahou family united the two clans of witches and demons.

The essence is just to unify the great sage and the great witch.

Transfer interests, strive for unity, grant authority, seal mountains and rivers.

But here, it's the other way around.

It seems that both the transformed big monster and the untransformed little monster enjoy the same treatment.

If the great sage breaks the law, the holy tree of enlightenment will be punished accordingly.

"Is this way possible?" Bai Ze wondered.

"So deviant, can that 'Heavenly Venerable' survive?" This was his second question.

Bai Ze knew that the road here was destined to be full of thorns.

Once known to the saints.

If Tianzun here is not strong enough, if he cannot be firm in his will.

Then, he will face pervasive infiltration and blows everywhere!

"The 'Tianzun' should know that there will be such a result..."

"What made him dare to go down to earth in this society?"

"Isn't he afraid that someone will steal all this?"

Thinking of this, countless cheers suddenly came from my ears.

"Tianzun is out!"

When Bai Ze raised his head, he saw a spectacle that he would never forget!

The sky and the earth became brilliant in an instant.

The sun broke through the clouds and fell on the river.

Even the clouds in the sky seemed to be colorful.

And in the river, golden lotus blossoms bloomed, and countless auspicious signs appeared one after another from both sides of the river.

Tens of thousands of auspicious birds circled the river.

A road transformed by sunlight extends from the water veins.

Countless magnificent patterns are intertwined with countless symbols.

In the ears, there is the faint sound of Wanmin's reading.

"One for one, one for two for two..."

Bai Ze's pupils locked tightly: "This is..."

His heart tightened.

"The breath of a saint!"

It can only be and must be a saint!

Except for saints, no one in the Three Realms can make such an appearance.

but……

Even for a saint, this is too much!

and also……

Didn't the saints no longer go down to earth in person to establish orthodoxy in the world?

Who?
Who is it? !
(End of this chapter)