Chapter 1137 Daozu's Traces
When I came to my senses, I realized that Nuwa was like a spring bamboo shoot that had just been peeled after the rain, with a gauze skirt on her body, as if the skin of the spring bamboo shoots had not been peeled clean...
The cone-shaped spring bamboo shoots are soft and tender, all the way to the protruding tail vertebrae at the bottom, and then to the round moon-like disk hidden by the gauze skirt.
The gauze skirt is a little transparent, and it’s hard to see clearly, so I always want to lift it up to find out what’s inside.
Murong Ji suppressed the burning feeling in his heart and realized that the relationship between Hongjun and Luohou was so complicated.
"What if Rahu dies? What will happen?"
Nuwa paused in her rustling movements, but she did not withdraw her hands from Murong Ji's robe. "If the two of them die, the entire cultivation system will probably collapse."
"How many people practice mainly with spiritual energy and evil energy?"
Murong Ji was somewhat surprised, and felt that it was unlikely, unless... all the spiritual energy and evil energy disappeared...
Suddenly, I thought of the infinite calamity. Could it be that something went wrong with the two of them? That caused the spiritual energy and evil spirit to decrease sharply?
Murong Ji couldn't think of any other reason.
As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the wrinkles on Nuwa's waist. Her pelvis was relatively wide, and the side of her hip bones was because she was sitting on Murong Ji.
The wrinkles squeezed out look somewhat like the accumulation of moonlight.
It feels full and round, with that fleshy feeling, but there is no visible fat, and it doesn't make you look fat, which is very exciting.
Nuwa also noticed the way Murong Ji looked at her, and raised her lips slightly, "Is it beautiful? Do you want it?"
Murong Ji came back to his senses instantly and took a deep breath, which was filled with the aura of Nuwa, which was more like a bucket of oil pouring on Murong Ji's anger.
"The Dao Ancestor has fallen into a calamity, Luo Hou is nowhere to be found, the infinite calamity is about to come, you are afraid that you are not..."
Nuwa suddenly blocked Murong Ji's mouth, "So, I want you..."
Murong Ji was speechless for a moment, his brows slightly frowned, looking at the chest so close to him, Murong Ji suddenly wanted to bite it.
As soon as the thought came to his mind, Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he really bit it.
He was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw that Nuwa's face was flushed, her eyebrows were thin, and her whole body seemed to be a little limp.
Murong Ji supported Nuwa's back with his hands, and simply let her lean on him.
"Do you have a way to stop the infinite calamity?"
Nuwa suddenly paused, her composure recovered a little, and she looked down at Murong Ji, her breathing still heavy.
"The Infinite Calamity is not a catastrophe, but something that is bound to happen sooner or later. You don't know this, do you? Didn't Houtu tell you?!"
As she spoke, Nuwa held Murong Ji's shoulders, stood up slightly, and sat down again. In an instant, her whole body seemed to be electrified.
It was like the feeling of being struck by lightning when undergoing a tribulation, and it was somewhat painful.
An indescribable feeling of satisfaction made her feel a little helpless. She bit Murong Ji's shoulder and whimpered softly.
It was like the anxiety of a hungry little wolfhound when it was unable to tear the raw meat apart.
After finally biting off a piece of meat and swallowing it, the secret feeling of fullness in my stomach is really satisfying.
After slowing down her strength a little, Nuwa's breathing was trembling a little, and she leaned into Murong Ji's arms, "You...really..."
Murong Ji frowned slightly, feeling somewhat distressed, "What is the infinite calamity?"
"Infinite...infinite kalpas..." Nuwa lazily rested her head on Murong Ji's shoulder, with a bloody taste in her mouth.
He couldn't help but lick the wound on Murong Ji's shoulder, "Infinite calamity is the final result. Hongjun will die... Luohou will die..."
"The entire prehistoric world will eventually be annihilated and return to chaos... it's just... a matter of time."
"You can only change the time of the annihilation of the primitive world, but you cannot change its result... the inevitable result."
