I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 114: A big fight, slaughtering the monsters
"Wonderful!" Some monks gathered around him, and a cry of surprise came from not far away:
"My heart and lungs have been shattered!"

The huge courtyard was in chaos. Huijue in black woke up from his meditation and pulled Zhou Mu away from here. He watched from afar with a look of astonishment on his face:

"What's going on here?"

He was at a loss, and subconsciously glanced sideways at Huijue in white clothes, who had a "not insignificant background" and had a strong affinity with him, but he was stunned again.

"Mage, you."

"No problem."

Zhou Mu, with a pale face, waved his hand, his eyes were extremely deep:

"I was frightened just now, and something went wrong in my practice."

"That's all."

He quietly watched the chaos in the courtyard. His energy was almost exhausted and his soul was tired, but a smile flashed across his face.

………………

into the night.

The chaos in the courtyard gradually subsided. The two monks died inexplicably, which made the great Dharma Master Huijue very upset.
Although the deaths of the two were strange, it was indeed just a "coincidence" and did not cause any bigger commotion.

"Alright."

Master Huijue sighed softly:
"Just think of it as adding two more dishes to tomorrow's banquet."

He glanced sideways and ordered:

"Yuan Miao's true form is an oil-eating rat, right? Then apply some human oil on it and marinate it overnight. Then Kong Ku's true form is a fierce tiger, whose meat is tough and sour, so use it as firewood."

"Yes, Archmage."

After making some arrangements, he glanced at some monks who had arrived earlier.

Huijue nodded at them:

"It's a farce for you all to watch in advance."

The monks didn't know what to say and bowed one after another, while Huijue shook his head and went back to the inner room.

"Ah."

On the iron pillar, Mi Hu sneered and said:
"They eat their own kind, these monsters."

The senior sister who had been keeping her eyes closed slightly opened them and said calmly:

"They are not of the same race, but these beasts, when they were still immature, would eat even the bones of their brothers and parents. It is not surprising now."

Mi Hu pursed his lips, spat and cursed, but then his expression became gloomy.

After a long silence, he said softly:
"Big sister, tomorrow, please close your eyes and don't look at me."

The eldest sister said nothing. Hu Leying's eyes turned red and she sobbed softly, with a crying tone:

"Third Senior Brother"

Mi Hu smiled carefreely:
"It's just life and death, what's there to be afraid of? If Master hadn't picked me up back then, I would have been eaten long ago. But please don't open your eyes to see my miserable appearance."

Hu Leying's shoulders twitched, her eyes became redder, and tears fell drop by drop, but there was no sound.
She looked down and saw that hateful monk in white robes, who was stretching out his hands and wiping her tears.

"You bald ass!" Mi Hu yelled, "Why, you don't want to drink your grandfather's urine, but prefer to drink salty water mixed with eye mucus, right? Your grandfather's urine is even saltier!"

Hu Leying cried and whispered:

"Third Brother, I don't have any eye boogers."

Mi Hu's expression froze:
"Fourth Junior Sister, please keep quiet and don't disturb Senior Brother's performance."

After a pause, he glared at the monk in white again:

"Bald donkey! What on earth do you want to do?"

The monk in white robes did not answer, nor did he speak. He just stared at him quietly, stared at the three people, and sighed slightly.

This made Mi Hu so full of vulgar words that he didn't know where to start cursing.

Zhou Mu did not send any message to inform the three people in advance.

He was afraid that if the three of them knew he was here, they would become emotionally unstable and might make some mistakes.

And now.
Huijue, who was at the second level of Qi Realm, was in the inner room. He was confident that he could kill him head-on, but it would make a lot of noise and attract many ascetics, or even more powerful ones.
Moreover, the monk at the level of a true person next door is still there and can reach here in a moment.

Not a chance.

Not a good opportunity.

But the third senior brother will be put into the pot tomorrow. At that time, many monks will gather here and this courtyard will be full of people.

Yeah.

Let's just have a big fight.

Ten imperial edicts might not be enough, but there are only eight thousand small merits left.

Zhou Mu lowered his eyelids slightly, reached out and patted his third brother on the cheek:
"vulgar."

Mi Hu glared and continued to curse.

Amid the shouting and cursing, Huijue in black came over:

"Master, why are you so leisurely?"

Zhou Mu smiled at him:
"Just bored."

"Why don't you continue to meditate and practice?"

"Yeah, that makes sense. I was just about to do that, but when I think about what happened during the day, I can't calm down."

As he spoke, Zhou Mu changed the subject:
"I love bloodshed, but there is nothing here that can satisfy my itch. Well, I remember there is a large courtyard not far away, and there are quite a few half-demons in it."

Black-clothed Huijue thought for a moment and said:
"Master, are you talking about those local monsters? I have some impression of them. Since you are itching to kill them, why don't you just kill them?"

Zhou Mu got the answer he wanted—he could take action.

A smile appeared on his face:
"Then I'll go there. Will Master Huijue come?"

"I can't."

"Okay, I'll be back soon."

He walked out of the courtyard, and under the moonlight, he listened to the inexplicably extra "Auntie" - the song played by Aunt Ao that was famous all over the city. His depressed mood was relieved a little.

Zhou Mu thought as he walked.

"If there is no absolute power to suppress the art of killing, and no large-scale interference with the destiny and fate, otherwise, it will be just like today."

"Understand the information, find the loopholes, and work out the details, all linked together."

"It's a bit troublesome, but the advantage is that I can kill the monster without it being seen."

Zhou Mu's divergent thinking:

"And this method doesn't necessarily have to end in killing. It can be used in many places, and once it is cleverly designed, it may bring greater benefits than 'killing'."

