mend the sky

Fall, fall—fall.

In the darkness, this is the only feeling that Lingji feels.

I don't know how long it took to fall, but the speed slowed down first... Then, I stepped on the solid ground again.

It was still pitch black in front of him, but Lingji somehow knew how to move forward.

Following that inexplicable guidance, Lingji groped forward.She didn't know how long she had been walking in the dark, it was too quiet here, there was no alternation of the sun and the moon and nothing else, time seemed to have lost its meaning here.

Ling Ji stared at the suddenly bursting light in front of her eyes, she first covered her eyes, and then put down her hands after realizing that the light did not cause her any harm.

Then, fell into a long dream.

The collapsing world, the human race running for their lives in a hurry, the wild beasts raging everywhere... Lingji couldn't help but think of the legends he had heard since childhood.

But another voice rang in her ears.Its humanity:

In ancient times, the four poles were abolished, the nine states were split, the sky was not covered, and the earth was not covered.The fire never goes out, and the water never stops.Wild beasts devour the people, and birds of prey grab the old and the weak.So Nuwa smelted five-color stones to mend the sky, cut off the Ao enough to set up the four poles, killed the black dragon to help Jizhou, and accumulated reed ashes to stop the infestation.The heavens make up, the four poles are upright, □ is dry, Jizhou is flat, cunning insects are dead, and Zhuan Minsheng is alive.Back Fangzhou, embrace Yuantian.

The goddess in the purple dress appeared in front of Lingji. She was extremely beautiful, and that was not beauty in the usual sense, but a kind of...compassionate and merciful demeanor.The goddess said softly: "My name is Butian."

Compared with herself, the statues of Goddess Mending the Sky standing in the tribe were too rough, but for no reason, Lingji believed her words without any doubt.

Lingji immediately reacted, and was about to kneel down to salute: "Lingji, the daughter of the chief of the tribe, has met the goddess."

"No need to be polite." The goddess took Lingji's hand and smiled at her, "Do you know why you came here?"

Lingji hesitated for a while, and said truthfully, "Lingji...don't know."

Goddess of mending the sky: "Do you have three calamities?"

Lingji: "Yes."

Among Lingji's three catastrophes, the catastrophe of floods came first. At that time, Lingji was still a little baby with no memory, and she had no impression of it. The twists and turns were told by her brother—once in a while When listening to the two elder brothers bragging about their bravery and fearlessness in rescuing the little sister from the great flood.The second one came was the Calamity of Plague, and Ling Ji lay in bed for more than half a month before he recovered.And the calamity of the landslide that followed had only been experienced before.

Goddess Butian smiled lightly, and gently tapped Lingji's forehead with her slender fingers.

A large amount of information was given through this point of contact, but Lingji was not hurt at all.The little princess who recorded the tribe took a while to digest the information, and felt that she seemed to know too much.

Ling Ji didn't understand many things before, such as why the daughters of the chiefs of each tribe couldn't have their own surnames until they were ten years old, and why each of them would have one or another non-fatal but always troublesome catastrophe.She also asked her mother, but the elegant Taoist nun just smiled and said that she would know later, so Lingji could only hope to grow up.

When would I be able to grow up overnight? Occasionally, I would inadvertently come up with such absurd thoughts.

But she knows now.

Because of the goddess of mending the sky.

The dying goddess cannot complete the Dao Realm's veins by herself, so Heaven and Earth automatically provided a countermeasure to let the residents of the Dao Realm pay the price together. The higher the person, the more they have to pay. many.And like the daughters of their tribal chiefs——

"Because I need an heir." The goddess said softly, "I can't hold on for long, but Dao Realm can't live without a guardian."

Heaven and Earth responded to the goddess' wish.

The little princesses of every tribe are candidates.

The age of ten is a dividing line. The little princesses before the age of ten are all candidates for the succession of the goddess, so they cannot have a surname.Tribulation is a choice, everyone can survive the disaster, but the performance during the time will determine the next result.

"I've been waiting for a long time." The goddess of mending said, "You are not the first person to come here."

Ling Ji: "But... there are no rumors..."

"The loser can go back, but he can't tell any information about this place." The god of mending the sky looked at the little girl in front of him with a gentle expression, "I remember that your mother also walked in front of me."

It just failed in the end.

Lingji added in a low voice in her heart, and she suddenly realized why her mother was so happy about the three calamities on her body.

"Goddess." Lingji asked in a low voice, "Is there anything I need to do?"

Goddess Butian said: "Well... just be obedient." She repeated: "Be obedient, just close your eyes and sleep." Her words seemed to have a special rhythm and power , Lingji only felt a sudden surge of fatigue, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the scene in front of him became more and more blurred, and finally fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.

The girl's limp body was caught by the goddess, who held Lingji in her arms and hummed an ancient song.And amidst the singing, Lingji sank deeper and deeper.

Time has lost its meaning here, maybe tens of thousands of years have passed and the outside world is just a moment, or maybe the outside world has changed in a snap of the fingers.The goddess put her arms around her heir, humming songs one after another.

Her figure became more and more ethereal.

However, Lingji's body began to show the same divine power fluctuations as that of the goddess.

The goddess trimmed the hair of the girl in her arms, thinking: When you wake up, you will already be the "Goddess of Mending the Sky".

How lucky I am, as an incarnation, I have gained independence, as Mantian, I have fulfilled my responsibility and carried out my thoughts, and as myself—all wishes have been fulfilled, all prayers have been answered, All the hard work has paid off.

I don't have any regrets in my life...

Even if it is the "Tao Realm" that takes one step ahead...you and I will meet again eventually.

This is destined.

It was as if someone would come here to replace her and become the new goddess of mending the sky.

"In the future, I will be responsible for you."

The goddess kissed the girl's forehead, and spoke softly of her expectations for her successor.

"You will do better than me, Lingji."

The author has something to say:

"Huainanzi Lan Ming Xun": In ancient times, the four poles were abandoned, the Kyushu was split, the sky was not covered, and the earth was not contained.The fire never goes out, and the water never stops.Wild beasts devour the people, and birds of prey grab the old and the weak.So Nuwa smelted five-color stones to mend the sky, cut off the Ao enough to set up the four poles, killed the black dragon to help Jizhou, and accumulated reed ashes to stop the infestation.The heavens make up, the four poles are upright, □ is dry, Jizhou is flat, cunning insects are dead, and Zhuan Minsheng is alive.Back Fangzhou, embrace Yuantian.And spring, yang and summer, killing autumn and making winter, sleeping with ropes on the side of the pillow, those who are obstructed by yin and yang, understand it well;At this time, one is lying down, the other is a cow, one thinks it is a horse, and the other thinks it is a cow, and it walks and walks, and the other looks at it, and the Dong is in harmony. , sprites do not know where to go.At this time, the beasts and vipers all hide their claws and fangs, hide their sting poison, and none of them have the heart to bite.Examining his meritorious deeds, he went up to the nine heavens and went down to Huanglong. His reputation was passed down by later generations, and his brilliance valued all things.Riding on a thunder chariot, driving Yinglong, riding a green qiu, aiding Juerui, Xi Luotu, Huang Yunluo, a white chi in front, running a snake in the back, floating and swaying, teaching ghosts and gods, ascending to the nine heavens, courting the emperor at the Lingmen, Mi Mu Xiu was under the leadership.However, if you don't show your merits, don't raise your voice, and hide the way of the real person, so as to follow the heaven and the earth.why?Morality is connected, but wisdom is eliminated. — A part is quoted in the text.

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