Nuwa returned to the Imperial Palace, and called her disciples to stay in seclusion for ten years without opening the palace gate. Her qualifications were not good, but she should not see the mystery of the opportunity to become a saint early. However, this time, when Kunlun discussed the Tao, after listening to the Hongjun Tao that other senior brothers understood, she actually answered her questions and solved her doubts and understood a lot of mysteries. In addition to what Hongjun said, she was a great merit and became a saint, so this ray of opportunity was easy to find.

Nuwa went into seclusion and understood the opportunity hard, but the way of heaven was misty, and it was common to pass by by chance. Although she knew that the key to becoming a saint lies in the creatures, it seemed that the two lich tribes and even some spiritual roots of heaven and earth were not like those living beings who had great chances to become a saint. After ten years of seclusion, she could not understand it, so she could only leave the mountain gate and wander aimlessly on the vast land.

At this time, it was a thousand years since the last Lich War, but the two tribes were like little strong who could not be beaten. After a while, they were dormant, and then they cheered up and confronted each other. Although there was no big fight, Hongjun only allowed the Lich tribes to take charge of the world. With insufficient strength, the Lich became more honest. However, the two tribes who were alone were repeatedly killed, and they had no justice and evil at all. It turned into a racial dispute, a struggle of position, and a struggle of luck. If the demon tribe had not gone to heaven, most of the remaining people would have gathered around Buzhou Mountain, and there was less conflict, and it would have been a battle of life and death immediately.

Nuwa went along the way, frowned. Whether it was the demon clan or the witch clan, she felt that she was so strange. The friendship she had long disappeared. In the past, the two clans would make excuses when they fought each other, but now they were drawing swords. Why is there no one like Senior Brother Zhou Chengsi in this world? Huh? People like Senior Brother Zhou Chengsi? Nuwa suddenly woke up in a cold war. Creatures, creatures! Could my way have caused creatures like Senior Brother Zhou Cheng to appear in this world????

With a scheming move, Nuwa started to calculate the matter on the spot. After a long time, she finally calculated the opportunity to achieve enlightenment based on what she had just realized. In a great joy, Nuwa landed on the ground and began to think about what she had just thought.

With a thought, Nuwa descended to the ground, raised her hand and pointed to a thousand-year-old paulownia tree by the roadside. In an instant, the thousand-year-old paulownia turned into a woman in blue, saying, "Go to the Empress."

Nuwa stared at the Wutong woman, looking left and right, sometimes frowned, sometimes stretching, which made the woman nervous.

"Empress, but what's wrong with me?" the woman asked in a low voice.

"Nothing, go." Nuwa waved her hand and saw the woman away and sighed slightly. It seems that becoming a saint is not easy. Although she can enlighten the plants and trees, she cannot be considered a human being, and she can only transform people. To create human beings, she still needs the foundation of creation. Creating human beings out of thin air is a great merit. Nuwa was thinking about where to find the foundation of creation? In desperation, Nuwa could only go on the road again. It seems that becoming a saint is not as simple as she thought. Although she found the direction to solve the problem, she did not know the solution.

Nuwa was thinking all the way, what was the key foundation of human creation. After no results, she did not stop and continued to travel.

On this day, Nuwa arrived above a witch tribe's residence. The witch was doing something, something that interested Nuwa.

I saw a group of witches shouting and stirring a large ball of clay, then transporting it to a square next to it, and starting to paste it on a stone pillar one by one. Gradually, more and more clay on the pillar became more and more, and finally it became a contour. At this time, an elder of the witch came out, carried the magic in his hand, and stroked the clay pillar again and again. Finally, the image of a woman appeared on the pillar, which was exactly the appearance of the ancestor witch Houtu.

Nuwa couldn't help but smile and felt very happy. She finally found the way to be a human being.

When he returned to the Imperial Palace of Wa, Nuwa added water from the road as the witch. After stirring it, he grabbed a ball of clay with his jade hand and placed it in his palm. Then, according to Zhou Cheng's memory, he spit out a mouthful of true essence of the life combined with the Hongjun technique that Nuwa had learned, and sprayed it towards the soil. The clay wriggled and fell to the ground, but it became a sculpture similar to Zhou Cheng's appearance and stopped moving. Although it looked much better than the Houtu created by the witch, it still had no breath, no flesh, and no thinking.

