Chapter 936: Dreamy Bubble Shadow (Two-in-one 5K)

In the time of Emperor Yao, the flood was torrential, vast and covering the mountains and hills, and the lower people were worried.

The Emperor asked: "Alas, Four Mountains, the flood is torrential, vast and covering the mountains and hills, and the lower people are worried. Is there anyone who can govern it?"

Everyone said: "Gun can."

So Yao listened to the Four Mountains and used Gun to govern the water. For nine years, the water did not stop, and the work was not successful. When Shun ascended to use, he took over the government of the Son of Heaven and patrolled. He saw that Gun's water governance was without shape, so he executed Gun at Feather Mountain to die.

Gripping the plowshare in his hand, Liang Qu stopped his chaotic thoughts and looked at the young man who was panicked by the flood: "What do you call me?"

"Hu Ha." The young man panted, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Gun!"

"How many years have I been governing the water?"

"Governing the water has been eight years so far."

"Eight years, any results?"

The young man looked embarrassed: "Scant..."

Liang Qu looked at the roaring flood under the cliff, the thunder rumbling, his ability to digest and accept was extremely strong, and in an instant, he understood his situation.

His life only had one year left!

If he couldn't produce success, he would be executed at Feather Mountain by the fake Emperor Shun!

Is this the Six Demon Trials?

Liang Qu came with memories, clearly knowing that he was "breaking the barrier" and seizing the Life-Bound Buddha. Everything he saw was a demon in his heart. It was difficult to treat everything before him as real, even if the screams were earth-shattering, it only caused a few emotional surges.

Although there was confusion, he would accept it as it came.

The key to breaking the barrier is breaking. If you do nothing and just sink into the demon, you won't seize any Life-Bound Buddha. Forcibly waking up, falling in realm is light!

Transforming into Gun, looking at it now, what needs to be done is very clear.

One year.

Govern the water!

Gun built dams to block water, failed and was killed. Yu dug rivers to divert water and inherited the throne...

"What is your name?"

"I am Hou Xuan!"

"Go!"

"Where are we going?" Hou Xuan followed closely.

"Survey the terrain!"

Five days passed in a flash.

The dark wind roared, and the muddy waves emptied.

Within the Chong tribe.

Women followed the carvings on the stone slabs, used clay to build earth furnaces, sealed the joints, and smothered high-quality charcoal that made a metallic sound when struck. Strong laborers polished stone tools, striking red-hot iron ingots.

"The earth furnace must be built high enough! The higher the furnace, the more prosperous the fire, hence high-furnace iron smelting!"

"Good!"

The crowd responded loudly.

To do a good job, one must first sharpen one's tools!

The tools for digging in his hand were all bones. When they hit the rock, they would chip a small gap. Yu the Great took thirteen years to govern the water, and he only had one year. With bone shovels in his hands, how could he govern the flood?

Develop productive forces first!

Liang Qu, Great Shun Baron of Baron Xingyi, Pingyang Huai Water General, first merit in the Fengbu embankment defense battle, an excellent youth under the red flag, appeared on the stage with the accumulation of two worlds!

"The Emperor asked for the virtuous, everyone said Gun can."

In terms of prestige, with the word "everyone", there is no need to worry at all.

Eight years of water governance without results made many people lose confidence in him, but there were still many loyalists who directly issued orders. When disaster struck, no one dared to be sloppy. When the first lump of iron was smelted, it reached the peak of worship.

Only one point.

It's really fucking tiring.

Liang Qu sat on a stone and panted violently, his lips chapped with white skin, and his saliva was sticky like glue.

Completely turned into an ordinary person. Walking half a mile on a mountain road, fatigue surged along the muscles. Running and surveying in straw sandals all day, the soles of his feet were sore, and the sides were scratched by rocks. He had to sleep for four hours to barely recover.

The food was even more lackluster.

The brown rice was not hulled, hard enough to scrape the throat. There was meat, but the mutton smell was very large, and it was served with a little bitter salt. If it weren't for the great consumption, it would be impossible to swallow.

