Indian mythology, the Emperor of Heaven is not working today

Brahma's old brows frowned slightly, showing worry.

"Indra is practicing hard now, Vishnu may be anxious!"

"why is that?"

The goddess Sarashivadi tilted her head, a trace of doubt flashed in her bright eyes.

Vishnu is the protector of the world, one of the three gods. Even if the emperor of heaven is doing penance, it has nothing to do with Vishnu.

Brahma shook his head and blinked at his wife, his eyes shining with wisdom.

"Don't forget the curse of Immortal Wuyi!"

The Way of Brahma.

After a word of advice from Brahma, Sarasvati, the goddess of wisdom, immediately understood the trick.

She was in the Brahma world, looking at the ocean of milk beneath the three realms.

Sure enough, on the snake bed that holds the world, Vishnu has lost a figure beside him.

"I understand, his wife Lakshmi is the goddess of wealth and auspicious goddess. The immortal cursed the gods to lose their wealth and luxury. As a symbol of wealth, Lakshmi also disappeared from Vishnu's side."

The goddess Sarashivadi was holding the crested harp and suddenly realized.

Brahma nodded.

"The three-phase god cannot come at will, otherwise it will cause fluctuations in the world. This is contrary to the responsibility of the protector of the world. He must have a certain cause and effect before he can leave. This requires the Emperor Indra and the gods to invite him, but now The Emperor of Heaven is practicing hard..."

"Vishnu must be very distressed!"

Brahma's mouth curled up slightly.

"Husband, why do I think you are gloating?"

The beautiful eyes of the goddess Sarashivadi moved slightly, looking sideways at Brahma, and smiled softly.

"I'm not, I didn't, you got it wrong!"

Brahma turned his head, rolled his eyes, looked away, and muttered.

…

Above the endless ocean of milk.

This is the sea of ​​all things, the source of everything, and the foundation of the world. The three realms are all on the sea of ​​milk.

The Thousand-headed Snake King Shesha is bent into a coil, and its huge body is billions of miles long and stretches endlessly. As a snake bed, it carries Vishnu, the protector of the world.

At this time, Shesha, the king of the thousand-headed snake, stuck out his tongue in a panic, his tail was helpless and stirred up huge waves, and his thousand heads looked at his Lord Vishnu.

"Lord, why did the mistress suddenly disappear?"

Shesha asked.

"Don't rush!"

Vishnu lay on his side on the giant snake and smiled faintly.

He is not in a hurry!

No rush at all!

He naturally knew that the goddess of wealth was affected by the curse and sank into the sea of ​​milk, but the curse was cast with the power of penance, and he could not forcefully break it.

The only solution for now is to let the gods regain their power.

As the protector of the world, he naturally has a way to restore the power of the gods. He has even thought of the plan and reviewed it in his mind several times.

That is churning the ocean of milk!

Affected by the immortal's curse, many treasures returned to the Milky Sea. He would call the gods and ask the gods to stir up the many treasures transformed by the divine power by churning the Milky Sea.

Indra, the Emperor of Heaven, is doing penance, won't he come out to find him?

Not urgent!

He really knew Indra too well, he was just arrogant and arrogant, fierce on the outside but weak on the inside.

The most important thing is that if you are used to enjoying happiness, you will not be able to endure hardship at all.

When Indra's hard work becomes unbearable, he will naturally come to him. He just needs to wait.

Vishnu smiled, held his chin with one hand, slowly closed his eyes, and slept on his side.

Seeing that Lord Vishnu was not in a hurry, the thousand-headed snake king Shesha felt a little relieved.

"The Lord has a certain destiny in his heart. Maybe this is the Lord's [Lira]!"

Lira is drama.

All things and phenomena are in the hands of the Three-Phase God. Maybe the disappearance of the mistress is the Lord’s lira, just a little fun to reunite after a long separation.

As Shesha thought this, the snake's tail that was originally waving anxiously became silent in the sea of ​​milk.

