The scenery in front of me changed again, and everything just now was like a spring breeze, blowing away all the pictures.

The grass and trees are flourishing and the mountains are green. It is very quiet here. There are countless pairs of eyes around, looking at the woman in the palace dress playing with mud in a valley with a cruel, fearful, incredible, and panic look.

The woman looks only twenty-five or six years old, but she looks like she is in her thirties. It is okay to say that she is in her seventies or eighties. The woman's age is a contradiction, giving people a feeling of spring breeze and is very beautiful. It seems that she is the most perfect appearance in the world, gathered on the woman's face.

The mud is in the woman's hands, changing in various shapes. Birds with one wings, dogs with three feet, cows with one foot...

The clay sculptures are placed on the ground, densely packed, and countless. Each clay sculpture represents a shape of a living creature.

The woman in the work clothes kept pinching various clay sculptures, frowning, as if she was a little dissatisfied, and seemed to be looking for inspiration. Suddenly, the woman in the work clothes stopped all her movements and stared blankly at the sky.

As time goes by, the clay sculptures turn into a pile of mud after being blown by the wind and sun.

Time has not brought any changes to the women in the palace dress. Even the wind, rain, thunder and lightning have not made the women in the palace dress have any changes in their expressions. The wind, rain, did not wet the women in the palace dress, and the strong wind did not blow the women in the palace dress.

Zhang Daoran was erratic in consciousness and was stunned when he looked at the woman in the palace dress.

At one moment, the woman in the palace dress squatted on the ground again, and the green onion jade hand picked up a piece of mud from the ground. The mud changed into various shapes in the palace dress sculpted by the woman in the palace dress, and finally the mud was shaped, which looked like a human...

"Nuwa made people with clay?"

Zhang Daoran was always confused. Why did he see such a picture? He only saw a woman playing with mud here?

It’s just that the consciousness is not controlled, and after the passage of time, the consciousness does not feel any discomfort, but instead becomes energetic and becomes more energetic as it looks.

Suddenly, Nuwa opened her red lips and let out a breath. As this breath was blown out, auspicious air floated in the air and a strange fragrance filled the ground. In the originally desolate valley, flowers bloomed and plants were in spring.

The clay man in Nuwa's hand fell to the ground, shedding the mud shell and turning into a person.

When Nuwa saw that she successfully pinched people, a smile appeared on her face. This smile made people fascinated, and it was indescribable that people felt kindness. A kind of admiration arose in her heart, which made people call in her heart.

Nuwa pinched out a person again, and it took a long time. She pinched three of them in a row, and seemed to feel too slow. She pulled back and pulled out a gourd vine, dipped it in the soil on the ground and spread it into the air.

You clicked the sky in the sky, and Nuwa's fingers forced a wisp of essence and blood, which was also sprinkled into the air. The essence and blood were mixed with the soil, and a golden light flashed. The soil fell on the ground and turned into a human being rolling into a ball...

Zhang Daoran's eyes were a little blurred: "This is how humans appear?"

At this moment, the theory of human evolution collapsed: "Foreigners' inferences should not be taken seriously... ridiculously, those foreigners still regard them as classics, and others cannot refute them."

Zhang Daoran is looking at the emergence of human beings from a secular perspective. Since the beginning of practicing Taoism, although Zhang Daoran did not know whether the ancient gods still existed or not, he always firmly believed that the gods once existed.

Naturally, I am full of awe of ancient legends and ancient myths.

"The body and soul of Tao are innate as roots. The five elements are all complete, and yin and yang can be divided. Nuwa teased clay, and one thing is called human..."

"Essence and blood are the basis, and the immortal energy turns into clouds. Based on this, it becomes a saint, lying high in chaos..."

Zhang Daoran was a little confused when he heard the appearance of Tao before, such as the Tao transformed into Hongmeng, Hongmeng transformed into Chaos, Pangu opened the sky, and Zhang Daoran could clearly distinguish the consciousness to be expressed.

At this time, the proverb that Nuwa created humans and appeared in her mind could understand the literal meaning, but she did not understand the true meaning contained.

At this time, while enlightening the Tao, Zhang Daoranming did not understand that the consciousness body evolved over time and saw different changes in the world. In this moment, Zhang Daoran saw that the lich war broke out in the sky for ten days, and humans suffered.

The Witch Clan inherits Pangu's bloodline and has a strong body. The demon clan is invincible due to Pangu's body.

The two sides fought a great battle, the world collapsed, blood flowed into a river, the Buzhou Mountain collapsed, and the world was dim. The earth swelled, and a big hole appeared in the sky.

Humans were killed by fish in the pond due to the Lich War, and they were wailed everywhere, killing and injured countless times.

Countless figures appeared, Nuwa refined stones and repaired the sky.

Everything was like a strong wind blowing sand, disappearing again.

