Tian Xiao had a second level of cultivation back then. Huwa had helped him to treat the hidden injuries left in his body. He stayed in the village all his life and died of illness at nearly a hundred years old. Weiwei was just an ordinary weak woman. After marrying Lingbao, especially after moving to Badu City, she lived a comfortable life, but she died of illness three years ago. She was just in her forties. She was not considered longevity, but she was not considered young in this era.
In fact, Lingbao has not returned to Baixi Village for more than 20 years, and his appearance has changed a lot. If he doesn't introduce himself, no one in the village will recognize him at a glance. Now, when Huwa mentioned the past, he learned that the villagers were practicing here to kill bandits and then married Vivi after the victory, as if yesterday.
Huwa said again: "Lingbao, go to the top of the tree to see Baixi Village today. I wonder what you feel?"
Lingbao flew on the tree crown and looked around silently. Suddenly, he felt blessed to his heart. He stood among the branches and leaves and knelt down to the master under the tree, and then sat upright in the tree crown and entered the state of concentration. Zhu Sanxian wondered, "What's wrong with Brother Senior?"
Huwa: "He is already in the state of dreams, so you and I don't have to disturb you. As a teacher, you can only follow the trend and enlighten the situation. Whether he can break through to the great cultivation depends on his opportunity."
Lingbao is the eldest disciple of Huwa. This time, Huwa summoned all the successors to gather together, but Lingbao found that his cultivation was not enough. Huang He, the ancient immortal, won’t talk about it. After all, he was a master with his cultivation, but even Xiao Yao Jigu had broken through the great cultivation level. He had been trapped in the fifth realm and nine transformations for many years, but he was unable to go further.
Lingbao is the general of the country of Ba. He has a high position and a powerful position, but what does it count in the eyes of his fellow disciples? He not only feels both embarrassing and sad, but also a little anxious. Huwa of course knew the disciple's thoughts, and also understood that the more Lingbao thought so, the more difficult it would be to break it. Instead, he would become heartbroken. So he called him to Baixi Village for half a year, and today he came to enlighten him.
In such a thing, the master has no way to ensure that his disciples can break through the great success of their cultivation, and can only enlighten them as they please.
Lingbao is nearly fifty years old. His foundation is good. His energy and spirit are still at its peak. However, if he is unable to break through the great cultivation level in a few years, it may be difficult to have any chance. Not everyone has the good luck of Shan Ye or Grandma Shui. But Hu Ba is also in a hurry. After many years of water flooding Ba Yuan, he found the best opportunity.
Zhu Sanxian looked at the tree crown and said enviously: "Does the master have the means to enlighten others to be able to enter a dream?"
Huwa nodded and said, "As long as my cultivation has reached the five realms and nine transformations, I always have the means to make him enter the state of dreaming, but this may not be a good thing. If the opportunity has not arrived and the state of mind has not been broken, I may never get rid of it if I indulge in the state of dreaming."
Zhu Sanxian: "Oh, so that's the case. Then I'd better get into it by myself, so there's no need for the help of the master." His cultivation level is the same as that of Lingbao, and now he is also perfect in the five realms and nine transformations.
Huwa smiled slightly: "Lingbao is also able to enter the state of dreaming. He suddenly had something to do, and then went into seclusion. He was the master and stayed here to protect the Dharma... Sanxian, you have been here for more than half a year. Have you ever returned to the village of the Shanbao clan to take a look?"
Zhu Sanxian: "I am different from Senior Brother Lingbao. I often go back to the villages when I have time these years. Recently, I have lived in the villages most of the time. Although the villages of the Shanbao tribe are not affected by floods, they have been raining and wet over the years. My tribesmen are often sick, so I will treat them."
Speaking of this, Zhu Sanxian suddenly seemed to remember something again and slapped his head: "If Senior Brother will not be able to break through the great cultivation level for a while, Master will have to stay here for a while. Can I bring someone to see you? This is also the blessing of that little boy!"
Huwa: "Little boy? OK, you can bring him now."
Hearing this, Zhu Sanxian jumped out of the wall, and his figure turned into a black wind under the moonlight and left the village. After crossing Baixi, he should have gone to the Shanbao village in the deep mountains. In less than an hour, Zhu Sanxian came back, holding a child in his hand. The child was fat, big head, black and fat, and at first glance he looked like a little piglet.
Of course, the child is not a real piglet, but a toddler of the Shanbao tribe. Zhu Sanxian has a good cultivation level. He travels through mountains and rivers like walking on flat ground, holding the child steadily all the way, and he also uses magic power to carefully protect him so that he will not be shocked by the cool breeze at night. The little boy is still sleeping soundly, subconsciously sucking the thumb of his right hand.
Huwa smiled and said, "Is this your son? What's his name?"
