Chapter 352 Fuxi: Let Pindao add the last fire to the lich
"This is the first time I've ever seen someone rush to death after attaining enlightenment." Bai Chuan cursed, his displeasure written on his face.
"Maybe." Fuxi smiled:
"Maybe there are other ways out after falling from the holy throne? Maybe I took the wrong path from the beginning? I don't want to attain enlightenment, but I hope it will enlighten the world."
"You are great, Dao Mingshi. This is easy to say."
"What's so difficult about the truth being revealed to the world? No matter how difficult it is, maybe I can do it? Someone has to do it." Fuxi chuckled, stroking the strings with his fingers:
"Fellow Taoist, I think I may have taken the wrong path?"
"No." Bai Chuan retorted:
"If you make a mistake, how can you achieve enlightenment? If you make a mistake from the beginning, how can you get to this point?"
Baichuan actually knew more about Fuxi.
If we look at the 'traditional myths' of previous lives, this person is definitely the ancestor.
But if we look at the prehistoric ‘myth’, this person has no chance of attaining enlightenment.
And here is the wilderness.
In other words, Fu Xi had no chance to attain enlightenment. Even if he had, he would have lost it inadvertently or given up on his own initiative.
Since coming to this real world, Baichuan rarely uses the "unofficial history" he knew in his previous life to infer the future direction or compare it.
There is no comparison between the two. The simplest example is that Hongyun is still alive and Fuxi has truly attained enlightenment.
"Fellow Taoist." Fuxi suddenly looked at Bai Chuan, his eyes deepening:
"If I say that everything has been changed from the beginning, do you believe it?"
"How can I believe that?"
"But that's the truth." Fuxi suddenly laughed freely:
"Perhaps I never had the chance to attain enlightenment from the beginning? Did you bring me this opportunity? Or, was it Nuwa? Or was it Master?
“Because the calculated avenue is a wrong avenue, it’s not that the avenue is wrong, it’s that I took the wrong one.
"The path I am taking is not pure, not pure at all. Whether it is Ziwei Dou Shu or Qi Men Dun Jia, it has little to do with calculations.
“Unconsciously, this road has formed a new road, a thoroughfare where gossip and speculation go hand in hand.
"According to Pindao's deduction, Bai Ze...should not be Bagua Dao."
Bai Chuan was slightly startled and his eyes dropped.
After a long time, he sighed softly:
"It's up to you. Since you think you've taken the wrong path, it has nothing to do with me what you choose. But I can also guess what you are planning to do. Aren't you afraid of turning into a junior?"
"It doesn't matter." Fuxi smiled relievedly:
"I don't think anyone would do that."
Bai Chuan looked at Fuxi, speechless this time.
Having met each other at the 100 Yuan Club, we have already developed a tacit understanding that needs no words.
If he follows the 'script', he will be the biggest change in himself, right?
But this one sum actually...
"You really know everything." Fuxi raised the corner of his mouth and stepped forward to block Bai Chuan's shoulder:
"No matter what, 'I' believe you."
"Why don't you call me Pindao?"
"My path is not poor. My path has reached perfection. How can I say I am poor? Although I am 'greedy', no matter how greedy I am, there will eventually be an end.
"Fellow Taoist, let me add the last spark to this Lich Catastrophe. Fengqi Mountain will be left to you. We will see you in the next calamity."
With that said, Fuxi walked slowly towards the outside of the hall.
This back view only gave Bai Chuan a feeling of determination! He is very determined!
Fuxi is a true seeker of the truth. If a person like him falls into the dream of being led, he will probably be able to get out of it in three days.
Wearing a plain robe, carrying a five-stringed harp on his back, wearing white jade boots, and a fluttering white belt, he fluttered in the wind.
Fuxi's bright yellow pupils gradually became clear at this moment and turned into brilliant gold.
"Master, sir." Fuxi murmured softly:
"This disciple is willing to bear all the causes and consequences of the Lich Tribulation with this body. All I want is... that the Great Dao will be bright in the world, that the heaven and earth will be clear, that all spirits can attain the Dao, and that all evils and calamities will dissipate!"
Buzz
Wait wait
The quiet and peaceful sound of the piano echoed throughout the world.
Countless eyes looked towards Feng Qishan, but they were all blocked.
[Nuwa, don’t be impulsive. You have already prepared a way out for your brother. When you are away, remember to listen to Bai Chuan. 】
"Brother!"
Above Emperor Wa's sky, Nuwa burst into tears and knelt down on the bed of clouds, trying to break free.
But everything seemed so pale and feeble. Fuxi had a hand in the design of the Wa Palace.
"Jinfeng! Go to Fengqi Mountain!" Nuwa's eyes were scarlet, with tears of blood, and she roared:
"Look for Bai Chuan! Threaten him with that gourd! Stop my brother!"
On Kunlun Mountain, the three pure states had different expressions, and a group of disciples fell into the Tao and were unable to extricate themselves.
"Junior brother!" Tongtian stepped forward and the sword light flashed.
"Come back." I turned to Tongtian with an indifferent expression:
"sit."
"Brother! Junior brother, he is going to die!" Tongtian looked panicked and his face turned red with anxiety.
"sit."
"Brother!"
"Sit down, he has his own arrangements."
"Listen to brother, sit down."
Tongtian looked sad and angry: "Second brother, why are you here! If Junior Brother Bai Chuan makes this choice today, will it be you who stands here with me!"
Yuan Shi's expression froze, and then his eyes dropped:
"Brother."
"Don't you believe we are brothers?" I asked back.
"Letter!" Tongtian said eagerly, "But brother, when you meet..."
"Hey." I sighed, interrupting Tongtian's follow-up words:
"Third brother, what do you think of the relationship between Junior Brother Baichuan and Junior Brother Fuxi? If he hasn't moved, what's the use of you? Don't cause trouble for others."
Somewhere in the ancient times, Zhunti led more than twenty bald heads to recite the Sutra of Saving People. There were tears in the corners of his eyes, but the corners of his mouth could not stop rising:
"Praise, Holy Lord Fuxi."
More than twenty bald heads echoed in unison:
"Praise, Holy Lord Fuxi."
The last Buzhoushan battlefield...
The giant holding up the sky appears again.
A stream of light fell from the sky, followed by endless starlight covering the sky.
The Lich’s Final Battle!
The stars in the sky suddenly exploded towards the sun, lunar sky, and the Ziwei Emperor Star hanging high in the nine heavens, bursting out with unprecedented power.
Shrouded in a sea of dazzling stars, endless power is condensed on the side of Buzhou Mountain.
Condensed and falling, thousands of stars fell into the Wu Clan.
An infinitely large roc soared toward the giant.
With a gust of wings, billions of strong winds sounded, and blood was scattered wherever it passed.
"Your Majesty!" Kunpeng's pupils shrank, and Emperor Jun's heart tightened when he saw him arriving at the battlefield.
"Roar!" The giant appeared, and an angry roar resounded throughout the world.
Most of the weak creatures were knocked unconscious by this sound, and a few... bled directly from their orifices and died suddenly on the spot.
The human race is also facing this huge crisis.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Kunpeng's endlessly large body was blasted away an unknown distance by this sound, and the peaks of Buzhou Mountain were collapsed one after another.
"His Majesty!!!"
Kunpeng flew upside down, and a cry of "Your Majesty" resounded throughout the world.
"Monsters! Follow me to form a formation!"