Chapter 36: Nüwa Creates Humans Without Earth

  Nüwa returned to the Nüwa Palace, and casually called her disciples, instructing them to close the palace gates for ten years. Originally, her innate qualities were not good, and it was said that she should not have prematurely grasped the subtleties of the holy opportunity. However, during this Kunlun discussion on the Tao, she listened to the enlightenment of other fellow disciples regarding the grand Dao, and unexpectedly helped her resolve doubts and understand many mysteries. Furthermore, according to Hongjun's words, she was a great saint with accomplished merit, so it seemed that this thread of opportunity was not difficult to find.

  Nüwa closed her door and pondered the thread of fate, but alas, the heavenly way is elusive. Without a chance encounter, even passing by the gate would be an ordinary occurrence. Although she knew that becoming a saint depended on the living spirit, yet from what she saw before her eyes, not even the witch and demon tribes, nor some of the heavenly and earthly spiritual roots seemed to be the kind of living spirits with great fate for her to become a saint. After ten years of closed-door meditation, unable to find an answer, she had no choice but to leave the mountain gate and wander aimlessly on the vast earth of Honghuang.

  At this time, it has been a thousand years since the last war between the two tribes of witches and demons. The two tribes are like cockroaches that can't be killed, hiding for a while before standing up again to confront each other everywhere. Although there is no big fight, after all, Hong Jun only allows the two tribes of witches and demons to govern the world separately. Under insufficient strength, the witches and demons have become more honest. However, those who go out alone from both tribes are often killed without reason, with no justice or evil to speak of, completely becoming a struggle between races, stands, and fates. If it weren't for the demon tribe going to the heavenly realm, most of them gathering around Mount Buzhou, there would be fewer conflicts, fearing that it would immediately become a fight to the death.

  Nüwa walked with a furrowed brow. Whether it was the demon tribe or the witch tribe, she felt they were all so unfamiliar to her, and the friendly impression she had of them had long since disappeared. In the past, when the two tribes fought, they would at least find an excuse, but now they drew their swords as soon as they met. Why couldn't there be someone like Zhou Cheng, Fourth Senior Brother, in this world? Hmm? Someone like Zhou Cheng, Fourth Senior Brother? Nüwa's eyes widened in a cold sweat, and she suddenly woke up with a start. Ah, living beings! Could it be that my Way is to make living beings like Zhou Cheng, Fourth Senior Brother, appear in this world????

  Nüwa's mind moved and she began to calculate painstakingly on the spot. After a long time, based on her previous epiphany, she calculated her own destiny of becoming a deity. Overjoyed, Nüwa descended to the ground and started pondering the thoughts she had just had.

  With a thought, the Goddess descended to the ground, raised her hand and pointed at a thousand-year-old Chinese parasol tree by the roadside. In an instant, the thousand-year-old Chinese parasol tree transformed into a woman in green clothes, who knelt down and said: "Greetings, Your Ladyship."

  Nüwa gazed intently at the Wutong woman, looking left and right, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing, but it was actually making that woman nervous.

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

  "It's nothing, go." Nüwa waved her hand to send the woman away, and let out a faint sigh. It seems that becoming a saint is not easy. Although she can transform plants and trees, it doesn't count as creating humans, only transforming them. To create humans, one needs the fundamental substance of creation. Creating humans out of thin air would be a great merit. Nüwa thought to herself, where could this fundamental substance of creation be found? With no other choice, Nüwa set off on the road again. It seems that becoming a saint is not as simple as she had thought, although she has found the direction to solve the problem, but doesn't know the method to solve it.

  Nüwa thought all along the way, what was the key to creating humans after all. Without a result, she didn't stop either and continued her journey.

  On this day, Nüwa arrived at the sky above a shaman tribe's residence. The shamans were doing something that greatly interested Nüwa.

  Only a group of witches were seen, shouting and stirring a large mass of sticky mud, then transported to a nearby square, starting to apply it one by one to a stone pillar. Gradually, the amount of sticky mud on the pillar increased, eventually forming an outline. At this time, an elderly witch came out, performed magic with her hands, and repeatedly stroked and pressed the muddy pillar. Finally, a woman's figure appeared on the pillar, exactly like that of the ancestral witch Hou Tu.

  Nüwa couldn't help but smile slightly, feeling extremely delighted in her heart. She had finally found the way to create humans.

  Back at the palace, Nüwa took the sticky mud she had brought back from the road and added water to it as the shaman had done. After stirring it up, she picked up a lump of mud with her jade hand and placed it in the palm of her hand. Then, according to the memory of Zhōu Chéng's appearance, she spat out a mouthful of her own true yuan, combined with the great law of Hóng Jūn that she had comprehended, and sprayed it onto the mud. The mud wriggled about, and after falling to the ground, it became a sculpture similar to Zhōu Chéng's appearance, but it was motionless. Although it looked much better than the one made by the shaman, it still lacked breath, flesh, and blood, and had no thoughts.

