Chapter 161: Fuxi sets up an illusion, 2 Lang Luoqimeng

Suspended by the cloud and slowly flying to the Huoyun Cave, Yang Jian finally saw the true face of the human sage Dayu. ＊WWW.suimeng.lā
I saw that his figure was a little short, but he was thick as a mountain; his face was a bit modest, but his eyes were piercing and energetic, giving people a kind of majesty without anger.
As soon as Yang Jian set his feet on the ground, he gave a tribute to Dayu, "Thank you, the emperor for perfection."
"Don't be busy, thank you, and you don't have 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 thick as his face, and he could not hear any loneliness in his words. On the contrary, after saying this, Dayu's eyes showed a little nostalgia.
Yang Jian had to shout ‘Senior’, because calling ‘Xiandi’ or something would be too horrible.
"Come in, although this place is a clean repair place, there are often visitors."
With a hello, Dayu walked ahead and led the way.
Only then did Yang Jian see that Dayu was wearing a short shirt, barefoot, wearing a quilt, and a straw hat on his back. On the contrary, he was more like a fisherman.
Thinking in his mind, Yang Jian's eyes showed some admiration.
This dress should be the ‘battle robe’ that Dayu often wore when he controlled the water. After taking off the robe of the Emperor, Dayu put on this dress again.
The eight "Human Sovereigns" who practice here are all people who have made great contributions to the Human Race. Yang Jian didn't dare to look around, but lowered his eyebrows and looked at the path under his feet, and followed Dayu.
A pair of cloth shoes greeted his eyes, and Dayu also stopped.
Yang Jian hurriedly looked up, and saw an old man in a long robe standing at the fork in front of him. He had gray hair and a slender figure. He was just a cloth robe, but he didn't have a fairy tale.
It should be this person who spoke just now.
Yang Jian hurried forward and said to the old man, but he looked up but didn't know what to call, so he could only call senior.
The old man smiled and said, "Yes, Yuding is really good to have you as a disciple."
"Thank you seniors for your help," Yang Jian thanked again.
The old man smiled while frothing his beard and said, "You don't have to be polite, and you don't have to be too polite. You first go with Dayu to get the axe. Whether it succeeds or fails, you will come to me later."
"Yes." Yang Jian took his command, and raised his head again, but he could no longer see the old man.
But one of the seven openings at the fork in the road was slightly shiny, and it was third on the right.
"Come with me," Dayu sighed. "That senior is Shennong, the true sage of my human race. If it weren't for this senior's enlightenment, the world would never know how many people would die of extreme cold."
It was Shennong who saw him just now?
Yang Jian recalled the appearance of that human sage, but felt that he was more like a Taoist master who had practiced for many years.
Dayu walked ahead and headed for the first hole on the left.
Yang Jian followed him closely, listening to the sound of water in front of him, couldn't help but look up.
There is a closed gate in the cave. In front of the gate, there is a pool of ten meters square. There is a path made of stones in the middle. There are colorful stalactites above, and spirits are constantly dripping down.
There are four characters written on the gate: [Wen Ming Chang'an].
I don't know what it means.
As Dayu walked through the path, the two doors slowly opened. Dayu made a please gesture. Yang Jianqian stepped back two steps. Dayu finally smiled and walked in first.
Dayu smiled and said: "You are respectful of etiquette, unlike some Taoist disciples, I always feel that I only acted by destiny, and luck has picked up some merit."
Yang Jian said: "The younger generation was favored by the master and was fortunate to worship into the Taoist gate, but before entering the Taoist gate, I was a human, not a monster, a spirit, a spirit, or a stranger; after entering the Taoist gate, I had nothing to do with me Variety."
Dayu nodded and sighed softly: "Yes, I understand why Senior Shennong will show up to meet you. The thing you are looking for is right in front of you. Find it yourself."
Yang Jian was taken aback when he heard the words and looked forward.
I don't know when, he has actually appeared in a large hall. There are two rows of stone pillars in front of him. At the end of the two rows of stone pillars, a huge axe is entangled by dozens of chains, trapped in the air.
How can this be accessed?
Yang Jian turned around, but he could not find Dayu's figure. There was a stone wall behind him. Where was the portal?
This Huoyun Cave really reveals mystery everywhere.
"Thank you senior for your guidance," Yang Jian arched his hands to the top, stepped forward, and stood on guard.
From the few words that Dayu said, it can be inferred that whether this mountain axe can be obtained should be based on his own fate and good fortune, or what special method is there.
Why did Dayu seal the mountain axe? Dayu also said before that the mountain axe must be used to suppress ferocity with the emperor's luck, and it is an invincible weapon.
After he abdicated, the emperor's luck is out of luck, this axe must be sealed.
So, do you want to break the seal? Or suppress the ferocity in the mountain axe? Or should we do both at the same time?
Yang Jian approached the mountain axe while thinking, but for some reason, the scene in front of him was quietly changing, and the inexplicable dizziness drifted away in his soul...
Illusion?
No, it doesn't seem to be a mere fantasy.
At the bottom of Yang Jian's heart, it seemed that a door was gradually closing, but he suddenly forgot several obsessions in his heart, as if he had become another person.
