Chapter 7 of the Dao of the Prehistoric Song Dynasty: 146147 Houtu Rebirth (Part 2)

Love is that thing. Everyone knows it in their hearts. Of course, there is no need to speak clearly. Instead, it is not beautiful.

Nuwa did not hide it. She told Zhang Bairen about the fortune she had just checked the sky. She sighed and said, "The world is difficult. How difficult is the way. The Tao also knows the reason but not the reason."

Zhang Bairen was shocked when he heard this and said, "Even the Empress is helpless. Could it be that I will destroy my human race and my heavenly court all day long?"

"It has only been a few hundred years since the founding of God. Moreover, the human race is a people of ants. The cause and effect are all retribution in the past and present lives. It is inseparable from the heaven and the great way. How can luck be gone like this?" Nuwa looked at the direction of the Tao Hongjun Zixiao Palace and shook her head.

Zhang Bairen lowered his head and pondered for a moment. Suddenly he raised his head and bowed to Xuanmu Island and said, "The Good Queen knows that Zhang Bairen has been appointed as the lord of the Heavenly Court by the Holy Father Taoist Master Xuanmu three hundred years ago. Now he and the human race have long been prosperous and both rich and both rich and damaged."

"Now the witch clan Da Xingtian and Jiufeng came down to the earth. They wanted to provoke a war in my heavenly court and unify the three realms. My heavenly court dared not not respond." Then he said. Zhang Bairen pointed to the Beijuluzhou from afar and said with a sigh: "But look at my heavenly court. Only I can fight the Xingtian Jiufeng. Therefore, I will do the destruction and destruction of the boats. Go down to the earth to fight the witch clan."

Zhang Bairen was in office for a long time, Yan Risheng said this. There was a faint sound of wind and thunder. It seemed that he had returned to the previous two times when he was on the Fengshen Platform. He held the emperor's list and pointed all over the people.

"You are a bit similar to that Mu Taoist. You are a little responsible when you are not visible on weekdays." Nuwa's Zhang Bairen's expression, whose eyes were still a little anxious lit up. Then she wanted to say that she was the saint. In this way, she praised Li Song so much in front of outsiders, but she was inappropriate in her face. "Heaven moves. A gentleman strives for self-improvement. Since you are determined, I am very pleased."

After a pause, Nuwa called him to come and said, "Your world of life is not yet complete and you should go to the realm you should go to again after you have experienced it and go with the Emperor Bai Ninja."

With his current cultivation level, even if the two great witches Xing Tian Jiufeng fight one-on-one, they can have the power of fighting and have such strong help. How could Zhang Bairen not be happy? He hurriedly thanked Nuwa with Bai Suzhen.

Let’s talk about the evil spirits of the three realms of the underworld in the underworld. All the evil spirits of the sky gathered on the blood mist. Slowly, the outline of the blood mist became clearer and the color gradually turned black and white.

Li Song stared at the blood mist with his eyes. He refused to miss any gap. Li Song seemed to have returned to the scene billions of years ago.

It was a blood-red sea. A woman was sitting on the shore. She was wearing a white dress and floating in a white dress. She felt like the nine-day fairy went straight to the mortal world. She said to herself, who had just emerged from the sea of ​​blood, and said, "Who are you? Why are you in the sea of ​​blood? What are you playing in it?"

In the long river of billions of years, the short century of my life with a woman is nothing more than a silence of water and a shocking shadow. But it is just this short century that has become a memory hidden in the deepest part of my heart.

A sudden sound of the sky rumbled through the three realms of the sky, as if it was directly splitting the void. At this time, a colorful ray of light flew over the sky, stretching endlessly, wrapped around the blood mist, and was sucked by the blood mist|.

A feeling of incomparable familiarity came. Li Songji moved and suddenly appeared. In the colorful glow, there was an opportunity to become a saint in Hongmeng purple aura.

There are seven purple qi in Hongmeng. Three qi in Zhunti Nuwa and Kong Xuan each occupy one saint. Later, after Zhunti was massacred by Li Song, the purple qi in Zhunti was unknown. Unexpectedly, he helped Houtu rebirth today and came out again.

As soon as the Hongmeng purple aura was received, it suddenly shot out thousands of rays of light. The seal lit up the three realms of the sky. Immediately afterwards, the sky was filled with fairy music floating in the mist. Houtu had become a saint.

