In China, it was believed that when the earth had not yet separated from the sky, the entire Universe was an egg filled with chaos. In this egg Pangu was born and grew by itself. He curled up in a ball and fell asleep for eighteen thousand years because he didn’t know what to do next. While Pangu was sleeping, a chisel and a large ax spontaneously appeared next to him and began to press him in the side. Pangu woke up, but felt nothing but sticky darkness. His heart was filled with longing. He took the ax and hit the chisel with all his might. There was a deafening roar, which happens when mountains crack, and... the egg split! Everything light and pure - yang - immediately rose up and formed the sky, and everything heavy and dirty - yin - sank and became earth. Thus, thanks to the blow of the ax, heaven and earth were separated from each other. And Pangu’s melancholy went away because he did a good job.
But fear immediately took the place of melancholy: what if heaven and earth unite again! Pangu rested his feet on the ground and supported the sky with his head. Every day he grew by one zhang. Azhang is three meters. The sky moved away from the earth by the same distance. Next to Pangu, a tree grew just as quickly, the roots of which were firmly in the ground, and the branches did not want to leave the sky.
Another eighteen thousand years passed. The sky rose very high. The earth has become thick. Pangu's body also grew extraordinary. And the tree became as tall as the giant. This worried Panga very much. After all, he did not want earth and sky to be connected. He began to hit the trunk with a chisel and an ax until he cut the tree down.
“So I’ve finished my work, now I’ll rest,” Pangu thought.
But his strength was completely exhausted. He fell to the ground and died, devoting his whole life to work.
His last breath became wind and clouds, his cry became thunder, his left eye became the sun, and his right eye became the moon. Pangu's torso became five sacred mountains, arms and legs became four cardinal points, blood became rivers, veins became roads, skin and hair became forests and grasses, teeth and bones became precious stones and metals, and the spinal cord became the sacred jade stone. And even the sweat that appeared on his body, seemingly completely useless, turned into raindrops and dew.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru