Covering the sky: At the beginning, the emperor invited me to become a fairy

Chapter 442 Fuxi preaches
The man in the cloud is majestic and majestic, and the woman is gentle and kind.

Although there is no great power coming from them, just standing there, they naturally become the focus of the world, the core of all things in the mountains and rivers, and the stars in the sky seem to revolve around it.

Seeing the young man standing on the top of the hill with a hoe in his hand, the woman couldn't help smiling gently, and then sighed:

"I never imagined that in this era of absolute spirits, there are still people who can reach this step by themselves."

Regarding this, the man on the side also said in a deep voice:

"Even if the times are withered and the world is in ruins, there will eventually be people who will walk forward in the ruins, continue the fire, and carry on the past and usher in the future."

"Master ordered us to be born to allow us to explore in this dark age and practice our own path."

That's right, these two people are naturally Fuxi and Nuwa.

The two have gone through the entire ancient era from the mythical age to seal the immortal source, and they have woken up and turned several times without manifesting.

Now, with the consent of the Immortal Emperor, he was finally born.

The conversation between the two in the cloud was really like the whispers of the immortals in the nine heavens, falling into the world of mortals, which made the young people seem to be enlightened.

The young man below woke up like a dream, and finally came to his senses, performed a big gift, and hurriedly kowtowed:
"My god, please be respected by this junior!"

Relying on the "Bi Ma Jue" recorded in the jade piece of family heirloom, the young man reluctantly embarked on the road of practice, and he can be regarded as a monk.

But the legendary soaring through the clouds, flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, was just like a dream to him.It even doubts whether anyone can reach this level.

But today, he was able to see two such existences with his own eyes, and he couldn't help but feel excited. He felt that this was a great opportunity for him, and he must not miss it.

Hearing this, Fuxi raised his head and said with emotion:
"Don't mention the words of the immortals again. Counting the world, there is only one person who can truly live forever and be immortal."

"Yes." Regarding this, although the young man didn't know what it was, he naturally wouldn't go against it.

Fuxi and Nuwa are so cultivated, they have already become enlightened as early as the end of mythology.

The Xeon Divine Sense is vast and boundless. Long before it descended on this planet, it had already swept through the entire ancient star and understood everything.

In fact, the young man was not the only monk on the Kunlun ancient planet, let alone the one with the highest level.

Many monks can even cultivate to the realm of Dao Palace relying on the superficial spiritual energy overflowing from the former Supreme Immortal Land.

But the youth can open up the sea of ​​suffering and almost build a bridge of gods with only incomplete and crude methods, which is really extraordinary.

This is why Fuxi and Nuwa came here on their own initiative.

"The world has changed drastically, and the origin qi is almost gone. You have found another way to cultivate your own essence, and you have a bit of the demeanor of an ancient qi practitioner."

Although the young man's humble cultivation was not in their eyes, Fuxi and Nuwa did not hesitate to praise them.

Ancient qi practitioners ate wind and drank dew, refining the source qi of heaven and earth for their own use.

But in today's human world, ten thousand ways collapsed, the heart of heaven was hidden, and the source energy of heaven and earth was cut off.

Except for some fragments of source stones excavated from the mountains and soil, the young man has nothing to rely on. He can only choose to refine his own energy, which eventually led him to successfully open up the sea of ​​suffering.

It's a pity that this method will inevitably damage oneself, coupled with the suppression of the external environment, resulting in the young man being unable to display any supernatural powers even though he is a monk who is close to the realm of Shenqiao.

This is also the sorrow of the monks in the era of Jue Ling.

On the other side, after being praised by Fuxi and Nuwa, the young man couldn't help showing a flattered look:

"Immortal... the seniors praised it, but the juniors are really terrified."

Immediately afterwards, the young man seemed to have made up his mind, and immediately knelt down on the ground, kowtowing and saying:
"The dharma formula practiced by the younger generation is incomplete, and there is no follow-up method to overcome the sea of ​​suffering. Seeing that the road ahead is about to be cut off-I see two seniors today, and I only hope to seek the Dharma door of practice. The great kindness and virtue will definitely be unforgettable forever."

