Chapter 874 Hongjun's Comments on the Human Race

When Holy Emperor Fuxi asked Patriarch Hongjun for help in Zixiao Palace, Fang Yang was playing chess with the Taoist Master of Samsara in the Vacuum Palace.

The two of them were not playing a dead chess game, but a living chess game. They used a mortal who was about to face a disaster in the mortal world as a chess piece. Fang Yang was alive, and the reincarnation master was dead. They arranged a chess game.

The Taoist Master of Samsara smiled and said: "Senior brother, this person is riddled with karma, and there is a layer of death aura hanging over the spiritual platform. Even if senior brother uses great magic to make him reborn in the past again and again, and gives him three chances, he can't change it. This person’s fate.”

"It is said that a hero has a hard time with beauty. This man has died on a woman's belly twice in a row. Even God can't save such a man. In this round, I admit defeat for my brother."

Fang Yang sighed and moved his fingers on the river of fate, returning the timeline to its original trajectory.

In an instant, the chess piece he chose died on the woman's belly once again, becoming the laughing stock of the entire sect.

"There are some people that even the sky cannot save. Even if I don't want to go to war, I won't stop people who seek death."

When the Wusheng Cult cooperates with the human race, no one suffers a loss, and no one takes advantage of the other. Both sides get what they need and what they get. However, as soon as the human race crossed the river, they were about to demolish the bridge, causing the Wusheng Sect to be laughed at by all the worlds.

Fang Yang was very happy to see that the human world had come to this end.

The Master of Samsara's eyes moved and he chose another chess piece among all the living beings.

"Brother, I see that this person was plotted by his father-in-law, mother-in-law, brother-in-law, Taoist companion, stepson, and stepdaughter, and his life hangs by a thread. In this game, my brother will help him arrange a way out, and he will give him a disaster. Let's see who is the winner. ”

"He is actually a disciple of our sect. Are you creating a problem for me, junior brother?"

Fang Yang stretched out his hand and grabbed it, pulling the River of Destiny in front of him, taking out a trickle from it, and immediately saw clearly the life of this new chess piece.

"Tsk tsk, this is not about marrying a Taoist couple. This is a family who has married a Taoist couple. Not to mention that they have not consummated the marriage for tens of thousands of years, and even their cultivation has been sucked dry. Unexpectedly, there are actually some disciples of my Wusheng Cult. Such a philanthropic person.”

The Master of Samsara nodded and emphasized: "Only such people are qualified to be chess pieces. As long as they are normal disciples, as long as they can be reborn, not to mention soaring into the sky, they will definitely be able to change the fate of the time before rebirth."

"In any case, our Wusheng Cult does not need such a disciple. After this game of chess is played, Brother Wei will erase some of his memories, make up a reasonable past for him, and send him to reincarnation."

When the Master of Samsara heard this, his hand movements paused, and a bright light flashed in his eyes: "Senior brother, are you going to send this person to Xuanmen? This person can dedicate himself to love and dedicate everything. He is indeed the embodiment of some Pangu. The spirit of heaven and earth. It is perfect for this person to join Pangu Zhengzong."

In Zixiao Palace, Holy Emperor Fuxi has not left.

He didn't want to shamelessly seek help from Patriarch Hongjun, he wanted to get an answer.

Why did humanity give up on the human race, and why did both the heavenly and underground world ignore the human race's pleas for help.

Doesn’t it mean that the three realms of heaven, earth and man complement each other and form a trinity?

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, I want to know what the human race looks like in your eyes."

Holy Emperor Fuxi bowed deeply to Patriarch Hongjun and asked.

The authorities are obsessed with the onlookers, and they ignore the human race in a pure and humane way, which shows that there is something wrong with the human race.

Holy Emperor Fuxi must figure out where the problem lies and solve it in a targeted manner.

"Fellow Taoist, please sit down!"

Ancestor Hongjun waved his hand and conjured up a futon that was exactly the same as the one he was sitting on, gesturing for Holy Emperor Fuxi to sit down.

These futons in the hall are all used by the juniors or disciples of Xuanmen. The current Holy Emperor Fuxi represents humanity, so naturally he cannot sit on these futons.

Holy Emperor Fuxi sat down as instructed and listened carefully.

"Pindao has many identities. One is the headmaster of Xuanmen, and the other is the spokesperson of Heavenly Dao. So, Pindao will tell the story one by one with these two identities."

"Fellow Taoist, please give me some advice!"

Holy Emperor Fuxi was very grateful.

"First of all, Pindao, as the leader of Xuanmen, I think that your human race is a selfish, hypocritical and greedy race."

When Emperor Fuxi heard this, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. After all, Patriarch Hongjun’s comments were too unpleasant to listen to.

However, this was what he asked Ancestor Hongjun to comment on himself, and it was impossible for Ancestor Hongjun to shut up.

"Fellow Taoist must be unconvinced, but what Pindao said is true. Your human race can become the protagonist of the world, and it is inseparable from the support of my Xuanmen. However, while you, the human race, enjoy the support of my Xuanmen with peace of mind, you feel that I Xuanmen treats your human emperor as a puppet."

This point exactly speaks to what the human race has been thinking all along. Holy Emperor Fuxi did not refute and nodded in agreement.

"However, our human race wants to strive for self-improvement, so why not?"

Ancestor Hongjun smiled slightly and asked: "Striving for self-improvement? When your human race was being hunted by the two Lich clans, you blamed me, Xuanmen, for not protecting you. You complained about heaven and earth, causing resentment to boil. Are you also striving for self-improvement? Do you need to use it? When you come to my Xuanmen, my Xuanmen disciples are the leader and the Holy Mother. You don’t need to use them, but you think that my Xuanmen interferes too much in human affairs, and they are all saints and thieves?”

"Just like this time, when the human world is in catastrophe, why do fellow Taoists come to find Pindao, a thief in the world? When the human world was first formed, why didn't you see fellow Taoists inviting me, a descendant of Xuanmen, to preach in the human world?"

Ancestor Hongjun himself can neglect the saints and punish the saints, but he does not allow others to play with Xuanmen.

Between Xuanmen and the human race, it seems that the human race has always suffered losses, however, Xuanmen has also suffered a lot of losses.

"This"

Fuxi Saint Emperor had nothing to say, he had no way to refute Hongjun Patriarch.

"Daoyou should know that there is no good without reason, and there is no bad without reason. Which race does not want to be the protagonist of heaven and earth? Why must I support you, the human race? I am willing to support the human race because I want to get what we want from the human race. You should be mentally prepared when you accept help. Daoyou can't expect that I, Xuanmen, will support you, the human race without any return, right?"

After listening to Hongjun Patriarch's words, Fuxi Saint Emperor couldn't help but feel ashamed.

He asked himself, the human race is indeed a little ungrateful.

When there is something, they go to the Nuwa Temple to ask the Holy Mother, and when there is nothing, they regard Nuwa as the demon race's Wa Emperor. From the way the human race treats Nuwa, we can see the flaws of the human race.

He finally understood why Nuwa didn't try to cultivate back her humanity after losing it.

Nuwa's heart was cold, chilled, and could not be warmed up.

"Fellow Daoist, please continue!"

Fuxi Saint Emperor said again.

Seeing that Fuxi Saint Emperor didn't get angry, Hongjun Patriarch nodded with satisfaction. (End of this chapter)