Chapter 284 Fuxi wants to withdraw Shennong comes out

Although the Fengyan tribe has not encountered these extreme situations, the situation is not optimistic. Minor disasters occur from time to time, and as the tribe leader, he must find a way to avoid these disasters.

However, the occurrence of these minor disasters is almost impossible to track. They often come and go quickly, with no signs before they come and no obvious signs when they go.

In this regard, he went to ask Cangjie for his opinion.

But Cang Jie also didn't have any good suggestions for this, he just said: "If you want to completely eliminate these disasters, then forget it, this is something that even the innate gods can't do.

Because this is the natural operation of heaven and earth, where there is blessing there is disaster, and where there is disaster there is blessing. If you want blessing, you must endure disaster.

But if you want to avoid these disasters, I do have a few ideas. That is to practice the legendary secret techniques of divination, such as Ziwei Dou Shu, Xiantian Bagua, etc.

These secret techniques can predict the future, let alone a mere disaster, even if you want to predict what will happen in the future, it is easy."

Fuxi's face lit up, but Cangjie added: "But I don't know these secrets. I have only heard about them. It is said that even immortals cannot obtain these secrets. Moreover, these secrets are extremely difficult to practice. It takes ordinary people a hundred or eighty years to learn them. It is already a blessing to be able to get started. As for using them to deduce the future, that is impossible."

Fuxi's face fell. Not to mention that he possessed these secret skills, even if he did, he could only select tribesmen with excellent qualifications to practice them, and they could only be used to solve urgent problems and could not be promoted on a large scale.

He wanted to spread these methods of predicting the future, like animal husbandry and music, into the Fengyan tribe, so that everyone could learn them.

But if the practice is extremely difficult, or even if one goes wrong, there is a risk of being cut off, then it is only treating the symptoms and not the root cause, and he will not adopt it at all.

But Cang Jie was not really helpless, and said to him: "The saint once said: 'Heaven will never leave anyone without a way.' Before you were born, you were taken into a cave by your mother Hua Xu, and stayed there for twelve years. You returned to the tribe after you were born. Although you did not have a life at that time, you already existed, with the fate of earth. Then you met me by the water, and your fate is water. If you go to that river again, you may meet the will of heaven."

Although Fuxi felt that this method was a bit of a gamble, there was no better way at the moment, so he had to follow Cangjie's instructions and return to the river where they first met.

Although more than ten years had passed since he and Cangjie first met, the river had not changed at all. It was still as turbulent as before, with only a few areas being slightly calmer.

Sitting on a reef and looking at the calm river in front of him, Fuxi's mood suddenly became extremely peaceful.

"If I get it, I'm lucky. If I lose it, it's my fate. The natural disasters are caused by heaven and earth. If heaven and earth are willing for me to solve these disasters, they will definitely give me some revelations. If there is no revelation, it means that heaven and earth do not want me to solve this problem. I will leave it to heaven's will."

Fuxi's mind became empty, his previous anxious mood was completely swept away, and he regained his natural state of mind of harmony between man and nature.

He waited by the water for eight days, but no inspiration came. Fuxi was not angry, but smiled faintly. On the ninth day, he stood up and left.

Just as he took nine steps, he heard two strange roars behind him. Turning back, he saw a gigantic turtle slowly emerging from the water. On its back was a scroll covered with countless black dots and white lines, winding like a river, as if to say that the secrets of the world were unpredictable.

It is strange to say, the Luo River basin where Fuxi originally lived was very clear and the bottom could be seen at a glance, but he did not find such a huge turtle lurking at the bottom.

And from the woods behind him, a strange horse ran out. It was eight feet five inches tall, with a long neck and wings, and drooping hair on its sides. At this time, it neighed slightly, and its tone sounded particularly sad.

It is the legendary dragon horse.

There was also a book on the dragon horse's back, covered with various white dots and black lines, which seemed to have nothing to do with the scroll.

The tortoise and the dragon horse resonated with each other, and then a picture and a book flew up on their backs and landed in front of Fuxi.

After the two beasts did all this, one disappeared into the Luo River again, and the other ran into the forest behind it, disappearing without a trace.

Fuxi watched all this in amazement. He took the map and book in his hands only after the evil man left. Suddenly, a flash of enlightenment flashed through his mind: "Is this the River Map and Luo Book? Is this the inspiration given to me by heaven?"

But if one does not accept what heaven gives, he will suffer disaster. Fuxi accepted the River Map and Luoshu, and began to read them on the spot. He immediately felt like he had found a treasure, and began to constantly comprehend the principles contained therein.

