The First Sword of the Earth

At ten o'clock in the evening, Mu Wanxuan sat up slowly rubbing her long hair, and Wang Sheng, who was practicing the flying sword, immediately opened his eyes.

"Senior Sister?"

Although the lights in the room were not turned on, everyone was a cultivator in the Void Core Realm, so it was not a problem with night vision.

"meal……"

The senior sister yawned in a daze.

Wang Sheng immediately smiled and said, "It's all done, let's go and eat."

"Hey!"

Mu Wanxuan regained her spirits immediately, her diamond and star-like eyes were full of light, she turned over and stood up immediately.

She prepared half of the New Year's Eve dinner before, which is quite hearty!

"Senior sister, put on your clothes first."

Mu Wanxuan blinked, turned around quickly, casually called her sweater, and put it on her body neatly...

Wang Sheng got up and turned on the light in the room, and the senior sister smoothed out her long hair with her fingers; it is very simple for a cultivator to do his long hair, nourished by true energy, black and soft.

When she was almost done tidying up, Wang Sheng opened the door, and the smell of food mixed with the smell of burning incense rushed towards his face.

As soon as she went out, Mu Wanxuan turned to the left and went straight to the table full of freshly heated meals; while Wang Sheng turned to the right to look into the living room.

My father had already hung up the two-meter-wide "divine figure map", set up a small table, lit two candles, placed rich offerings and incense burners on the table, and placed a table in front of the divine figure picture. Photos of deceased grandparents and great-grandparents.

This map of gods that has been widely circulated in the past two years is quite interesting.

The gods painted on it are similar to the orthodox classification of Taoist gods, and also like a collection of various folk legends.

The composition is from Lingxiao Palace to Nantianmen, and at the top are three old gods with only a few strokes, that is the Patriarch of Sanqing.

Sanqing sat upright in the clouds and mist above the Lingxiao Palace, and it seemed that he had only been mentioned a few words, but he conveyed the respect and respect of the person who made the map of the gods.

Don't dare to paint too much with mundane pen and ink.

Under the Sanqing,

There are still a few figures behind the Lingxiao Palace, and there are dozens of figures on both sides of the Lingxiao Palace, either fairies or heavenly generals, but most of them are only hidden in the clouds and mist, and cannot be seen in detail.

The most detailed composition is the Lingxiao Palace, surrounded by clouds and pillars, in which sits a majestic emperor. The portrait of the emperor is quite large and the most conspicuous, which is the "God" in folk worship. Influenced by "Journey to the West", this portrait resembles the image of the "Jade Emperor" often seen on TV.

On the side is written the title, which is indeed the Jade Emperor.

There is a seven-colored throne beside the Jade Emperor, on which sits a graceful female deity, with an appellation on the side, which is "Queen Mother", which has a strong color of folklore.

Below the Emperor of Heaven are four gods dressed in imperial robes, whose stature is nearly half smaller than the portrait of the Emperor of Heaven. They are Emperor Ziwei, Emperor Changsheng, Emperor Gochen, and Emperor Houtu. .

Under the four emperors are the five emperors of the five directions, namely the Eastern Qing Emperor, the Southern Red Emperor, the Central Yellow Emperor, the Western White Emperor, and the Northern Black Emperor.

Before the Four Emperors and Five Emperors rank among the immortals, except for the Heavenly Emperor, they are the most conspicuous, and below them are several rows of gods, including the Four Great Celestial Masters, the Five Qi True Monarchs, the Big Dipper Seven Monarchs, and the Southern Dipper Six Monarchs. Twenty-eight mansions, eight immortals, etc., as well as many heavenly soldiers and generals the size of fingernails.

In short, whoever has a high status and a god position here will have a 'bigger' portrait.

This represents the difference in enjoying incense offerings.

My ancestor is one of the Eight Immortals, because the Eight Immortals are "loose immortals" in myths and legends, and they are only enjoyed by name in the heavenly court, so their position in the image of the gods is not conspicuous.

There is also a composition under the Nantianmen.

Wang Sheng took two steps back and looked down, only to see a little cloud and mist shrouded under the Nantian Gate, and a small area below it, listing the gods of the underworld.

Wang Sheng watched for a while with his hands behind his back, Taoist disciples must worship Sanqing, especially the Patriarch.

Although the patriarch is a bit lost on the top...

Seeing that the incense was almost burnt out, Wang Sheng took three sticks of incense, lit them on the candle, bowed respectfully, and inserted the three sticks of incense into the incense burner.

The father's laughter came from the side: "It's not good to offer incense like this, you have to kowtow! It won't work if you don't kowtow!"

Wang Sheng nodded, and kowtowed to the ancestors of Sanqing and Mantian gods. Maybe in the future, when Feixian sees these ancestors, he can make up red envelopes for himself...

Wang Sheng knelt down and kowtowed three times, "God three ghosts four", this is particular.

He raised his head and was about to stand up when he suddenly felt something strange caught in his spiritual thoughts.

He stood up, frowned and stared at the image of the god, and then stared at the wisps of white smoke. It seemed that through the white smoke, he really saw a treasure hall, but when he took a closer look, it was still just a machine-printed portrait...

Are you really alive?

That's right, the road to practice is now clear, and these gods who passed down the way of practice definitely existed in theory.

