The blue luan bird of Nuwa's family

Fengqi Mountain, the island in the middle of the lake.

Innate spiritual energy surged like a tide.

There are three or two bamboo buildings, and in front of the small window of the East Pavilion, there are thousands of years of wind and rain.

The immortal in white holds the scriptures and realizes the Taoism.

The five qi are towards the Yuan, gathering the mysterious vault of heaven; the three flowers gathering on the top, deriving immeasurable dharma realms;

A jade bracelet opens the avenue, the shadows of the trees whirling, propping up the sky of nine levels of merit, and the blossoming green lotus is swaying, full of vitality.

The long river is magnificent, the avenue is misty, and the immortals are as quiet as one.

On this side of the long river, the moon is shining like a twilight, the sun hangs high, on the other side of the long river, the sun is like fire, the sun rises in the east, the laurel sways in the bright moon, and the fusang echoes in the sun.

The red thread is like weaving, a flying bridge connects the two ends of yin and yang, and there is a stone of three lives to suppress Zhongtian.

The majestic mountains hold up to the sky, the stars and rivers turn around, and the thoughts move around the sky.

There are three thousand roads, Mingyu took a "life" road, and then added the word "fate", expanding it into life and death, and he stretched out his hand to abduct "yin and yang" away.

Yin and yang came from "abduction", so life is the main thing, and yin and yang are supplementary.

It is precisely because of this that the end of the long river of his independent life is the master of life, not the master of yin and yang.

But this is not to say that yin and yang are useless.

Yin and Yang are the exterior, and life is the interior.

Yin and yang turn into life, and yin and yang turn into death.

Relying on life and death, supplemented by the transformation of the two instruments to penetrate the sky, the earth, and people, is the path of Hunyuan Wuji that Mingyu seeks for herself.

He was born too late, two kalpas behind Daozu's generation, almost one kalpa behind the Six Sages, as an innate being, Mingyu barely caught up with the last train of the three clans era.

It can be predicted that if Fuxi hadn't approached him in the past, his birth date would have been postponed, perhaps until the Lich Age.

That way, later!
The Wu Clan is not afraid of being late, because they have the legacy of Pan Gu, and Pan Gu's heart is the biggest heritage of the Wu Clan, and the Wu Clan is also born from this.

Therefore, the greatest opportunity in Mingyu's life is Fuxi.

Fuxi changed his fate.

Without the second master "taking him away", his fate with Feng Qi would be impossible to talk about, let alone becoming the empress's disciple.

Mingyu has always called Fuxi a great god, because in Mingyu's heart, he is really like a great god of Pangu, opening up a new world for her destiny.

It is also because it is late.

Mingyu did not follow the paths of heaven, earth, and people.

At that time, the way of heaven was hanging high, the tunnel was suppressed, and the way of humanity was not born.

He walked the prehistoric world and walked a "life" road among all living beings. He was honored by all spirits, and he left his mark on humanity.

The authenticity is the same as himself, one step late, being bullied to death, extremely aggrieved, and he desires to be born even more.

Mingyu opened the lineage of ghosts and immortals, established the underworld, and helped the tunnels build an order belonging to the underworld.

The pure will that longs to be born is clearly seduced.

At that point in time before reincarnation, he half-pushed and half-declined his authority. Since then, the Netherworld has been unified, and Emperor Fengdu came into being.

This is Mingyu's evil of the three corpses, pure and simple.

What about goodness?
In heaven!

The way of heaven is higher than the way of the earth, so his good corpse has not been killed for a long time, and he has to wait for an opportunity.

But if the good corpse is not chopped off, it will be difficult for his cultivation to keep up with his expectations.

Only then did the Wu Tai Dao Body come into existence.

The Wutai Dao body is not only for the Tao, but also for the Tao.

When the Xiantian Wutai traveled the world, Mingyu's Dao was baptized in the world of mortals.

Know your heart through the calamities, accumulate goodness and become virtue, and if the time comes, you will return.

At that time, you should act as the supreme and ascend the throne!
"In the next era, how about you come to control the sky?"