In this regard, Nuwa sighed faintly:
"It's okay for you to refine your own essence and practice only in the realm of Lunhai, but if you continue to follow the same pattern in the follow-up, it is tantamount to drinking poison to quench your thirst and bringing yourself to perish."

When Nuwa's words came, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. The young man couldn't help but look up in shock, with a look of loss on his face.

Seeing this, Nuwa and Fuxi looked at each other, and the latter said abruptly:
"What is your surname Feng?"

Hearing this, the young man calmed down, and solemnly replied: "The younger generation's ancestors live here, and the whole family is named Feng."

In fact, Fuxi already knew about this matter, so he nodded:

"The surname Feng is destined to be with me, I don't know, would you like to leave with me?"

After the words fell, the young man still stood on the spot blankly, looking at a loss.

It was Nuwa who was next to her with a gentle smile, explaining the mystery:

"Aren't you going to meet your master soon?"

The young man surnamed Feng finally came to his senses, with unconcealable joy and excitement on his face:
"Master is on top, please accept your disciples!"

After frankly accepting the young man's prostration, Fuxi accepted the named disciple.

The young man was devoted to Taoism, and after leaving money for his family to ensure a prosperous life, he drifted away with Fuxi and Nuwa.

Soaring through the clouds and driving the fog, the mountains, rivers and land are fleeting under your feet.

The young man sits cross-legged on the cloud, after Fuxi washes his tendons and cuts his marrow, and then embarks on the practice, the scene before him will no longer make the young man's heart beat like it used to.

Moreover, he knew that the true cultivation of the two masters had already reached an unfathomable level, and picking the stars and the moon was just a piece of cake.

What surprised the young people even more was the glorious years that the two of them narrated.

The avenue of heaven and earth is manifested, and the source energy is abundant. Even the "poor mountains and bad waters" in the past, in today's view, it is an extraordinary paradise.

"Master, the Dao of Heaven and Earth does not exist. Is it true that the way forward for us monks is cut off, and there is no chance to practice to a high level?"

Finally, the young man asked the doubts that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

To this, Fuxi did not choose to answer directly, but took him to stand on the clouds again, overlooking the mountains and rivers and everything under his feet.

"Tell me, what did you see?"

"Mountains, rivers... and cities and people." The young man replied truthfully.

"What about now?" Fuxi asked again.

Following Fuxi's words, the scene in the young man's eyes suddenly changed.

The mountains are majestic and continuous, the rivers and seas are winding and vast, and among the plants, trees, flowers and leaves, there are laws one after another spreading, faintly showing Dao marks.

The breeze blew slightly, and the vegetation swayed, like a fairy scripture being turned over, revealing the true meaning of the Dao.

"The Tao! It is the Tao! Master, I have seen the Tao!"

The youth shouted excitedly, and realized:
"Wan Dao has not disappeared, it has always been there! Dao has no form, it has always been hidden in the world!"

Hearing this, Fuxi couldn't help but nodded. Although the young man wasted some years, he also sharpened a heart of Taoism and wisdom.

After this day, Fuxi taught the Dharma in person, and passed on all the scriptures created by his own comprehension of the Dao of Heaven and Earth to him.

As a supreme being who has attained enlightenment, even in the Age of Jue Ling, Fuxi has opened up more than one sacred land for cultivation.

Fuxi walked on the earth, and his footprints covered more than one ancient star.He is preaching, and he is also reflecting his own way.

Of course, Fuxi was not always accepted as a disciple and taught personally as he treated the young man with the surname Feng.It is to enlighten all things in the mountains and rivers, to make the Dao hidden in it appear, and to educate the world.

If one has the root of spiritual practice, he will surely be able to comprehend the origin and truth of all things in the world.

At the same time, Fuxi also scattered some of his own perceptions and some of the scriptures he created in the world, leaving them for future generations to discover.

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