All sentient beings in the three realms bow down and perform the rituals of the saints. They shouted in their mouths: "Worship the saints of Houtu. The saints live with each other and shine with the sun and the moon." After the rituals bow down and then continue the rituals of three kneelings and nine kowtows.

All beings worship the saint of Houtu. However, each of them is pious from the heart. To say that Nuwa becomes a saint, it only benefits the human family. The Three Pure Ones lead Cunti Kong Xuan to become a saint. It is even more to educate the human race. Only this saint of Houtu becomes a six-path reincarnation. The souls of sentient beings are reborn in peace and rest. The cause and effect are endless in life. They are exempted from the death of sentient beings to become the lonely ghost. The souls are tortured by the Netherworld Blood Sea.

It can be said that Houtu becomes a saint because of becoming a saint for all living beings. It is truly an immeasurable merit.

The blood mist finally dissipated. Houtu was still the same as before. He was wearing a white skirt. As promised, the dark scars on Meishan were pressed lightly. At the moment when Houtu was born, the dark prison, which was always dark and dead, seemed to be completely shining in by the sunlight. It became extremely brilliant and full of vitality.

He stared at Li Song without blinking.

Song suddenly felt an urge to move forward, but in Houtu's silence, he stopped in front of the Qiushui of Houtu.

The two of them are no longer Li Song and Houtu who fought with the Styx in the Netherworld Blood Sea. Their identities are too much. And the Styx Ancestor who was beaten by the two of them later became his own ally. Later, there was no - later. Because the Styx Ancestor has disappeared.

Things in the world are impermanent. Perhaps, I will fight with Houtu in the future. When Li Song thought of this, he looked at Houtu and felt a burst of heartache.

Song tried hard to drive away what was in his mind. After all, Li Song was still lazy to care about everything. He gritted his teeth and walked forward.

When Houtu saw Li Song coming over, he still didn't move, but his whole body was trembling slightly. Seeing that Li Song was about to walk to Houtu and stared at Houtu.

At this moment, the time in the three realms of heaven was still. Houtu sighed and slowly closed his eyes. Li Song reached out and was about to pull Houtu over and hug him into his arms.

"Wu Shisan led the witch clan members to welcome the birth of Houtu ancestor witches and worship the saint of Houtu. Father Pangu blesses my witch clan and live with the same life as the sun and the moon." At this moment, a loud voice in the distance was remembered. Then a black shadow appeared in front of Li Song and Houtu and knelt down.

Hou Tu suddenly woke up, opened his eyes and took a few steps back, but he couldn't see what expression it was on his face.

Houtu ignored Wu Shisan. The group of witches who were kneeling on the knees looked at him. But they saw that all the witches looked at him with enthusiasm.

"Houtu Ancestor Witch." Suddenly, a broken-armed witch man saw Houtu looking at him, he could no longer help. He called Houtu and crawled on him, like a child who was deeply wronged and cried loudly.

The witch man recognized by Houtu was a disciple of Jiang Zuwu, the emperor of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, who followed the Twelve Ancestor Witches to fight in the desert and fought many warfare. This arm was broken at that time.

The man doesn't cry easily but has not reached the sad place. The warriors of the Witch Clan are extremely strong and never blinked in front of the sea of ​​swords and fire. But at this moment, the warriors of the Witch Clan are all crying.

Hou Tu's eyes finally got wet. He slowly walked to the witches and helped them up one by one.

Before Wu Shisan came to the Netherworld Prison, he saw the witches respect Houtu and forgot himself. He still felt a little unhappy in his heart. But the witches looked so in this moment. That unhappiness disappeared without a trace. He only sighed in his heart.

The people in the Witch Clan are all derived from the blood of the Twelve Witches. For the people in the Witch Clan, the Twelve Ancestor Witches are not only the leaders, but also the parents and elders of the witches. Although they also have the blood of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, they have become saints. However, in the hearts of the Witches, they are only the descendants of the Twelve Ancestor Witches. The affection for the elders does not exist.

Today's witch clan scholar, Beijuluzhou, seems to have been abandoned. He has endured for too long and suppressed for too long. He has slowly lost himself. Only the emergence of the ancestor witch can the witches appear. It turns out that someone remembers himself.

The Witch Clan is an ancient race. The Twelve Ancestor Witches. What a great name it is.