Murong Ji understood it, but felt a little melancholy for a moment. Longevity has always been a hope.
There must be death after life, only then it can be considered perfect, otherwise it would be unreasonable.
He stretched out his hands to hold Nuwa's waist, slowly slid down, dragged her hips, and slowly slid towards her thighs on both sides.
The softness and warmth of the skin, coupled with the smoothness of the gauze skirt, feels quite good.
"What is this material made of? It's so smooth?"
Nuwa did not respond, but seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the current situation. She whimpered in pain at the slightest movement, raised her head and slightly opened her mouth.
It was like a burp.
Her waist twisted like a snake, but it seemed as if Murong Ji had grasped her seven inches, and her whole body was numb and she could hardly move.
Suddenly, it was like a fish was thrown into a fish pot alive. The boiling pot burned her so much that she arched her body.
It was like the last struggle before death. The sudden release of strength was like death.
"Are you asking me what the material of my clothes is?" Nuwa lay weakly on Murong Ji's shoulder, breathing softly.
Murong Ji did not answer, but murmured, "It's useless..."
Nuwa suddenly stiffened, as if she felt a little embarrassed and stared at Murong Ji angrily, "Say it again?!"
Murong Ji kept silent, turned over and pressed Nuwa down, with a fiery look in his eyes.
“Wait… wuwu…”
After a long time, Murong Ji put on his clothes, stood beside the bed and was about to say something.
Nuwa stretched out her hand from under the quilt and waved it sleepily, "I am very happy today. Please kneel down and greet me!"
Murong Ji: "..."
He lifted the quilt and slapped Nuwa on the tun.
There was a clear sound, extremely loud, echoing in the inner hall, with some echoes being loud and clear.
"嘿~咱~"
Murong Ji: "..."
In a hurry, he saluted, turned around and left the Nuwa Palace, fearing that if he was a step slower, he would not be able to help but beat Nuwa again.
Standing in front of the gate of the Wahuang Palace, he exhaled deeply, but the awkward feeling in his heart still could not be suppressed.
With his hands behind his back, he followed the millstone and entered the primitive world.
In the days that followed, Murong Ji had been paying close attention to the changes and developments in the prehistoric world.
For nearly a hundred years, the body of Taoist Ancestor Hongjun had not been found.
Murong Ji's brows sank again and again. Now is not the time to be anxious. It is better to wait for the Demon Ancestor Luohou to take action personally.
Strength is still the hard truth.
Then, he practiced peacefully on Qingyun Mountain, silently waiting for things to happen.
At his current level, it is difficult for him to make any progress in his cultivation. He can only rely on time to endure and sense the great Dao.
It is extremely difficult to go further. The cultivation in Taiqing realm is almost like crossing a river by feeling the stones.
Get closer to the peak of the Taiqing realm little by little, don't be impatient.
What exactly is this infinite calamity? Murong Ji is still confused. How to avoid it? How to resolve it?
I don’t know either. The most troublesome thing is the destruction of the entire prehistoric world.
But as it stands now, Murong Ji has not yet discovered the reason that led to the destruction of the prehistoric world.
As time passed, the Demon Ancestor Rāhu finally revealed some of his true colors, or it should be said that the Demon Ancestor Rāhu revealed his true colors on his own.
Murong Ji put down the memorial in his hand, slowly sat down on the chair, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, but he was constantly thinking in his heart.
Xiniu Hezhou, the Demon Ancestor really stayed in Xiniu Hezhou. Is Buddhism today the place where the demons originated? !
Then, without hesitation, he flew directly to Mount Sumeru in the west.
After landing on the top of Mount Xumi and checking many monks to make sure that there was no Demon Ancestor hiding, his eyes fell on the entire Xiniu Hezhou.
As he searched bit by bit, Murong Ji's brows became more and more gloomy.
There are many living creatures in Xiniu Hezhou. If you investigate them one by one, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. However, it can be concluded that Xiniu Hezhou is indeed the hiding place of the Demon Ancestor Luohou.
