The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Being supported by the clouds and slowly flying to the Huoyun Cave, Yang Jian finally saw the true face of the human sage Dayu.

I saw that his figure was a bit short, but he exuded a mass like a mountain; his face was a bit modest, but his eyes were piercing, giving people a kind of majesty without anger.

As soon as Yang Jian put his feet on the ground, he bowed to Dayu and said, "Thank you, Emperor, for your success."

"Don't rush to thank me, and don't need to call me emperor anymore. I have retired from the position of co-lord, and now I am just a monk practicing here."

Dayu's voice was as heavy as his face, and there was no sense of loneliness in his words. On the contrary, after he uttered these words, Dayu's eyes showed a little nostalgia.

Yang Jian had no choice but to call out 'Senior', because calling out 'Xian Di' or something would be too disturbing.

"Come in, although this place is a place of pure cultivation, there are often visitors."

Dayu greeted and walked ahead to lead the way.

Only then did Yang Jian see that Dayu was wearing a short shirt, barefoot, a coir raincoat, and a straw hat on his back. He looked more like a fisherman.

Thinking in his heart, Yang Jian's eyes showed a little admiration.

This attire should be the 'Battle Robe' Dayu often wore when controlling the floods. After Dayu took off the Emperor's Robe, he put the clothes on again.

The eight 'Human Sovereigns' practicing here are all people who have made great contributions to the human race. Yang Jian didn't dare to look around, but looked at the road under his feet with a low eyebrow and followed Dayu.

A pair of cloth shoes came into his eyes, and Dayu also stopped.

Yang Jian hurriedly looked up, and saw an old man wearing a robe standing at the fork in front of him. He was white-haired and slender.

It should be this person who spoke just now.

Yang Jian hurried forward, bowed to the old man, raised his head but didn't know what to address, so he could only call out senior.

The old man smiled and said, "That's right, it's really good that Yuding has you as a disciple."

"Thank you for your help, senior," Yang Jian thanked again.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, and said: "There is no need to be too polite, and you don't need to be too polite. You go with Dayu to get the ax first. Whether you succeed or fail, come to me later."

"Yes." Yang Jian respectfully accepted the order, raised his head again, and raised his head again, but the figure of the old man could no longer be seen.

But one of the seven openings at the fork, one of which glows faintly, is third on the right.

"Follow me," Dayu sighed, "that senior is Shennong, the true sage of our human race. If it weren't for this senior's enlightenment, how many people in the world would die of extreme cold and injury."

The one who saw me just now was Shennong?

Yang Jian recalled the appearance of that human sage in his heart, but felt that he was more like a Taoist priest who had practiced for an unknown number of years.

Dayu walked ahead, heading for the first hole on the left.

Yang Jian followed closely behind him. Hearing the sound of the water in front of him, he couldn't help but look up.

There is a closed gate in the cave. In front of the gate is a pool of ten feet square. There is a path made of stones. Above it are colorful stalactites, and spiritual water is constantly dripping down.

There are four large characters written on the gate: [Wen Ming Chang'an].

I don't know what it means.

As Dayu walked through the path, the two gates opened slowly. Dayu made a gesture of invitation, and Yang Jian stepped back two steps modestly. Dayu finally smiled and walked in first.

Dayu said with a smile: "You respect etiquette, unlike some Taoist disciples who always feel that we are just acting according to the destiny, and have gained some merit by luck."

Yang Jian said: "The younger generation is favored by the master and has the honor to worship in the Taoist school. But before entering the Taoist school, I was a human being, not a demon, not a spirit, not a spirit, and not a monster; after entering the Taoist school, I followed my feet, but there was no change."

Dayu nodded and sighed softly: "That's right, I somewhat understand why Senior Shennong showed up to meet you. What you are looking for is right ahead, go find it yourself."

Yang Jian was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked up to the front.

At some point, he had already appeared in a large hall. There were two rows of stone pillars in front of him. At the end of the two rows of stone pillars, there was a huge ax wrapped in dozens of chains, trapped in midair.

How can this be used?

Yang Jian turned around, but he couldn't find Dayu's figure. There was a stone wall behind him. Where was the door?

There are really mysteries everywhere in this Huoyun Cave.

"Thank you, senior, for your guidance," Yang Jian arched his hands towards the top, and walked forward with his whole body on guard.

From the few words Dayu said, it can be inferred that whether he can get the mountain-opening ax should depend on his own fate and good fortune, or there are some special methods.

Why did Dayu seal the mountain axe? Dayu also said before that the mountain-opening ax must use the luck of the emperor to suppress the ferocity, so that it is an invincible weapon.

After the abdication, the emperor's luck is gone, so this ax must be sealed off.

So, you want to break the seal? Or suppress the ferocity in the mountain axe? Or do both at the same time?

Yang Jian approached the mountain axe while thinking, but for some reason, the scenery in front of him was quietly changing, and an inexplicable feeling of dizziness spread in his soul...

fantasy?

No, it doesn't seem like it's just an illusion.

Yang Jian's heart seemed to have a door gradually closing, and he suddenly forgot a few obsessions in his heart, as if he had become another person.

On the other side, Dayu who walked away beside Yang Jian didn't know when, but ran all the way to a square altar.

