Chapter 37: The Wrath of Houtu

After learning about the witch man's practice of the witch clan's martial arts, Fei Lian's thoughts were mixed and disorderly, like a headless fly, at a loss.

Seeing this, Houtu frowned slightly, raised his plain hands like a jade-like man slightly, and a light shrouded Fei Lian. In an instant, it seemed like a sweet rain moistened the things. Fei Lian, who was in a mess, suddenly woke up from confusion.

"Thank you, Empress!"

Taoist heart was unstable, and Fei Lian almost fell into confusion for a temporary blow, secretly wiping the cold sweat, Fei Lian was still scared.

"Taojing is the foundation of practice. To stabilize the mind and understand the nature of the Tao, blindly pursue strong cultivation and ignore Taojing, you will only fall into a demonic obstacle and die."

How could Fei Lian not know what Houtu said? While understanding the truth, he still couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Empress, what should I do now in this situation? I hope Empress guides a clear path?"

"All the great ways are born from the mind. Before the saints arise, sentient beings practice all rely on their own understanding. Why do you fear?"

He glanced at Fei Lian in a faint way. Houtu was a little dissatisfied, but he just thought that Fei Lian was not firm in his mind and was afraid of the hard work of seeking the way.

Only by understanding one's own way can one be able to attain enlightenment and become a saint. How can one have a way to stand out in the way of others?

He opened his mouth and Fei Lian smiled bitterly. If he had time to wait, he would be willing to slowly pursue and explore a path that suits him, but the great catastrophe of the gods was about to be established and he had no time to wait.

Could it be that he would tell Houtu that he knew the development trend of the way of heaven. If he did not improve his strength quickly and became a god, he would have a risk of life?

Knowing that Houtu was already dissatisfied, Fei Lian still gritted his teeth and said, "Empress, can there be a ready-made martial art suitable?"

"Hmph! The rotten wood cannot be carved!"

Houtu raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily. When he brushed his sleeves, a gust of wind blew, it made a buzzing spontaneous turn. Fei Lian found that he had returned to his body, and the bronze statue of Houtu was still standing in front of him.

“Barred by the only possible organization?”

When touching the bronze statue of Houtu, Fei Lian found that the milky white light inside had dimmed, and the vivid feeling of the previous life also disappeared. He knew that Houtu should be in a rage and no longer paid attention to himself.

Fei Lian didn't know how Houtu contacted her before and created such an illusory space, but it would be easy to use her unpredictable ability.

But now...

With a deep sigh, Fei Lian turned the bronze statue into three inches in size, held it in the palm of his hand, and murmured to himself: "No matter what, I am still grateful to the Empress for the gifts to make up for the gap in my many knowledge of practicing Taoism!"

Putting away the bronze statue, Fei Lian thought about it and flashed into the yard. He sat on the stone bench withered, blew the cool night breeze, and looked at the night sky without moving, silent.

There is no anger or sadness, Fei Lian's heart is like an ancient well, without fluctuations, and he is not as angry as he was rejected by the saints.

In the lonely night sky, the stars flash and shine, deep and quiet.

The branches swayed, the night wind rustled, and the cold moonlight shone on Fei Lian, showing a face that was neither happy nor sad.

"The only thing that can be truly relied on in the world is yourself!"

Flashing her sleeves, Fei Lian let out a long sigh, her eyes returned to clearness, and her elegance was restrained. Looking at the wisp of golden light slightly exposed in the east, Fei Lian's long hair was flying, and she smiled at the corner of her mouth: "I firmly believe in my choice, I'm right!"

After sitting in the courtyard for several hours, Fei Lian was thinking about whether he was wrong. Since he knew that the gods were extremely dangerous, even if he could not seek immortals and ask for the Tao, he could live in a corner and live happily. As Houtu believed, there was no need to use the skills created by others to find a path that truly suited him.

Although there is little hope of proof, you can still slowly seek it, and there is no need to be a risk of life. Why do you have to be the muddy water of the gods?

