I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 42 Who are the Three Sovereigns and what are the names of the Five Emperors?
early morning.

Small village.

The gentleman walked to the entrance of the village early in the morning, sat down on a large bluestone slab, touched the moss on the slab which was a little slippery due to the morning dew, and yawned.

"Sir, sir!" The children gathered around and shouted happily.

Niuniu, with twin ponytails, chews beetroots, looking silly:

"Sir, do you have a story to tell today?"

"Stories - oh, stories." The gentleman seemed to be still asleep and yawned again: "I can't think of any interesting stories."

Niuniu spit out the beetroot that had been chewed into a mushy ball. The gentleman held out the board and patted her lightly:
"Don't do that."

Niuniu stuck out her tongue and asked:
"Sir, sir, in the story you told me before, monsters dominated the earth, and humans performed blood sacrifices to summon the sages who lived many, many years ago."

After a pause, Niuniu said in confusion:
"Are the ancient sages so powerful that they can defeat the monsters?"

The gentleman smiled:
“Some were that great, some weren’t, but most of them got it later.”

"Ah?" The children asked, "Why?"

The gentleman pondered for a moment, then said:
"It's hard to explain clearly. In short, the ancient sages all had their own luck, some subtle and some enormous. However, at that time, their luck was suppressed by the palace in heaven, and only a few could become immortals."

After a pause, he continued:

"After the palace in heaven collapsed and disappeared, the sages who returned were no longer suppressed. They were burdened with the thoughts of all living beings that had accumulated over countless years. Their cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and they reached the heights they were supposed to be at."

Niuniu suddenly realized:

"So, even if the sages who just arrived were not very powerful, they would gradually become more powerful, right?"

"Not at all."

The gentleman patiently explained:
"There are sages who are close to being saints, and in ancient times they were comparable to great immortals and gods, but they are only a handful."

"As for the rest, not all of them have reached such a high level. Some are extremely talented and unrivaled, while others are just mediocre."

Hearing this, the children seemed to understand, but Niuniu chewed another handful of beetroot quietly and said vaguely:
"Sir, any examples?"

"some."

The gentleman smiled and said:
"For example, a certain sage was so strong that he could move mountains and conquer the world in ancient times, and was revered as the Overlord. After returning from the blood sacrifice and reincarnation, he became even more extraordinary."

He took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and continued:
"His cultivation progress is not just a thousand miles a day. In just a few hundred years, he can be comparable to the ancient immortals.

Unfortunately, he took a shortcut in the end and cut off all emotions and desires. Although he reached the level of a True King by doing so, and could easily kill an ancient Bodhisattva or a True Lord with a single-handed hammer, he would never be able to advance again in his lifetime."

The children seemed to understand what she said, but Niuniu said:
"Oh, then he's at a big loss, right?"

"It was a big loss, and now we are making up for it."

Mr. sighed:
"My heartless and thoughtless self sits on the clouds, with the common people at my feet. My sentient other walks in the world, trying to complete myself. Is it that easy?"

After saying this, he shook his head and sighed again:

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

………………

groggy.

dim.

"This is where?"

Zhou Mu muttered to himself and looked around. It was all very vague, but he could see a blue-black bronze order in the very far distance and on the outermost edge.

He came to his senses:
“This is the deepest part of my spiritual world and the ocean of my soul.”

"So, what is this?"

Squatting down, staring at the eight crisscrossing iron chains, Zhou Mu was in a daze.

What is sealed under the iron chains?
he does not know.

He stroked the chains. There were words on each chain, which was a question. Zhou Mu naturally realized that as long as he answered a question, he could unlock a shackle.

After answering the eight questions, the shackles were removed.

"What the hell."

He cursed and realized that there was something wrong, a big problem. Whose spiritual world would have eight big iron chains? ?

And these eight questions.
Zhou Mu was in a daze. Eight chains, eight shackles, and eight questions.

In fact, these two questions can be combined into one.

The problem seems simple.

Who are the [Three Sovereigns] and what are the names of the [Five Emperors]?

The names and taboos of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors add up to eight people, and each person corresponds to a shackle.

"Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors." Zhou Mu pondered. He really knew them. They were not found in books, but were passed down orally.
Even though everyone is living for food now, they still remember the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors from countless years ago. He smiled confidently:

"Emperor Yao, Emperor Shun!" The two shackles glowed slightly and were suddenly released.

"Emperor Zhuanxu! Emperor Shaohao!" Two more shackles broke.

"Emperor Ku (kù)!" It means that the last shackle of the Five Emperors vibrated and broke.

But it was only half cracked.

The explanation is correct, but only half right.

"???"

Zhou Mu was stunned for a moment. Although he was confused, he did not dwell on it. He turned to look at the other three shackles, and a look of awe appeared on his face:
"The Emperor of Man, Xuanyuan."

The shackles broke, but still did not disintegrate completely, leaving some fragments behind.

Zhou Mu understood the meaning of this, that is, this emperor is indeed Xuanyuan, but he has other identities or names, which he did not say in full.

Just a little bit off.

He thought for a moment and then said:
"The Emperor of Earth, Shennong; the Emperor of Heaven, Fuxi."

The two chains represent the shackles of the Three Emperors, each torn in half.

I haven’t said it all, there’s still a lot to go on this time.

The three emperors, the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor of Earth, are indeed Fuxi and Shennong, but
Fuxi and Shennong are far more than the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor of Earth.

Zhou Mu's smile froze:
"what?"

The next moment, he felt a tremendous gravitational force pulling him out of the depths of his spirit, and his consciousness gradually returned to his original self.

The five senses are gradually recovering.

"What a sin! I must not be so reckless again. I must not be so reckless again."

I heard the constant chattering of my second brother.
Zhou Mu opened his eyes with great effort and found himself lying on the bed in the room. Brother Chu was sitting on a chair not far away, and his second senior brother, whose face was bruised and swollen like a pig, was pacing back and forth.

"woke up?"

The second senior brother and Chu Ji glanced sideways at the same time, and the latter stood up and walked over quickly.

"I'm awake." Zhou Mu sat up straight and took a deep breath. "How long have I been unconscious?"

"It wasn't long, I just slept for one night."

The second brother touched his swollen cheek and smiled bitterly:
"As expected, recklessness will lead to disaster. Look at my face, little brother."

Zhou Mu wanted to get out of bed, but was held down by Chu Ji:

"Don't be in a hurry to get out of bed. You were badly injured after the bloody battle, and your blood essence was almost burned out. It's time to recuperate."

The second brother nodded in agreement, then turned his head and drooped his face:
"But I don't know how to explain it to Junior Sister later. If I tell her the whole story and let her know that I didn't bring her with me, she will definitely scratch my face again."

After thinking for a while, he forced a smile on his face:
"Brother Chu, if my little sister asks, you can just say that we were sparring last night and you beat her up, how about that?"

Chu Ji resisted:
"I don't want to lie."

The second brother glared:
"Brother Chu, this is not very kind of you. You were obviously laughing at me last night. You could have swept through, but..."

Chu Ji remained calm:

"There are great benefits to fighting for life and death. I am here to help you with the battle."

The two of them argued back and forth, making Zhou Mu's head buzz. He smiled bitterly and said:

"Alright, alright. There's still a wounded man!"

"I am also a wounded person!" Wang Chonghe said confidently.

Zhou Mu was helpless, but asked:
"I suddenly remembered something and wanted to ask Second Senior Brother and Brother Chu."

"What's the matter?" Chu Ji asked casually.

Zhou Mu thought about it, yawned, and said casually:
"Who are the Three Sovereigns and what are the names of the Five Emperors?"

"Why do you ask this?" The second senior brother was surprised, but he spit out a series of names, which were exactly the same as Zhou Mu's previous answer.

"Is that really the case?" Zhou Mu continued to ask casually, "Don't they have any nicknames?"

"Yes, I have."

It was Chu Ji who answered, saying casually:

"He is Emperor Ku, one of the Five Emperors. In some secret records, he is also known as [夋] and [俊], so he is also called Emperor Ku."

"Or Di Jun."

(ps: There are too many versions of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, so I’ll just follow the author’s version in the book.)

(End of this chapter)