Chapter 423: Demon Clan, Ancestral Witch
"Do you want merit?"
Chen Zhu glanced at Taohou, the sound was only audible to the two of them.
"Yes, of course I do!"
How could Taohou refuse? Everyone knows the benefits of merit, and he wants merit even in his dreams.
Before, when I was weak, I might not have been able to perceive any use for it, but now with the Heavenly Dao, it is completely different!
That is really beneficial.
Taohou stared at Chen Zhu with his eyes wide open, and the burning gaze made him feel a little unbearable.
"Don't look at me like that. Do you see these monsters?"
He pointed at the ignorant monsters and said, "You should teach them etiquette and how to live in the Sun Palace in the future. But there is one thing you must remember."
Chen Zhu pointed at these little demons. Their voices were encrypted and the little demons didn't know what they were saying. Their eyes were full of confusion.
"You can be their teacher, but you must escape within a kalpa and you are not allowed to come to the Sun Palace or the Heavenly Palace again."
Taohou's expression became solemn.
The silence didn't last long. He said, "Okay!" with an "I understand" look.
Chen Zhu felt that Taohou didn’t understand.
But he thought that as long as the result was the same, it didn't matter, so he turned and left: "You teach them well, don't come to me if you have any problems, go to Di Jun in the Sun Palace."
Another burden was put down.
Chen Zhu was very happy and thought that he was born to be a cultivator and did not like the complications of the mundane world.
"Well, now that my brother is gone, I will seriously train you guys!"
Taohou's face turned stern, and the Taotie's aura was released, scaring all the monsters so much that they dared not move.
This is the pressure from the bloodline of the superior, and it is related to Tao.
"Yes, Not Bad."
Taohou was very satisfied with this: "From now on, I will teach you how to practice and understand everything in the Heavenly Palace."
He recalled his brother's words, and realized that what he was doing now was directly related to merit.
Since he was asked to teach these little demons, the better he taught, the more merits he would gain in the end.
My brother would never lie to him!
He has already started thinking about what to teach.
"Come."
Taohou's body shook, and thousands of lines could be seen within it. It was actually the incense body that was once cast by the Taiping Tianling.
Previously, he was one of the creator gods of the Titan clan. Later, the three clans fought each other, and the Qiankun Cauldron refined the heaven and earth, and the Titan clan was also destroyed.
Even if Patriarch Yanlu recreated the Titans now, they would still not be as good as the Titans of the past.
Far away.
Taohou is confident that under the influence of this clay sculpture, his brother's eyes will definitely light up!
Suddenly, he discovered that there was a little demon that was not afraid of his pressure at all. Although it was lying on the ground, it was still looking around curiously.
"Hey, little guy, what's your name?"
He became interested and asked about the monster with a dragon head and a human body among the little monsters.
This little demon has some dragon blood in him, but unfortunately it is not very strong.
"My lord, my name is Ji Meng!"
The little demon's answer seemed neither humble nor arrogant, and he indeed did not show too much fear.
What a seedling.
Taohou became interested and looked him up and down: "Interesting, you can just call me teacher from now on."
"is teacher."
Ji Meng answered seriously.
But his next sentence was: "What is a teacher?"
When Taohou heard this question, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.
Is my brother afraid of trouble and deceiving himself?
Impossible! I would never deceive myself!
He strengthened his belief, forgot the pain after his wound healed, and began to teach these little demons how to practice.
Jianmu arrived at the Demon Court directly from the prehistoric land, and all the demons from all directions in the prehistoric land were moving towards Jianmu.
The figures of little demons kept flashing above Jianmu, and the path each little demon took was different.
Some monsters, by flapping their wings along the Jianmu tree, reached the sun from the ancient times.
There are also some monsters that have been afraid for tens of thousands of years, but the sun is still out of reach.
Some monsters even looked at the sun above their heads and found that it seemed to be getting smaller.
Then what the hell is that...
Compared with its bustling scene, Mount Buzhou seems much quieter.
The powerful people on the mountain discovered that the suppression of the Dao rules on Mount Buzhou had dissipated too much, and many secret realms that had been hidden for a long time were also revealed.
A powerful man found a banana tree in it.
There should have been four leaves on the banana tree, but the old leaves were gone and only two new leaves were left.
The mighty man laughed heartily with great joy: "This treasure is meant to be mine. It's fate, it's fate!"
He picked off two banana leaves, and the remaining banana tree roots withered completely.
Because the divine energy and Taoist rhyme on Mount Buzhou are no longer sufficient to provide it with nutrients.
Inside the mountain, as Pangu Temple fell into complete silence, eleven drops of essence and blood transformed into human forms one after another.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly…
There seemed to be a bell ringing, and twelve figures walked out of the bell!
