I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 113: Interfering with fate, the first step into cause and effect!
feast?

A pure smile appeared on Zhou Mu's face:

"Exactly."

The ascetic nodded:

"Master, you have arrived early. We should be ready tomorrow. Do you plan to go home first, or stay here temporarily with Master Huijue like us?"

"You're already here, there's no need to leave."

Zhou Mu chanted "Buddha, have mercy on me" and listened to the idle chat of several monks. He roughly understood the current situation.

These ascetics are all under the command of the great Dharma Master Huijue.
The 'Master Huijue' got three soul-seeking children and was going to try one out.

And thinking that it would be a shame to waste the skilled spirit boy who had melted the Buddha treasures and secret medicine after the failure, he simply prepared a grand ceremony, even holding a banquet and inviting many ascetics.

If the secret is found successfully, there will be a celebration banquet;

If they fail to find the secret, the ascetics can also enjoy a feast and get closer to each other.

"The Grand Master went to the East District to capture human sacrifices. I think he will be back soon."

A monk in a grey robe said with a smile:

"Whether the Grand Master succeeds or not in his quest for the secret, we can all enjoy a feast tomorrow. That's great! I haven't had any meat for a long time!"

After a pause, the gray-robed monk rubbed his belly:
"My internal energy has been a little disordered these days, and it often rushes against my meridians. I think it's because I haven't eaten enough meat. I'll have a big meal tomorrow, hehe."

Another monk wearing a bone bracelet smiled:

"I'm fine. I ate three before coming here. As a Buddhist, we are a family of three. We cooked them in one pot. They were very delicious."

"You are a useless Buddhist. Your mind is exhausted and your soul is weak. How can you be delicious? How can you compare to the real living human sacrifices in this city? I am looking forward to tomorrow!"

Hearing this, the Bone Chain Arhat laughed and shook his head:

"Yes, yes, yes, you are right. I just hope that this time, the Great Master can catch more human sacrifices. I have been practicing a superior killing method recently, and my hands are itching to get some human sacrifices to practice."

Several monks were chatting and laughing. Zhou Mu lowered his eyelids slightly, glanced at them lightly, stopped listening, and pushed the door and walked into the courtyard.

The first thing he saw was the three people tied to the iron pillar and the standing big pot.

"Master Sister and the others"

Zhou Mu's heart palpitated slightly, and he suppressed the urge to attack directly - in the courtyard next door, there was a powerful aura at the level of a real person!

With the magic order in hand, he was not afraid, but it was hard to guarantee that the senior sister and the others would not get hurt, especially the junior sister, who was just a strong body!

"Wait for the right time, wait for the right time."

After muttering a few words in his mind, Zhou Mu slowly walked to the three iron pillars and looked up.

As if realizing something, the three people on the iron pillar opened their eyes one after another.
They all stared coldly at the monk in white robes, and Mi Hu started to curse:
"Bald donkey, what are you looking at your grandpa for? What, now you want to drink your grandpa's urine? Come on, open your fat mouth, help your grandpa undress, and I'll reward you with urine!"

As he said this, he wanted to spit, but he couldn't spit because he hadn't drunk water for a long time and his mouth was dry.

Zhou Mu laughed and shook his head:

"vulgar."

"Vulgar? It's better than you demons in monk's robes!" Mi Hu continued to yell, "Come on, you thief bald donkey, come and eat your grandfather, start eating here!"

He straightened his hips.

Zhou Mu was speechless. It was the first time he saw Third Brother like this.

When Third Senior Brother was teaching me fighting techniques and practicing with me before, he was not like this.

He stroked his forehead and was about to say something when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw a Buddhist monk wearing a black robe.

"The mage is very magnanimous. If I had been insulted by this human sacrifice like this, I would have ripped out his tongue long ago."

"My Buddha is merciful."

Zhou Mu sighed and chanted a Buddhist name, then said:

"This is not a human sacrifice, this is the spiritual child of Master Huijue who is looking for the acupoints."

The black-robed monk was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"May I ask what your Dharma name is, Master? My Dharma name is exactly the same as that of Master Huijue, which is also Huijue."

Zhou Mu's mind moved, and his Dharma name
He couldn't think of anything for a moment, so he said:

"Is there such a predestined relationship? My Buddhist name is Huijue."

