One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 720: Calming down the flood? Of course, it's more than that

Originally, when Hu Xiuwu arrived, Xiao Huanglong treated him as a distinguished guest for Yuan Shoucheng's sake. He was submissive in body but suspicious in heart, and soft in words but proud in heart.

After being beaten and treated like a naughty child, he was dragged back and became completely obedient.

Not only was he convinced, his body also softened, and his dragon clan arrogance was gone.

Hu Xiuwu said: "I don't care about the safety of you four dragons, I am doing this for the people of the world."

"Saving you is just a side job. If you don't have eyes, I can also send you away."

Since the little yellow dragon doesn't give him face, there is no need for Hu Xiuwu to play the game of the hermit giving him a secret bag with him.

The murderous words made the little yellow dragon even more respectful and polite, but he was still a fool and would not listen to kind words. He had to be killed by a sword or an axe before he would submit.

Even the little yellow dragon himself said, "I am willing to enter the immortal's cave to avoid disaster. For this, I am willing to give all the treasures in my Huaidu Water God's Mansion to the immortal as rent."

"I am willing to persuade the rest of my brothers to follow these conditions and ask for the protection of the Immortal."

Hu Xiuwu said: "I told you! I am not here to help you for these treasures."

"I only have one condition."

The little yellow dragon said, "Please speak."

Hu Xiuwu straightened his back, approached the little yellow dragon, and stared at him:

"I don't want your money to save you from trouble. I want you to help me, and then I will help you."

The little yellow dragon felt his dragon tendons tighten and turn cold, and his voice became weak: "I don't know what the immortal wants me to do for you, but I will definitely help if I can!"

Hu Xiuwu said word by word: "I want you to leave the position of Huaidushui deity."

Little Huanglong was about to speak in confusion, but Hu Xiuwu raised his hand to signal him to shut up and listened to him:

"When I say you're leaving the position of the Water God of Huaidu, I don't mean you're going to flee the Huai River, hang up your seal, and leave the position to the next Water God appointed by the Heavenly Court."

"I want you to help me return the position of the Water God of Huaishui to the Water God."

What Hu Xiuwu wanted was not only to make the Huai River God absent, but also to make this deity disappear directly.

He not only wants to quell the current flood, he also wants to make the Four Rivers free from the control of Heaven forever, so that there will be no more divine disasters in the future Black Myth World.

The heaven in the black mythology established the river gods, sea gods, city gods and land gods not out of kindness, but to harvest the spiritual essence of the three realms.

The so-called spiritual essence is explained in the Shadow God Map: Qiankun gives birth to living beings, and living beings nurture spiritual essence. It is omnipotent and everyone likes it. It is the currency among the three realms.

He is omnipotent and everyone likes him. Even the peaches and golden elixir have not received such high praise.

The so-called spiritual essence can be regarded as an alternative kind of merit jade coin, a limited wish-making machine.

As long as it is used properly, anything can be done. It can be made into an elixir of immortality, it can be forged into indestructible weapons, or it can be refined into magical instruments with miraculous effects and incredible powers.

Where does the spiritual essence come from? It can be seen from the game that it is hidden in the innate Qi of the three realms of life, that is, the soul life.

By killing demons, immortals can expose their spiritual essence. If it is not harvested, it will be scattered throughout the world. However, if someone uses a magical tool to harvest it, they can collect the spiritual essence and use it for other purposes.

These mountain gods and sea gods are actually tax collectors sent by Heaven to the human world to harvest spiritual energy.

When mortals offer sacrifices to immortals and gods, a trace of their spiritual essence will flow into the deity's throne along with their thoughts. The more pious they are and the more they offer sacrifices, the more it will flow away.

Spiritual essence is closely related to the innate Qi. The loss of spiritual essence will damage the innate foundation, and lifespan and fortune will be affected as a result.

And every time someone died, the City God would send his messengers to harvest the last bit of spiritual energy from the dead soul.

The spiritual essence of mortals is harvested generation after generation, which will lead to the innate talents of mortals being inferior to the previous generation. The number of people who can achieve enlightenment and become immortals will become fewer and fewer. In the end, becoming an immortal will probably become a legend, and even the practice itself will be fraught with difficulties.

This is true for humans, and even more so for animals. I'm afraid they can't even achieve enlightenment. They can only wander in confusion in front of the door of spiritual creatures like the wild beasts on the Five Finger Mountain without entering.

Later, the Huangfengling incident showed that Lingshan was no longer satisfied with just harvesting the spiritual essence of living beings, but had set its sights on the spiritual essence of the earth.

The Huangfeng Ridge, which was originally a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters, has become a place covered with yellow sand. This is not the fault of the Great Sage Huangfeng.

The spiritual energy used to pass the level was obtained from the Buddha heads all over the ground. Who do you think arranged that?

Could it be that the Great Sage Huangfeng, who had already stolen the head of Lingji Bodhisattva, had his faith collapsed and was driven mad by Sun Wukong's six senses, still had the mind to use the Buddha's head to collect the spiritual essence of Huangfeng Ridge.

Of course, it was Lingshan's fault. All the spiritual essence in the earth was collected by them, turning it into a dead land. The spiritual essence of the Three Realms was over-exploited, and the circulation of the spiritual essence was intercepted and taken away by the Heavenly Court after setting up dams.

If this continues for thousands of years, the spiritual energy is not infinite, and sooner or later it will be like the mountains outside the capital.

Bare, white and very clean.

