Chapter 297: Transformation and Enlightenment

A clear light rose slowly, and when it faded away, a crystal clear flower appeared. In the position of the pistil, a girl with two small buns was sleeping. She was very cute. This was the Moon Heart Flower after it transformed.

I don’t know if it was because of the female protagonist Yin, the Moon Heart Flower became a woman after it transformed. Of course, maybe this rare thing of the Moon Heart Flower has its own gender, but Wu Yi didn’t notice it before.

The pink body of the Moon Heart Flower contains endless vitality, which drives her body to grow continuously. Her body gradually stretches out, and some female characteristics become more and more distinct.

The Green Bamboo King raised his hand and unfolded a green curtain to block Wu Yi’s sight. Wu Yi smiled helplessly. He was innocent, so why bother? However, the Green Bamboo King obviously didn’t think so.

The green screen was removed, and a young girl appeared in front of Wu Yi. She was wearing a moonlit skirt. The loose clothes could not cover her exquisite body. Her black hair was draped like a waterfall. Her plain face was elegant and she smiled faintly. Her beauty was like pink peach petals, and her manners were like orchids.

The only bad thing was that her expression was too cold. She smiled brightly and then withdrew. Her pearly teeth were not exposed at all, which meant that she kept people away from her. However, it could also be said that this was her advantage.

Wu Yi saw the appearance of Yue Xinhua after she transformed, and frowned and said: "Yue Liuli?" After Yue Xinhua transformed, she and Yue Liuli were almost carved out of the same mold, just like twin sisters.

If it weren't for the pure fragrance of plants on Yue Xinhua, Wu Yi almost thought Yue Liuli was back, but Yue Xinhua's breakthrough in transformation must have a lot to do with Yue Liuli. Even the Dao rhyme around Yue Xinhua was the same as Yue Liuli, both of which were the great way of Yin.

Yue Xinhua came forward gracefully and said politely: "Please, please give me a name, Lord of the Realm." The words were a little stiff at first, but soon became familiar, like pearls falling on a jade plate, crisp and pleasant.

Wu Yi got a new name again, but he didn't care. The stone tablet world was originally visualized by him, so why not call him Lord of the Realm.

After a little thought, Wu Yi said: "Since you are from Yue Xinhua, you should take Yue as your surname." After a pause, Wu Yi continued: "As for the name, let's call you Linglong."

Yue Xinhua, now Yue Linglong, bowed again and said: "Thank you Lord of the Realm for giving me a name."

Wu Yi looked at the Green Bamboo King and said: "Next, you will be the one to train her."

The Green Bamboo King nodded without saying anything, obviously agreeing. She was the spirit of bamboo and wood, and it would be best for her to teach Yue Linglong.

Before Wu Yi left, he subconsciously looked at the dark blue full moon hanging high in the sky, and his figure slowly dissipated.

"Liuli Linglong, it's interesting." A ball of black mist flashed by, and Mo Yinhua showed up and said jokingly.

"No man is a good thing, hum." Green Bamboo King pulled Yue Linglong away, leaving Mo Yinhua with two graceful backs, which aroused endless reverie.

Mo Yinhua was not annoyed by being scolded, and smiled evilly, his figure slowly dimmed, and no one knew where he went.

Wu Yi didn't know that the two were plotting against him behind his back, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care about it, because he had other important things to deal with at this time.

When Yue Linglong broke through, the Yin Qi gathered and the Yin veins moved abnormally, which gave Wu Yi a new idea, maybe he could give it a try.

In the past, Wu Yi practiced in the flying boat without responding to the earth veins, and the true scripture of strength "The Great Dao of Hunyuan Huanyuan" was originally practiced by borrowing the power of the earth veins. Wu Yi seemed to fall into the rut of closed-door creation.

Now that he had discovered his problem, Wu Yi sighed and left the flying boat without disturbing Shan Hui who was meditating. The speed of the flying boat, which was not fast to begin with, became even slower.

After landing on the ground, Wu Yi stood on the ground like tree roots, sensing the power of the earth veins. This place still belongs to the southern border, but it is close to the sea. Fine salt fragments can be seen on the surface of the ground, which is obviously the trace of the sea receding after the high tide.

Therefore, the earth veins here are also dominated by the earth and water veins. Wu Yi measured the land step by step, and gradually closed his Dantian Qi and meridians. His Qi and blood were not flowing, like an ordinary person.

In the past, he could find the place where the earth veins were with a simple exploration of his mind, but now the earth veins seemed to have sunk into the sea, without any trace.

After sealing off his magic power and spiritual consciousness, Wu Yi felt a deep sense of loss at first. The power to open mountains and cut off rivers was no longer there, just like a normal person who suddenly became blind, and it was difficult to adapt to it for a while.

Now, Wu Yi still has only the Dao rhyme of the Great Dao of Stillness and the Dao rhyme of the Great Dao of Movement that he has comprehended. However, without the spirit as a carrier, the Dao rhyme only makes Wu Yi have a vague temperament. Many hermits in the mortal world are no different from him.