In just five days, Liang Qu felt the torture of will from the body's feedback, and the barrier between "breaking the barrier" and reality faded like the tide.

One bitterness.

One fatigue.

The world is vivid.

It is an illusion, but the torture is not reduced at all.

Reaching out to grab a handful of sand and gravel, it fell from the palm onto the sand table.

Liang Qu wiped off the sweat, strengthened his spirit, and studied carefully.

Just under the red flag, there is really no good way to govern water. He doesn't understand at all, but he has been a river official for six years, and there are a lot of relevant books in the study. Occasionally flipping through them on weekdays, there are a lot of ready-made cases and guidance methods in his mind.

The sweetness of rice drifted over, and a pair of wheat-colored slender hands placed the food tray.

"Tired all day, eat first."

Wrapped in hemp, looking at his wife Nv Xi, who was as tall and beautiful as Long Yao, exactly the same in every sense, only with rougher skin, Liang Qu silently picked up the wooden bowl and shoveled rice into his mouth.

Before today, he had accepted the fact that the world's "materials" were insufficient, and many people looked exactly the same as his relatives and friends.

After the meal.

"Nv Xi, is my father still alive?"

According to the Grand Historian, Yu's father was Gun, Gun's father was Emperor Zhuan Xu, Emperor Zhuan Xu's father was Changyi, and Changyi's father was the Yellow Emperor.

Liang Qu didn't care where the Yellow Emperor was, he cared about his old man, the Black Emperor Emperor Zhuan Xu!

Nv Xi looked hesitant.

Half an hour later.

A small dirt mound with a vertical wooden sign appeared in front of him, with a few weeds poking out of the grave mound, standing proudly in the wind.

"Alas..."

Pulled out the weeds at will.

The illusion is an illusion after all. Relying on a trial, he couldn't find any source at all.

In helplessness, a softness surrounded Liang Qu's head.

Nv Xi held Liang Qu in her arms, gently stroking the oily, knotted long hair, separating the tangled black mass: "Don't be sad, don't be sad, it will be fine, it will be fine."

His heart jumped lightly. Liang Qu forgot the fatigue of his body and spirit for a while, just feeling itchy on his neck.

Slap!

Reached out and slapped, fingernails pinched.

A louse full of blood exploded with a crisp sound.

Not bad.

Three months passed in a flash.

"One two one, one two one!"

The weather was scorching.

Young men carried bamboo baskets on their shoulders, transporting mud.

There were more and more disaster victims, and the stored food was not enough to distribute. Fortunately, the land after composting had its first harvest, growing cabbage and rapeseed, giving the Chong tribe a brand new hope.

Only boiling water to bathe was puzzling, it seemed to prevent plague?

In just one late spring and early summer, the patriarch of the Chong tribe, Gun, seemed to have received the inspiration of the gods, with ideas emerging one after another, and more and more people who were disappointed in Gun regained confidence.

Liang Qu was busy with command and dispatch every day. The soles of his feet were bloody from walking. He asked Hou Xuan to distribute rice seeds to plant in damp places, asked Bo Fu to distribute food so that the harvest was even in the territories of all the princes, and brought out various farm tools. His physical strength and spirit were always in a state of tension.

Everyone was moved by Gun's perseverance, feeling that if they replaced him, they would definitely not be so persistent.

Only Liang Qu himself didn't feel he was grinding hard. He knew he was breaking the barrier, and what he saw was the carrot hanging in front of his eyes.

The direction is set, just do it.

Another three months.

The small rivers communicated with each other, the flood bypassed the village, and a tribe was successfully saved.

People cried with joy, ran to tell each other, and danced.

Liang Qu was under the scorching sun, the sweat dried on his body, precipitating salt grains. He grinned, blood spilled from his lips. He looked at the sun, dazed, and felt a bit worried.

It's going to be cold.

The third three months.

A full nine months.

The severe winter arrived, the heavy rain turned into heavy snow, and the cold caused batches of strong men in the tribe to fall. Hou Xuan froze off his little toe. He didn't feel it when he walked, and when he turned back to pick it up, it was frozen like a hard black stone.