But even if it would destroy the three realms and make it difficult for them to circulate, why would the gods still do such a thing as draining the pond to catch fish and killing the goose that lays the golden eggs?

Because there is a problem with the gods in the black myth. The gods are not immortal. Even the Jade Emperor and the Buddha, they will die one day.

In the Black Myth, the day of the Jade Emperor's fall and the day of the Buddha's extinction are coming soon! But they don't want that day to come, so they start to follow the way of man: take what is lacking and add what is in excess.

Damage the six realms of heaven and enrich oneself.

They want to live until the day when the seas run dry and the rocks crumble and the six realms of existence collapse. If they die before that day, what business will they have with the peace and stability of the world after that?

So, Sun Wukong said to Zhu Bajie at that time, if we eat one more bite, they will eat one less bite.

What a profound awakening it was. He gave up the life that was within his grasp, betrayed his own class, and was unwilling to do anything that would harm the three realms and benefit himself.

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You might as well be planning to capture me and use me as a mount.

Little Huanglong's heart was pounding when he heard this, and he wished he could poke his ears apart so that he would never hear Hu Xiuwu's rebellious words again.

This was more frightening than any words from the demon. Being born into the dragon clan, the little yellow dragon knew very well what Hu Xiuwu was doing. It was because he knew it so well that he was so scared.

Sun Wukong, who caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace in the past, was suppressed for five hundred years, but if Hu Xiuwu could accomplish such a thing.

They must be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell, where their tendons and bones will be pulled out and their souls will be destroyed. Anyone who has anything to do with Hu Xiuwu and all the texts related to him will be destroyed by the Heavenly Court.

Hu Xiuwu saw the fear in Little Yellow Dragon's heart and said coldly: "Your best fate now is to go to the Dragon Slaying Platform. Why do you like to be someone else's meal?"

The cruel truth was like a basin of ice water poured on his fevered head, instantly pulling the little yellow dragon back.

Yes, given the brothers' current situation, they have no right to be indecisive.

The little yellow dragon thought for a while and said, "Please stay in my mansion, Immortal, so that I can think about it carefully."

Hu Xiuwu stared at the little yellow dragon for a while, then sneered and said sarcastically, "You still don't want to give up?"

The little yellow dragon remained silent and did not dare to answer.

What requires time to consider is clearly a delaying tactic.

The prestige of Heaven was deeply rooted in his heart. Unless it was extremely urgent, he would not dare to rebel against Heaven directly.

The thought of rebellion does not arise easily. The Shudras, the slave class in India, were exploited into that state, but they still appeared to be submissive.

Unless they are pushed into a corner, most people dare not rebel against the old authority.

What's more, the severity of the wanted warrants for fugitives and traitors is different. The Heavenly Court may be perfunctory in its pursuit of the former, but the latter will definitely be pursued with a determined attitude.

It is now the 13th year of Zhenguan. According to what Hu Xiuwu saw and heard in Chang'an, Tang Sanzang, the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, may have just reached Shuangchaling at this time and may not have seen Sun Wukong.

The journey to the West to obtain the scriptures took more than ten years. It was obvious that the little yellow dragon wanted to stabilize him first, and then wait until the journey to the West was over, and then observe the situation and see how the Heavenly Court would deal with them.

If the Heavenly Court merely arrested him, confiscated his property, or even imprisoned him for five hundred years like Sun Wukong, the little yellow dragon would not resist at all.

Hu Xiuwu hated him for not fighting back: "You have clearly made up your mind, why don't you give up?"

Little Huanglong knew clearly in his heart that the chances of Heaven letting them go were very slim, but he was always unwilling to give up the last glimmer of hope until the last moment.

What if...

What if, by chance, the Jade Emperor is in a good mood and pardons the sins of these brothers?

The little yellow dragon clasped his fists and said dejectedly: "My Lord, I don't have your courage, so I would never dare to think of this."

Hu Xiuwu said: "That's all, but you and your brother must work diligently to maintain the operation of the Four Rivers and restore peace to the Four Rivers."

Little Huanglong calmed down and said, "Of course there is no problem. I will write to my brothers and ask them to focus on their official duties first. We will definitely protect the people on both sides of the Sidu River."

Hu Xiuwu said: "If that's the case, then it's okay for me to stay in Huaidu Water God Mansion for a while."

The little yellow dragon was overjoyed and immediately called the maid from the Dragon Palace and ordered her to take Hu Xiuwu to the best guest room in the Dragon Palace.

It is said to be a guest room, but in fact it is a courtyard study, a small courtyard with everything needed.

The graceful clam girl twisted her soft and slender waist and led Hu Xiuwu to the Dragon Palace guest room. Then a team of clam girls came over to help Hu Xiuwu clean the room, make tea, light the lamp, make the quilt and warm the bed.

The clam girl on the bed was delicate and tender, and the quilt was obviously big enough to cover two people, but her pearl-like toes and white jade-like shoulders were exposed, which made her look so playful, cute, charming and affectionate.

Da da da,

There was a burst of hurried footsteps in the corridor.

In the stereotype, an old turtle wearing a civil servant's robe led eighteen pairs of crab spirits carrying large boxes that looked like dowries into Hu Xiuwu's yard.

"My name is Du Weizhi, and I am here on the orders of the water god to bring daily necessities to the Immortal."

Du Weizhi clapped his hands, and the thirty-six crab spirits simultaneously put down the carrying poles on their shoulders, letting the big box fall to the ground.

clap clap,

All the boxes were opened, instantly brightening up the courtyard.

The rich fragrance wafts out, and the room is filled with jewels and treasures.