"call……"
With a long sigh, as if a giant had woken up, it was Dijiang who stood up.
Soon after, Gonggong, Zhurong and others woke up one by one. They were the twelve "acquired innate gods" among the heaven and earth, transformed from Pangu's essence and blood.
Pangu's primordial spirit turned into the Three Pure Ones, and his essence and blood no longer contained his primordial spirit.
This is the origin of the ancestor witch.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches should have known it from birth, but they had no souls and their memories were still stuck at the stage of their newborn years.
"You guys are awake..."
In Pangu Palace, Chen Zhu's voice slowly sounded.
The twelve ancient witches raised their heads at the same time and looked over there.
"who are you?"
Dijiang asked cautiously, he was the first ancestor witch born and had the responsibility to protect his younger brothers and sisters!
"He's supposed to be the one protecting us."
At this moment, Zhu Jiuyin, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, spoke.
Without waiting for Dijiang to ask again, the voice continued: "Yes, I am your protector."
There were footsteps spreading out from the Ancestral Witch Temple, and Chen Zhu revealed his true appearance step by step.
"When Pangu died, he asked me to take good care of you. Seven immeasurable kalpas have passed, and finally... finally you have awakened."
Chen Zhu's face could not be seen clearly, and he looked as if in chaos.
Di Jiang was shocked, but still stood in front of his brother and sister-in-law.
"Brothers and sisters, this person is just talking nonsense. I think..."
“I think we can trust him.”
Zhu Jiuyin continued, "If he wanted to harm us, he would have done it long ago, and would not have waited until now."
Emperor Jiang looks back:
"Um……"
"Um……"
If they didn't share the same blood, he would have already suspected that Zhu Jiuyin was the person on the other side. Why did he always talk to this person of unknown origin?
Although Dijiang was not born with knowledge, he did have a lot of basic wisdom.
"He's right."
Chen Zhu nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't watch you for too long. I'm...about to die."
He exuded the air of old age, like a wild beast whose life was about to end.
This made the ancient witches look shocked.
"what happened to you?"
Hou Tu's eyes showed concern: "We can help you."
"Jumang, give him some vitality."
Chen Zhu shook his head: "No need, I know my own situation. Besides... I don't want to live anymore."
He shook his head: "It's been too long. I finally waited for the day when you wake up."
The ancient witches...fell into silence, the joy of their new birth being diluted.
"Next, I'm going to teach you something."
Chen Zhu put his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards the outside of Buzhou Mountain: "Follow me."
His back was a little hunched, and he seemed to be really about to die.
Di Jiang followed Chen Zhu solemnly.
He is the eldest brother. The awakening times of the ancestor witches are different, so they are naturally arranged according to the first come first served.
Among them, Hou Tu is the smallest and Di Jiang is the largest.
The Ancestral Witch had a huge body, but he still walked out of Mount Buzhou in just three days.
Three days later, on a large flowing field at the foot of the mountain, Chen Zhu slowly closed the book.
“This… is the story of the ugly duckling.”
"You must be like the ugly duckling and know that you are born special. Even if you are not as good as others now, you will definitely be better than others in the future."
The ancient witches nodded one after another.
They felt that the guardian was right.
"Okay, that's all for today's story. Tomorrow we'll talk about the Lilliputians, who are a species of creatures much smaller than us. They're very interesting."
"Guardian, can't you please talk to us today?"
Xuan Ming grabbed Chen Zhu's hand and said fiercely:
"What if you suddenly die and don't live to see tomorrow? Wouldn't we never hear from you again?"
Chen Zhu: ...
He glanced at Xuan Ming. His character was about to die, but he wouldn't die suddenly, right?
Children's words have no restraints, children's words have no restraints.
Chen Zhu's face turned serious: "If you tell me one more, you won't have enough time to practice!"
His appearance made Xuan Ming choke back his mouth, and he went to practice angrily.
She walked to a river, swam down the mountain, and held on to the mountain with her hands.
"rise!"
With a loud shout, Xuan Ming began to do squats.
This is the daily practice of the Ancestral Witches. Their bodies are already strong enough, formed from the essence and blood of the Father God, and their potential is terrifying.
Every day's growth is actively fed by the Dao of Heaven, which not only makes the Dao complete, but also captures all the charm of Mount Buzhou.
Chen Zhu did not teach them any cultivation techniques. The way of heaven would guide them, but the techniques would limit the ancient witches.
So, he simply taught these ancient witches how to cultivate their bodies.
The next day, Chen Zhu began to tell the story of Lilliput.
As he spoke, the fairy tale turned into Taoist texts, and as the ancient witches listened, their bodies actually became smaller and smaller.
But they didn't seem to notice, they were listening intently.
