Honghuang: I really don’t want to be the Emperor of Heaven

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On the stage of the prehistoric world, there has never been a shortage of ambitious people, so the disputes in the prehistoric world have never stopped and will never stop.

In a world where great power is attributed to oneself, people only believe in their own strength and never believe in benevolence, righteousness and morality.

And this is what Donghua wants to change. To this end, he has been working hard to formulate the laws of heaven, restrain everyone with morality, spread benevolence and righteousness throughout the world, and promote some great virtues, great sages, and benevolent people, which can be regarded as serving all sentient beings. Be a role model.

Since the beginning of the war of humanity in the ancient world, endless disputes have begun. The beacon fire of war continues to burn throughout the ancient world, and the atmosphere of solemn warfare permeates the world.

However, the really powerful families have not taken action. They are all accumulating strength and waiting for the opportunity, or waiting for the exit of these people in front.

Among the human Huaxu tribe, all the power of the tribe now falls in the hands of Long Yin. The Huaxu tribe has rapidly expanded in the hands of Long Yin, and its strength and resources have been greatly improved and supplemented.

Therefore, during the past few years of Long Yin's reign, it can be said that he has won the hearts of the people and won the support of many people in the clan.

But as time went by, a lot of opposition emerged in the clan. After all, all of this was based on the lives of their own relatives.

In Qishan, Xuandu has stayed here for eight years, and Fuxi has also grown from a child to an eight-year-old boy.

The early morning glow spreads across the mountains, falling like broken gold, bathing in the bodies of those who meditate in the morning, and everyone's body seems to be dyed with a layer of golden light.

On the top of a low mountain, there is a simple Taoist temple. In the quiet room, lotus lanterns are swaying, and the decoration is extremely simple. There is only the word "Tao" hanging high, and Xuandu is wearing a purple Taoist robe and sitting on a futon. .

Outside the Taoist temple, the young Fuxi was facing the morning sun, absorbing the purple energy of heaven and earth, and swallowing the essence of heaven and earth.

At a certain moment, Fuxi stopped, stood up and came to the Taoist temple.

"Master, I have completed today's practice. I wonder if there are any other plans?" Fuxi looked at Xuandu respectfully and said.

When Xuandu heard Fuxi's name, he immediately stood up and looked around nervously, as if something big had happened.

What Xuandu was afraid of was that a red-sleeved ball would suddenly fly from the sky and kill him.

"Fuxi, how many times have I told you, don't call me master, call me teacher. I am not your master, and I cannot be your master. There is no master-disciple relationship between us!"

Just kidding, who dares to be Fuxi’s master? Except for the Master of Zixiao Palace, even the Emperor of Heaven and the Saints would not dare to do so. They are all Taoist friends.

Fuxi hesitated for a moment, then turned his smart eyes with a bit of curiosity and a bit of expectation, and then said: "But everyone else calls me master. You teach me the way of immortality and teach me knowledge. Why isn't it me?" Master?"

Xuan Du felt a little headache. He was originally a lazy person, but now he had to teach a problem baby like Fu Xi. It was really tiring.

What made him tired was not Fuxi's practice, but Fuxi's questions, which simply made him feel like he was going crazy, and sometimes even he didn't know how to answer.

For example, Fuxi once asked him: Master, why does it require a union of a man and a woman to have a child, instead of a man and a woman?

Xuandu didn't know how to answer this question. It wasn't that he didn't know, but he didn't know how to organize the language. In the end, he could only speak from the perspective of Yin and Yang, but when it came to Yin and Yang Dao, Fuxi couldn't understand it.

"Others are others, and you are you. Everyone is different. You can only listen to this matter, not question it." What else could Xuandu say? Could it be that he didn't dare?

Fuxi could only reply: "Okay, teacher, I understand."

Xuandu nodded, and then led Fuxi to an open field.

"Fuxi, do you have any resentment that I didn't teach you any specific cultivation techniques?"

Fuxi shook his head and said: "No, there is a reason why the teacher didn't teach me the exercises. What's more, the way of the exercises is originally a small way. Didn't the teacher say that the Taoist ancestors, the Emperor of Heaven, and the saints once carved the great way between heaven and earth? "

"Then what kind of skills do I need? Isn't it good to directly comprehend the heaven and earth and practice the Tao? Why do I have to use the skills?"

Hearing this, Xuandu nodded with satisfaction. Although Fuxi did not awaken the memory of his previous life, he had such knowledge and courage that he had surpassed most people. It was really good.

"Then today I will teach you a brand new way of practice, which is the way of human immortality. This way is different from the way of immortality taught to you before. You need to spend a lifetime to understand and practice it."

Fuxi thought for a while and asked: "Teacher, I don't know what the way of human immortality is? Does this person refer to my human race?"

Xuandu nodded, shook his head, and then said: "What is the way of immortality? I don't know, because the way of immortality is not perfect yet. You can find the answer to this question yourself?"

"As for the people who follow the way of human immortality, it does not refer to the human race, but to the way of humanity and all living things."

Fuxi asked doubtfully: "Teacher, since the way of human immortality is not perfect, why is it spread to people to practice? Isn't this misleading? Who created this way of human immortality?"

Xuandu looked at Fuxi jokingly and said softly: "The name of the person who created this way is: Fuxi, who has the same name as you, is the innate sacred, the Great Emperor of the Six Emperors of Heaven, the Green Emperor of the Demon Race, and the Holy Master of the Human Race!"

Fuxi's eyes turned and he asked nonchalantly: "Then since this Fuxi is so powerful, why doesn't he perfect the way of human immortality?"

"Because that Fuxi is dead!" Xuandu said softly, then looked at Fuxi and continued: "His name is Fuxi, and you are also called Fuxi. Can't you surpass him and perfect the way of immortality?"

Little Fuxi nodded and said, "What the teacher said makes sense. Since Fuxi can create the way of immortality, I will definitely be able to perfect this way and carry it forward."

Xuan Du nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "The way of human immortality is to explore the potential in one's body, refine one's soul, use the power of spiritual energy and the great road to wash away the potential of the human body, and while practicing Qi, it can also strengthen the physical body. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone. also!"

"The way of human immortality, cultivating essence, energy, spirit, power..."

On the Qishan Mountain, Xuandu began to talk about the way of human immortality, but he only elaborated on the principles of it, and did not teach specific techniques, but let Fuxi understand it on his own.

Even if Fuxi can only understand the superficial skills now, this is still better than what he taught himself.

Because the exercises you understand are the most suitable for you, and you can continue to make progress as your cultivation level breaks through in the future.

Qishan's practice continued. Xuandu taught Fuxi for five days and then practiced on his own for two days. During these two days, Fuxi did not need to practice and allowed him to play around.

And the smart Fuxi wandered among the tribe, seemingly full of curiosity about everything in the world, and he seemed to have a hundred thousand whys in his heart. In the end, he would find the answers to these questions by himself. If he couldn't get the answers, he would ask. Xuandu.

Time gradually passed during Fuxi's practice, and five years passed in the blink of an eye.

Five years seems like a blink of an eye to the prehistoric period, but to ordinary mortals, it is already one-twentieth of life, and Fuxi's cultivation has naturally broken through to the peak of the mortal realm, which is The peak of practicing Xuhedao.