The real person of Cihang in the prehistoric

Chapter 211 Methods
Countless rules are surrounding Yu Cihang's fingertips at this time, like fish leaping in the endless sea. When the rules are vividly displayed, the endless world seems to be reflected in the stream of light passing through them. With.

The Supreme Being remained silent, only his eyes revealed a rare softness.

The three corpses are one body. As Taiqing's good corpse, the emotions in Taishang's heart can be said to be no different from those of Taiqing.

As for Cihang, the Great Heavenly Lord of the ancient Taoist era, no matter who he is in the Three Pure Ones, he has watched him grow up step by step to what he is today.

To put it bluntly, Cihang was like a child growing up in Sanqing's hands. Why wouldn't they be happy because Cihang woke up from his confusion?
"Master Dao, please teach me."

Cihang bowed to the Supreme Being. Perhaps he had experienced many things in his previous life and in this life, and ordinary things would not even change his expression.

But this matter is not a so-called small fight, but the entire prehistoric Taoism is involved in this incident.

It is related to the endless creatures of the entire prehistoric era, and Cihang cannot be allowed to be more careful about this matter now.

Tai Shang's expression did not change, and the fly whisk in his hand pointed far away at the flame that was still burning under the alchemy furnace.

"Great Heavenly Lord, can this fire be used?"

Cihang followed the direction Taishang Daojun pointed, observing the fire that was still burning even after the alchemy furnace was removed.

The hot breath seems to be blocked by the power of the Supreme Being, but just looking at the surrounding space and rules that have been almost deformed by the burning heat, you can know how ferocious the burning pill fire is.

Cihang stretched out his finger and lightly touched it with the heat of the flame. A wisp of flame naturally clung to Cihang's finger.

Invisibly, Cihang seemed to be able to feel the burning flames at his fingertips, as if he was now burning the rules that he had developed from his own practice.

Fire, fierce and intense.

This is Cihang's answer to the Supreme Emperor's question.

The Supreme Being said nothing and took out a fan.

To say that the fan is already a tribute to this spiritual object, which is a precious fan made of banana leaves, "Your Majesty, please take a look."

As soon as the Taishang's words fell, the fan was gently fanned, and the breath of wind was brewing in the swing of the fan. The regular runes belonging to the wind kept shining brightly in it, and the wind was also in this process. China was formally formed.

The wind can be strong or weak, all depending on the strength of the banana fan waving in the Supreme Master's hand.

Perhaps it was the slight breeze that gently stirred the hem of Cihang's robe;
Perhaps it was because of the aura of ice and silence, and the wind was blowing extremely fiercely.

The wind is like this, it can change unpredictably, it can be big or small, strong or weak. The Supreme Leader asked Cihang the same question.

The wind is the one that doesn't follow the rules the most. Cihang's attitude toward the wind during the teaching was very impatient. Perhaps after a lifetime of growth, Cihang's heart also changed during this process.

The changeable wind has different meanings just because of the different thoughts of the creatures. Words like storm and breeze are all defined by the creatures.

In fact, to be honest, wind has no definition.

Cihang looked into the Supreme Master's eyes and slowly expressed his understanding: "The wind is changeable and invisible."

Hearing so much, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he took out a jade bottle from the sleeve robe, on which there were endless pictures and texts depicting the sea.

It seems that when you face the jade bottle, you can feel the feeling of blue sea and blue sky rushing towards you.

The palm of the Supreme Master's left hand slapped the bottom of the jade bottle. In an instant, a faint sound of tide began to sound in the jade bottle. The sound seemed to be coming from far to near, slowly getting louder, as if There are countless waves superimposed on its jade bottle.

The next second, when the Supreme Master brushed the mouth of the bottle with his hand, countless water spurted out from the jade bottle.

Like endless waves, cascading around Cihang.

Cihang stretched out his fingers unconsciously, and lightly touched the scattered water waves surrounding his side.

She is gentle but never loses her own hardness and thickness because of her softness.

