White Lotus Enlightenment in the Ancient World

Nuwa naturally remembered Xuangui, the unlucky creature used to stand upright against the sky and the earth.

However, she did not expect that Chang Yi could refine the origin of the black turtle, give birth to a three-legged golden toad, and even take him as his apprentice.

"There's not much to say about the flesh and blood of the black turtle, but there are a lot of mysteries on its shell."

Saying that, Chang Yi handed over the jade guide in his hand.

"The patterns on this object were rubbed from the shell of a black tortoise. They are exactly the same as the original patterns. I think little friend Fuxi must like them very much."

This hit home for Nuwa. Over the years, she always felt that she had been negligent and did not prevent her brother from suffering a disaster, and she felt extremely guilty.

She wouldn't care if he gave her some spiritual treasure, but if it was something Fuxi liked, she would treasure it even if it was a stone.

Holding Yugui at this moment, how could Nuwa, as a saint, not be able to see through the mystery? I burst into tears of gratitude for a moment, then became respectful again.

"Senior, I am determined. Nuwa will definitely be there if you need me in the future!"

Chang Yi quickly waved her hand to tell her not to worry.

"Fellow Taoist has immeasurable merits in making people saints. You and I are close friends, so there is no need to be so polite. Just take me to see Taoist Friend Fuxi."

The two chatted a lot along the way. After Chang Yi learned that Kunpeng had dedicated the Hetu Luoshu and the Demon Summoning Banner to Nuwa, he returned to Beiming to practice with peace of mind and no longer dared to participate in the prehistoric struggle.

But judging from Nuwa's happy look, Kunpeng must have suffered a lot.

"Although I know that my brother's calamity was due to calamity, that guy Kunpeng is really hateful. I knocked him down from the quasi-sage realm, and there is no possibility of him being promoted in this life."

Chang Yi only nodded after hearing this without making any comments.

He and Kunpeng actually had nothing to do with each other. He took the initiative to help with Hongyun's matter. He didn't care whether Kunpeng died or not.

The two walked and chatted into the inner city like ordinary friends. The soldiers who were in charge actually regarded the two as nothing. Chang Yi followed Nuwa directly to the palace hall.

At this moment, Fuxi was in the palace reviewing edicts sent from various places. Although they were minor matters related to people's livelihood, Fuxi still handled them personally and was very diligent.

When he saw the visitor, Fuxi didn't know Chang Yi's identity, but seeing the respectful look on his young sister's face, he already guessed that it was either Sanqing or the legendary Holy Master.

Not caring about getting dressed for a moment, he quickly got up and went down to the hall to pay his respects.

"Greetings, sir."

Fuxi was also a wonderful man, and when he said "Master", he took everything into consideration.

Chang Yi smiled and helped him up without any airs.

"Fellow Taoist, your demeanor is still the same. I wonder if the affairs of the junior high school are going smoothly?"

"Senior, I'm thinking about you. Now everything is fine. The demon clan has been restrained by the Holy Lord. The people's livelihood has recovered very well."

Chang Yi secretly smiled inwardly. Fuxi was testing his identity, but he didn't want to remain mysterious.

"I think my fellow Taoist sister has already explained the matter of the demon clan, so I won't go into details. I am here to arrange the extradition of the destined person from the Qingqiu Fox clan."

Immediately Chang Yi explained Qingqiu's arrangements in detail, and Fuxi naturally supported him strongly after hearing this.

"The master is very thoughtful. Under my rule, there are indeed countless human beings who have no chance of becoming immortals. If we can help the city-state through this, it will be a blessing for all generations."

Fuxi was very happy, but the young man in front of him shook his head after hearing this.

"After all, the human race is a race of ordinary people. If they get involved in the cultivation of the Immortal Sect, they may be destroyed. In addition, those in high positions regard the people as ants and no longer devote themselves to governing the country. There will be endless troubles."

Fuxi couldn't help but be startled when he heard this. Nuwa beside him already understood Chang Yi's thoughts and smiled to comfort his brother.

