Zhao Ge: 153. Baidi falls away
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Tianji Valley, who claims to be "black and white, look out of the way, why don't you ask the heavens when you're in trouble" finally got involved with these things.
However, it's not surprising. As one of the Eight Immortal Sects, Tianji Valley itself is in black and white. Since it is in black and white, how can it stay out of the matter?
In other words, because of the ability to calculate the secret, the secrets of Tianji Valley are absolutely amazing. The people of Tianji Valley, wearing cloaks and hats, appeared in the blue morning light, or left in the deep night. They were originally part of this game of chess.
It’s just that what can be calculated is a secret, what can’t be calculated is right or wrong.
Asa led the Buyik people into the temple.
The black city is already on fire, and the Buyik tribe has tears on their faces because of the realization of their long-cherished wishes.
How long has it been?
How long have they been wandering in the great desert of Krazhuoma? During night and day, how many alternates, they trek in the boundless sand, just to find the legendary homeland. From generation to generation, from birth, parents and elders will tell them the legends of their ancestors.
The long narrative poems circulating in the Great Desert of Krazhuoma are the oracles that each of them can recite from beginning to end.
That is their history, their glory.
The white-haired Buyik elder fell in the wind and sand. The parents of the mature age took the bone knives in their hands, and the young children followed behind their parents. In their ears are the camel bells that have rang clearly for hundreds of thousands of years.
——From generation to generation, this is all the memories of all Buyik people.
It is also their belief.
Now, what they believed in finally unfolded before them.
Chi Yan was rolled up, and where the Buyik people walked, the black temple lit up with brilliant fire. The volcanic fire is attached to the magnificent ancient murals. The murals depict scenes before the era-Namu's throne is suspended in the sky, and the creatures between heaven and earth surrender under Namu's divine power.
In the flames, these pictures are so brilliant.
They were born here.
——But seeing the fire of red flames rise in the abyss, the sky and the ground, Namu, who rules the kingdom of death, was born in the red flames.
Dottana is holding the bone knife. She looks at the temple that is slowly burning and gradually becoming glorious from the darkness. It feels like everything is like a dream-is it finally realized?
Are they finally going to get back their former glory?
The raging wave of emotions swept over, and Dotana seemed to ring the camel bells day after day. She remembered the long yellow sand that she had witnessed since she was born, and remembered the Buyke family being The Jintang dynasty chased and killed like a wild wolf that flees in a mess.
Now this is all over.
They will awaken the Namu who protects them, and they will become the most glorious clan in Kradroma.
With moist eyes, Dotana almost choked and whispered to Amu next to him: "Amu, we...we...we are back."
She didn't get an answer.
Dottana turned her head, Amu, who was also burning with flames, looked straight ahead, the flames enveloping each of them. Dotana couldn't see the look on her face, thinking that Amu was too excited.
She stretched out her hand, trying to hold Amu's hand.
However, at this time, they had already reached the front hall of the temple.
The temple occupies a vast area, and the front hall is huge, with the remains of giants.
In the front hall of the temple, an ancient, black as iron giant tree stands in the middle. The giant branches are entwined like a horned dragon and are as dark as iron. It is like metal, but also like a sacred tree directly from the black rock. In the main hall of the temple of Namu King City, there is nothing else but a towering giant tree.
But it is enough.
The flame has been ignited in the temple, and the main hall is glorious, and in this splendor, the giant tree is already dark.
The flame did not ignite on the giant tree.
This is a sacred sycamore tree that makes people tremble and awe.
The horned dragon-like branches, without a leaf, give a sense of loftyness. Each branch contains an aura of terror. Where is a tree? This is clearly an ancient miracle left over from tens of thousands of epochs. The ancient dragon's soul was silent in the deep darkness, and its roots were deep through the thick rock, hanging down to the roaring black water under the royal city.
The Buyik people, led by Asa, bowed down religiously under the huge dark ancient wood-compared with the ancient wood, they are like ants.
In the belief of the Buyik people, after death, the soul will be taken away by the army of Zangmu and returned to the kingdom of death in Namu. In the kingdom of death, the soul will be absorbed by the sacred tree.
Their ancestors, so countless souls lived in this towering giant tree.