Murong Ji walked between the mountains and seas, following Luohou's trail and exploring bit by bit.
Unfortunately, there has been no result.
Not long after that, Murong Ji accidentally broke through the fifth level of Taiqing.
At this level, Murong Ji almost touched the ceiling of the saint realm.
Yes, you can transcend your own path.
Unfortunately, Murong Ji’s approach is different from theirs. What he wants is to make himself independent from the world.
This kind of transcendence is the real transcendence.
After coming to my senses, I was still walking in the entire Xiniu Hezhou.
It's not easy to live outdoors.
Not long after that, they arrived at a ferry. Murong Ji looked and saw that the river was extremely wide.
It is boundless, just like an ocean. This river is really broad and majestic.
It is not much narrower than the Tongtian River.
Soon, an old man came over in a boat and asked, "Sir, do you want to cross the river?"
Murong Ji nodded and went straight onto the boat, then handed a few copper coins to the old man.
The boat moved slowly towards the middle of the river.
Murong Ji realized then that something was wrong. The river was too calm. And, could such a small boat really cross the river?
Looking down, the river was surging rapidly below, but the surface was unusually calm.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look at the old man rowing the boat. The actual length of the bamboo pole could not even reach the bottom of the river.
However, he was unable to discover the old man's cultivation level and was a little confused.
"Are you looking for someone, sir?"
Murong Ji's pupils narrowed slightly, but he did not deny it.
"I am indeed looking for someone. You have seen a lot on this river. Have you encountered any strange things?"
As he spoke, he had already opened his eyes and took a glance at the old man. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. This old man was just an ordinary mortal who was about to die.
The old man laughed: "Strange things, strange things, there are too many of them. Old man, I can't finish telling you all in such a short time."
Murong Ji did not ask any further questions, but just looked at the river quietly.
It didn't take long for them to reach the center of the river. Murong Ji's mind was a little complicated, as he couldn't quite see through the old man.
If he is just an ordinary mortal, how can a saint not see through a mortal?
(End of this chapter)
When I came to my senses, I realized that Nuwa was like a spring bamboo shoot that had just been peeled after the rain, with a gauze skirt on her body, as if the skin of the spring bamboo shoots had not been peeled clean...
The cone-shaped spring bamboo shoots are soft and tender, all the way to the protruding tail vertebrae at the bottom, and then to the round moon-like disk hidden by the gauze skirt.
The gauze skirt is a little transparent, and it’s hard to see clearly, so I always want to lift it up to find out what’s inside.
Murong Ji suppressed the burning feeling in his heart and realized that the relationship between Hongjun and Luohou was so complicated.
"What if Rahu dies? What will happen?"
Nuwa paused in her rustling movements, but she did not withdraw her hands from Murong Ji's robe. "If the two of them die, the entire cultivation system will probably collapse."
"How many people practice mainly with spiritual energy and evil energy?"
Murong Ji was somewhat surprised, and felt that it was unlikely, unless... all the spiritual energy and evil energy disappeared...
Suddenly, I thought of the infinite calamity. Could it be that something went wrong with the two of them? That caused the spiritual energy and evil spirit to decrease sharply?
Murong Ji couldn't think of any other reason.
As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the wrinkles on Nuwa's waist. Her pelvis was relatively wide, and the side of her hip bones was because she was sitting on Murong Ji.
The wrinkles squeezed out look somewhat like the accumulation of moonlight.
It feels full and round, with that fleshy feeling, but there is no visible fat, and it doesn't make you look fat, which is very exciting.
Nuwa also noticed the way Murong Ji looked at her, and raised her lips slightly, "Is it beautiful? Do you want it?"
Murong Ji came back to his senses instantly and took a deep breath, which was filled with the aura of Nuwa, which was more like a bucket of oil pouring on Murong Ji's anger.
"The Dao Ancestor has fallen into a calamity, Luo Hou is nowhere to be found, the infinite calamity is about to come, you are afraid that you are not..."