…

Ah hoo~

Vishnu yawned slowly, his star-like eyes slowly opened, staring at the vast ocean of milk.

"Shesha!"

"How many years have I slept!"

Vishnu asked.

"Lord, you have been sleeping for five hundred years!"

Shesha lowered his snake head and responded.

To the gods, time is the least valuable thing, and five hundred years is nothing more than a nap.

but……

"Five hundred years..." Vishnu blinked and muttered, and then asked: "Didn't Indra come?"

"No!"

Shesha's thousand heads shook and he responded honestly.

"..."

"No, Indra really didn't come!"

Vishnu was startled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately looked towards the heaven.

The world of heaven has become even more shabby!

The heavenly realm filled with pure holy energy is about to become completely like the human realm, dilapidated and dilapidated.

The gods are also weaker!

Vishnu looked at the Temple of the Emperor of Heaven and saw a mighty force of penance rushing out, turning into blue lightning, hesitating. It shows a scene of vigorous vitality and vigorous growth of all things.

"He is really practicing hard!"

Vishnu was stunned and frowned.

The time of hard training can be calculated in hundreds and thousands of years, and there are even ten thousand years of hard work.

If his wife Lakshmi wants to come back, isn’t it a long shot?

Vishnu frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, his eyebrows relaxed, and he already had a solution.

As long as he tells Indra that he has a way to restore the power of the gods, Indra will definitely bring the gods to him, and then Goddess Lakshmi can come back.

"Garuda!"

Vishnu spoke softly, calling the names of his followers.

Garuda! Garuda! Garuda!

The faint voice resounded above the Milky Sea, echoing layer by layer, and spread into the three realms, layer upon layer for billions of miles, reaching far and wide.

Garuda!

Golden-winged Dapeng!

He is also the son of Rishi Kasyapa and a loyal follower of Vishnu!

"The Lord is calling me!"

Garuda's eyes flashed.

He flapped his wings, whipping up the rolling wind, and the black wind filled the sky, as if eternal night had fallen, passing over the Three Breasts Sea.

Uh-huh!

With his huge wings covering the sky and the sun, Garuda flew above the Milky Sea, leaving a thick shadow like a dark night. In the endless waves that filled the sky, he saw his Lord Vishnu.

"Praise be to Lord Vishnu!"

Garuda clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and then raised his head to look up to his Lord in reverence.

hehe!

With a smile on his face, Vishnu sat on the snake bed and looked at his followers lovingly.

He is not like Brahma. All his followers are Asuras. Asuras will ignore Brahma after completing their penance!

There are thousands of believers, but only half of them believe in him.

"Garuda, on my orders, go to the heaven and tell the gods that I have a way to lift their curse and let them come to the Milk Sea to see me!"

Vishnu spoke softly.

Garuda looked at the Lord in front of him, immersed in the joy of meeting the Lord, and did not even realize that his mistress, Goddess Lakshmi, had disappeared.

After hearing Vishnu's order, he was stunned for a moment before quickly answering.

"Obey the Lord!"

Garuda said.

As a golden-winged roc, he is extremely fast and can travel through the three realms like playing among branches without any difficulty.

Not long after, he spread his wings and arrived in heaven.

Uh-huh!

Garuda transformed into a god-man with two wings on his back.

His hair was messy, and a gold ring was placed on his forehead. He tied his black hair behind his back, revealing a heroic face, and his golden armor shone brightly.

Garuda looked at the heaven in astonishment, wondering if he had taken the wrong path and arrived at a certain village in the human world.

The light and floating sea of ​​clouds turned into rotting mud. The luxurious palace was no longer there, but instead there were crumbling straw houses, as if he could blow away these houses with a wave of his wings.

The handsome faces of the Gandharvas who serve the gods are also covered with dust, and their skin is rough and sallow.

"The good heaven has turned into this!"

"It's all Indra's fault!"

Garuda reacted and clenched his fists with an angry look on his face.

Angry!

Garuda was angry!