The River Map and the Luo Shu were originally two top-grade innate spiritual treasures. When combined into one, they are even more comparable to a leader-level innate spiritual treasure and are among the most precious treasures in the world.

Not to mention ordinary mortals, even if a Hunyuan Golden Immortal obtained it, he would have to comprehend it for tens of thousands of years before he could get a glimmer of the truth.

Fuxi was only born with divine power at this moment. Although he possessed great wisdom, he could not compare with the Golden Immortal Hunyuan. But from the moment he picked up the River Map and Luoshu, countless truths spontaneously emerged in his mind, and he saw many vague scenes and memories.

Although these memories are very vague and only consist of fragments, they are enough for him to deduce some inspiration in his mind.

The Fengyan tribe was already able to manage itself, and with Cangjie and Huaxu watching over it, Fuxi took time out to do what he wanted to do.

He traveled to all the mountains, rivers and streams nearby and saw many disasters he had never seen before. Inspiration burst out in his mind, and he used the River Map and Luo Shu to deduce the opportunity.

After nine years, I finally realized my dream.

One day, Fuxi stood on Mount Tai, looking up at the sky and looking down at the earth. More fragmented memories came to his mind. Combining all the memory fragments he had obtained in the past nine years, he finally remembered who he was.

He is the divine of innate yang.

He is Xi Huang of the demon clan.

He is the emperor of the human race.

He is——Fuxi!
The River Map and the Luo Shu made supreme wonderful sounds, ding-dong-dong, like the flow of a creek, and even more like weapons and cavalry, the war of all races. A large zither wandering in the void was summoned, and it immediately flashed out and returned to its owner's hands.

Fuxi smiled and gently stroked the zither. Beautiful music burst out, and his eternal memory was completely awakened. He said loudly: "Humanity is above all else. I am Fuxi. Today, I have observed the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth and developed a method called: 'Postnatal Eight Trigrams'! From now on, all human beings will be able to control their own future, control the secrets of heaven, and have freedom!"

As Fuxi spoke, seven kinds of vibrations suddenly occurred in the entire prehistoric world. Sounds rang out from all realms, and countless immortals, gods, demons, and ghosts all turned their eyes to Mount Tai. One after another, the figures of great gods appeared in the sky.

Bixia Yuanjun, Minghe Laozu, Doumu Yuanjun, Wangshu Goddess, Ziwei Emperor, Xuanming Zuwu, Haotian God, Yaochi Queen Mother, Jinmu, Zhenyuanzi, Kunpeng, Bai Ze, Lei Ze, etc. Almost all the innate gods who were listening to the teachings with Fuxi in Zixiao Palace showed up, regardless of whether they had a grudge against Fuxi, they showed up at this moment for the sake of friendship with the innate gods.

Fuxi closed his eyes slightly, and countless runes appeared on his body. These runes were ever-changing and there were billions of them, but generally speaking, they were all derived from the eight most important runes.

They are: Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen and Dui; corresponding to heaven, earth, thunder, wind, water, fire, mountain and marsh respectively.

The eight hexagrams can deduce and explain everything in the heaven and earth.

The most commendable thing is that the Postnatal Eight Trigrams go from complex to simple. No matter what kind of qualifications a person has, he can first learn a few runes and use the deductive effect of these runes to judge when this disaster will come.

If someone practices some runes evolved from Li Gua, he can use them to deduce fire. Although it will be as difficult as other deductive techniques to the end, the entry conditions of the Postnatal Bagua are relaxed countless times, making it more suitable for human beings.

As the Eight Trigrams of the Later Heaven were perfected, humanity began to shake constantly. One strange rune after another appeared at the bottom of the river, expanding its size countless times again. But this was not the end. With the appearance of the Eight Trigrams of the Later Heaven, a loud shout was also heard from the distant Fengyan tribe.

"Humanity is supreme. Cang Jie is developing humanities today. From now on, humans will have their own writing system. Humanities can answer all the mysteries of the world!"

The prehistoric world was shaken again, but the Heaven did not bestow any merit. After all, whether it was the Eight Trigrams or humanities, in essence, they were just a kind of deductive secret technique and the emergence of writing.

Only when the secret art is deduced for the first time and characters are created, will Heaven bestow merit. Any subsequent actions will no longer cause merit to be bestowed, because this will not promote the development of the prehistoric world.

However, the Heavenly Dao remained silent on this, while the Human Dao praised it highly. However, it did not bestow merits on them. Instead, it condensed two supreme positions, one as the Emperor of Heaven and the other as the Teacher of Man.