Liang Qu had a high fever. Nv Xi prayed to the heavens. He was delirious with fever and forgot many things.

Fever subsided.

He became lazy.

The cold wind was like a knife. It was better to be comfortable in the quilt. He didn't want to get up, didn't want his toes to freeze off. He wrapped himself in animal skin and curled up in the corner. Only at noon did he get up to show his face and encourage them twice.

Nv Xi shook his shoulders to wake him, but it was useless. She didn't persuade him, added two pieces of charcoal, and quietly lifted the man's feet to warm them in her arms.

The people gathered in the Chong tribe began to disperse. The iron shovel hit the frozen soil and rolled its edge, and the efficiency was greatly reduced.

Hou Xuan was anxious and helpless. When someone asked, he could only use the illness as an excuse.

"What? Shun is coming?" Liang Qu sat up in surprise from his lazy illness.

Hou Xuan nodded: "Shun took over the government of the Son of Heaven and patrolled the four directions. He will be here in three months."

He saw that Gun's water governance was without shape, so he executed Gun at Feather Mountain...

Lightning crossed the sky.

"Quick, help me up! I can still work!"

Three months arrived.

A full year.

Nv Xi combed Liang Qu's hair, and he met Emperor Shun.

Liang Qu was stunned.

Before the carriage, "Xu Xu Zishuai" carried his hands on his back, his clothes fluttering. Before the roaring great river, the originally tightly frowned eyebrows relaxed slightly after arriving near Hukou. Seeing Gun stunned, he was displeased.

Liang Qu hurriedly restrained his smile and checked himself first.

If he let Shun take him to Feather Mountain to be executed, this Six Demon Trial would be ruined!

"Eight years of ineffectiveness is my responsibility. Gun is ashamed of the world's common people. Fortunately, a year ago, I Gun changed blocking to dredging, dredged two rivers, successfully governed Hukou, and was about to go to Liang Mountain and Qi Mountain.

However, merits and demerits cannot offset each other. The common people died because of my ineffective water governance, and the sins are heavy. I have recorded the water governance method on stone slabs, set three plans, and handed them to Hou Xuan. Please Emperor, punish my crime!"

"Woo woo woo."

Outside the crowd, Nv Xi raised her sleeves to sob, tears filling her clothes.

The crying was infectious, more and more people sobbed, and the two female relatives who looked like Long Yao and Long Li cried the loudest.

Shun was silent.

"Those who use merits are not as good as those who use demerits."

Boom boom boom.

The carriage left.

The crowd cheered loudly.

Nv Xi broke into tears and smiled, rushing forward to hug him.

"Damn, my brain is burnt."

The palm slapped his forehead, Liang Qu looked directly at the sun in the sky and regained his spirit.

Everything is difficult at the beginning.

With the first year of water governance learning experience, Liang Qu gradually arranged for veterans, started work on multiple lines, and in less than half a year, the floods in the Heng and Wei rivers in Jizhou were calmed. He turned to the Ji River and the Yellow River.

More people were trained, more projects were opened, and more tools were invented.

The youth of the Chong tribe pushed a single-wheeled cart on the ridge of the field.

Liang Qu even discovered an open-pit coal mine. The fuel changed from charcoal to coke, and the efficiency jumped significantly again. During this period.

The heavy rain in the sky seemed to have never stopped.

"Carnian flood."

Liang Qu walked out of the mud with a hoe, looked up at the gray sun. After that high fever, every time he couldn't persist, he would think of Emperor Shun's face, as if he had smelled a fresh carrot, and his whole person had spirit again.

"Go home to eat, brewed a jar of soy sauce, don't know if it will succeed..."

Three years passed in a flash.

The nine river channels in the lower reaches of the Sha River were unobstructed, and the Leixia depression gathered into a lake. The Yong and Ju rivers also flowed into the Leixia Marsh. Mulberry-growing land was raised with silkworms.