There are already six figures standing here, including two white-haired old men, a middle-aged man wearing an emperor's robe and a long sword at his waist, and three other middle-aged scribes dressed in plain clothes.

An old man was holding a gossip plate in his hand, another old man Yang Jian had just met.

Dayu walked to the altar, surrounded a platform covered with white mist with six people, and there was Yang Jian's figure in the platform.

But Dayu, who had always been majestic in front of Yang Jian, showed a simple and honest smile at this time, and asked, "What do you seniors think of this little guy named Yang Jian?"

Shennong laughed and said: "I think this son has a tough heart and a perfect Taoist heart, so he will definitely pass the test of this state of mind."

"No," said a middle-aged scribe with a smile, "We are all human beings. As human beings, it is difficult to purify the six senses. You and I have studied and enlightened Taoism here for so many years. Except for Senior Suiren and Senior Shennong, how many people have lived through the illusion of the mind set by Senior Fuxi?"

The old man holding the gossip plate in his hand smiled and shook his head, stretched out his hand towards the table, and Yang Jian's figure became clearer.

"The first hurdle has been passed," said the old man with his gossip in his hand, "All fellow Taoists, let's see."

What's this?

The scenery in front of me gradually blurred, and finally turned into a cloud of mist.

Yang Jian wanted to walk forward, waved away the mist, and saw a majestic hall, two beautiful shadows flew out of the hall, they walked up and held Yang Jian's wrist.

The person on the left was Ao Xinke who had taken off her tight skirt and put on a blue feather coat, and she rubbed against his arm gently.

And the person on the right is a young girl, dressed similarly to Ao Xinke, and her face is somewhat similar to Yang Xiaochan, but also somewhat similar to Xiao Lan who surprised Yang Jian back then.

"Who are you?" Yang Jian asked with a frown.

"Husband, husband, husband, have you forgotten me?"'Ao Xinke' wanted to cry.

There were boundless ripples in Yang Jian's heart, and he quickly hugged Ao Xinke, and said in a warm voice: "Why, why... I was... Well, I was drunk last night."

As soon as this side was calmed down, the girl on the other side stomped her feet: "Huh! After my brother married his sister-in-law, he really became more and more indifferent to others!"

Yang Jian smiled awkwardly, looked at the girl, and a word came up in his heart, Yang Jian wanted to suppress the words, but he couldn't control his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Don't think too much, Chan'er, I always have you in my heart."

"Brother..." 'Yang Xiaochan' had rippling eyes and leaned against Yang Jian.

On the other hand, 'Ao Xinke' spoke softly next to Yang Jian's ear, although intermittently, it made Yang Jian frown.

What is this nonsense?

Let yourself take in your sister? This is the sister of this body! How could he do such a beastly thing?

But for some reason, Yang Jian felt like a beast was running wildly in his heart, and unsightly pictures appeared in his mind.

how come!

Yang Jian only felt his hands and feet were cold, and stood there staring.

Could it be that he has always had feelings for Xiao Chan that surpass that of siblings?

No, no, this is not true! Even if there was some strange feeling, it was stifled by myself!

'What are you afraid of, this is not your own sister... Your soul comes from another world, she has no real relationship with you, why are you still hesitating? '

The voice was like a curse, the more Yang Jian resisted the voice in his heart, the clearer the voice became.

In the end, Yang Jian hugged his head, his headache was about to split, he let out a low growl, and passed out.

On the altar in Huoyun Cave, several people looked at the old man holding a gossip plate; and the old man smiled a little, and his eyes showed a little nostalgia.

A scribe shook his head and sighed: "Have you passed this test? It's so easy this time."

Dayu said: "That's not the case. As long as there is a feeling in his heart, if he doesn't face it squarely, he will be sad."

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe said with a smile: "I really appreciate this son. The one who flew out of the palace to welcome him was the person he had been tempted by. I didn't expect it to be just two women. It can be said to be innocent. If it were me..."

The scribe next to the man in yellow shook his head and said, "Stop talking, thirty thousand."

"Hahaha!" The man in yellow didn't take it seriously, but laughed happily.

The old man holding the gossip plate in his hand shook his head with emotion, pointing to the table, the picture inside changed again, it was actually a picture scroll that made people's blood spurt.

But the picture is very blurry. It is obvious that the old man holding the eight trigrams plate in his hand has used his supernatural powers to prevent the woman in Yang Jian's heart from leaking the slightest bit of love.

The man in yellow sighed, naturally a little disappointed.

"It's terrible to have fallen into this situation," Dayu's thick eyebrows frowned.

In the picture scroll, Yang Jian is sitting on a bed, clutching the bed tightly with both hands, his eyes are red, the corners of his mouth are bleeding from the tip of his tongue, completely turning a blind eye to the two girls beside him...

"Brother... don't you want to?"

"My husband, what happened today?"

With two sighs with a hint of resentment, Yang Jian felt as if a few ants were crawling around in his heart, and he was indescribably impatient.

"I only believe in those things that I remember in my heart! I don't remember when you and I got married, and I don't remember that Xiaochan and I have ever transgressed the rules!"

Yang Jian suddenly closed his eyes and shouted: "The illusion is shattered!"

He opened his eyes suddenly again, and there were two uncontrollable smiles from beside him, and behind the curtain in front of him, a graceful figure approached slowly.

"Jian'er, what's wrong with you? Are you drunk?"