White Lotus Enlightenment in the Ancient World

As the saying goes, a day in the sky lasts a thousand years on the earth.

After the reconstruction of Heaven began, the speed of time in Heaven was different from that of the other two realms. This was the result of the luck of the three realms.

Although it has not yet reached the level of a thousand years, it still exists within a few hundred years.

After Chang Yi arranged the heavenly stems and earthly branches properly, he specially sent someone to tell Fuxi. With his power in the human race, it was only a matter of time before this method spread throughout the world.

After thousands of years of governance by Fuxi, the current human race has completely broken away from the primitive state, and there are no longer primitive tribes that drink blood from their hair.

Shennong even expanded the Baicao Jing given by Chang Yi several times. However, as the aura of the ancient times declined, some ancient herbs could only be found in the treasure troves of immortal gods.

"It seems that Fuxi will become Daluo and retire to the Fire Cloud."

Chang Yi took a look and found that Fu Xi had fully understood the back of the black tortoise shell and created the innate Bagua.

Although this hexagram was created by him the day after tomorrow, it coincides with the innate intention. Except for the saints who transcend heaven and earth, no one in the world cannot calculate and everything cannot be known.

Therefore, this method is not only easy to learn but difficult to master, but also has the hidden danger of revealing the secrets.

After Heaven sent down the merits, it added a lock to the innate Bagua, so that those who learned it in later generations could not reveal the cause and effect of the great catastrophe, otherwise the body would die immediately and the Tao would disappear.

Fuxi himself also knew the pros and cons, so he did not record in detail the hexagrams that could predict the heaven and earth. He only left a profound and difficult heavenly book. Whether he understood it or not depends on the fate of his descendants.

As for some simple divination methods, Fuxi spread them to the human race, hoping that all scholars can understand them.

It's a pity that the superficiality in his eyes is no different from the heavenly book to the human race. After hundreds of years, only two or three people have realized some of the true meaning.

But even this allows humans to discern the secrets of heaven in advance and turn danger into disaster.

Therefore, Fuxi was pushed to a very lofty position by his people and was respected as the Lord of Heaven.

"The world is at peace, it's time to arrange things for the Wu clan."

Chang Yi turned her eyes slightly and looked at Ksitigarbha who was traveling in the human world.

At this time, Ksitigarbha's Taoist body was shining with light and his appearance was solemn. Although he originally had the appearance of a young man, he looked like a virtuous and respected person, with a face like jade and a temperament like the wind.

Ksitigarbha has traveled around human city-states in the past few years, punishing rape and eradicating evil, and has left many glorious deeds.

It's just that he never left a name or received a thank you gift. Naturally, people had no way of knowing the name of this immortal god, but they all knew that there was a young venerable who rescued people in distress.

Chang Yi, who was sitting upright in the sky, had a smile on his face. It seemed that Ksitigarbha was still the same Ksitigarbha and nothing had changed due to his arrival.

Chang Yi turned around and looked at the various departments of the Demon Division. After the Demon Division destroyed the demons, Mo Hua had returned to the heaven to deal with the overall situation, while Rong Qin and Xuan Yu were no longer idle in the heaven, and each returned to the treasure pavilion to sit in battle.

With everything back on track, Chang Yi used a move to catch the Meng Li who was staying in Qilin Pavilion and was not thinking about Shu.

Meng Li, who instantly moved to the heaven, looked blankly in his eyes. Wasn't he still eating the grapes sent by his "subordinates"? Why did he suddenly... in the blink of an eye?

"……master!"

Chang Yi was also stunned.

"Can you talk?"

"It's...not quite smooth yet!"

Seeing her stumbling, Chang Yi felt a little helpless. It took her almost tens of thousands of years to learn how to speak. She really embarrassed the living beings of Mr. Anhuang.

Chang Yi casually tossed a peach to her and sighed. It seemed that there was a long way to go to repair the soul!

Stepping lightly into the chariot, Meng Li was ordered to go to the wilderness before he could even taste the fruit.

Chang Yi planned to go to the Wu Clan Relics Department first to check on the situation.

At this time, most of the remnants of the witch clan were divided into Beiju Luzhou and Nanzhanbu Continent. Although the ancestral witches died and all the great witches disappeared, their strong bodies and some of their own magical powers were still stronger than those of the human race.

If Fuxi hadn't led the world, some ambitious people would have long wanted to attack the human race and invade the world.