"Brother, what the senior said couldn't be more straightforward, but now that the world has been settled, you have the world's position as Taiyi. You can first stabilize the four directions and let the human race settle down. When everything is ready in the future, you can then give up the throne and go find it yourself. Wouldn’t it be beautiful to pursue the great road in a pure place?”

After all, Fuxi was reincarnated and re-cultivated. Only when Nuwa reminded him did he realize it. He even called himself Hutu and apologized to Chang Yi.

Then he waved his hand to his maid and ordered a banquet to be prepared.

For a while, there was a lot of singing and dancing, and some close ministers with good cultivation were also called to the palace by Fuxi, hoping that they could show their faces in front of the master so that they could be somewhat thin-faced in the future.

Although Chang Yi liked fireworks in the world, she didn't like such a lively scene, so she sat down for a while and left the hall.

But he had the highest status in the palace, and the banquet broke up as soon as he left. Fuxi did not dare to disturb the saint's rest, so he only found his younger sister to arrange various affairs.

After Chang Yi left the main hall, he returned to the small courtyard in the city alone. Fuxi wanted him to go into the inner city to rest, but Nuwa stopped him.

"The lunar sky is so beautiful, and there are countless fairies and maidens. Why do you need to have fun among the human race? Just don't disturb it. That's the best respect."

In this way, Fuxi no longer struggled, and concentrated on studying the inscriptions on the back of the tortoise shell on the jade gui, and for a moment he became fascinated.

After arranging Fuxi's affairs, Chang Yi continued to live an ordinary life. Unexpectedly, this return to nature would change his cultivation level.

It's not much of a change, it's more like a state, a change in mood.

Chang Yi thought for a moment and stopped thinking about it. She wanted to practice immortality to be free and at ease. Now she was very free and easy. Why should she fall into obsession for the sake of cultivation?

Unexpectedly, with this enlightenment, the pure white light in the soul would ripple again, breaking through several hidden shackles.

Chang Yi just smiled and stopped paying attention.

At this time, the people in the city still used shells for trading, but these shells were uniformly issued by Fuxi. Not only were they similar in size, but they were also printed with Fuxi's tribal totem.

The purchasing power of shells is very strong. One shell dollar can buy a sheep or a bag of food to satisfy hunger.

The inventor of this grain is not the Jiang clan leader who was given the detoxifying porcelain bowl by Chang Yi, but now people respectfully call him Shennong, and he is currently working under Fuxi.

Because shell dollars are scarce and their purchasing power is too strong, people also have their own currency, which is basically shells, but it is passed down from small countries around the world.

Although the purchasing power is low, it solves the problem of making change.

As for gold, silver and jade, their value is also recognized, but these things are more precious and cannot be used to make jewelry. How can they be used as currency?

Chang Yi went out to check out the wine shop this time, and she was ashamed to say that he and Nuwa, such powerful men as him, left without paying.

When he arrived at the door of the tavern, the manager was not angry at all when he saw him. Instead, he smiled and asked him how his last meal was and whether it tasted good.

Even Chang Yi, who had experienced several catastrophes, was also infected by his open-mindedness. Seeing this, he stopped mentioning the matter of settling the bill and looked at the shopkeeper's causal life string with a smile.

Different from the stories in various stories, this person has no disease or disaster, and lives for hundreds of years. He is a rare person with deep blessings.

Such Changyi did not impose any means to make him rich overnight. The human race not only pays attention to itself, but also the inheritance of the descendants of the descendants. In this way, he will be given a ray of immortal destiny. If this person's descendants have some destiny, they will be able to soar into the sky. .

So Chang Yi took a step forward and looked embarrassed.

"Shopkeeper, I am in a tight situation right now. This is the only stone I can get my hands on at the moment..."

After hearing this, the shopkeeper took it without even looking at it, and smiled to comfort Chang Yi.

"It doesn't matter, since it is a child's favorite thing, it must be a great treasure. How can one meal be enough? I must have another meal today!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to invite Chang Yi in. The boys on the side were dumbfounded.

"I asked, has the master got mad? It's obviously just a piece of broken stone, not a treasure."

An older man next to him held up a rag and shook him.

"What do you know? This young man looks extraordinary. If he becomes powerful in the future, the price of this meal will be hundreds of times higher!"