Prehistoric: Senior Brother Xuanmen

Chapter 373 Congratulations on choosing the most tragic ending for yourself (please subscribe, ask for a monthly pass)

When the "remuneration issue" of the Taoist disciples affected the whole prehistoric period, Xuan Chengzi had already returned to Kunlun Mountain and locked himself in the Dao Temple.

He wants to retreat and comprehend the Dao, and strive to reach the peak of Daluo Jinxian as soon as possible!

As early as when the spiritual realm was first opened, he had this idea.

Watching the four sages open up the spiritual universe gave him a lot of insights.

It's just that he needs to take care of Lingjing, the Internet, the new PHS, etc., and there is really no time for him.

Now that Lingjing has been launched and is on the right track, the network coverage is also being carried out in an orderly manner, and the imitation problem of PHS has also been fundamentally suppressed. The next maintenance work is left to Duobao and Xuandu. .

What's more, this time he drew hundreds of billions of merit, forced out the primordial purple energy, and absorbed many Dao laws from it, so he had to retreat and digest it.

He had made sufficient preparations for this retreat, and he returned to the Dao Palace after explaining everything.

"Duang~"

Accompanied by the ringing of a clearer and more passionate bell, the simple but not simple Taoist temple belonging to Xuan Chengzi was wrapped in a magnificent Xuanhuang meritorious aura.

The good fortune bell is beautiful, and the merits and virtues hang down for nine days!

……

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

Ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

That dao hall is still shrouded in the dao rhyme of the chaotic clock, as if it has jumped out of the three realms, not in the five elements, and no one can approach it.

In the past ten thousand years, the prehistoric world has changed with each passing day.

Under the ardent expectation of Empress Houtu, the Qianjing Pagoda covered the underworld.

Although there are not many fairy gods in the underworld, after connecting to the Internet, it is bound to strengthen the connection between the underworld, the heavens and the human world, and at the same time, it will also allow those brave warriors of the Wu clan to vent their anger in the virtual world, so as not to be overwhelmed.

In addition to the underworld, Qianjing Pagoda has also entered Xiniu Hezhou.

Although some bodhisattvas and venerables strongly opposed it at the beginning, thinking that this was an invasion and occupation initiated by the oriental Taoist sect, the voices of approval within the Buddhist sect accounted for the vast majority.

In the end, Xiniu Hezhou successfully completed the network coverage.

Countless Buddhist disciples purchased the Spirit Realm Seal with excitement and heartache.

Then, many of them found that the new-style PHS that came with the gift of the spirit seal had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Many daring disciples took it apart to have a look.

Well, isn't this the batch we imitated?

It's really where to go!
The Buddhist disciples who participated in the imitation of the new PHS felt aggrieved thinking about it.

They bought high-priced materials to imitate the new-style PHS, but none of them could be sold after the work was done, and could only be transferred to the Heavenly Court at half the cost. Now, the Heavenly Court took the new-style PHS they refined to earn their merits!

So frustrating!

This world is really...ahem, you really need to master the core technology!
In addition to the spiritual realm, another major event that has attracted the attention of countless gods is that the God of Haotian proclaimed himself the Miluo Palace to understand the Dao, and entrusted everything in the heavenly court to the Golden Mother of Yaochi, Siyu, Wulao, Qiyaoxingjun, etc. people.

Although the Haotian God had gradually released news long before, when this day really came, many gods and immortals still speculated secretly.

Is it a real retreat, or is there something else important?

Is the retreat to prove the way or to break through, or is there a conflict within the heavenly court?

I heard that three of the four emperors are disciples of Taoism. Could it be that Taoism wants to control the power of heaven?

……

Amidst all the suspicions, God Haotian disappeared from the sight of the gods.

On the surface, it seems that he locked himself in the Miro Palace. Only a few people know that there is actually only his physical body in the Miro Palace. The calamity is gone.

Beijuluzhou
Demon Saint Bai Ze put away the Ten Thousand Demon Manual, a suspicious look flashed across his brows.

"Xuan Chengzi is in seclusion, and Haotian is also in seclusion... Are these two planning something?"

He didn't think it was a coincidence.

Now the Three Qings of the East and Empress Nuwa are retreating to study the Dao, and the two saints of the West are far away from the sky and chaos.

Looking at the prehistoric world, Xuan Chengzi and Haotian are the most respected and powerful.

Shouldn't this be the time to take the opportunity to consolidate power?

