Chapter 847 Yuxu finally leaves his name (Thanks to Yue Jianhei leader)
When Cangjie burned the "Yellow Emperor's Yin Fu Jing" that he had compiled and perfected onto the jade stone, the sky outside was already a little dark. When Cangjie opened the door, the Taoist was gone under the big tree.
, there are even fewer children coming and going.
"That's right...it's already dusk and the sun is approaching dusk..."
"It's already dusk."
"It's almost dusk..."
The old man murmured to himself.
He turned around and walked slowly to the table. The revised "Yellow Emperor's Yin Fu Jing" was placed on one side, and on the table, there were some chaotic and shapeless text chapters burned on the table. Cangjie coughed for a while,
Suddenly there was a realization.
Perhaps, the reason why that person demonstrated Taoism to himself was because he had already reached the end of his lifespan...
Will this weaken some kind of counterattack from heaven and earth?
Cangjie, one of the ancestors of humanities, was not a stupid person. The old man looked at the words on the table and suddenly had an impulse to keep this thing. If he saw the extremely brilliant beauty, how could he
Can you bear not to preserve these beautiful things for future generations?
The old man held the carving knife in his wrinkled hand, and relied on his last memory to re-integrate the words on the table. This is the original version, not the part he relayed. He tried to rely on memory to retell what the Taoist said.
explain.
boom!!!
Suddenly there was a roaring sound in the sky.
There was a thunder in the flat ground, rolling across thousands of miles. The old man was caught off guard. With a shake of his hand, the carving knife fell directly to the ground. There was a faint sound of whimpering from outside, and then along with the sound of thunder, there seemed to be something unprecedented.
The heavy rain is falling, hitting it!
The old man just felt that his room was like a boat on the rough waves.
There was a possibility of overturning at any time, and I felt the violent vibration of the window. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the cold wind that came in made the already dim light tremble violently, but in the end it stabilized. With the help of this stable light, the old man
Saw who was coming.
He was a handsome young man with curly hair. However, the curly hair hanging down his back was originally black, but now it was washed away by the rain. The black color receded, but it failed to return to its original white color. Instead, it turned into a red color.
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"Bai Ze? This is..."
Cangjie was at a loss.
Bai Ze shook his head violently, shaking all the water off his body like a big cat shaking off rainwater, and said: "What else could it be? I also want to ask you, Cangjie, what are you doing? How did you do this?
Big movement? So high that it seems like the heaven and earth are trying to kill you?"
"Heaven and earth will kill me? Hahahahaha, the old man is already about to die. How can there be such a big pomp?"
Bai Ze stopped talking, looked at the words the old man wanted to record and retell, and said:
"So, what are you writing? Tsk, I can't quite understand it."
"You don't know that it suddenly thundered and rained outside. The sky was still dusk-colored, but the rain was red, as if it was bleeding. Don't say it has nothing to do with what you wrote."
Cangjie asked curiously: "Then if you don't hide, what are you doing here?"
"Me? Of course I'm here to have a drink with you?"
"Let me tell you, hahaha, this is the wine that Du Kang personally brewed back then. It has been stored for so many years and it tastes great." Bai Ze looked proud and confused, and Cangjie couldn't help laughing.
He moved a chair and chatted with Bai Ze while writing the text himself.
"This book... I may finally get rid of you, Aze."
"Just hide it, hide it in famous mountains and rivers, and wait for others to discover it later."
"Don't look at it either... Hehe, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but I am a dying person and I have some sense. If you look at this thing, I'm afraid you will be seriously injured..."
Cangjie was talking nonchalantly, and Bai Ze responded intermittently.
Instead, he talked about the recent lively events in Xuanyuan Qiu, such as a husband and wife had a quarrel, and the man was so beaten by his wife that he couldn't get out of bed, and there were a lot of delicious food there. Cangjie smiled and said:
"Xuanyuan Qiu...it's great to have a bear tribe..."
"Aze, tell me, how long can Xuanyuan Qiu and the Yanhuang lineage last?"
"Will it always be there?"
Bai Ze's voice paused and finally said: "I don't know..."
"Besides, wouldn't it be nice if you went to see things like this yourself?"
"Ask, I don't know everything."
Cangjie laughed loudly, then drank and stayed quiet for a long time, saying: "I just saw that the old tree outside that we planted has grown so tall. Unfortunately, when the sun sets, it always
Do you think this tree will slowly wither?"
Bai Ze quietly replied: "It will wither..."
"But when it withers, it will have seeds that go with the wind, and it will grow into two, three, four, many, many trees, even large tracts of forest. And the forest that will be so lush in the future will not matter in the end.
Wherever they go, they all come from here, from the tree planted by you in Xuanyuan Qiu."
"So even if there is no Xuanyuan Qiu in the future, what you have done is by no means in vain."
"...Really?" the old man said with a smile:
"That's really, really great..."