Zhang Daoran's consciousness is floating and wandering around. He saw Cangjie creating characters, the Three Emperors opening up the world, and the Five Emperors governing the world. He saw the ancient world and the ancient gods. He saw the evolution of civilization and saw the destruction of civilization. In an instant, it seemed as if he had experienced a new life in a world, as long as a world was destroyed. Zhang Daoran's consciousness was floating, and he was wandering around the three mountains and five mountains on the right.

War, peace, battle between immortals and demons, and fighting between man and gods.

The more Zhang Daoran reads, the more confused he becomes, it is difficult to understand and understand.

"All spirits in the world, life and death are empty. Demons are dark and Gods are bright. Dharma is based on no shore, and Tao is based on infinite..."

In the sky, a Taoist sutra appears, and everything in the world is endless, like a whale sucking water, all of which are taken into the Taoist sutra.

"The Yellow Ting Jing"

Zhang Daoran was no longer familiar with this Taoist sutra: "Is everything just now evolved from the Huangting Sutra?"

Without giving Zhang Daoran time to react, the scenery in front of him disappeared in an instant with the last words of proverbs. Zhang Daoran's figure shook, and a hint of confusion appeared on his face: "I don't understand..."

I was really confused. Since Nuwa created human beings, Zhang Daoran witnessed everything in the world behind him, and he didn't understand it at all. "What kind of intention is this to express?"

"Dao sacrifices himself to create the world and evolves Hongmeng. Hongmeng appears, sacrifices himself to evolve Pangu chaos. Pangu sacrifices himself to create the prehistoric world..." Zhang Daoran closed his eyes, and everything he had seen before appeared in his mind: "This is sacrifice, it is fulfillment, Nuwa creates human beings, creation, it is giving..."

"The battle between lichs is desire, that is persistence, that is both losers, that is..." Zhang Daoran seemed to have some enlightenment on his face, but he was more confused: "Is this to tell me that the beginning of everything is empty?"

When he opened his eyes, he saw Cheng Yiyan sitting cross-legged on the ground along the lake, with his eyes watching everything around him vigilantly. To the west, Lang Yining stuck out his tongue, his eyes were full of vigilance. On the east bank, beside the dock, You Yixiu and Taoist Master Hengkong were chatting.

"I just realized the truth, and they are protecting..."

Zhang Daoran had a smile on his face, and a light of wisdom flashed in his eyes: "No matter what I realized the truth just now, what I saw, my duty is to protect. Protect the people who should be protected..."

Confusion remains buried in your heart. In the future, Zhang Daoran is confident that he can solve these mysteries.

Suddenly, Zhang Daoran's expression moved, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes: "It turns out that there is no gain. Unconsciously, my strength, Yin and Yang, melted into chaos, and actually broke through to the chaotic realm..."

In the Dantian, in the sea of ​​consciousness, and even the world of rules, there is chaos at this time.

When practicing my Tao, the first step is to condense the laws, and the five elements are condensed to achieve the Yin and Yang rules. The Yin and Yang rules are merged into chaos. Zhang Daoran is now entering the third step of my Tao. Compared with practicing the Heavenly Dao, the Yin Shen and Yang God, Zhang Daoran's realm is equivalent to practicing the Heavenly Dao Yuanshen Realm.

With a thought moving, Zhang Daoran's body rose into the air, and there was no wind: "The soul is generated, the life span is three thousand, the flying sky and the earth are flying, the Tao is formed by itself. Once chaos is formed, the world is reborn...the land gods..."

"The chaos is opened up and the evolution of heaven and earth, and I can become an immortal... only one step away..."

Stepping on the void, Zhang Daoran carried his hands on his back and looked up at the sky. His heart was quiet. When he reached this state, it was an indescribable magical state. All Taoisms do not require practice, and they can be formed in his heart. The Taoist scriptures that he did not understand were fully understood in Zhang Daoran's heart.

Zhang Daoran suddenly opened his eyes and his body slowly rose into the air. Cheng Yiyan was stunned, and Lang Yining raised his head. Taoist Master Hengkong, who was far away on the east bank, was originally talking to You Yixiu, but suddenly exclaimed: "The land god!"

Zhang Daoran seemed not to see all this and looked at the sky: "This time, the thread of luck is condensed, so I should also see what surprises can the "Huangting Jing" or the luck tower bring to me..."

The soul is generated and the temperament returns to the true nature. Chaos appears and everything becomes empty.

Zhang Daoran's thoughts appeared in the Sanqing Temple, and he moved his mind again and returned to the south bank. It was like teleportation, and it was free to come and go, and the space barrier was difficult to stop Zhang Daoran's steps: "I will go back and understand the Tao first, don't disturb me, preach tomorrow, I will return naturally..."
Chapter completed!