Fuxi and Cangjie made great contributions to humanity, so humanity spontaneously accumulated two fruit positions for them, which can be said to be very fair.

This is also a conspiracy between Hengming and Nuwa, a conspiracy against other saints.

It is true that they have determined the position of the leader of the human race among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and humanity has also recognized this, but humanity will not recognize the so-called candidates for the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

If they want the people they choose to become the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, then they must make contributions to the human race and make humanity recognize their choice.

If they just pretended to do some superficial work, humanity would not have been able to achieve the status of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

The other saints knew this, but they could only swallow it in silence.

Cang Jie stood in the middle of the Fengyan tribe, looking at the awe-inspiring gazes of the people around him, smiled faintly, and said: "The sky and the earth are dark yellow, the universe is vast and wild, the sun and the moon are the emperors, and the queen is the eight trigrams..."

As Cangjie's voice spread, the people of the Fengyan tribe could not help but sing along with him. Countless smallpox fell from the sky, nourishing the bodies of these humans and spontaneously increasing their cultivation.

The demonic text carries supreme power, and naturally the humanities also possess the same power. What Cangjie sang is the scripture for becoming an immortal.

However, these scriptures for becoming immortals can only bring them immortal powers, but cannot bring them immortal longevity and spiritual attainments. Their lifespan is still only a hundred years, and they will still die when the time is up.

Fuxi, standing on Mount Tai, smiled faintly. At this moment, he had completely recovered his cultivation in his previous life. He could naturally see that Cangjie was the good corpse of Kunpeng, and Huaxu was a part of the mother energy of Doumu Yuanjun. In a sense, these two were both part of them, and being his teacher and mother was not an insult to him.

"After the Eight Trigrams of the Later Heaven came out, I, the Heavenly Emperor, should also abdicate, but the Supreme Lord Lao has not yet selected a candidate for the Earthly Emperor, so I will stay for a while."

Fuxi made up his mind, and with a flash of divine light under his feet, he instantly returned to the Fengyan tribe.

Although he has not yet conquered the entire human race, but with his contributions, humanity has also secured the position of emperor for him, and no one can interfere.

However, to be on the safe side, Fuxi decided to mobilize the people of the tribe and begin to recover the entire human race.

This process was naturally very easy. Not to mention that Fuxi had recovered all his cultivation, the immortality scriptures recited by Cangjie had already turned all the members of the Fengyan tribe into immortals.

With tens of millions of immortals fighting in all directions, how many tribes can stop such a large army?
The army of tens of millions of immortals can be considered a pretty good force when compared to the wizards and liches in their heyday. Although it is inferior in quality, it is still acceptable in quantity.

In just two days, the entire East China Sea coast surrendered to the Fengyan tribe, and most of the time was spent on traveling.

Finally, these tribal people were promoted to immortals by Cangjie, and continued to expand outward with an irresistible force.

Three years later, the entire human race was conquered and Fuxi was respected as the common leader of the human race, also called the Emperor of Heaven.

Just when Fuxi was wondering when to set off, Taishang Laojun finally selected his candidate.

That was Lieshan clan, also known as Shennong.

Of course, although he made a selection, Taishang Laojun did not let Fuxi directly pass the position of the leader of the human race to Shennong. After all, one has to eat one bite at a time. If he suppressed his opponent like this, Shennong might be crushed to death.

Shennong was very smart when he was young. Like Fuxi, he could speak when he was born and walk after a few days. He was born with supernatural powers and extraordinary wisdom. When he was three years old, an immortal who called himself the Great Master Xuandu took him in as his disciple.

This great master Xuandu is one of the most ancient ancestors of mankind, and was accepted as a direct disciple by the leader of the human religion. He has a great reputation among the human race. Although he is not as famous as Nuwa, Taishang Laojun, and the three ancestors of the human race, he is also a celebrity second only to these figures.

Such a fortuitous encounter immediately caused a stir among many tribes, with people discussing whether Shennong would be the next leader of the human race.

However, some members of the tribe had great confidence in their own family head. They believed that although Shennong was intelligent and had the same experience as Fuxi, he was still young after all. The emperor would not give such an important task to a young boy, so he would naturally choose a mature and steady person.

But at this tense moment, Shennong did something earth-shattering, which completely convinced countless human beings. His reputation was so high that he overwhelmed other candidates vying for the position of leader of the human race, forcing these candidates to admit that he was the well-deserved next leader of the human race.

That is, in addition to the three ways of collecting food: animal husbandry, hunting, and picking, Shennong invented another way to harvest the most food: planting.

(End of this chapter)