Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 112 [Fuxi governs the world, innate gossip]

Fuxi discovered that children born from intercourse between close relatives would have congenital deficiencies, mental ignorance, or deformities, and established ethics that close relatives were not allowed to unite.

At the same time, Fuxi invented musical instruments to allow people to have entertainment at night.

Under the leadership of Fuxi, the human race's life is getting better and better. This is the human race's luck.

But every night, Fuxi would look up at the stars. The dazzling stars seemed to be operating in a regular pattern, and their trajectory seemed to tell the world what was about to happen.

But he couldn't understand it, nor did he understand the meaning contained in it.

As time passed, Fuxi seemed to have realized something. He kept silent every day. Apart from normal work, he watched the sun and moon change and the stars change in the sky.

In the depths of Beiming, the ground is covered with black ice and white snow covers the earth. No living thing can survive in the terrifying cold air.

In this land of billions of miles of black ice, there is only one living being, and that is Kunpeng.

At the critical moment of the Lich War, Kunpeng took away the Yanhe Tuluoshu, the great formation that suppressed Zhou Tianxingdou. If it weren't for Kunpeng, the demon army would never have suffered such heavy casualties. He was abandoned by the demon clan in the world.

After the Lich War, Kunpeng returned to Beiming and did not go out again. He devoted himself to studying Hetu Luoshu all day long.

Kunpeng has a very high level of understanding, otherwise he would not have been able to create the demon script. There is a truth about heaven and earth hidden in the Hetu Luoshu, and he really understood something.

However, some things do not belong to him after all.

But today, a giant cyan bird descended from the sky and landed in front of the Demon Master's Palace. Its terrifying power did not restrain at all and completely enveloped the entire Demon Master's Palace.

Kunpeng, who was deep in the Demon Master's Palace, felt the aura of the visitor and his face was filled with coldness.

Kunpeng flashed in front of Qingluan and said with a sneer: "It turns out to be Qingluan Dajia. What's the matter with you here?"

There was only one Qingluan in the ancient world. He came to Nuwa when he became a saint and became Nuwa's mount. Now he has reached the early stage of quasi-sage cultivation.

Although she was a level lower than Kunpeng, Kunpeng did not dare to underestimate her at all. As the mount of a saint, her appearance undoubtedly represented the saint.

Qingluan looked condescendingly at Kunpeng, "I follow the order of Empress Nuwa to take back the Hetu Luoshu."

Kunpeng remained silent, but was struggling in his heart. He had long known that Hetuluo Shu could not be saved, but he did not expect it to come so quickly.

"Humph!"

Two rays of spiritual light passed through Kunpeng's hands and sped towards Qingluan.

"You know what you're interested in."

Qingluan smiled disdainfully and took Hetuluo Shu to understand directly, completely ignoring Kunpeng's cold face.

No matter how unwilling he was, Kunpeng could only endure it. Nuwa was not someone he could offend.

On this day, Fuxi came to the river, holding a branch in his hand and painting on the ground. It was an irregular pattern of horizontal and vertical poles fused together.

If Zhang Yan were here, he would definitely find that this pattern is 70% similar to the Bagua diagram in his previous life.

"It always feels like something is missing!"

Fuxi fell into deep thought. Since he became obsessed with these things, he has rarely appeared in the Fengyan tribe and has been deep in thought all day long.

"Crash!"

The river beside Fuxi suddenly parted, and a rather large turtle emerged from the water and crawled toward Fuxi. Fuxi could feel that the turtle had no ill intentions toward him, and he was not afraid of it. However, he felt inexplicably familiar with the books and pictures carried on the turtle's back.

The turtle climbed up the river bank, walked to Fuxi and lay down on the ground, as if bowing to salute, and finally handed Fuxi the pictures and books on his back.

Fuxi looked at the giant turtle in confusion and said, "Is this for me?"

The giant turtle flashed its small eyes, nodded, and left without stopping, breaking through the water.

After the giant turtle left, Fuxi looked at the pictures and books on the ground, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity flooded into his heart, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"It must be an illusion!"

Fuxi shook his head slightly, and then opened the book with pictures.

"He Tu, Luo Shu."

Just the name gave Fuxi a strong sense of familiarity, but soon he was seduced by the truth of heaven and earth contained in it and fell into a deep enlightenment.

"One Yuan, Two Instruments, Three Talents, Four Symbols, Five Elements, Six Harmonies, Seven Stars - countless mysteries passed through his mind, making his mind constantly immersed in them, and his realm was growing rapidly."

From the original mortal realm, he directly crossed several great realms and reached the golden immortal realm.

Time went by, and Fuxi had been sitting on the bank of the Yellow River for three years without realizing it.

On this day, he finally found the solution he wanted, observing the sky and the laws of the earth.

The hexagram diagram that divides the heaven and earth into Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen and Kun is called the Xiantian Bagua Diagram. It explains the mystery of all things in the heaven and earth with the eight trigrams of all things.

Fuxi created the Bagua, and at the same time he was able to calculate heavenly secrets, seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, and he could also mobilize the power of the innate Bagua to completely ban the natural disasters left by the saint.

"Hahaha, from now on, our human race will have no worries about natural disasters!"

Fuxi looked up to the sky and laughed. With this innate gossip, he could lead the human race to avoid disasters and dangers, and from now on they could avoid the effects of natural disasters.

Fuxi understood the innate Bagua, and after returning to his tribe, he began to teach his tribe the magical uses of the Innate Bagua.

Innate Bagua can accurately predict changes in wind and clouds, cloudy and rainy days, natural disasters, etc.

On cloudy days and rainy days, Fuxi forbids the tribesmen to go hunting. At the same time, according to the changes in the weather, there are 365 days in a year, divided into twelve months, and a cycle of seven days.

The sky and the earth change from cloudy to sunny, and are divided into twenty-four solar terms. The four seasons change, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, and day and night alternate.

Not everyone can understand the innate gossip, so Fuxi also made a calendar book in which he recorded his daily predictions.

As Fuxi's innate gossip continues to spread, the name of Fuxi's sage spread throughout the human tribe, and there is a vague sense of familiarity with the Fengyan tribe as the center. Even more and more human tribes are centered around the Fengyan tribe, surrounding the surrounding areas. settle down.

Since Fuxi came to the world, he has continued to promote the development of the human race. The daily progress can be seen with the naked eye. Fewer and fewer people have died from hunger, cold, and freezing, especially after the implementation of the Xiantian Bagua created by Fuxi.

There is not even a single human race that has been persecuted by natural disasters. Occasionally, some incidents are accidental. Fuxi's name spread throughout the ancient world, and even other races have heard of it.

Among the tens of thousands of meters of clouds in the Fengyan tribe, a group of people sat here, their eyes observing Fuxi's every move all the time.

He is Fuxi's master Xuandu.

(End of this chapter)