Huijue in black was stunned, obviously startled, then he clapped his hands and smiled:

"Wonderful, wonderful, nice to meet Master Huijue."

Zhou Mu returned the favor:

"I have also met Master Huijue."

The two monks smiled at each other, began to chat, and quickly became familiar with each other.

"Now, we are waiting for the banquet to start tomorrow."

Huijue in black pointed at the three people on the iron pillar:
"I haven't eaten meat for a long time. I'm craving for it, so I came here early. I plan to meditate here tonight."

Zhou Mu frowned slightly and said with a smile:
I never thought that I would have such a fate with Master Huijue. I think the same thing. "

"Wonderful, wonderful."

Black-clothed Hui Jue became interested and pulled Zhou Mu to sit cross-legged in front of the iron pillar. Then he asked with interest:
"Tell me, which branch or lineage did you come from? When I return to the mountain, I will pay you a proper visit. We have such a great affinity, so we should visit each other more often."

Zhou Mu’s eyelids twitched. Which branch, which vein?
How did he know?

As his thoughts turned, he clasped his hands together, then pointed to the sky, smiling without saying a word.

Black-clothed Huijue was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized:

"The master is actually directly under the Venerable Yinshan Luohan? I am blind to your talent!"

As he said that, he actually stood up and bowed deeply, which made Zhou Mu stunned.

Who?
Venerable Silver Mountain Arhat?
Didn’t he just point to the sky? Could it be the mighty Buddhist in the clouds?
Most likely.

With a pure smile on his face, Zhou Mu accepted the gift without moving. He then chatted with the black-clothed Huijue and got a rough idea of how many monks would be attending the banquet tomorrow. There would be about 30 to 40 monks at the level of Qigong practitioners.
There must be at least ten great ascetics at the second level of Qi realm.

This is a bit too much. The only good news is that no ascetic at the level of "True Person" has come.

But even so, it is still very troublesome. How to rescue the senior sisters?

Zhou Mu glanced at the three people on the iron pillar. The younger sister hung her head and seemed weak. The older sister closed her eyes. As for the third brother,

He glared at himself fiercely and sneered at him contemptuously.

Sighing softly,

He did not continue chatting with Huijue in black, but pretended to be in meditation. Seeing this, Huijue also began to practice with concentration.

While Zhou Mu was breathing in his vital energy, he was silently paying attention to any movement.

But not long after, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open, and a big monk in a red cassock came out. I thought it was the "Master Huijue".

The great monk entered the courtyard, followed by seven or eight monks, who chained up thirty or forty ragged people.

Master Huijue instructed:

"Keep them all locked up for now, so that they can be used as firewood and as ingredients for stewing soup tomorrow."

Several monks bowed, and two of them drove thirty or forty people aside. Zhou Mu saw that the black-clothed Huijue beside him was still immersed in his practice and did not notice the arrival of Master Huijue.

They followed suit, acting as if they were oblivious to external affairs.

"If you wait until tomorrow, it will be really hard to escape. Try to do it today."

His mind was turning over and over again, and he sensed that the great wizard was still giving instructions to a few monks. With a slight thought, he activated the [Art of Playful Killing].

The [Art of Playful Killing] aims to manipulate the will of heaven, create coincidences, and kill people invisibly by chance. It is the only method used for "hidden killing" and "assassination" among the [Seven Treasures and Seven Killing Techniques of Taibai Emperor Lao].

But it couldn't be more suitable for this moment.

The thought gradually sinks,

The soul, whose barrier with the body has been completely eliminated, becomes active, trying to sense the secrets and destiny of the universe, trying to interfere.

Just at the beginning, Zhou Mu felt that the vitality in his body was being consumed crazily, and his soul was also exhausted - this killing technique was originally a killing technique that could only be practiced by those in the heavenly realm.
After all, it was a bit difficult to control it with a body in the Qi realm.

If I hadn't been practicing the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts, with a hundred times more vitality in my body than people of the same realm, I'm afraid...
Enduring the uncomfortable feeling of losing vitality and exhausting soul,
In the dark vision of closed eyes,
He seemed to see one line of stars after another, densely packed together.

That is 'cause and effect'.

[The Art of Playful Killing] is a preliminary study of cause and effect, and is a necessary prerequisite for practicing [Theft and Killing].

"let me try."