I, Wu Shisan, must restore the glory of my witch clan. I will no longer let the warriors of my witch clan cry. Wu Shisan clenched his fists and gave him a firm belief in his heart.

Houtu finally helped all the witch warriors up. However, he saw Li Song who was standing beside him. A sad flashed across his face. Houtu walked to Li Song in a hurry and bowed and said, "Houtu thanked Taoist Master Away for his great kindness."

The tone was plain and simple. Imitate the water from the ancient well. There was no wave of excitement.

From now on, cause and effect are both human beings. Li Song felt like he was torn apart in his heart. A pain that had not been seen in billions of years surged into his heart. However, he saw Houtu's hot eyes.

Perhaps, before I came to the Netherworld Prison to rebirth Houtu, I should have thought of the current ending.

Song sighed, as if he was about to drain all his strength. He said, "I was grateful to fellow Taoists in the past. Today is just a coincidence."

Song no longer wants to stay in the prison of reincarnation for a moment. He turned around and wanted to leave.

Two more figures flew over the sky. One man and the other knelt straight in front of Houtu and burst into tears. The man was very heroic and brave. He was carrying a longbow on his back. The woman was holding a red hydrangea in her hand. However, the two of them had a slightly pale face, as if they had just recovered from a serious illness.

Needless to say, these two people are the fourth and fifth disciples under Xuanmu Island. The great wizard Houyi, who is the treasure of Pangu Bow, the witch clan, and the Yue Lao Chang'e, who is the marriage of the world.

Houyi and Chang'e were seriously injured by the Buddha of the Western Heaven in the Song and Jin tribulation. They have been in seclusion in Taiwan for hundreds of years and have not been completely cured until now. But today, Houtu's ancestor witch was reborn. Houyi, a descendant of Houtu, naturally knew that the two of them broke through the barrier and rushed over.

When Wu Shisan saw Houyi and the others came, they were overjoyed. Wu Shisan's ability, naturally, Li Song wanted to reborn Houtu Wu. I am afraid that from today on, the clan and Xuanmu Island will no longer have the friendship of the past. There are only a pair of enemies fighting for the three realms of heaven.

In the past, I had to face the two saints, Li Song and Kong Xuan. Although I had the confidence to be invincible, I was extremely worried after all. What's more, there was a big quasi-saint in Xuanmu Island. Now it's fine. Houtu became a saint. There are already two saints in the clan. Even if I face the Taoist Three Pure Land, I still have the power of fighting.

Houyi and Chang'e and the others saw Houtu emerge, but they could not return to Xuanmu Island. As one goes up and down, the witch clan's chances of winning are naturally great.

Wu Shisan glanced at Li Song, but saw that Li Song had no expression on his face. Wu Shisan didn't care much. He stepped forward and said, "Congratulations to Houtu Ancestor Witch and Houyi's Great Witch for reunion. Now the Ancestor Witch is reborn and my witch tribe is finally revived."

Wu Shisan's words also have the intention. Wu Shisan knows the causal entanglement between Houtu and Li Song. People care about Gan Wu's love before the arrival of the people reflects Wu Shisan's guess. Houyi Chang'e is a disciple of Li Song. She has always respected Song very much. She is only destined to be separated from Xuanmu Island by the three people.

The revival of the witch clan naturally follows the bones of the human race. Wu Shisan has a requirement and the intention of expressing his opinion in front of the witches.

Houtu paused, but it seemed as if he had never heard Wu Shisan's words. He just lowered his head and looked at Houyi who was kneeling on his knees with relief. He stroked Houyi's head for a long time.

Houtu helped Houyi and Chang'e up. He slowly turned his back and no longer faced the witch crowd. Instead, he stared at the Naihe Bridge on the Forgetful River.

The water of the Wangchuan River is endless. The Naihe Bridge, which has broken the Asura Path, crosses the Wangchuan River alone. It is lonely and deserted.

I thought my life had stopped after the encounter by the sea of ​​blood millions of years ago. There was no more in the world, and there was only the old Meng Po who had been boiling the water of love.

Who had ever expected that the person I met again gave me another life? Could it be that I would lead my clan members to betrayal and fight that man to the death? Should I watch my clan members in a state of doom?

Houtu felt an inexplicable pain in his heart and was struck into a dead knot. It was an ununsolved dead knot.

