Volume 2: The Great Tribulation of the Lich Chapter 313 Waiting
"Xu, with faith, light and prosperity, steadfastness and good fortune, is beneficial for crossing a great river."
The young man in Zhongshan looked at the hexagram with a hint of joy on his face.
Taoist Taiyi on the side glanced at him and nodded secretly, "He does have some talent."
What Taiyi taught Longma Tianlu was the second in command's specialty - the art of divination and numerology, which was an extension of the innate Bagua. The other extension was naturally the formation of formations.
This hexagram is a variation of Qian and Kan, with Kan on top and Qian on the bottom. Kan represents clouds and water, meaning danger and trap; Qian represents the sky, meaning strength and vigor.
When you encounter danger, you should be prudent and not act rashly. Watch the situation and wait for changes, and you will be lucky.
So, to summarize the interpretation of this hexagram, it means "wait a little longer."
Perhaps because the years in the ancient times were extremely long, most of the creatures in the ancient times had a calm attitude. If a peaceful period appeared at this time, many people would rather choose to wait.
Heaven is waiting.
After the war between wizards and liches, the emperors of heaven chose to go into seclusion.
The Emperor of Heaven, the Demon Master, and Emperor Xi, the three men standing at the pinnacle of power in Heaven, used the sky as their plate and the stars as their pieces, and played game after game of chess on the observatory.
As for Donghuang Taiyi, he was not in the Heavenly Palace. He took the Chaos Bell and went out of the sky. No one knew what he was doing there. They just thought he was in seclusion.
After the war, the gate of the Queen Wa Palace has never been opened. If anyone comes here, they will be surprised to find that the small palace has been transformed into a boundless and infinite world by the peerless man in red.
Creation is flourishing here!
Of course, the Heavenly Palace that chooses to wait will naturally not let everything stand still.
Although Chang Xi and Xihe often go into seclusion, they take turns to go to the main heavenly palace for a period of time every 30,000 years to take charge of all matters of the heavenly court and even the demon clan.
From then on, Heaven officially entered the era when the Sun and Moon Queens were in power.
It is worth mentioning that the ten princes of the demon clan officially moved into Tanggu and took on the responsibility of controlling the sun. Every day, they carried the sun up from Tanggu and brought light to all living beings. It is precisely because of this that they truly obtained the authority of the sun and were recognized by all living beings.
As one of the most famous think tanks in Heaven, Bai Ze has become almost the most tired person in the entire Heaven. Even though he has developed 3,600 bodies, he is still overwhelmed by the many affairs of Heaven.
To this end, he specially wrote a letter to the Queen Mother, screening various major races known for their wisdom, such as Tushan and Qingqiu, and promoted the talented people within their races to work in the Heavenly Court.
Power is valuable, but luck is more valuable. If it is for the sake of life, both can be abandoned.
Bai Ze thought it would be better for him to take a break.
Since the demon race is a collective concept, it is composed of many races, and unlike the witch race, it has a single bloodline and is easy to manage. The demon race develops too fast, which is destined to have many internal conflicts. These edges and corners will take time to smooth out.
Therefore, the demon tribe put a lot of effort into settling down. In the past 70,000 years, except for minor frictions, the demon tribe has not had even a local conflict with the witch tribe.
If the demon clan does not move, the witch clan will naturally not move either.
The witches who fought against heaven and earth were not afraid of death. They believed that after their lives faded, they would return to the embrace of the Father God Pangu. Therefore, the witch tribe regarded death as returning home.
However, in the last war, the witch tribe suffered countless casualties, and the twelve witch ancestors sealed themselves in the Pangu Hall to comprehend the Pangu Dao. Without the orders of the witch ancestors, the major tribes were busy recovering their vitality under the instructions of their leaders.
The witches and demons are quiet, and the world is at peace.
As the giants that ruled the world in this era, the two races of witches and liches chose to lick their wounds while waiting, and the primitive land ushered in a long period of stability. All living creatures multiplied and thrived, allowing the infinite mountains and rivers that were damaged by the war to regain vitality.
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The liches are waiting, and the saints are waiting too.
The Three Pure Ones are waiting. They have been practicing Taoism for hundreds of thousands of years, and have been waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to achieve enlightenment.
The Guide from the West is waiting. He is waiting for a flower to bloom, and then waiting for a cicada to sing. When the flower blooms and the cicada sings, his way will become clear.
Zhunti is waiting, with a smile on his face. During the long years, he has been waiting for one predestined person after another, and has created a fate for them, a fate for all living beings.
The bond between all living beings naturally comes from all living beings, so Zhunti's footprints are all over the prehistoric world. Whether it is the East China Sea or the South China Sea, whether it is the North Sea or the West Wilderness, his figure can be seen.
Even Zhunti from the underworld went there.
He said he was going to visit Jizo...
"Saint, you are not within this path, so you'd better leave early." The face of Emperor Fengdu was a little dark.
Especially when he saw Zhunti preaching to the ghosts and immortals in the underworld, he felt terrible.
I really don’t understand why Zhunti came to the underworld, but I have to send this great god away anyway.
As a future saint of heaven, Zhunti could clearly feel the rejection from the underground tunnel, but he didn't care at all.
Because, the underworld has an owner but the tunnels are ownerless, and the ownerless tunnels can do nothing to him, a saint in the past.
Looking at the Fengdu Emperor who was staring at him all the time, he smiled and said, "I came here only to find someone with whom I have a predestined relationship and pass on the Dharma. The Emperor doesn't have to keep staring at me."
The Emperor of Fengdu said with a fake smile: "Saint, you are joking. My underworld is really not a place to stay for long. Please go back."
After saying this, he took out the Ghost Immortal Strategy and shook it, and the ghosts who were listening to him immediately swarmed away.
Zhunti Taoist still smiled and nodded, "In that case, I will not stay any longer. But before I leave, I will go look for my disciple Ksitigarbha. The Great Emperor will not stop me, right?"
"Saint, please do as you please!"
The Emperor of Fengdu no longer stopped him.
The immortal volcano in the south of the sky.
Mingyu was also slightly stunned when she received the message from Emperor Fengdu.
Immediately he thought of a word: whim.
The two had sent Dizang to the underworld long ago. Perhaps they realized that the tunnel was about to change, so they took this opportunity to go and see it for themselves, to see the underworld and the tunnel.
He cares about all living beings , and the ghosts in the underworld also belong to the category of living beings, so he will naturally not let them go. What's more, the theory of reincarnation also occupies an important position in the doctrines of future Western religions.
"A grand ambition? Unfortunately, I have already made my move in advance. No matter what, I have to abide by the rules of the underworld!" Mingyu's eyes flickered.
Hou Tu transformed into reincarnation, completed the tunnel, and entered the underworld. This will never change.
Until then, just wait.