  Nüwa put the sculpture aside with a sigh, wondering why there was such a big difference between what she had done and what she had thought. After thinking carefully for a while, Nüwa came up with another plan and immediately began to implement it.

  Nüwa's right hand reached into the mud ball again, and after a slight kneading, she placed it on the jade table. As if she had made up her mind, her right hand formed a sword-like shape with two fingers together, and with one swift stroke, she cut open her left hand that was stretched out. Instantly, a blood arrow shot towards the mud ball. Nüwa paused for a moment, as if accumulating confidence, then spat out her vital energy once more, combining it with the Great Law, and sprayed it towards the mud ball. The mud ball convulsed and grew taller, finally taking on a shape similar to that of Zhou Cheng, although he was not wearing clothes, but had flesh and blood. As soon as Nüwa saw him, she was overjoyed, but when she saw that he didn't move for a long time, she became puzzled. She walked over and casually pulled him, and unexpectedly, she also pulled down the jade stone table. He didn't cry out in pain or make any sound.

  Nüwa's eyes, which had been shining with delight, suddenly dimmed. This time, there was flesh and blood, but still no vital energy, no spirit or thought. If Hongjun hadn't deceived himself, he wouldn't have created such an ordinary person. Thinking carefully, Nüwa didn't know where the problem lay either.

  Nüwa took a look at the corner where Zhou was carving an image, and suddenly had attention. She left the Palace of Nüwa and went to Qingqiu Mountain.

  Zhou Cheng was preaching on Qingqiu Mountain, and as soon as he had a thought, he sighed and said: "Ah, she's come again." He immediately stopped preaching and called out: "Zhuyü, Nüwa Shūshu has arrived. Go to the mountain gate to welcome her, don't lose your manners."

  Nüwa stopped outside Qingqiu Mountain and saw the entire mountain, which sparked some interest in her heart. The fourth senior brother's Qingqiu Mountain dojo was something she had only recently learned about, and it sounded very simple, but she hadn't seen it before. The large array at the mountain gate was indeed exquisite, with a vast expanse of green mist. With a sweep of her divine consciousness, she found that there were no living beings inside. At least, she couldn't see anything unusual, but when she tried to approach actively, it was like trying to move a boulder - not even half a step could be taken.

  Nüwa was lost in thought when a soft female voice came from beside her.

  "Miss, the teacher is inviting you!" It was actually the disciple brought by Shifu during the last Kunlun Mountain debate. Nüwa nodded and replied: "Zhusi Sheng will lead the way."

  "You don't have to be polite, Princess." Nüwa thought to herself, praising the courtesy of her senior brother's disciple. His cultivation wasn't high, but he was a clever and charming young man.

  "Sister, this time I came to Qingqiu Mountain to live in seclusion, is there something important?" Zhou Cheng asked.

  "Hmm, but there is something." Nüwa was carefully observing the entire top of Qingqiu Mountain, and indeed, as the outside world said, it was all thatched cottages. Even the platform where the lecturer sat was extremely simple, although it looked a bit familiar, but ultimately just a piece of stone. A little further away, there was a large lake, with an unknown ring suspended above it, and below, a group of dragons led a group of brocade carp playing together, occasionally jumping towards the high-altitude ring, but unable to reach it, and falling straight down. Zhou Cheng's sudden question startled her, and in her haste, she replied flusteredly.

  "The Great Way of Sanctification, I have already comprehended it. However...” Nüwa felt a bit embarrassed to speak out, after a long while she only said, “I used that sticky earth mixed with clear water, like molding mud, wanting to knead the earth to create humans. The result was just an empty shell, lacking spirit and intelligence."

  Chu thought for a moment, isn't it obvious? If you can create humans by simply grabbing a handful of mud, then perhaps only after the harmony of heaven and earth can this be done.

  "Excuse me, brother, can you help me shape clay into humans?" Nüwa asked with some expectation.

  "I'm ugly." Zhou Cheng couldn't think of any excuse to refuse, so he casually made something up.

  "Brother Shifu actually joked, in our eyes, there is no distinction between beauty and ugliness, let alone Brother Shifu... " Nuwa smiled slightly and didn't say anything else.

  "Do you really want to create humans?"

  "Not creating humans would mean not becoming a saint." Nuwa replied.

  "Anyway, I'll just give you a sentence, how to act, still need you to think for yourself."

  "What's up?"

  "It's hard to create humans and good soil is difficult to find." Then, without saying more, she turned back to her thatched cottage, letting the rustling of the bamboo see off the Nuwa with a seemingly enlightened face.

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