Chapter 723: The Plan of the Six Saints, the Sorrow of the Three Emperors
"His Majesty!"
Li Daoxuan's spirits lifted, and his voice inevitably revealed a hint of excitement.
I don't know how long I have been sinking in this dark ocean. Even the strongest will would be tortured. At this time, seeing a familiar face, I can't help but feel excited.
But Li Daoxuan was Li Daoxuan after all. He climbed onto the bamboo raft and looked at Li Shimin with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.
Is he really still Li Shimin?
Li Shimin seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, Taichong. I am still me. I just remembered some memories of my past life."
"Should I call you His Majesty, or Emperor Ziwei?"
Li Daoxuan asked tentatively.
When Li Shimin died, Li Daoxuan did not see his three souls leave his body. Instead, they disappeared directly, leaving only an empty shell.
At that time, Li Daoxuan speculated that Li Shimin was most likely the reincarnation of Zhongtian Ziwei Beiji Emperor, and his birth should be a very critical part of the layout of the saints.
In other words, the entire Li Tang is the core of the layout.
Li Shimin smiled slightly and said, "Taichong, what's important is not who I am, but who you are."
Li Daoxuan was stunned and didn't understand the meaning of his words.
Li Shimin pointed around and said, "This is the dojo of Amitabha Buddha, the ferry that leads sentient beings to the Pure Land of Bliss. In order to help sentient beings survive the catastrophe, this ancient Buddha voluntarily died, isolating this place from the Three Realms and Ten Directions, making it a very special place."
"Time is completely still here, and the water can reflect all the past lives of gods and Buddhas. Most importantly, this place will not be noticed by Him, so He can tell you the ultimate truth."
There was a hint of emotion in Li Shimin's eyes.
"This game started 30,000 years ago when the first chess piece was placed, and now it has finally come to the last piece."
Li Daoxuan's heart was filled with ripples.
Amitabha is a very low-key figure in Buddhism. It is said that he is the incarnation of a Western saint and is responsible for leading all living beings to the Pure Land of Bliss.
His strength is even greater than that of Tathagata Buddha, but in order to set up this situation, he was willing to die?
Amitabha Buddha died in the temple, and as a result, this temple , became a very dangerous place that was not tolerated by the three realms and ten directions.
Even if it was a powerful immortal like Li Daoxuan, if his soul reached this place, he would be drowned and would never be able to be reborn.
"What on earth is this bureau?"
Li Shimin sighed softly and said, "Originally, when you achieved the Heavenly Immortal Realm, it should have been Taiqing Tianzun who brought you to this place and told you in person, but who knew that He woke up early and Tianzun had to fall into a deep sleep, so I had to tell you."
Li Daoxuan's heart moved, and he remembered that the old Taoist priest once said that when he broke through the celestial realm, an old friend would come to tell him.
It turns out that old friend was Li Shimin!
"Taichong, please look down."
Upon hearing this, Li Daoxuan looked towards the water from the bamboo raft, but it was still very dark and he couldn't see clearly.
Li Shimin pointed the green lamp in his hand downwards, and the light shone on the water. Changes occurred instantly, and pictures began to emerge on the water surface.
"This lamp is what the ancient Buddha Dipankara transformed into after his death. It can unlock the mysteries of this world."
"Taichong, go and take a good look at the truth of everything."
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Fire Cloud Cave.
This is the dojo of the Three Emperors of the human race. Fuxi, the Emperor of Heaven, Shennong, the Emperor of Earth, and Xuanyuan, the Emperor of Man, all lived in seclusion here, worshipped by the human race and respected by all the immortals.
But at this moment, these three peerless masters, who were only one step away from becoming saints, looked at the shattered tortoise shells in front of them with pale faces.
That is Fuxi's River Map and Luoshu, the origin of the Pre-Heaven Eight Trigrams. It is said that it contains all the mysteries of the universe. Emperor Fuxi realized the Pre-Heaven Eight Trigrams by observing this armor.
But at this moment, the tortoise shell shattered, just because Fuxi used it to tell a fortune.
"Great disaster, there is no chance of survival..."
Fuxi spoke slowly. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked forward, and said, "My fellow saints, your plan... will not succeed."