Nuwa suddenly blocked Murong Ji's mouth, "So, I want you..."
Murong Ji was speechless for a moment, his brows slightly frowned, looking at the chest so close to him, Murong Ji suddenly wanted to bite it.
As soon as the thought came to his mind, Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he really bit it.
He was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw that Nuwa's face was flushed, her eyebrows were thin, and her whole body seemed to be a little limp.
Murong Ji supported Nuwa's back with his hands, and simply let her lean on him.
"Do you have a way to stop the infinite calamity?"
Nuwa suddenly paused, her composure recovered a little, and she looked down at Murong Ji, her breathing still heavy.
"The Infinite Calamity is not a catastrophe, but something that is bound to happen sooner or later. You don't know this, do you? Didn't Houtu tell you?!"
As she spoke, Nuwa held Murong Ji's shoulders, stood up slightly, and sat down again. In an instant, her whole body seemed to be electrified.
It was like the feeling of being struck by lightning when undergoing a tribulation, and it was somewhat painful.
An indescribable feeling of satisfaction made her feel a little helpless. She bit Murong Ji's shoulder and whimpered softly.
It was like the anxiety of a hungry little wolfhound when it was unable to tear the raw meat apart.
After finally biting off a piece of meat and swallowing it, the secret feeling of fullness in my stomach is really satisfying.
After slowing down her strength a little, Nuwa's breathing was trembling a little, and she leaned into Murong Ji's arms, "You...really..."
Murong Ji frowned slightly, feeling somewhat distressed, "What is the infinite calamity?"
"Infinite...infinite kalpas..." Nuwa lazily rested her head on Murong Ji's shoulder, with a bloody taste in her mouth.
He couldn't help but lick the wound on Murong Ji's shoulder, "Infinite calamity is the final result. Hongjun will die... Luohou will die..."
"The entire prehistoric world will eventually be annihilated and return to chaos... it's just... a matter of time."
"You can only change the time of the annihilation of the primitive world, but you cannot change its result... the inevitable result."
Murong Ji understood it, but felt a little melancholy for a moment. Longevity has always been a hope.
There must be death after life, only then it can be considered perfect, otherwise it would be unreasonable.
He stretched out his hands to hold Nuwa's waist, slowly slid down, dragged her hips, and slowly slid towards her thighs on both sides.
The softness and warmth of the skin, coupled with the smoothness of the gauze skirt, feels quite good.
"What is this material made of? It's so smooth?"
Nuwa did not respond, but seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the current situation. She whimpered in pain at the slightest movement, raised her head and slightly opened her mouth.
It was like a burp.
Her waist twisted like a snake, but it seemed as if Murong Ji had grasped her seven inches, and her whole body was numb and she could hardly move.
Suddenly, it was like a fish was thrown into a fish pot alive. The boiling pot burned her so much that she arched her body.
It was like the last struggle before death. The sudden release of strength was like death.
"Are you asking me what the material of my clothes is?" Nuwa lay weakly on Murong Ji's shoulder, breathing softly.
Murong Ji did not answer, but murmured, "It's useless..."
Nuwa suddenly stiffened, as if she felt a little embarrassed and stared at Murong Ji angrily, "Say it again?!"
Murong Ji kept silent, turned over and pressed Nuwa down, with a fiery look in his eyes.
“Wait… wuwu…”
After a long time, Murong Ji put on his clothes, stood beside the bed and was about to say something.
Nuwa stretched out her hand from under the quilt and waved it sleepily, "I am very happy today. Please kneel down and greet me!"
Murong Ji: "..."
He lifted the quilt and slapped Nuwa on the tun.
There was a clear sound, extremely loud, echoing in the inner hall, with some echoes being loud and clear.
"嘿~咱~"
Murong Ji: "..."
In a hurry, he saluted, turned around and left the Nuwa Palace, fearing that if he was a step slower, he would not be able to help but beat Nuwa again.
Standing in front of the gate of the Wahuang Palace, he exhaled deeply, but the awkward feeling in his heart still could not be suppressed.