Because the ocean is in danger of backflow from time to time, this place has long become a barren land, a wasteland. Occasionally, you can see a few tenacious grasses sticking their heads out, seeking a ray of life between the yellow sand and salt debris.

What Wu Yi is doing now is not relying on magical powers, but relying on the miscellaneous ways he has learned in the past to find the earth veins, hoping to deepen his understanding of the earth veins.

Under the scorching sun, Wu Yi sealed his magic power, and soon he was sweating profusely, but after practicing, his physique was strong, so he would not be unable to persist.

Wu Yi took one step at a time, looking for the location of the earth veins, or the main veins, according to the degree of lushness of the grass and trees. This is also the simplest way.

I don't know how many miles I walked, I only know that the white clouds in the sky blocked the scorching sun twice, a gentle breeze blew three times, I encountered mice foraging for food four times, and five times... Wu Yi seemed to have walked into a familiar yet strange place.

Seeing the clear lake not far away, Wu Yi smiled. He finally did not take the wrong path. "If my cultivation is wasted one day, I can become a Feng Shui master and not starve to death on the street." Wu Yi said self-deprecatingly, stepping towards the water.

Since there is a water source here, there must be people living there. However, perhaps because the water source is too small and there are few people, Wu Yi only saw a few thatched houses.

Hearing footsteps from outside, an octogenarian in the thatched house came out. Seeing Wu Yi in a Taoist robe and sweating profusely, he smiled kindly and said, "Little Taoist, you must be thirsty. There is only a pool of sweet springs in a radius of dozens of miles. Drink it quickly."

Wu Yi scooped up a pool of clear water, looked through his reflection, and drank it. The water was not sweet, and even a little bitter. However, it was rare to encounter such a place in the place where seawater was backflowing.

"Little Taoist priest, you are the only person I have seen in the past three years. Thinking back to the past..." The old man kept talking, and it seemed that he had not spoken to anyone for a long time.

From the old man, Wu Yi knew that this place was not so desolate. Although there were not many people, it was a small village. However, a flood threatened the water for daily use, and countless crops died. Many people left their homes.

Not long after the natural disaster, strong men entered the country, burned, killed and looted. The old man pointed to the deep scar on his neck, and told Wu Yi half happily and half sadly that he had become the last living person in the village.

"Why don't you leave and find a safe place to spend your old age?" Wu Yi asked curiously.

"I'm old, and this place is good. There are still villagers to accompany me." The old man pointed to the tombstones standing not far away, with a peaceful expression, and he had long been indifferent to life and death.

"Besides, there is holy water here, so you don't have to worry about dying of thirst." The old man smiled and said, after seeing the world clearly, you can still love it, so free and easy, Wu Yi couldn't help but bow to the old man.

Wu Yi sat down beside the water source, muttering something in his mouth, as if he was chanting a sutra and praying. The old man shook his head, thinking that he was thanking the holy water, so he didn't disturb him. He sat aside and listened to Wu Yi uttering words and sentences that he didn't understand.

Of course, Wu Yi was not praying, but reciting the "Great Dao Sutra of Hunyuan Huanyuan", hoping to connect the water veins below.

What Wu Yi didn't expect was that, as he was reciting, he seemed to have turned into this lake, giving the surrounding creatures the source of life, year after year, day after day, night after night, without stopping, witnessing the ocean rolling back, witnessing the robbery of strong men, witnessing...

But, he was still himself, even if he was occasionally polluted by the sea water, he could recover after a period of time. Compared with the creatures around him, his fate was long and far-reaching, and he could be called immortal.

The aura emanating from Wu Yi's body became more and more transcendent, becoming like the lake in front of him, and his figure became illusory.

The old man thought he had seen it wrong, patted Wu Yi on the shoulder, and called: "Little Taoist, are you okay."

Wu Yi suddenly woke up, a drop of sweat on his forehead, it was a close call before, he almost became the water god of this place, and he had to be more careful when sensing the earth veins in the future. Now that he has sealed his magic power, he is easily affected by the power of the earth veins.

"Thank you, old man." Wu Yi declined.

The old man wanted to keep Wu Yi, but he saw that Wu Yi was already several feet away. In a blink of an eye, he was already dozens of feet away, and then he could no longer be seen.

The old man sighed lonely and was about to turn around and leave, but he found that the holy water in front of him had a slight movement, bubbling, and living water was pouring in continuously, and the area was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"God has eyes." The old man's somewhat dim tears slowly flowed down the gullies on his face, "Son, the water is coming, go home."

The old man was reluctant to leave this place, not only because of protection, but also because of waiting, but, is the person he is waiting for still there?

Some readers asked why there are only more than 2,000 words in each chapter now. Yes, Sanren used to have more than 3,000 words. In the past, there were two chapters a day, and this was during the school period. At that time, I had to write until one or two in the morning every day. I originally wanted to get the creation guarantee, but I didn't get it. I was depressed, so I only updated once a day. It's the same now. In fact, Sanren basically updates two chapters a day now, and saves the extra ones. I really want to go back to the days when I was writing novels, but it's hard to do that now.