Zhu Sanxian laughed and said, "Master has such a good eye. You can tell at a glance that he is my son! This little boy was too thin when he was born, and I was afraid that he would not be able to support him. Now he looks quite strong, and his name is Zhu Baliang."
Huwa: "No wonder you often go back to the village. Do you even look down on so many beauties in Bayuan?
Zhu Sanxian: "I grew up in the Shanbao village. People all believe that fat heads are beauty, and more importantly, they can have children!" Zhu Sanxian is from a demon clan. The demon clan is not a demon cultivator. They are actually humans. The ancestors are demon kings in the realm of transformation and retain the original characteristics of the ancestor's original body, but they cannot intermarry with foreign tribes to reproduce offspring.
Huwa quipped: "Is it better to have to be fat-headed ****?"
Zhu Sanxian said embarrassedly: "That may not be."
Huwa nodded, pointed at the little pig Baliang in his sleep, and said meaningfully: "Well, your son may not think so in the future."
Zhu Sanxian: "It is also his blessing to let Master see you today. If he succeeds in his practice in the future, please give him blessings."
Huwa: "What kind of blessing do you want me to give him?"
Zhu Sanxian: "Can Master give him a magic weapon? I remember when I first met with Master, my master was beaten hard with a magic weapon stick. I was deeply impressed and envious."
Huwa smiled again and said, "Okay, I promise you. If he succeeds in his practice in the future, with today's fate, I will create a magical artifact for him." As he said that, he reached out and touched Zhu Baliang's forehead. Zhu Baliang used his arches to arch Huwa's palm, as if he was very comfortable.
Zhu Sanxian sent the child back to the village and returned. In the middle of the night, he ran back and forth in the deep mountains twice, but his face was not red, he was not angry, and he came and went like the wind. At dawn, when the sun shone on the tree canopy, Lingbao finally opened his eyes and fell to the ground. His vitality seemed to be different from last night, but he couldn't describe the difference, and there was a little frost on his temples.
Lingbao said nothing, but just leaned over to Huwa. Huwa smiled and said, "You have been in the state of meditation for many years and finally can be broken. Congratulations on breaking through the great cultivation level."
Zhu Sanxian also said on the side: "Congratulations to Senior Brother!"
...
Chongbogu looked at the water on the Taihang Mountains. Today's floods are no longer rolling down from the Western Wilderness Plateau in the distance, but they are raining continuously, and there are mountain torrents everywhere every year. Mountain torrents surge from high places nearby, and they always threaten those who have moved to high places. Building embankments and farms to deal with mountain torrents is also something that needs to be done every year.
The Taihang Mountains are only one of Chongbogu's nine-shaped divine clones. His original body is on Yushan outside Dongzhu City, looking at the ocean from afar. The rivers come west and eventually enter the ocean from east to east. However, the terrain and landform have been changed because of this flood. Many low-lying areas in the plains will leave permanent lakes. However, it is rainy, and those who move to high places will not be at peace.
The wet and rainy weather not only brings floods, but also causes the weak to suffer from cold in winter and can easily lead to plague epidemics in summer. The people have suffered for many years, and Chongbogu, who has been unable to control water for many years, also endured the grievances of the people in the world.
Chongbogu died when he raised his hand on Bayuan, but the inside story is unknown; but in the past nine years, due to the flood, countless people have died directly or indirectly. How could these people and their relatives not be resentful?
The ninth year is approaching, Chongbogu knows what will be waiting for him. Looking at Wangyang from afar, he not only feels a little lonely and helpless. A breeze blows, Chongbogu cannot help but be slightly stunned. A figure appears beside the Wangyang in the east. At first, he is as if silver threads are flashing. When the breeze blows, the visitor has already arrived.
It was seen that this person was a boy, wearing a silver silk feathered dress, with a pair of big sleeves hanging down, and holding a long bow in his hand. If the bow was raised, it would be almost taller than his body. Of course, Chongbogu knew this thing, and it was the magical bow that was once in Boyi's hand, but he did not know the person who appeared inexplicably.
Chongbogu bowed and said, "Where is the fairy boy?"
The visitor replied, "My name is Jumang."
This is completely an answer, and Chongbogu asked again: "Where is the divine bow in your hand?"
Jumang replied: "Give it a hand."
Bo Yi's divine bow is now collected in Pingyang, the imperial capital, and this thing can be obtained easily? Chongbo Gun sighed: "The invincible power lies in Bo Yi, not this bow... Since the fairy boy came here, is there something to ask Gun?"
Jumang: "I see your expression just now. Do you want to go to heaven?"
The question and answer conversation between the two was so jumpy that no one else could understand, and they didn't know what kind of immortal spirits contained. Chongbogu replied: "I have something to ask the Emperor of Heaven for advice, but the Xirang Divine Pearl has not been found, so I can't go to the Kunlun Immortal Realm; I want to go to the Nine Heavenly Immortal Realm to see Taihao, but I have not received guidance. In fact, even if I can go, I may not go."