However, there are still a few people who have this idea. Most of the Wu clan are immersed in grief and do not think about food and drink.

Chang Yi had no intention of transforming into anything, as Queen Houtu would distinguish the pure from the dirty, so he directly took out the ancestral witch's token and led the witches to the Netherworld.

In fact, most of the witch clan are not purely humanoid. After all, the ancestral witches themselves are also strangely shaped, some have no heads, and some have multiple heads.

Therefore, as tens of thousands of witches entered the Netherworld, they were indistinguishable from the original spirits and monsters. If the witches had not had a unique inheritance of energy and blood, they would have been confused with each other.

Hou Tu has been waiting for this day for too long. At this moment, his soul has already appeared and is waiting at the ghost gate.

The Wu clan, who were still worried at first, immediately felt relieved after seeing Empress Tu. Her originally heavy mood also improved a lot, and she started talking and laughing.

And Yunmeng finally met her relatives. Although they were not her direct relatives, it gave her a lot of comfort.

"Greetings, empress!"

When the witch clan saw Tu Niangniang, she couldn't walk, and they all crowded near the ghost gate.

Seeing this, Hou Tu had to personally lead them into the hall in the netherworld to rest.

After the karma of the great calamity, there are very few remaining members of the Wu clan, only a hundred thousand in total.

Hou Tu didn't care about the Spring and Autumn, and he didn't break down the good and evil. He directly arranged a group of people into the underworld according to their level of cultivation.

Chang Yi on the side turned a blind eye to this. It was rare for Queen Houtu to be selfish, so how could he stop her?

But if they do evil in the future, they will have to go to hell.

After the positions of judges and division chiefs were ready, Hou Tu actually stopped the appointment and filled all the remaining little witches into the ghost team.

Chang Yi on the side expressed emotion, secretly praising Hou Tu's broadmindedness in his heart.

The high-level official in the underworld is a priest who belongs to heaven and earth. Once appointed, he will be blessed with merits from heaven and earth, and he can also be worshiped by the people of the world in the future.

But Hou Tu knew that the Wu clan had caused great trouble, so how could he have the dignity to act as the master of reincarnation? Not even if she is close to reincarnation.

So after arranging the basic buildings, she vacated the position of governing the Netherworld, leaving it to people with profound merit to come and appoint her.

All the witch clans were not dissatisfied at all when they saw the empress's arrangement. It was a blessing from God to be protected by the empress again. How could they be picky?

With all the witch clans' arrangements in place, Chang Yi stepped forward and summoned Zhu Jiuyin from the Shuiyue Mirror.

After thousands of years of recuperation, Zhu Jiuyin has recovered most of his injuries, but due to damage to his origin, his strength is no longer as good as before.

"Sister!"

As soon as Zhu Jiuyin came out, he knelt on the ground and looked at Houtu with tears in his eyes.

"Don't bow to me anymore. I haven't seen everything for so many years. Is everything going well?"

Others don't understand this sentence, but how could Zhu Jiuyin not know it? This is what Sister Houtu said every time she asked him about his homework!

"Brother Hutu has embarrassed my eldest sister!"

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and even Hou Tu's eyes were red. She quickly stepped forward and pulled Zhu Jiuyin up, offering words of comfort.

Seeing this, the orphans of the witch clan were filled with joy and sorrow. They did not expect that there was still an ancestral witch alive in the world.

"Brother, please practice hard in the Netherworld from now on. Time will heal everything. You are the least involved in this disaster. You will still have the opportunity to become a god in the future."

Zhu Jiuyin is an unknown god, but he is very satisfied to be by his eldest sister's side.

Chang Yi on the side raised her lips slightly and took the initiative to invite Zhu Jiuyin.

"Now that the disaster has dissipated and the world is at peace, although Empress Houtu has great wishes, the underworld cannot be left without a master for a day. My little friend, why not just take over the rule of Lord Hades for the time being until everything is safe and you can come and go freely."

"Is this... okay?"

Zhu Jiuyin hesitated a little and turned back to look at his eldest sister.

Then Tu Lue hesitated and agreed.

"It's okay. My brother's cultivation is a bit poor, but I can trust his character. If there is anyone who bends the law for personal gain, I will be the first to not forgive him."

A saint is not a machine. When she saw Chang Yi's sincere invitation, she would not pretend to shirk it.

"I'll feel at ease with your Majesty's guarantee."

Chang Yi smiled and nodded, so that the eighteen levels of hell could be arranged.