If I had a choice, I would rather not come to this world again. "Puchi". A mouthful of red blood overflowed from Houtu's mouth. Drop by drop on the Three Lives Stone under Houtu's body, but suddenly disappeared.

"Ancestral Witch." Seeing Houtu like this, all the witches were so heartbroken.

But when Houtu ignored the witches of the congregation, he said nothing, he walked towards the Naihe Bridge step by step with heavy steps.

The road to the underworld is hard to walk, and the Naihe Bridge is sad. People know this truth. Because once the road to the underworld is passed, the Naihe Bridge cuts off everything in this life. I can only look back at Wangxiangtai and look forward to the next life.

Houtu's back is lonely and sad. Houtu's footsteps are staggering and difficult. Step by step, it is a little bit of rest. However, it is getting farther and farther away. It will soon disappear at the end of the Naihe Bridge.

"Houtu Ancestral Witch." A witch crowd knelt down again.

Houtu's figure flashed, as if it would fall down at any time, but it did not fall down in the end. Continue to look forward. A gust of cold wind blew, and Houtu was gone.

Li Song shook his head, his whole body was extremely heavy, and his eyes swept across the standing beside him

||San and a group of witches who were crying and ignored them and raised their feet.

"Teacher." However, Yi Chang'e and his two bowed to Li Song. The two lowered their heads, with a little despair in their expressions.

"Get up." Li Song sighed. Houtu is like this and Houyi is like this. Li Song said sutralessly: "After all, you and my master and disciple are together. Let's go. I won't blame you for being a teacher."

Houyi and Chang'e's tears instantly turned red again when they heard this. However, the two of them didn't say anything. They just nodded heavily. Then they kowtowed to Li Song with a "dongdongdongdongdongdongdong".

Song stood in front of the two of them and kept silent about their three kneelings and nine kowtows. Li Song knew that now, his fate with Houyi and Chang'e had ended.

Houyi and Chang'e were already covered in blood and blood on their foreheads. They dripped down their cheeks to their love. I don't know if it was blood or tears. The two kowtowed were even more bloody.

Houyi, Chang'e and Li Song gave a big gift. They were also dissatisfied. The two walked side by side, stepped on the road of the underworld, stepped on the Naihe Bridge, and looked for the shadows of the disappearing Houtu.

Perhaps from now on, there will be no more Houtu Houyi and Chang'e in the world.

Song felt no longer worried. His eyes swept over Wu and a group of witches. Wu Shisan's eyes were drooping and did not look at Li Song. However, the group of witches showed shame on their faces.

Song snorted coldly, flew and flew. Between a blue light, the figure had disappeared.

Speaking of which, after Zhang Bairen said goodbye to Nuwa and returned to the Heavenly Court, he told the immortals of the Heavenly Court about everything. Now Zhang Bairen's position in the Heavenly Court has stabilized. Furthermore, the witch clan is pressing against each other. The immortals of the Heavenly Court also feel their lips and teeth are heartbroken and feel sad. They will help them with all their strength.

Zhang Bairen then left the barefoot immortal in the Heavenly Court to preside over the Great. He and Bai Suzhen, the monkey king, turned into a rainbow and flew into the lower world.

On that day, the wind and clouds rose above the bright blue sky. The moon was actually competing for light. When the people in the right world were all looking up, the sky suddenly felt strange fragrance and the fairy music was floating. The colorful lotus flowers were sprinkling down, which made people feel inexplicably happy.

At this time, a colorful glow poured down from the thirty-level Heavenly Palace. A huge staircase was paved. The staircase showed five layers - nine levels.

It seemed that someone was walking up the stairs. Everyone was stunned for a moment. They rubbed their eyes hard, but they couldn't see clearly. They only knew that there were four figures. There were a man and a woman in front of them. The man was wearing a dragon robe and a woman with a phoenix crown, behind the head, there were two generals of golden armor.

When the four figures were about to reach the end of the ladder, they saw the four people bowed their hands together and bowed to the void first and then bowed to the east.

The four figures finished worshiping. Suddenly, they heard a colorful cloud of light rising from the sky. In the colorful clouds, a golden three-inch square seal appeared clearly. The square seal became bigger and bigger. Suddenly, a sound passed. The square seal suddenly shone brightly. A clear dragon roar resounded throughout the three realms of the sky. It had turned into nine nine-clawed golden dragons.
To be continued...