Whether they are the 'humans' who were the first to discover the method of cultivation and become immortals, or the 'gods' who have come to the earth to enlighten the ancients, they must have existed on the earth.

Wang Sheng turned his head to look at the three bosses who had already started to move their chopsticks, smiled helplessly, and did not wait for him.

"Senior sister, come and pay your respects too, there is our patriarch above."

"Oh!" Senior Sister reluctantly left the dining table, ran over with her slippers on, and kowtowed three times in front of the statue with quick movements.

Wang Sheng, who has been staring at the statue of the god, felt it carefully. He wanted to feel whether the "power of incense" really existed. However, this time he was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat...

When the senior sister kowtowed, there was indeed a faint but real spiritual fluctuation in the curling white smoke, which seemed to be the wish of the senior sister.

This should be the power of incense, but it is very weak.

However, Wang Sheng, who sensed the power of incense and was about to feel it carefully, suddenly saw in the clouds and mists beside the Lingxiao Palace, an "unnamed fairy" drawn with a few strokes seemed to come alive. There were only two strokes. The eyes that were pointed out seemed to be looking out, and it fell on me and my senior sister!

In an instant, the hairs on Wang Sheng's body stood on end, he almost subconsciously grabbed the senior sister's arm and pulled her up to protect him behind him.

But everything was like an illusion again, Wang Sheng's fingers trembled slightly, the statue of the god was still there, and the portrait of the unknown female fairy that appeared strangely just now was no different.

White smoke curled up and was sucked away by the side exhaust fan without any fluctuation.

"Um?"

A small hand stretched out from behind and landed on Wang Sheng's forehead; Wang Sheng turned his head and smiled at his senior sister, then frowned and looked at the nameless fairy on the map of the gods for a while.

The more he looked at it, Wang Sheng always felt that this female fairy seemed inexplicably familiar...

"Dad, where did you buy this map of gods?"

"A colleague at work bought it wholesale, and bought it for a few dozen yuan," Dad Wang replied with a smile, "Come and eat, and study after eating. This is a big Chinese New Year."

Mu Wanxuan dragged Wang Sheng to the dining table and pushed him on the chair; the New Year's Eve dinner is the most important thing today, and everything else is trivial.

Wang Sheng ran to the living room again, took a photo of the god map with his mobile phone, searched the Internet, found no information, and sent another photo to Mou Yue.

Soon, Mou Yue replied: 'For those who celebrate the New Year, Wang Daochang doesn't even say Happy New Year. '

Wang Sheng quickly typed four words: 'Happy New Year. '

'Pfft, happy...what's the matter? '

Mou Yue's news came back quickly: "This is the enshrined picture that has become popular in the past two years. It seems that I have heard someone mention it. Is there any problem with this picture, Mr. Wang?" '

'Check out who is behind this map of gods. I don't understand the power of incense, but it does exist. Don't be used by evil cultivators. '

Wang Sheng was worried about this.

A few minutes later, Mou Yue's news came back, first she sent an embarrassing emoji, and then she gave a simple explanation.

This map of enshrined gods is officially promoted, otherwise it would not be possible to spread to all parts of Dahua within two years.

Mou Yue did not explain the specific reason, but only said that it seemed to be doing some research.

Research?

Did it come from the research institute? Those big guys have already started to study the power of incense?

Wang Sheng heaved a sigh of relief, it wasn't just evil cultivators making trouble.

Feeling that his father looked at him harshly, Wang Sheng hurriedly threw the phone aside, picked up the fat house happy water in front of him, and said with a smile:

"Happy New Year!"

Parents and senior sister toasted together, parents yelled "Happy New Year", and senior sister yelled "Happy", pretending to be in it.

Then Wang Sheng blinked, "Mom, can you drink carbonated drinks?"

The mother, whose mentality has been kept in a youthful state, smiled guiltyly, "A little bit, a little bit."

"It's Chinese New Year, your mother is not a prisoner, why can't you drink it?" A middle-aged uncle taught a lesson, and Wang Sheng hurriedly bowed his head to eat.

The home address is evident.

...

same moment.

In the hinterland of Dahua Kingdom, inside a hollowed-out mountain, hundreds of meters underground, is the headquarters of the ‘Cultivation Research Institute’.

The harsh siren sounded everywhere, and a group of middle-aged and elderly researchers in white coats rushed to the bottom of the research institute full of excitement at this moment.

In the center of the vast field full of precision instruments, in the vertically placed isolation enclosure, the "Moon Female Corpse" that had been quiet for several years suddenly changed, and its long hair kept fluttering.

The isolation cover around her can completely block the vitality, but at this moment, there are a few cracks in the isolation cover, and strong winds gather towards the isolation cover from all directions, constantly squeezing the isolation cover.

An old man in a wheelchair shouted: "She is about to wake up again! Quick! Open the isolation cover quickly! Don't trap her, open the passage to the outside!"

Someone immediately retorted: "Deputy director, the air force outside is not ready yet, what if she flies away directly? Who can take responsibility for this?"

"We can't trap her..."

As soon as the old man in the wheelchair finished speaking, the isolation cover suddenly shattered, and gusts of vitality surged in, and seven-color fairy lights immediately appeared around the woman's body! Remember the URL of this site, www. biquxu. Com, convenient for reading next time, or Baidu input " ", you can enter this site