Retreat together?
What a joke!
They must be planning something in the dark!
These two guys seem to be friendly and harmless to humans and animals on the surface, but they are actually vicious in their minds. They can even come up with such vicious schemes as "bundling sales". There is nothing in this world that they can't do!

Hearing Bai Ze Yaosheng's inference, many demon gods nodded in agreement on the surface, but secretly couldn't help muttering, "It seems that what happened last time was a big blow to Lord Yaosheng, and this has left a shadow!"

"Isn't it? The merits he earned from painting Wan Yao back then were not a small amount. I heard that he invested all of them. It was because he saw the opportunity early that he managed to get back less than half of it."

"It's too miserable. If it were me, I wouldn't be like this... There are only a few hundred thousand merits in total, and I don't feel so distressed when I lose."

……

Nanfangbuzhou
Since the reign of the Three Emperors, the human race has been completely prosperous.

In the tens of thousands of years after the three emperors ascended to the sky, the human race gave birth to four more great emperors, all of whom made great contributions to the human race.

But after that, the fifth human emperor was never born again.

Now that tens of thousands of years have passed, the human race is no longer limited to the southern part of the continent.

There are traces of human races on the four major continents, as well as the islands in the four seas.

In the northwest of Nanfangbuzhou, there is a large river named Tuanshui, which flows eastward into Jishui.

The river is more than [-] miles wide, and the waves in the center are thousands of feet high, torrenting endlessly, and it is difficult for birds to cross.

On the south bank of Turbulent Water, there is a vast field named Chengji.

Chengji's wild soil is fertile, water is abundant, and the terrain is flat. There are neither dense forests nor marshes, nor fairy mountains and caves.

For the people of the human race, the terrain here is open, the products are abundant, and the water source is abundant, so it is an excellent place to multiply and live.

People here reclaimed good fields, planted grains, and built houses. After tens of thousands of years of development, one city-state after another was built on this Chengji field.

The people here live a prosperous life, and they only need daily offerings to receive the protection of gods and gods, with good weather and good harvests.

For tens of thousands of years, this has been an established custom.

Most of the relationship between the human race and the gods is like this.

In the evening of that day, the sun had just set on the mountain, and a sound like a baby crying sounded outside Jinshui City, making people inexplicably terrified.

A boy in fluttering colorful clothes appeared in the meeting hall of Jinshui City. Looking at the elders in the meeting hall and the Lord of Jinshui City above him, he said calmly: "This year, it's your turn in Jinshui City to enshrine the God of Turbulent Water. I don't know if I can be prepared?"

The Lord of Jinshui quickly stood up, looked at the boy and said, "I have an envoy to inquire. The preparations for the tribute are being stepped up, and the offering will definitely be made on time on the day of the sacrifice."

"hope so."

Caiyi God Envoy nodded slightly, and his figure disappeared into a stream of light.

Through the darkness outside the door, a voice like a woman cursing could be vaguely heard.

The expressions of everyone in the meeting hall suddenly changed.

They knew that the strange cry in the dark was the snake, which was the mount of the water god.

Although it is called a snake, it is not a real snake, but acts like a snake.

It has a strange appearance, a human face, a jackal body, and wings on its back. In addition to its terrifying human face, its cry is as sharp as a baby crying, and occasionally it will make a sound like a woman cursing the street.

Once people hear this sound, it is very likely that there will be a major flood in a short period of time.

Obviously, this is the divine envoy warning them.

If the tribute cannot be collected on the day of the sacrifice, then Jinshui City will usher in a great flood!

Immortal gods can protect you and keep you in good weather and crops, and they can also make waves, flood the fertile fields, and make you lose all crops!
"Have you heard everything?"

The Lord of Jinshui looked around at the elders in the conference hall, "The tribute requested by the God of Tuanshui River is equivalent to about one million dollars in the currency of our adult clan, so it should be the same as before. Elders take the lead in donating money, at least three million dollars. !

Afterwards, all the elders will be returned in full, and the rest of the money will be divided between us! "

All the elders glanced at each other, seeing that there was no objection, they nodded slightly.

In the next few days, the city of Jinshui was full of gongs, drums, lanterns and festoons, and many elders took the lead in donating money and materials, attracting people from inside and outside the city to also donate together.

In just three days, three million yuan has already been collected!
In two more days, it was the day of the sacrifice.

Almost all the people in Jinshui City ran to the bank of the Tuanshui River, and even people from several nearby city-states also came to watch.