However, after thinking lately, Fei Lian knew that he had not made a mistake. Even if he relied on the cognition of later generations, he could avoid the tribulation of the gods. What happened?

If you can escape for a while, you can't escape for a lifetime, and you will become an ant after all, and you will be dead and you will be unable to do anything to your own life and death!

Relying on the accumulation of time, one can attain enlightenment and become a saint. This statement is even more absurd. Most of the disciples under the saints have practiced for tens of millions of years, and saints have opened an altar to preach and taken many magical medicines. Have you ever seen someone attain enlightenment and become a saint?

The prehistoric world is extremely mysterious and the road to enlightenment is full of difficulties. Fei Lian does not know what kind of mystery is hidden, but he knows that the accumulation of time is bound to be an indispensable part of enlightenment and becoming a saint, but there must be another or more important factors that restrict a sentient being unable to realize enlightenment and become a saint.

Otherwise, those who are as powerful as Donghuang Taiyi, Kunpeng, Zhen Yuanzi, Styx, etc., have long been sages. Why are they still in the realm of quasi-saints for many years?

Perhaps the Hongmeng purple qi, which has always been the foundation of enlightenment, is the key. Only with the Hongmeng purple qi can you achieve the Hunyuan Taoist Fruit.

However, based on the perception of the way of heaven by the "Dao Eye" is confused and there is no question of any spy, it gives Fei Lian a vague intuition: the Hongmeng purple qi is not the key to achieving enlightenment and sainthood!

In this way, what is the key to enlightenment and sanctification?

Merit!

Looking at the current six saints and Hongjun Daozu, they only realized the truth and became saints after obtaining infinite merits, and there must be a hidden secret of heaven.

Fei Lian speculated that when a person's merit increased to a certain level, some mysterious changes would occur, and it was this change that enabled the seven people in the Xuanmen to attain enlightenment and become saints.

As for the relationship between this mysterious change and the Hongmeng purple qi, Fei Lian could not guess for a while. He could only wait for the opportunity to resolve the doubts.

In any great disaster in heaven and earth, there must be merits of countless disasters. For example, when assisting King Shou as the crown prince before, Fei Lian was happy to obtain merits from heaven.

"The witch conquered the gods and sought merits, and protected their lives and sought to prove the truth!"

Fei Lian said to himself that he became more clear about his future plans. Since his strength cannot be improved rapidly for a while, he seeks merits to protect himself.

People who are surrounded by great merits are often quite concerned about others and dare not easily get involved in cause and effect, so as to avoid karma retribution.

Therefore, Fei Lian decided to find a suitable technique to improve his Taoism before the God of Enlightenment is truly opened, while seeking merits and protecting himself.

"How to seek merit...hehe!"

With a little smile, Fei Lian brushed his sleeves and then left the mansion and walked out.

At the same time, in the Jiuyou Underworld, in the Pingxin Palace, Houtu was white-clothed like snow, frowned, and sighed, he withdrew his mind and said to himself: "The great catastrophe of heaven and earth is coming, and the period of revival of the witch clan has arrived. It is not in vain that I was in jail for tens of millions of years, but I am alone. If I interfere with this great catastrophe of heaven and earth, if I get the attention of those six guys, it will be a big problem."

The way of heaven is the most important, and any race will leave a glimmer of hope. The three Kaitian tribes have people who carry the mission of racial resurrection, but how could there be no witch clan? Houtu, who is confined to the Nine Netherworlds and no longer has the body of the ancestor witch, is the person who carries the mission of racial resurrection.

"But if it is allowed to develop, even after the great catastrophe, the witch clan will recover again, but it will only end there and cannot be said to be powerful."

After pondering for a long time, Houtu pondered to himself: "Maybe, by utilizing his hand, maybe he might have achieved greater benefits for the witch clan, but..."

Thinking of Fei Lian, Houtu felt a little more thoughtful, and the palace of Pingxin fell into a silence.
Chapter completed!