With his hands behind his back, he followed the millstone and entered the primitive world.
In the days that followed, Murong Ji had been paying close attention to the changes and developments in the prehistoric world.
For nearly a hundred years, the body of Taoist Ancestor Hongjun had not been found.
Murong Ji's brows sank again and again. Now is not the time to be anxious. It is better to wait for the Demon Ancestor Luohou to take action personally.
Strength is still the hard truth.
Then, he practiced peacefully on Qingyun Mountain, silently waiting for things to happen.
At his current level, it is difficult for him to make any progress in his cultivation. He can only rely on time to endure and sense the great Dao.
It is extremely difficult to go further. The cultivation in Taiqing realm is almost like crossing a river by feeling the stones.
Get closer to the peak of the Taiqing realm little by little, don't be impatient.
What exactly is this infinite calamity? Murong Ji is still confused. How to avoid it? How to resolve it?
I don’t know either. The most troublesome thing is the destruction of the entire prehistoric world.
But as it stands now, Murong Ji has not yet discovered the reason that led to the destruction of the prehistoric world.
As time passed, the Demon Ancestor Rāhu finally revealed some of his true colors, or it should be said that the Demon Ancestor Rāhu revealed his true colors on his own.
Murong Ji put down the memorial in his hand, slowly sat down on the chair, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, but he was constantly thinking in his heart.
Xiniu Hezhou, the Demon Ancestor really stayed in Xiniu Hezhou. Is Buddhism today the place where the demons originated? !
Then, without hesitation, he flew directly to Mount Sumeru in the west.
After landing on the top of Mount Xumi and checking many monks to make sure that there was no Demon Ancestor hiding, his eyes fell on the entire Xiniu Hezhou.
As he searched bit by bit, Murong Ji's brows became more and more gloomy.
There are many living creatures in Xiniu Hezhou. If you investigate them one by one, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. However, it can be concluded that Xiniu Hezhou is indeed the hiding place of the Demon Ancestor Luohou.
Murong Ji walked between the mountains and seas, following Luohou's trail and exploring bit by bit.
Unfortunately, there has been no result.
Not long after that, Murong Ji accidentally broke through the fifth level of Taiqing.
At this level, Murong Ji almost touched the ceiling of the saint realm.
Yes, you can transcend your own path.
Unfortunately, Murong Ji’s approach is different from theirs. What he wants is to make himself independent from the world.
This kind of transcendence is the real transcendence.
After coming to my senses, I was still walking in the entire Xiniu Hezhou.
It's not easy to live outdoors.
Not long after that, they arrived at a ferry. Murong Ji looked and saw that the river was extremely wide.
It is boundless, just like an ocean. This river is really broad and majestic.
It is not much narrower than the Tongtian River.
Soon, an old man came over in a boat and asked, "Sir, do you want to cross the river?"
Murong Ji nodded and went straight onto the boat, then handed a few copper coins to the old man.
The boat moved slowly towards the middle of the river.
Murong Ji realized then that something was wrong. The river was too calm. And, could such a small boat really cross the river?
Looking down, the river was surging rapidly below, but the surface was unusually calm.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look at the old man rowing the boat. The actual length of the bamboo pole could not even reach the bottom of the river.
However, he was unable to discover the old man's cultivation level and was a little confused.
"Are you looking for someone, sir?"
Murong Ji's pupils narrowed slightly, but he did not deny it.
"I am indeed looking for someone. You have seen a lot on this river. Have you encountered any strange things?"
As he spoke, he had already opened his eyes and took a glance at the old man. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. This old man was just an ordinary mortal who was about to die.
The old man laughed: "Strange things, strange things, there are too many of them. Old man, I can't finish telling you all in such a short time."
Murong Ji did not ask any further questions, but just looked at the river quietly.
It didn't take long for them to reach the center of the river. Murong Ji's mind was a little complicated, as he couldn't quite see through the old man.
If he is just an ordinary mortal, how can a saint not see through a mortal?
(End of this chapter)