The Taishang did not speak, and most of the time the so-called answers were in the hearts of the inquirers, but they would not look for these answers.

Just like losing their own ship in the fog of night, the ship needs a lighthouse to help them find the route to the shore.

In the same way, Cihang, the prehistoric great deity, also needs a "light" to help guide him to find the answer in his heart.

The Supreme Being is such a beacon. What he needs is to guide Cihang to find the answer in his heart, rather than telling Cihang the answer he thinks is correct in his own mind. The thoughts vary from creature to creature. With.

Different thoughts, different experiences, and different rules of practice determine that everyone has a different and correct answer to this question.

The Supreme Being cannot use his own correctness to influence Cihang's judgment on the correctness of his heart.

The answer of water is a combination of hardness and softness. This thought flashed in Cihang's heart but was broken by himself. He suddenly felt in his heart that this answer was wrong.

Cihang's choice was to believe in the feeling in his heart. Time passed by in silence in Cihang's thinking process.

A little time, for Taishang, a god and demon monk who was already powerful in his own right, was nothing. Even before Taishang could blink, Cihang had already given an answer that belonged to his heart. .

"Water gathers into strength and disperses into softness."

Perhaps this answer is not right in the eyes of the Supreme Being, but it is right in the eyes of Cihang, because this is the answer that belongs to Cihang's heart.

The Supreme Being did not say whether Cihang's answer was right or wrong. He was not a referee or a teacher. He was just a street lamp, a street lamp that guided Cihang out of his confusion. What did other things have to do with him? What did he do? Not the Great God.

"Your Majesty, the earth is beneath your feet."

A simple sentence and a flat tone did not seem to say anything, but this sentence actually contained a lot of meaning.

The solid floor tiles of the main hall felt safe to step on. Suddenly, in the next second, the floor tiles of the Tushita Palace with Cihang as the center gradually transformed into a transparent appearance.The scenery of all things on earth from the prehistoric era was reflected under the transparent floor tiles. Cihang's heart suddenly beat very fast because he felt the power of life. This is a power that is different from other things. It gives life to all living things. A kind of shock that is already deep in the soul.

Suddenly, Cihang raised his head and looked at Taishang Daojun.

Taishang Daojun also looked at Cihang with a smile at this time. It seemed that there was no need to say anything between the two, as they already understood each other's meaning in their hearts.

That is a kind of gratification for the younger generation to grow up.

Each generation has its own responsibilities, and now this responsibility has been handed over to Cihang.

The path of the Prehistoric Daoji cannot always rely on the efforts and leadership of one living being, so Taiqing and the others quietly withdrew and focused all their light on Cihang, so that the entire Prehistoric Daoji could understand that times have changed. Now, the current era belongs to Cihang's generation of prehistoric gods and demons.

Cihang looked at the eyes of the Supreme Being, and he already had his own answer in his heart.

Suddenly, Cihang wanted to laugh, not because of how ridiculous this incident was, but because he suddenly felt that the comparison between his previous life and his present life was very funny.

Sometimes, he couldn't believe that Cihang in his previous life was him, because Cihang in this life was always so bold.

He is so bold that he is willing to sacrifice his own life for the sake of his own path.

It was the first time in his life that he found the true meaning of his own rebirth.

Now, this feeling of enlightenment came to his mind again, and he was about to do something that many prehistoric creatures might think was too bold.

For nothing else, just for the meaning of life, just for the future of the Great Era!

The door to the main hall of Tushita Palace suddenly opened.

The moment the door suddenly opened, countless thunderbolts appeared densely in the sky.

Cihang's shadow is so tenacious in the light of thunder. If he could give up everything for the revival of the West back then, then he will be no worse now.

For the sake of all sentient beings, what does it matter even if he sacrifices himself?
"land!"

boom!In Cihang's words, the entire prehistoric Taoist land was shaking violently, like soldiers waiting for a review, ready to obey the general's orders at any time.