Nuwa casually put the sculpture aside and sighed, "What's the difference between how to do it and what I thought?" After thinking about it carefully, Nuwa made a conspiracy again and then began to implement it."

Nuwa grabbed a hand from the mud ball with her right hand again, rubbed it slightly, and placed it on the jade table. As if she had made up her mind, her right fingers were put together like a sword, and she cut her out her left hand, and a blood arrow shot towards the mud ball. Nuwa stopped for a moment, as if she had accumulated confidence, she exhaled her vitality again, and cooperated with the great technique to spray it towards the mud ball. The mud ball wriggled and grew taller, and finally became a similar look to Zhou Cheng. Although she was not wearing clothes, she was flesh and blood. When Nuwa saw it, she was immediately delighted, but she saw it not moving for a long time. In confusion, she went over and pulled it off and pulled it straight down, without shouting or making a sound.

When Nuwa saw it, her eyes were filled with joy. This time, she was flesh and blood, but she still had no breath of life, without the wisdom and thinking. If Teacher Hongjun had not deceived herself, I think she would not have created a human being. Thinking about it carefully, Nuwa didn't know what was wrong.

When Nuwa saw the statue of Zhou Cheng in the corner, she immediately noticed and left the Imperial Palace and headed towards Qingqiu Mountain.

Zhou Cheng was preaching at Qingqiu Mountain, and his mind moved and sighed: Oh, it’s still here. Then he stopped preaching and called out: “Zhuyu, Master Nuwa is here, you go outside the mountain gate to greet him, don’t miss the rules.”

Nuwa stopped outside Qingqiu Mountain and saw the entire Qingqiu Mountain. She felt a little excited. The fourth senior brother, the Qingqiu Mountain Taoist temple, had only learned not long ago that she heard it very simple, but she had never seen it in person. The formation of the mountain gate was exquisite, with a piece of blue and blue. With a glance at the spiritual sense, she found that there was no existence inside. At least she couldn't see anything unusual, but once she wanted to approach it, she was like a rock and could not move at all.

Nuwa was thinking about it for no reason, and a female voice came from beside her.

"Empress, the teacher is welcome!" It turned out to be the disciple brought by the senior brother who was the last time in Kunlun Mountain discussion. Nuwa nodded and replied, "Mr. Zhuyu leads the way."

"You don't have to be polite to you," Nuwa praised in her heart. However, her senior brother's disciple was really polite. Her cultivation was not high, but she was a wonderful person.

"Junior sister, what's the point of coming to my small residence in Qingqiu Mountain this time?" Zhou Cheng asked.

"Uh, it's something." Nuwa was looking at the entire Qingqiu Mountain top carefully. As the outside world said, they were all that were huts. Even the Taoist platform where the preaching was sitting in front of her was extremely simple. Although it looked familiar, it finally became a stone. A little further away, there was an unknown ring hanging on the lake. Below was a group of dragons leading a group of koi to play. Occasionally, koi jumped into the ring of the sky, but they couldn't reach it and fell down. Zhou Cheng asked a question, but shocked her and replied in a hurry.

"I have already understood the opportunity to become a saint, but..." Nuwa felt a little embarrassed to speak, and after a long time, she said, "I used the clay to mix clear water, like a clay sculpture, and wanted to make a human being. But she had only a body and was not intelligent."

Zhou Cheng thought, isn't this obvious? If you can create a person with just a handful of soil, you may be able to do it after Hongjun joins the Tao.

"You dare to ask my senior brother, can you help me make a person?" Nuwa asked with some anticipation.

"I, I'm ugly." Zhou Cheng couldn't find any excuse to refuse and said casually.

"Senior brother is really joking. There is no difference between beauty and ugliness in my eyes, let alone, but it is..." Nuwa smiled and stopped talking.

"You really want to create humans?"

"If you don't create a human being, you won't be a saint." Nuwa replied.

"Well, I'll give you a word. You have to think about how to act."

"What do you mean?"

"It is not easy to create a human being, but it is hard to find a good land." Then he didn't say much, turned around the hut and asked Zhu Yu to send off Nuwa, who seemed to have some insights, with a look of enlightenment.

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