Soul and soul, who is Shuer? The dead return, the living are sad!
But at this moment, Buyik's people are no longer sad.
Because they have come to the return of the soul.
Their ancestors, their parents, all their dead brothers and sisters...are with them.
"Namu's fire burns time, Namu's will has come from ancient times, Namu's people have returned to their homeland, and all the glory that has passed will return one by one."
I don't know who it is, the first voice uttered hoarsely the words that they regarded as faith. Moments ago, the low chanting echoed in the fire.
Knocking, bowing, then bowing again.
They cast their excited eyes on Asa at the front.
The gray-haired Asa stood up tremblingly, his gaze flicked across the faces of the Buyik people, as if to remember everyone's face deeply in his mind. Asa was already very old, his hand holding the bone stick trembling slightly, his face was sad in the firelight.
"The people of Nahm--"
Amidst the fierce flames and the crackling fire, Asa's voice was low.
He led Buyk's tribe to wander in the desert of Karadroma for so long, and now everything is about to end.
"Our ancestors died on the way to search, our brothers and sisters were buried in the yellow sand searching for their homeland, and now we have finally returned."
The Buyik tribe was sad in his voice.
They remembered the ancestors, elders, brothers and sisters they had been pursuing all their lives.
"With the blood of the people of Namu, awaken the sacred tree that entrusts the divine will, the fire of red flame will be completely ignited, and the majesty of Namu will return to the land of Krazhuoma!"
Asa's voice rose suddenly, and he inserted the bone stick into the dark rock.
Asa seemed to be just a gray-haired old man, but at this moment he sounded like a bell, and his bone stick was inserted into the hard rock like gold and iron.
He held the bone rod, and the bone rod turned into lava-like red gold.
Buyike’s people half-kneeled on the ground, clang-clang-clang-sound after sound, and one after another bone knives with flame patterns went straight into the rock formation.
The bone knife was inserted into the rock formation, and the Buyik people stretched out their hands to hold the blade, and blood ran down the blade and penetrated into the rock.
With the blood of Nam's people, revive the dormant sacred tree, and the red flame will be completely ignited on the sacred tree.
And the supreme Nahm will awaken from Chi Yan.
The blood seeps in, and the lines on Asa's face, whose back is facing everyone, are almost sculptural, cold and stiff.
He chanted the long mantra in a deep, firm voice.
However, tears rolled out silently on his face in the firelight.
But in the fire, the tears can't even slide down, they have disappeared.
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The old man once said that Guazhou is the so-called land of Fenggui.
In Ye Qiusheng's memory, there were also disciples of Taishangzong who came to Guazhou to practice, and finally disappeared in Guazhou, but the elders of the Zongmen didn't mention this.
At that time, Ye Qiusheng hadn't become the eye of Tai Shangzong, he was just a stunned green man who was impatiently practicing with the old man.
When I was young, there were always many questions, and when I was older, I would know the answer.
After so long, Ye Qiusheng finally knew the answer.
Walking in the temple, Ye Qiusheng finally identified the **** Namu in the legend of Krazhuoma, but which ancient emperor in the era.
In the Wanxian Era after the Chaos Era, there are only three remaining ancient emperors, one of which is the Baidi.
In the broken legend, the Emperor Bai possesses the real body of a phoenix. He lives in Wudong, where the Five Elements Fire is in the world.
Namu is one of the only remaining three emperors in the Era of Ten Thousand Immortals, the Emperor Bai.
In the legend of Krazhuoma, the fire of red flames started in the abyss, the sky and the ground, Namu, who ruled the kingdom of death, was born in red flames. The phoenix was born in the undead fire. The phoenix is an immortal bird. It is born in flames and will be reborn in flames.
So, when the red flames reignite, Nahm will return to the earth.
The history of the era is now full of imagination, fiction and reality, and the truth is only the tip of the iceberg. What's more, the historians who compiled the ancient history of the epoch are just ordinary people. What can they see? I can only see some illusions given by immortals.
Those amazing truths are heavily hidden.