The creatures in the primitive world were panicked just now because of the shaking of the earth, but when they heard Cihang's majestic Taoist voice, they no longer panicked in their hearts.

Perhaps the creatures who came out of the lich era naturally have trust in Cihang, the great deity of the ancient Taoist era.

The power of rules produces fluctuations in the void. This fluctuation makes all the creatures affected by the Tao feel relaxed in their hearts. This relaxation makes the creatures feel sleepy, and they want to sleep uncontrollably. Except for Taiyi Jinxian and Daluo Jinxian in the current updated system, other living beings simply cannot escape this feeling of sleepiness.

The sleeping creatures are protected by the rules, and no matter how much the earth shakes, they cannot be affected.

This is the protection and promise that Cihang, the Great Heavenly Lord of the Prehistoric Dao Era, made for the creatures of the Prehistoric Dao Era. The so-called tragic scene of the lich in his place will never appear again in the Prehistoric Dao Era in this life.

Zhen Yuanzi was a little flustered as the ground shook.

As a powerful Taiyi Golden Immortal, his abilities are among the best in the entire prehistoric era, even in today's era when ancient gods and demons continue to appear and join the heaven.

Zhen Yuanzi fell into a deep sleep without being affected by the fluctuations in the rules. The two Taoist boys Qingfeng Mingyue were sleeping soundly at this time.

As a god and demon who practices the Way of Wutu, he can feel that the entire prehistoric land seems to be agitated.

Even the ginseng fruit tree planted in the backyard of Wuzhuang Temple was fluttering its branches and leaves at this time. The ginseng fruit between the branches and leaves seemed to be constantly swaying with the regular fluctuations, emitting its own unique smile.

Zhen Yuanzi raised his head and looked at the direction of the heaven above the sky.

It is no longer the place that people avoided when the two Lich clans existed and dominated the world.

Perhaps because it is Cihang, the Great Celestial Being of the Prehistoric Dao Era, being able to enter the Heavenly Court seems to have become the most proud thing in the hearts of the creatures of the Prehistoric Dao Era.

The reason for everything was Cihang. When Zhen Yuanzi thought of this incident, he was also shocked in his heart.

Who would have thought that the little guy back then would be able to walk out of such a path in that chaotic era, surrounded by countless prehistoric gods and demons.

It is as bright as the sun.

Zhen Yuanzi sighed softly in his heart. Since the promulgation of the new practice system, his cultivation has changed from the Hunyuan Golden Immortal to the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

It's not that his strength has become weaker, but that the rules have been unable to keep up with the continuous development of the prehistoric era and need to be updated.

In fact, many living beings were aware of this fact when the Lich Dao Tribulation ended, but so what?
What if the creatures in the darkness and turmoil are aware of this problem?
If you don't have the ability, it will be useless to do anything you want to do. But if you have the ability, you don't have the courage to do it.

This is something that carries the burden of the entire Taoist era. If one fails, countless huge karma will be imposed on him. For monks at that time and even now, karma is an obstacle on the road to practice.

How many gods and demons have gambled their own future for the cultivation of living beings in the entire prehistoric era?
Zhen Yuanzi didn't dare, but that figure did.

He will still remember the scene he saw that day in his heart. Under the endless rules, Cihang's figure was so thin, but so tough, just like Mount Buzhou.

It was also on that day that a new system of practice appeared on the entire Primordial Dao Era, a practice system that was suitable for the needs of the Prehistoric Dao Era in this era.

Suddenly, Zhen Yuanzi's expression changed, he stepped into the void, and a sleeve of Qiankun brought two sleeping Taoist boys into the sleeve robe.

Immediately afterwards, Zhen Yuanzi, standing in the void, saw the most unforgettable thing in his life.

The prehistoric continent is constantly shaking, constantly fragmenting due to the interplay of rules, and then gradually floating under the power of the rules!
All the continental fragments seemed to follow a trajectory, slowly surrounding the figure.

"Great Heavenly Lord..." Zhen Yuanzi finally had only his own murmurs in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)