"Then the future scenery needs your help, Lao Aze."
Bai Ze said nothing.
Cang Jie smiled again and said: "But you will leave here, right? In the first period of time for us, you told us how to restrain the demons, beasts and even the gods, which is equivalent to making enemies with the gods.
Now...they won't let you go."
The scribe with white hair curled back narrowed his eyes and said: "...Don't misunderstand me."
"I just felt that the human race could not protect me without you, so I left."
"Hahaha, really?"
Wenzu Cangjie laughed and said: "I thought it was because if you were here, the gods who had hatred against you would come to avenge us because we all died, which would bring disaster to the human race. I might as well leave by myself to avoid causing disasters."
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"After all, if the human race protected you at that time, there would be a big disaster and countless casualties."
"If I don't protect you, I will leave such a huge unjust reputation."
Bai Ze became angry from shame and said:
"Drink your wine. Can't even the wine Du Kang brewed by himself stop your mouth?!"
The old man drank with a smile and wrote while drunk. Finally, he left a short letter on the jade book that recorded the first Daozang, and then wrote the name of the Daozang at the front - it was so faint that it was hard to see.
Therefore, it is called Yin; it combines wonderfully with the Great Dao and is called Fu. This is the Yellow Emperor's Yin Fu Sutra.
Originating from Yuxu, it is named after it; it is called Dharma because it is mysterious and mysterious.
Therefore, it is called - "Yuxu Zhengfa"!
Before the end of his life, he saw a white-haired Taoist talking about heaven, earth, Tao, and people, so he got it.
The Taoist does not know his name and calls himself an ancient Qi refiner, but I call him Yixu.
The old man carved the last stroke, and under his drunkenness, handed the sealed Yuxu Zhengfa to Bai Ze, drank a glass, and sighed with a smile: "Dukang's wine is indeed the best in the world. Fortunately, I came out of the tribe in this life. Fortunately, you didn't stay there to be my Cang Wang."
"Otherwise, if I couldn't meet you, how regretful my life would be..."
The old man laughed and fell asleep drunk.
Bai Ze didn't even look at the contents of the jade book. He just drank one cup after another. Finally, the wine jar was empty. He turned the wine jar upside down and shook it. When he saw that there was no drop of wine left, a look of sadness appeared in his eyes. Said to himself:
"The wine Du Kang personally brewed, I haven't tasted this taste in thirty years..."
"Du Kang, Du Kang."
"Since your death, I have only drank one cup of the wine you brewed yourself. One cup is missing."
He looked at the old man over there who seemed to be drunk and fell asleep, and said nothing.
He put away the jade book, stood up and walked out. He pushed the door open with both hands. There was a strong wind outside and a bloody dusk. Personalized demons and monsters were naturally born between the heaven and the earth. It seemed that they wanted to prevent the birth of something and the person who wrote this thing. The old man tears and shatters, corrects and obliterates.
But they couldn't get close to the house, because when they wanted to come over before, Bai Ze also appeared at the door. The scribe with white hair hanging down narrowed his eyes, looking at the backlash of heaven and earth that he could only perceive, his eyes Opening slightly, his pupils emitted a golden cold light in the night.
Flicking his sleeves, the strong wind in his sleeves shattered the rain, and he shouted indifferently: "Get out!!!"
The majestic air waves overflowed.
The blood-colored rainwater solidified in the air, and then suddenly dispersed in all directions, and even the transformed ghosts and gods screamed and howled before disappearing -
Bai Ze, keep away all evil spirits and be afraid of ghosts and gods!
It is the leader of all beasts.
The blood rain and thunder in the sky disappeared, and the light of dusk was quite gentle. Bai Ze put away the jade book and pressed his hands on the door. The old man lay on the table. The lights next to him finally went out. The old man murmured in his mouth. One by one:
It was as if when he was young, the boy with double pupils raised his head and saw the young people who gathered in Xuanyuan Qiu again. The young man in his memory walked forward with a smile, while the old man's murmuring voice gradually disappeared and disappeared.
The scribe with white hair spread out slowly closed the door, and the light of the setting sun flowed in through the gap in the door.
Bai Ze said softly:
"Cangjie writes a book, rains blood from the sky, and cries at night, marking the end of his life..."
"Is it enough?"
"That's enough..."
The white-haired old man quietly closed his eyes and stopped answering.
With a creaking sound, the wooden door closed, and the last ray of light disappeared. The white-haired scribe was drunk and singing. He took the unborn "Yuxu Zhengfa" and walked away. In the room behind him, the carving knife in the old man's hand fell on the On the ground.
It turned out to be a carving knife that carved countless words.
In the end, there was only a soft sound no heavier than a sigh.
Cangjie died in the forty-second year of Emperor Cang's calendar.
(Yiyou, 4596 BC)
He died at the age of seventy-one.
————"China·Modern Classics", "Zen Tongji"
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