After that, the Wei and Zi rivers, the Huai and Yi rivers, until the Pengli region gathered all the water into a lake, serving as a place for the wild goose formation to fly south and winter every year.

People looked at Gun with shining eyes.

Another three years.

Yunze and Mengze were calmed, and there was green grass for filtering wine during sacrifices.

The Tuo and Cen rivers were dredged, there was hard iron for carving, stone arrowheads for making arrows, and chime stones for making chimes.

Yi, Luo, Chan, Magistrate Jian, Qi, Ju, Feng, Jing, Wei rivers...

A hundred rivers enter the sea!

The flood no longer roared, and wherever it went, it nourished the ten thousand miles of land.

The people of the world sang his beautiful name.

Liang Qu felt less and less tired. He felt that he was a great river tamer, and every river became gentle from violent. Every time he couldn't persist, he would go to talk to Emperor Shun, who had officially succeeded to the throne.

Seeing his face, it seemed like he recalled his original intention.

He opened nine mountain ranges and diverted nine great rivers.

The nine provinces were unified, the four borders were habitable, and the princes within the five lakes could all come to the capital for alliances and audiences.

Emperor Shun bestowed Gun a black jade scepter.

Traveling on dry roads by carriage, on water by boat, on muddy roads by sled, and on mountain roads by clogs with teeth.

The Chong people returned to that small tribe where everything began.

Dogtail grass grew in the cracks, and broken iron shovels piled up like mountains.

"Let's cast something with iron shovels? To commemorate the calming of the flood!" Hou Xuan, who had long since become a middle-aged man, suggested.

"What should we cast?"

"A bowl! Everyone needs to eat, eating is the first priority, casting a bowl is the best!"

"Casting a bowl can't reflect the Emperor's majesty. Use a tripod for cooking, big and heavy!"

"Yes, cast a tripod!"

"If we cast a tripod, what should we carve on it?"

Everyone said a few words, and finally looked at the Emperor above.

Liang Qu's thoughts drifted far away. He thought of that small dirt mound, thought of that slightly warm afternoon.

Datong Prefecture.

The vortex flashed with waves.

Sword Disciple Feng Ying entered from the golden wheel in the lower abdomen and walked out from the palm on the upper right of the golden Buddha.

"Came out, came out! It's the Sword Disciple of the Profound Heaven Sect! Brother Li, what Buddha did he seize?"

Brother Li remembered the orientation and kept flipping through the book, finding the corresponding position.

"Found it, one of the eight great Bodhisattvas, Void Treasury Bodhisattva! The realm of infinite void, qi and fortune can be infinitely produced and distributed!"

"Hmm, what does it mean..."

"Formless sword qi increases several times! Qi and fortune will improve!"

Wow!

"Came out again! Came out again!"

"It's the Heavenly Sword Tomb's!"

"Wait, above, the Buddhist Son of the Hanging Temple also came out!"

"Upper eight hands, Buddha! It's a Buddha!"

"What Buddha?"

"Medicine Buddha! Medicine Glazed Light Tathagata who heals all diseases in the world!"

One after another, resounding names exploded. The crowd was like a sea tide. Accompanied by Huai Kong walking out, green light was sown on the world, and everyone's body seemed to be healed.

The common people were all plunged into endless fanaticism.

If this is not a miracle, what is a miracle?

However, before the sword qi and green light appeared for long, a wheel of golden light suddenly exploded on the top of the golden Buddha, like a rising sun, shining on the world!

Compared with the sun, all light is a tiny candle flame.

Everyone squinted their eyes, and all miracles melted away like spring snow.

Huai Kong silently turned the beads.

Feng Ying's sword qi of dozens of feet in the palm dissipated, shrinking back to more than ten feet, feeling lost.

"Great Sun Tathagata!"

Brother Li at the gate of Crouching Dragon Temple swallowed a mouthful of saliva, regardless of his sour and tearful eyes, trying hard to open them wide.

In the light, a figure walked out slowly.

The silver fish on the clothes jumped from the shoulder to the chest, splashing water.