In the legend, the Baidi, who enlightened the Dao and left, actually felt that the eighteenth of the ancient clan had become more and more difficult to resist, so he was persuaded by the mysterious man in the cloak to move the royal city into this dark space. . When the Baidi King City was moved into another space, the original location of the King City-Wudong as it was called at that time, turned into a desert overnight, and the phoenix trees all died.
The land of the Phoenix Return, if the Emperor Bai with the real body of the Phoenix returns, where will he go?
Return to the area he originally ruled.
And Guazhou is the land of Fenggui!
Guazhou, is Wudong before the Era—or, the Krazhuoma Desert is the Wudong before the Era. Wudong is the fire vein of the world, where sycamore trees grow like red flames, and the Baidi who was born in the flame rules here. And when the Baidi left, the fire pulse changed drastically, turning this place into a hot desert.
However, it was originally to stop the killing of the eighteenth of the ancient clan that the royal city was moved. As a result, this was the plot of the eighteenth of the ancient clan to kill the Baidi.
The people who deceived the Baidi took away the red flames of the royal city, and the Baidi fell.
The king city fell into darkness.
Before the fall, the unwilling ancient emperor cursed the betrayer, and at the same time left behind.
The phoenix is a divine bird that will rebirth in the flames. Those who were on the mission of resuscitating the Baidi left the imperial city in the void and returned to Wudong, which had become a great desert. In order to prevent the eighteen from being chased by the ancient clan, they kept their names in secret and passed on the true history from generation to generation through fictional myths.
However, although the eighteenth of the ancient clan disappeared from the world's sight with the interruption of the Wanxian Era, the thrilling fight in the Era did not stop there.
After the eighteenth of the ancient clan, ruled the twelve dynasties, and the eighth-sect of the Xianmen, who had many connections with the eighteenth ancient clan, secretly pursued the ancient truth.
Just like the original Jiuxuanmen would use the improved Qingming Pagoda to enter the ancient emperor's buried place in Jinglingtai, Taishangzong did similar things in secret.
There is no so-called experience.
Those Taishangzong disciples who came to Guazhou and never went back were looking for clues to the place where the ancient emperors buried their bones, and later died here.
In the legend that the Guazhou Ghost City was originally a Buddha city, the hidden truth is also unknown.
It was indeed a city of Buddha, and there were indeed monks with advanced cultivation level who sat and turned into stone statues here.
There is no Qingming Pagoda in the Guazhou Ghost City. The Buddha City was built here by the Fanyin Pavilion to seal off this place where the ancient emperor buried his bones. Maybe...just like Jinglingtai turned into the Conferred Soul Altar in the end, there seemed to be traces of the recovery of the ancient emperor in this space, and the aura of red flames reappeared here.
The monks in the Fanyin Pavilion were probably turned into stone statues just to suppress the resurgent Chi Yan.
If the facts are as he speculated, many things can be right.
As the big brother of Taishangzong, Taishangzong's eyes, Ye Qiusheng knows far more things than others.
He remembered that Jiuxuanmen had suppressed a great power in the refining and chemical industry for hundreds of years, named Wenrenjiu. And according to the old man, Karma is not the man's hole card, the man's hole card is Chi Yan.
Wenren became famous hundreds of years ago, but hundreds of years ago, the Baidi space under the pressure of Focheng Town in Guazhou experienced an abnormal change, the red flames recovered, and the monks turned into stone statues to suppress them.
——The time is right.
That Wenrenjiu may be the Chiyan Fire refined from Guazhou.
The truth was gradually pieced together like a puzzle, Ye Qiusheng couldn't help sighing.
These ancient secrets involve too many things. Immortal Gate, Dynasty, Gu Family Eighteen...All are doing their best in this undercurrent.
How does one face the long river of history?
Ye Qiusheng didn't know, and couldn't figure it out.
He knows that he is the great Ye Qiusheng, the great knife, and the great eye.
As the truth gradually became clear, Ye Qiusheng stepped into the deepest hall of the temple. Only one pattern is lit up in the main hall, a brilliant and dazzling altarpiece.
Ye Qiusheng walked up cautiously holding the knife.
At the top of the altar, Ye Qiusheng saw a person.
The young man in a white robe with a long bow beside him sat there quietly. There was no expression on his face, but it made people think that he seemed to be sad.