After the True Immortal comes to the realm, he will return to the boundless mysterious ground, and the heaven and earth will also return all the things he left in the world. Chongbo Gun endured the grievances of all the people in the world. If he ascended at this time, his soul would not dissipate? Even if his soul would not dissipate, he would suffer severe damage. What was lost was his many insights in his life's practice.
Jumang: "What is Mr. Chongbo's concern? You might as well tell me."
Chongbogu: "All the people of the world think that I know my thoughts, but they don't know that I have something else to think about. They are just trying to ask the fairy boy for advice."
...
The fairy boy Ju Mang appeared again in the world. He walked away from the imperial capital Pingyang "shun" and went to Yushan to meet Chongbogu. He didn't know what they all said. A month later, Huwa rode a green cow to Yushan. Yushan was outside Dongzhu City, and Dongzhu City was not far from Pengcheng, the fief of Huwa, but the place where Huwa came was not close.
The tiger baby spread the green cows at the foot of the mountain, walked up to the not-high mountain, saluted to Chongbogu and said, "It turns out that you can see the vast ocean here, but you are not disturbed by floods."
Chongbogu returned the tribute and said, "Did the Tiger Lord come on the order of the Emperor?"
This title is quite interesting. Huwa is both the king of Fengxian and the Bojun of the Pengkeng tribe. Chongbogu said that he was just like Hujun. Huwa shook his head and said, "The emperor's order has nothing to do with me, and there should be someone else coming. Today I want to thank Lord Chongbogu, and I have two things to ask you."
Chongbogu: "What's the matter?"
Huwa: "I have found the person who shot that arrow at the enthronement ceremony of the King of Fengxian. Feng Meng, the descendant of Boyi, came to inform me. In addition, I would like to ask Lord Chongbo to help me."
Chongbo Gun: "I don't know what else Gun can do to Hujun?"
Huwa: "Try the medicine!" He took out a newly refined Nine-Turn Purple Golden Pill and handed it to Chongbogu. This magic pill has just appeared in the world, and no one has taken it yet. Even Huwa himself hasn't said it was a medicine test.
Chongbogu held the Nine-Turn Purple Gold Pill in his hand, and sighed for a moment, "I have not destroyed the immortal body because of an accident. My soul has not dispersed yet can be reconciled. Thank you for your kindness. This magic pill may be of great use to others, but it is useless to me."
Huwa: "I just want to ask Lord Chongbo to help test the medicine."
Chongbogu thought about it and nodded again, "Okay, I'll help this. A month ago, a fairy boy named Jumang came to me, and I also asked him for advice on his thoughts. He taught me a way, and Hu Jun came here today, so this method would be even better."
Huwa: "Oh, you saw the fairy boy Jumang? What are your worries? What has he taught you again?"
Chongbo Gun: "The emperor's envoy has arrived. I will take the divine pill first, otherwise it may not be too late. What else can happen in the world? Gun will explain it together."
Huwa: "Then you can take the divine pill first, and I will protect you."
...
Chongbogu took back the body of the immortals who had managed floods in various places. People from all over the world did not know the difference, but thought that Chongbogu himself had been by their side for many years. Chongbogu also gave an explanation when he left. The nine-year period for flood control was approaching, and he would reply to the emperor's order. People from all over the world thought that Chongbogu had gone to the imperial capital, but they did not know that he was in Yushan.
Lu finally had one arm. After arriving at Yushan by Yunshan, he sent the Yunshan and the two dragons away from a distance. He walked alone to the top of the mountain. He saw Chongbogu sitting upright with his eyes closed, his breath was mysterious and unpredictable, and Huwa was standing not far away.
Lu did not alarm Chongbogu in the end, but only said to Huwa with a divine thought: "The Immortal Lord Feng is here first, what is Lord Chongbo doing?"
Huwa: "I have newly refined the Nine-Turn Purple Golden Pill of the Immortal Family, please help me test the medicine."
Lu Zhong smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "These are two different things." I don't know what his meaning means.
The two waited on the spot for three days. Three days later, Chongbogu finally opened his eyes and stood up, and said to Huwa: "This divine pill is indeed mysterious. It can assist the true immortals in practicing various magical powers and have the miraculous effect of reshaping the immortal body. But the tiger king should also know that the body of the immortal family is the spirit, the body is the heart. If the body dissipates, the spirit will be destroyed, and if the heart disappears, the body will be dead.
Unless it is to deal with special circumstances such as trauma in the punishment of heaven, the protection of this divine pill is useless to the true immortals. The greater use is to assist in the cultivation. However, the use of the object is too rare and cannot be accepted by great blessings. The first person to surrender the divine pill is me, and I will be destroyed immediately. I wonder what future generations will feel when they find out?” (To be continued.)