latelenovela Chapter 45 Nuwa herself lit incense
Chapter 45 Nuwa herself lit incense
"what!"
Yang Jiao subconsciously let out a soft "hmm," but soon found herself completely captivated by the rhythm of the 'Fuxi Divine Echo,' and uncontrollably began to play it naturally.
Clang!
Clang!
A clear, melodious sound rang out, lingering in the air...
Accompanied by this piano music.
"what!"
"Look!"
"The goddess has appeared!"
"How is this possible..."
“We have been kneeling here for so many years, and the goddess appeared as soon as the little girl arrived.”
People shouted in frustration.
But then,
The statue of Nuwa lit up between its eyebrows, and suddenly, the ground beneath its feet began to tremble.
The crowd outside the hall was terrified and kowtowed, begging for mercy.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. Goddess Nuwa, please calm down. We did not mean to offend Your Majesty."
They felt that this might not be a divine intervention, but rather an act of anger!
"It sounds beautiful, I played it really well..."
Yang Jiao felt that the melody in her heart was even stronger than the sound of the zither. Before she could react, the statue in front of her was standing right in front of her!
She shuddered and stammered:
"Nuwa... Your Majesty!"
We've met the Mother of Humanity!
According to seniority, everyone in the world is a child of the goddess Nuwa, and Yang Jiao is practically begging her to be called "mother."
result……
"Huh? Legs... it's a snake's tail."
I'm so upset! I can't hug him anymore!
As soon as the Goddess Nuwa appeared, the people outside the palace were overjoyed. After so many years, the goddess had finally been moved by their prayers and appeared to them!
They all kowtowed and bowed, before they could even take another look.
With a bang, the grand hall doors slammed shut.
At this moment, Nuwa, the goddess, had a face full of sorrow. She gently stepped forward, took the little girl's hand, and looked at her again and again.
Xiao Yangjiao was so frightened that she wanted to shrink back.
Heart Road:
"Could it be that I made too many wishes, and the Empress herself came out to spank me?"
Before she could think of any other reason, she felt a warmth on the back of her hand.
Yang Jiao quickly looked up.
"Is the Goddess Nuwa crying?"
She panicked immediately.
He quickly wiped away her tears with his hand.
Are all those wishes of hers such a huge workload? Even the Empress was exhausted to tears…
Before she could finish her thought, the Goddess Nuwa waved her hand, took down the ancient zither, placed it on her tail, and lifted it up, saying to Yang Jiao:
"Who taught you to play this piece?"
In this world, only one person knows this skill.
That was... my older brother.
Before my brother disappeared, he played this piece of music, sacrificing himself to strengthen humanity and merging with the nation's destiny!
The goddess Nuwa thought of Fuxi and was filled with sorrow.
Seeing this, Yang Jiao slowly placed her hands on the guqin and began to play.
Between the five notes of the pentatonic scale, the melody arises spontaneously.
Nuwa listened with tears in her eyes, and in a daze, she saw that majestic figure again, sacrificing himself so that humankind could continue to multiply and survive forever.
"elder brother……"
"I heard your music again today."
The goddess Nuwa looked down at the little girl and asked again:
"Who taught you that?"
Yang Jiao dared not say it was a system, and after a moment's thought, she said:
"I saw this zither after I lit the incense, and it just popped into my head."
"When you see each other, you understand each other."
Nuwa looked at Yang Jiao again with a hint of tenderness in her eyes, and said softly:
"Since you are so destined to be with Brother Fuxi, then you are destined to be with me as well."
What promises did you just make?
Upon hearing that the Goddess Nuwa had asked this question herself, Yang Jiao quickly repeated what she had just said.
The smile on Nuwa's face slowly faded as she heard those wishes.
Seeing this, young Yang Jiao, being quite perceptive, stepped forward, tugged at the Empress's sleeve, and held up one finger, saying:
"Then I have only one wish: please grant me a stick of incense to light yourself, Your Majesty."
Immediately, Goddess Nuwa tapped Yang Jiao's forehead, about to tease him, when she felt a familiar scent emanating from her fingertips.
"Ok?"
It seems that quite a few people are destined to be with this little guy.
But what's a little red dot on the forehead?
She has never lit incense in billions of years. What about the Primordial Heavenly Venerable and the Three Pure Ones?
Can you give more than I can?
"Then I'll light some incense for you."
After speaking, Goddess Nuwa picked up a strand of her hair, broke it off, and rubbed it between her fingers.
The hair slowly solidified into a pillar, which turned out to be a fragrant hair stick!
No wonder Master Taiyi said that no one had ever received such a favor before; Yang Jiao felt that this kindness was far too precious.
However, the incense making was not yet finished.
Nuwa held the incense stick in her hand, her fingertips tracing across her delicate wrist. Instantly, beads of bright red blood appeared and quickly dripped down in strings.
"Goddess Nuwa!"
Yang Jiao exclaimed in surprise.
Nuwa smiled and soaked the incense stick made of her hair with her own blood. From the spiritual light behind her, a flame of great virtue in creating humankind flew out.
It landed on the hair fragrance, and immediately a wisp of smoke rose up.
"Here is the incense you lit yourself; take it."
At that moment, Yang Jiao almost hesitated to accept it. She watched as Nuwa smiled at her after she had done all this.
I feel guilty.
He immediately knelt down heavily.
"What are you doing? You should thank someone else."
Yang Jiao guessed that it must be Emperor Fuxi, but dared not say it aloud, and only kowtowed in thanks:
"Thank you for the incense, Your Majesty. Yang Jiao is deeply grateful."
The goddess Nuwa helped her up, then placed the incense in Xiao Yangjiao's hands. Her gaze remained fixed on the ancient zither, and she sighed softly:
"If you really want to thank me, come to the Nuwa Palace and play another song for me in the future."
"I can tell you a story then."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jiao's eyes welled up with tears, and she nodded repeatedly while holding the incense stick she had lit.
"Pfft, is it a chick pecking at rice?"
Nuwa tapped her forehead again, deliberately pressing her finger on the red dot before saying:
"Go ahead, I'll be waiting for you here."
"Thank you for your great kindness, Your Majesty. Yang Jiao will definitely come to the Nuwa Palace more often to play the zither for Your Majesty."
She wanted to kneel again, but after she finished speaking, the image of Goddess Nuwa had vanished from her sight.
The hall was brightly lit, and the main gate slowly opened.
All that could be seen outside were the kneeling people staring in disbelief at the incense in her hand.
"I actually got it!"
Everyone was so shocked they couldn't close their mouths.
The dog demon forgot to retract its tongue, its eyes wide open, and it pounded the ground in grief, howling towards the sky.
"If I had known that going in would bring back the goddess Nuwa, what would those thirty-seven years of kneeling have mattered!"
After wailing, he silently turned his dog head to look at Yang Jiao. If he hadn't thought that it would be difficult to wear pants after transforming, so he removed his tail, he would definitely be wagging his tail wildly right now.
Is this a child?
No, it's his idol!