On the other side, Dayu, who didn't know when to walk away beside Yang Jian, ran all the way to a square altar.
There are already six figures standing here, there are two gray-haired old men, a middle-aged man wearing an imperial robe with a long sword around his waist, and three other middle-aged scribes dressed in plain clothes.
An old man was holding a gossip plate in his hand, and another old man Yang Jian had just met.
Dayu walked to the altar and surrounded a platform with white mist with the six people. In the platform was actually Yang Jian.
And Dayu, who had been very majestic in front of Yang Jian before, showed a simple smile and asked: "What do you think of this little guy named Yang Jian?"
Shennong smiled and said: "I feel that this son is tough and has a complete Dao heart, and he will surely pass the test of this state of mind."
"No," a middle-aged scholar said with a smile, "I'm all a human race, and I'm a human being. There are only six elements. You and I have been here for so many years to cultivate and enlighten the Tao, except for the senior Suiren and Senior Shennong, there are a few more people. Have you passed the mental illusion created by Senior Fuxi?"
The old man with the gossip plate in his hand smiled and shook his head, and reached out his hand to face the table a little bit, and Yang Jian's figure became clearer.
"The first hurdle is out," said the old man with his hands on gossip, "all fellow Taoists, just look at it."
what is 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 fog, and saw a towering hall. Two shadows flew out of the hall, and walked directly up to grab Yang Jian's wrist.
The one on the left was Ao Xinke, who had taken off the Yan Shiluo skirt and put on a cyan plume, and rubbed his arm lightly with a charming and indispensable thing.
The person on the right was a young girl, dressed similarly to Ao Xinke, and her face was somewhat similar to Yang Xiaochan, but she was somewhat similar to Xiao Lan, who was amazed by Yang Jian.
"Who are you?" Yang Jian asked with a frown.
"Husband, husband, husband, have you forgotten me?"'Ao Xinke' was weeping.
There were boundless ripples in Yang Jian's heart, he hugged Ao Xinke quickly, and said warmly: "Why, how... I am... well, I was drunk last night."
Just after comforting this side, the 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 hold it back, but he didn't listen to it, and said in a low voice: "Chan'er don't think too much, brother always has you in my heart."
"Brother..."'Yang Xiaochan''s eyes were rippling and leaning against Yang Jian.
But the ‘Ao Xinke’ on the side spoke softly in Yang Jian’s ear. Although it was intermittent, Yang Jian frowned.
What is this nonsense?
Let yourself accept my sister? This is the sister of this body! How can I do such a beastly thing?
But somehow, Yang Jian felt like a beast was running wildly in his heart, and images of unsightly images appeared in his mind.
how come!
Yang Jian only felt cold in his hands and feet, standing there staring.
Could it be that he has always had feelings for Xiaochan that surpassed his brother and sister?
No, no, it's not true! Even if it was a strange feeling, it was pinched by myself!
‘What are you afraid of, this is not your sister... Your soul comes from another world, she has no real relationship with you, why are you hesitating? ’
This voice was like a curse, and the more Yang Jian resisted this voice in his heart, the clearer it became.
Finally, Yang Jian hugged his head with a splitting headache, and fainted with a low growl.
Above the altar in Huoyun Cave, several people looked at the old man holding the gossip plate; and the old man's mouth showed some smiles, and his eyes showed some nostalgia.
A scribe shook his head and sighed: "Has this level been calculated? This time it is so simple."
Dayu said: "Not so, as long as there is a feeling in his heart, if he doesn't face it, he will be sad."
The middle-aged man in a yellow robe smiled and said, "I really admire this place. The person who flew out of the temple to greet him was the person he had tempted. He didn't expect that they were only two women. They would be innocent. I..."
The scribe beside Huang Paoren shook his head and said, "Say less, thirty thousand."
"Hahaha!" Huangpao didn't care, but laughed happily.
The old man holding the gossip plate in his hand shook his head and sighed, facing the table a little, the picture inside changed again, and it turned out to be a picture of bloodshot.
But the picture is very vague. It is obvious that the old man with the gossip plate in his hand has displayed magical powers, and the woman in Yang Jian's heart has not leaked any spring.
The man in Huangpao sighed, naturally a little disappointed.
"I fell into this situation~EbookFREE.me~ This is bad," Dayu's thick eyebrows wrinkled.
In the picture scroll, Yang Jian is sitting on a bed, holding the bed tightly with his hands, his eyes are red, and the corners of his mouth are bleeding out of his tongue. He is completely blind to the two women beside him...
"Brother... don't you want to?"
"Husband, what happened today?"
With two slightly resentful sighs, Yang Jian felt as if a few ants were crawling around in his heart, which was indescribable.
"I only believe in those things that I remember in my heart! I don't remember when I married you, or that Xiaochan and I had a little overstepped the rituals!"
Yang Jian closed his eyes abruptly and shouted: "The illusion is disillusioned!"
He opened his eyes suddenly, and there were two unbearable smiles beside him, and behind the curtain in front of him, a graceful figure came.
"Jian'er, what's the matter with you? Are you drunk?"