If there were other people here , they would surely be shocked, because sitting in the Fire Cloud Cave were not only the Three Emperors of the human race, but also the six supreme saints!
The Saint Taiqing sat upright on the water and fire cushion, holding the Tai Chi diagram in his hand, with his eyes lowered and silent.
Yuanshi Tianzun held the jade ruyi in his hand, his eyes solemn.
Master Tongtian was quietly stroking his Qingping sword with a grim expression.
Nuwa looked at her with compassion and sighed softly.
The two saints from the West looked at each other and could see each other's sad expressions.
The six saints gathered together, and the atmosphere was so heavy. All this was related to the hexagram.
After a while, Saint Taiqing, who was implicitly regarded as the leader of the Six Saints, finally spoke.
"This is an unprecedented catastrophe. Even saints like us cannot avoid it. We are in danger of perishing. Although we have put aside our past grudges and made plans together, we still cannot come up with a solution."
All the saints were silent.
After discussing for a thousand years, they thought they had come up with a solution, so they went to Fuxi to verify it. However, the hexagram showed that there was no chance of survival and only ten deaths.
Every profession has its specialties. Even a saint who is said to know everything cannot necessarily claim to be better than Emperor Fuxi, who controls the River Map and Luoshu, in the art of divination and calculation.
Especially in such a great calamity that involves themselves, even a saint will be confused by the calamity.
But what they didn't expect was that the foolproof plan they had made after making huge sacrifices turned out to be a hexagram of ten chances of death and no chance of survival.
Is there really no solution?
Fuxi sighed and said, "I admire what the saints have planned. I am willing to sacrifice my broken body to help the saints calculate that ray of hope."
Hearing this, the Six Saints' eyes moved slightly.
No one spoke, or rather, they were all waiting for Fuxi to say this, but no one was willing to speak first.
Even Nuwa, who had a brother-sister relationship with Fuxi, showed a look of reluctance in her eyes, but she just turned away without saying a word.
In the face of catastrophe, no one can remain intact.
Even she herself...
The Earth Emperor Shennong sighed and said, "I will lend a helping hand to you, Taoist friend."
He placed his hands on Fuxi's body, and without hesitation gave all his skills and merits to Fuxi. In a moment, his hair turned white, and he closed his eyes like a rotten wood.
Snap!
The Shennong Ding let out a mournful cry and broke apart automatically.
The Human Emperor Xuanyuan laughed loudly. He took out the Xuanyuan Sword and said, "Let's go. After tens of thousands of years, perhaps you will have a new master."
After all, he couldn't bear to let his beloved sword be destroyed.
The Xuanyuan Sword turned into golden light and disappeared. Xuanyuan laughed loudly, heroic and magnanimous, and gave his magic power and merits to Fuxi.
At this moment, the power of the Three Emperors of the human race was concentrated in Fuxi's body, and he briefly reached the state of a sage. He had no time to mourn the death of his brothers, but instead pieced the broken River Map and Luoshu back together and began to tell fortunes.
His merits and magic power were quickly consumed, and he looked older and older. After an unknown amount of time, the tortoise shell that he had forcefully put together suddenly exploded, and the entire Fire Cloud Cave world was shaking violently.
Fuxi's eyes brightened up instantly, as if he saw the escaping one and found the only hope of life in the endless death.
However, when he opened his mouth to speak, his tongue fell off; when he stretched out his hand to write, his fingers fell off; at this moment, his magic power was exhausted and he could not transmit any sound.
His life force was quickly cut off, and tears of blood flowed from his eyes, as if he saw countless lives annihilated in the catastrophe.
At this moment, he was filled with resentment. He knew clearly that there was a glimmer of hope, but he couldn't say it.
The saints had already taken action to try to save him, but Fuxi seemed to have a terrible curse that even the saints could not remove.
Fuxi died.
The three emperors of Huoyun Cave fell.
A layer of haze covered the hearts of the saints. Fuxi had obviously seen something just now, but unfortunately he did not say it out in the end.
The curse was upon him, the way of heaven backfired, and even his telepathy was useless.
At this moment, the voice of Nuwa sounded, and in the calmness, there was a hint of unspeakable sadness.
"I think I know what my brother wants to say."