This is too much of a question.

"The sky is too big, I can take half of it."

This is Mingyu's answer.

"Thinking about it now, did you answer too quickly at that time? I regret it, what if the empress finds out and beats me up?"

Mingyu whispered, then smiled again.

Dao didn't regret this statement, his answer was the truest thought in his heart.

The ruler of the southern sky, long-lived and governing the world, is the source of blessings. This honorable position is most compatible with goodness, and most compatible with Tao.

The position of Great Heavenly Venerable is chosen by someone, so he should not block his way.

Mingyu's avenues and long rivers are constantly flowing, and he leans alone in front of the window. His soul and spirit have long since transcended the sky, and he has traveled too far.

He is sorting out his avenue and looking at his own origin.

Flowers bloom and fall, good fortune, the figure looks up like a mountain; the art spreads thousands of times, the rhythm of the world, pushes the door of the Tao; the sky stands upright, eternally high, the spine seems to have never been broken; the laurel sways, the moonlight is like water, The pure voice stays in my heart for a long time.
Mingyu wanders the world with his mind, remembers the past and the present, sees the beauty of the sun and the moon, listens to the high mountains and flowing water, hears the voice of the common people, enters the rivers and lakes in a boat, and stays ethereal under the blue clouds.In his world, every flower, every grass, every earth and every tree is different, because life is lovely, and because the world is worth it!

When Mingyu reached the age of [-] in seclusion, it was time for Zhenyuanzi to govern the world and the Yiyuanhui.

The way of heaven did not respond, and the right of heaven was not recovered.

Zhen Yuanzi burns incense in Wuzhuang Temple to pay homage to the heaven and the earth, and the luck of the Yiyuanhui returns, its power shakes all directions, the world's people are amazed, and the god of mountains, rivers and mountains is convinced!
Seeing this, the powerful ancestors, except for a few stubborn ones, most of them did not dare to obstruct the expansion of land power and retreated one after another.

This era is destined to belong to Zhen Yuanzi!

At the same time, a bronze tripod full of vitality flew out of Fengqi and fell into the Suiren tribe.

"Easy to use!"

When the sound came, the new priest Xuan Xiao smiled happily.

Mingyu's imaginary travels to Taixu for [-] years, but her body has not left Fengqi.

Later, he was very quiet and thought about moving, and went to Netherworld.

"Sister Meng, give me a bowl of soup."

Naihe Bridge, Mingyu said.

Before Youmeng recovered from the shock, Samsara froze and Houtu appeared.

"Who do you want to forget?!"

She asked aggressively, her eyes fixed on Mingyu, and her words contained complex emotions such as surprise, anger, eagerness, and resentment.

Mingyu was stunned, then the corners of her lips curled up, and she looked at Houtu with a half-smile.

You Meng on the side looked at the two of them, and instantly smiled like an aunt.

Houtu also came back to his senses at this time, realizing that he was impulsive.

Her face was reddish, her eyes moved away from Mingyu unnaturally, and her tone softened a lot.

"That... I mean why do you want Mengpo soup!"

You Meng also looked over, drank Meng Po soup, her previous life was vain, and she didn't understand why Mingyu wanted it.

"Enlightenment is rewarding, and I want to have a big dream. Besides, what I want is not Mengpo soup." Mingyu said frankly.

"Really?"

Houtu blinked, she just noticed that Mingyu was in a state of extreme love for Tao, and thought he was going to cut off the fate of the world!

"Naturally!" His tone was firm.

"That's up to you."

Houtu heaved a sigh of relief, returned to his calm state, turned around, and left!
Before leaving, she modified all the memories of thousands of souls and ghosts, and she didn't forget to take a look at Youmeng.

You Meng's eyelids twitched.

After Houtu left, she complained to Mingyu: "Next time, tell me the whole story, don't be surprised."

While talking, he handed Mingyu a large pitch-black bowl.

Mingyu accepted it, thanked Youmeng, and went back.

Seeing that it was really not Meng Po soup that he obtained, the Houtu of the land of reincarnation looked away.

"Really!"

she muttered.