Baron of Baron Xingyi!

"It's the Baron of Baron Xingyi!"

"Root Buddha!"

"It's the Root Buddha!"

The common people knelt and worshiped incessantly, prostrating.

"Master! Great Master! Abbot!"

Liang Qu jumped off the Buddha's head, landed at the door, and greeted them in turn. Everyone was full of joy.

Ten years of water governance.

All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, bubbles, shadows, like dew and like lightning, should be viewed as such.

All the fatigue was dissolved at this moment, relieved, like unloading shackles!

Liang Qu felt that his spirit had experienced a hearty tempering, turning iron into steel!

The "wall" that had not been built on the second Immortal Island faintly showed signs of being established again!

"Hurry in!"

The bonfire rushed to the sky.

The white elephant drew water, and the copper bells rang.

A grand celebration.

At night, Liang Qu held Long Yao. Although they hadn't seen each other for three days, they were passionate like fire.

"In the Buddhist gate... ha... not good, right?"

"All Buddhas and Bodhisattvas come from the Great Sun Tathagata. I am... Great Joy Zen!"

The candle flame flickered.

26th.

After touching the coral and giant clams in the temple, Liang Qu, refreshed, sat at the head. He had no more worries. "Lecturing" was not him, he was just a "repeater" acting as a mouthpiece.

Seriously recorded what the Golden Vajra Master Mingwang said, for a whole month, returned fully loaded.

During this period, Cha Qing and others who arrived later also knew the purpose of the Great Snow Mountain and were shocked.

June.

Liang Qu easily persuaded the old monk to go to Pingyang Prefecture. Apart from the Hanging Temple's obstruction, it went smoothly. Everything was perfect, and he finally bid farewell to the Hanging Temple and headed towards Blue Lake.

He didn't forget an important matter in the middle.

Dream White Fire!

July.

Sold the last five spots.

On the great marsh, treasure boats surrounded, people and frogs mixed, looking for their positions in order, surrounding into an airtight "ball".

The old toad lay on the big fat head and yawned at the sky.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready!"

People and frogs answered in unison.

"Good!"

Liang Qu released the Dream White Fire and flashed back to his position.

The treasure fish panicked, flicked its tail and scurried, and jumped out of the water unexpectedly. In an instant, it twisted when it came into contact with the air, and suddenly burst into a strong but not dazzling white flame.

The purest light in the world!

Human faces were illuminated.

The state of mind fell into a blank and scribbled wantonly.

Quietly, everyone deduced their future, immersed in enlightenment, sponge absorbing water.

Only Liang Qu.

He looked around, stretched out his hand, five fingers straight, shadows clear, opened and closed and clenched, dizziness surged.

Muttered and asked.

"Am I, awake?"

Branch-shaped lightning flashed and extinguished in the clouds, growing from the sea into the dark sky, with a roar in his ears.

The palm was full of cold, moist hardness.

Liang Qu opened his eyes, looking blankly at this strange and humid mountain cave. The laughter and laughter just now disappeared without a trace.

The cold wind poured in, and he stumbled in the direction of the wind.

The wind grew stronger, and the viscous water vapor attached to the rock wall, gathering into small streams and dripping down.

The light came out.

But it was still very dark.

Shoulders leaning against the stone wall, Liang Qu stood at the cave entrance, on a small stone platform. Lead-gray clouds shrouded the sky, and black tide collided on the cliff, shattering into white water.

Black Sea.

Boundless.

The mountain cave opened on the reef of the Black Sea, and the heaven and earth gale blew him unsteady.

Suddenly.

The roar shook the sky, as if coming from an ancient beast.

Pfft!

Like a bamboo tube blowing through a bamboo membrane, Liang Qu's eardrums shattered instantly, blood flowed out, and all sounds blurred into whimpers.

The water bag bulged.

A white ape with golden red eyes jumped out of the Black Sea and roared at the sky.

Boom!

The empty waves exploded, brushing over the cliff.

The reefs in the sea were like ashes in the fire, crumbling and disintegrating.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 937 =====