The Great Master Huijue was at a higher level than himself, so it was too difficult for him to interfere, and his own vitality was not enough.

Zhou Mu turned to look at the side of Master Huijue, and saw a monk wearing a gray cassock and at the first level of the Qi realm. He was the one who greeted him at the gate of the courtyard before.

As his mind turned, he glanced at another monk who came to move the giant pot. This monk was wearing a bone bracelet and was the one who had just been outside the courtyard gate.

[The Art of Playful Killing], if one's own magical power is not enough to significantly interfere with the destiny and cause and effect, then one must find a clever way and pay attention to the interconnectedness of each step.

Zhou Mu recalled that the gray-robed monk said that he was prone to reversal of vitality recently, and the bone-chain monk said that he was obsessed with a killing method recently.
His thoughts manipulated the star lines, and his soul interfered with the destiny.

The bone chain monk came over to move the huge pot next to the iron pillar. While moving it, he subconsciously thought about the killing method he had just learned.
In the distance, Master Huijue stopped and listened attentively to the report from his subordinates.

"Master, all the invitations have been sent out. There should be about sixty or seventy monks coming tomorrow."

The gray-robed monk said respectfully:

"Then, some ascetics arrived early, such as the two Dharmas who were meditating over there."

He suddenly paused, and Master Huijue frowned and looked sideways:
"Why?"

The gray-robed monk bowed quickly and said intermittently:

"There is a small problem with the flow of vital energy in my body. The Chong meridian is flowing backwards. Master, please forgive me."

As he said this, he couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

Master Huijue waved his hand:
"Then go and rest first."

"Yes, Archmage."

The monk in gray walked towards the house in two steps, wanting to meditate and calm the turbulence in his body.

Although it is not a big deal, it is common for vital energy to rush back into the meridians, but it is still very uncomfortable.

As he hurriedly walked, the gray-robed monk subconsciously glanced at the two monks sitting cross-legged in front of the iron pillar.

But he accidentally bumped into the bone-chained monk who was moving a giant pot. The monk was thinking about fighting techniques and was in a trance.
After being hit, the killing method he had imagined was put into effect. He swung his hand and struck out with a palm, and the energy of heaven and earth in his meridians sank into his palm!

‘Boom! ! ’

The wind wave exploded, and the gray-robed monk was hit in the chest. He stepped back several steps and coughed up a large mouthful of blood. The vital energy in his body, which was already rushing against his meridians, suddenly became disordered.
His face changed, and he immediately wanted to sit cross-legged and calm his breath, while the bone-chain monk who was carrying the huge pot hurriedly put it down:

"Yuan Miao, I was not paying attention for a moment, are you okay?"

The monk with the bone chain stepped forward to support the monk in gray robes, and stopped him from sitting cross-legged.
The latter had been hit for no apparent reason, and the reversing vitality in his body was now rioting, and he was getting very angry.
Then he said evilly:
"Get out of here!"

The gray-robed monk flicked his sleeves violently, exerting two or three points of strength, but the chaotic vital energy in his body seemed to have found an outlet, and by some strange coincidence, it violently rushed into his palm and poured out!

'puff! '

The gray-robed monk flicked his sleeve and slapped the bone-chain monk's chest. The violent energy swept across, and the latter was completely unprepared. He fell straight out, spilling blood!
"Yuan Miao, what are you doing?!"

Master Huijue happened to turn around at this moment and saw this scene. He shouted angrily with a loud sound, like the sound of morning bells and evening drums, awakening the deaf and dumb!

He is at the second level of Qi Realm. His vital energy has been integrated with his physical body. Every move he makes is powerful. The sound he makes is like rolling thunder, fierce and endless!
"Master, I"

The gray-robed monk was already panicking, and after hearing this angry roar, his head buzzed, his mind stagnated slightly, and the vitality in his body completely rioted, rushing around, tearing up his meridians, and breaking his internal organs.
What a coincidence that all the old hidden injuries were washed away!

The gray-robed monk froze, blood gushing out of his mouth and nose.

Blood was oozing out of all 36,000 pores in his body. He seemed to be possessed. He waved his hands around randomly, then fell to his knees on the ground exhausted, without any breath left.

[Kill the great evil demon, add 471 minor merits]

[Kill the evil demon, add 99 minor merits]

(End of this chapter)