"Okay, go practice, I'll tell you about Ye Fan's battle with Ultraman tomorrow."
In this way, year after year, day after day, Chen Zhu invested a lot of effort in these ancient witches.
Gradually, they didn't want Chen Zhu to die anymore.
Because one night, Chen Zhu was sleeping soundly, Ju Mang came to him quietly, grabbed his hand, and injected the vitality of the Wood Dao into him.
I didn't leave until I was exhausted and sweating.
They lived in Pangu Temple, but because it was troublesome and the ancient witches were not used to the darkness in Buzhou Mountain, they were carried out by Zhurong and Gonggong.
Outside Pangu Temple, the eleven ancient witches looked at Ju Mang anxiously.
"How is it? Is the Guardian feeling better?"
"I do not know."
Ju Mang shook his head blankly: "I lost a lot of vitality, he should be able to live longer."
But Ju Mang was unsure because there was no change in Chen Zhu.
Well... there are some changes.
Chen Zhu rubbed his hands quietly.
Ju Mang didn't know how hard to use his attack, and the Ancestral Witch's physical body was squeezing his hand with all its might. Fortunately it was him, because if it were anyone else, even a congenital god would not be able to withstand it.
But Ju Mang was a really nice kid. He squeezed himself till there was nothing left. If he were an ordinary person, he should have been saved.
But Chen Zhu must "die".
When he has taught them everything he should, he can only let these ancient witches live on their own and it is time to let go.
So, the next day he walked out of Pangu Temple with a head full of white hair.
Hou Tu was the first to discover it, and immediately screamed, "Guardian, your hair..."
"what happened?"
Chen Zhu casually rolled the silver thread behind him and said nonchalantly:
"I'm dying, this is normal."
He pointed at the vast land and said, "For those creatures that are about to die of old age, the Dao on their bodies will dissipate, and the colorful Dao on their hair will also dissipate."
Now, the ancient witches fell into a rare silence.
"Okay, today we're going to talk about the clever little frog."
Start as usual.
But today's ancient witches are no longer as noisy as before.
After he left, Di Jiang sighed:
"The Guardian's memory is also beginning to fade. He clearly told us yesterday that he was going to tell us about Ye Fan's battle against Ultraman."
"Yeah..." Ju Mang felt the worst. He lowered his head and blamed himself: "It's all my fault. I'm useless."
"It's not your fault."
Hou Tu shook her head and said, "Remember the Gray Wolf in the story? We must be more courageous with every setback. As long as we try every day, we will eventually find a way!"
Everyone nodded seriously!
The next day, the guardian's health became worse.
He would feel the heat of the day and sweat profusely.
Xuan Ming pulled dark clouds for Chen Zhu out of pity, causing hail to fall from the sky.
At night, Zhu Rong lit the Nanming Lihuo to prevent Chen Zhu from being frozen to death.
On the third day, Xizi and Qiangliang worked together to disperse the natural disaster, fearing that it would disturb Chen Zhu's health.
On the fourth day, Hou Tu and Ru Shou found food together. The guardian who told them stories began to need to eat to maintain his strength and could no longer obtain divine power from heaven and earth.
His health was getting worse day by day, and he was losing weight every day.
Since the guardian was unable to move, Dijiang folded the space for him.
When he couldn't sleep, Shebisi lit some calming incense for him.
Tian Wu will use wind to bring help to Chen Zhu.
Children who grow up with fairy tales are kind after all.
Until one day, Chen Zhu was lying in Pangu Temple, unable to get up, and even speaking required him to use up all his strength.
"Come here."
He began to tell a story as usual.
"Today, I want to talk to you about love..."
There was no further words and silence fell in Pangu Hall.
Dijiang raised his head tremblingly and looked at the body above.
Light entered Pangu Temple and the body dissipated like foam.
"like……"
Dijiang murmured: "What is love?"
They could not get the answer, as the answer seemed to have disappeared with the death of the guardian.
There was an imperceptible sigh in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes.
Everyone has to learn to lose, and the departure of the guardian can solve many problems.
But he himself couldn't find the answer to love.
Perhaps, this is also the answer that all the innate gods and natural saints in the prehistoric world need to find. They were born without father or mother, and have never felt anything, so how can they talk about love?
Zhu Jiuyin said at this time: "We can't fall into sadness, we need to find love ourselves..."
His words gave the ancient witches renewed confidence.
"Yeah, go find it! We can find the answer!"
"The guardian has left, but we can continue the story."
"Lao Jiu is right."
But they don’t know that what Chen Zhu taught is all kindness and nothing evil.
When the ancient witches came into contact with the cruel primitive world, problems naturally arose, and the seeds of conflict had already been planted.
(End of this chapter)