Sacrificing to the God of the River is a major event every year, and it is related to whether the weather will be smooth in the coming year.

On the bank of the Turbulent River stands a temple, which is magnificent and beautiful.

In the temple, several envoys dressed in colorful clothes stared expressionlessly at the sea of ​​people outside through the curtains that fluttered in the wind.

Among them, on the incense table, there is a golden furnace with auspicious mist, and a curl of purple mist rises.

Behind the incense table stands a statue of a clay sculpture with golden lacquer painting, which looks like a human body with two snakes on its body.

It was almost noon, and an elder who was in charge of sacrificial matters said loudly:

"The ceremony of worshiping the gods begins!"

Groups of young men and women lined up neatly and carried all kinds of treasures towards the temple, while uttering strange syllables from their mouths.

Outside the temple, countless people, led by the city lord and elders, bowed respectfully towards the temple.

At this moment, a cold drink sounded.

"What a god of thieves, how dare you bully my human race!"

The people were shocked and looked up, only to see a tall human youth appearing out of nowhere in front of the temple gate, with a long black sheathed sword on his waist.

The Lord of Jinshui shouted angrily: "Who are you, how dare you act wildly in front of the temple gate!"

"I?"

The human youth pointed at himself and said with a smile: "Listen well, my name is Yu! It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it before, from now until the day you grow old, this name will always be resounding in your hearts In memory!"

As he said that, he ignored the lunatic-like eyes of the people of the human race, raised his foot and kicked the tribute held by a girl into the temple.

"Crash-"

The tribute was cloud beads collected from Yunmeng Lake in the south, each of them was as big as a goose egg, and the price was high.

At this time, these cloud beads were shot into the temple like cannonballs, and bombarded the clay statue of a god painted with golden lacquer with incomparable precision.

"How brave!"

"Bold Terran!"

Several envoys in colorful clothes changed their colors one after another.

In the next moment, the eyes of the idol suddenly released a golden light, and the body of the clay sculpture twisted and swelled, turning into flesh and blood in the blink of an eye.

I saw him with a green complexion, about three feet tall, holding a green snake in each hand, and a pair of golden eyes staring at Dayu coldly, "How dare a mere human race insult God?"

Accompanied by His appearance, a crowd of people outside the temple hurriedly bowed down and kowtowed incessantly, for fear of being implicated.

Dayu looked at the river god and said with a smile: "I don't know what a powerful character it is, it turns out it's just Yu'er!"

The River God was slightly taken aback, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, "How can you recognize my real body?"

Dayu smiled indifferently, and did not answer this question, but said in a deep voice: "Since you are the God of the Turbulent River conferred by the heavenly court, you enjoy allowances and salary, but you are still not satisfied, and you ask the people of the human race for a huge amount of offerings. I arrested you today. Let’s face it, do you plead guilty to Sidu Water God yourself, or should I escort you to plead guilty?”

River God narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why do you, a mortal, know so much about immortal gods?"

Dayu still didn't answer, but just said indifferently: "If you are afraid, you should hurry up and apologize. I think you just collected treasures and didn't hurt anyone's life. I will give you a chance to live. Don't make mistakes!"

The God of the River pondered for a while, and suddenly there was a flash of hostility in his eyes, and the green snake in his left hand suddenly turned into a monster with a human face, a jackal body, and wings on his back, and he opened his bloody mouth to bite Dayu.

Dayu unhurriedly tapped his toes to the ground, and drifted back more than ten feet.

"Congratulations on choosing the most miserable ending for yourself."

While speaking, he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

The sword light suddenly rises.

The transforming snake that opened its teeth and danced its claws in mid-air immediately split into two halves.

The radiant sword light continued to castrate, piercing the curtain, smashing the incense table, and slashing firmly at the body of the water god.

"No!"

Tuan Shui Water God stared blankly at the long sword in Dayu's hand that was surrounded by black and yellow merit.

"This is impossible!"

"How can a mere mortal use the virtuous spirit treasure?"

"You, who are you?"

While speaking, His body melted and dissipated like thin snow meeting the scorching sun.

Before he completely disappeared, Dayu returned his sword back to its sheath, and said calmly: "My name is Yu, and there was only one human emperor in my ancestors, just a great emperor."

"puff--"

The God of Tuan Shui River suddenly spewed out a cloud of energy, staring with unwilling and remorseful eyes and dissipating between the heaven and the earth.

(End of this chapter)