While he was thinking, he had already stood in front of the fire-making hall, looking at the several pavilions in the courtyard, slightly absent-minded.

The last time he came, he was still extremely careful, fearing that his whereabouts would be exposed and causing a big noise, but in the end he was still pierced by a spear and had to flee in panic.

After such a long time, when I come back now, things are very different.

Close your eyes, open your eyes. The monk in white did not hide his energy at all, the blood essence in his body glowed with light, penetrated his skin, pushed open the gate, and walked in.

The brilliant blood-red precious clouds illuminated the area within a hundred meters, sweeping out a powerful aura!

"Senior, I wonder what brings you here?"

This large courtyard, which includes several pavilions and an ancient building, was awakened, and the lights gradually became brighter.
The gate of the ancient building was wide open, and an old demon came out to greet him. Half-demons also hurried out from each pavilion and tower, respectfully welcoming him.

There are so many.

Also, with the drastic changes in the Demon City, the priests of the Nonghuo Hall have all returned and are no longer stationed outside.

"Little demon greets senior!"

The old demon walked out from the demon group, knelt respectfully on the ground, and crawled on his belly, looking extremely humble.

Hundreds of half-demons followed suit, prostrating themselves and kneeling in front of the white-robed monk.

The moonlight shines, the night wind blows, and the melodious piano music resounds throughout the city.

The white-robed monk raised his head, looked up at the moon, and said sadly:
"Life is so wonderful."

He walked forward, his pure white robes shining brightly in the moonlight.

The monk in white squatted down and gently stroked the head of the dying old demon. The latter did not dare to look up, but showed a flattering smile and even began to stick out his tongue and breathe out, like a puppy wagging its tail to beg for mercy.

“This is what it means for me to become stronger.”

"Well, one of the meanings."

The white-robed monk said so, but the old demon was puzzled and did not understand the meaning of this senior who had suddenly arrived.

next moment,
The monk in white robes picked up the old demon, covered his ears considerately, and then opened his mouth.

"scold!"

The ascetic was shocked.

This is the mysterious power of the instrument rattle. A whiff on the head can shake the soul and capture the mind.

With Zhou Mu's current strong physique
A violent storm arose, the earth was torn apart by the sound waves, the courtyard wall was broken into pieces, one half-demon after another was torn apart, and those who were lucky enough to survive had their souls shattered by the roar!

‘Boom! ! ’

A nearby pavilion was torn apart by the loud noise and collapsed with a loud bang, smoke and dust rose up, and all the trees in the courtyard were destroyed!

Wait until the storm dies down.

The ground was broken and cracked, and the entire compound was almost flattened.
Only the ancient building and two pavilions in the distance were barely standing. The corpses of monsters that were smashed by the roar were scattered everywhere. The old monster with its ears covered was on the verge of death but not dead.

The old demon panted heavily, his face was full of confusion, he coughed up blood, and muttered:
"Sir, why, why?"

It was puzzled, bewildered and frightened, and at this moment it was extremely sad and angry - it and other monsters had clearly done nothing!

How did I offend this monk?

Why? ?
The old demon wept blood and trembled slightly.

Zhou Mu put the old demon down. The latter's bones were all broken. He knelt weakly in front of the monk in white, with his head lowered. Blood was flowing from all his seven orifices. He was about to die.

He squatted down, stared into the old demon's distracted eyes, and said softly:
"Is your memory so bad? Think carefully about it."

"That day, you threw a spear and almost killed me."

"That's a nice spear."

The old demon raised his head in disbelief, widened his bloodshot eyes, and panted violently:

"you you"

He uttered twice, blood gushed out of his mouth, his eyes were wide open, and he was out of breath.

Just like that he died.

[Kill the extremely evil half-demon, add 943 minor merits]

Zhou Mu stood up slowly.

There are more than a hundred half-demons, but only this one is extremely evil, and there are not many who are extremely evil.

All in all, he only added more than 5,000 small merits to himself.

That's enough.

"What do you want to do, Your Excellency?"

A little boy walked out of the broken ancient building with an angry look on his face. He was a real demon in the Qi realm.

Zhou Mu guessed that this was probably the former ruler of the North District?

He didn't know whether it was allowed to kill the real demon at the moment, so he didn't want to cause trouble at this critical moment. He smiled at the child:

"It's just what I feel like doing."

Then he turned away.

The little boy stood there, wanting to be angry but not daring to be. He stared at the white-robed monk who was walking away, and finally just let out a long sigh helplessly.

………………

The next day, early morning.

"The magician is really amazing."

The black-robed Huijue bowed to the white-robed Huijue and sighed:

"That compound was razed to the ground, right? But did you have enough fun?"

Zhou Mu smiled lightly, his eyes were extremely deep:

"No."

Huijue in black was stunned for a moment, shrank his neck, and unconsciously became a little timid.

He swallowed his saliva, his eyes wandered, and he changed the subject:
"Many monks have arrived one after another. Tsk tsk, there are more than I imagined."

After a pause, Black-clothed Huijue said with emotion:
"I wonder how many pieces of delicious meat I can get today? Sigh."

Zhou Mu stared at the increasing number of monks in the courtyard, closed his eyes slightly, and licked his lips:

“Yes, that’s a lot.”

"The more, the merrier."

Hearing this, Huijue in black was stunned. How could the more the better?
If there are more, won’t there be less meat to share?
That is not ordinary meat, it is meat cooked with Buddhist treasures and secret medicines!

Thinking of this, he did not dare to refute anything - this man was directly subordinate to an Arhat Venerable, and his murderous nature was terrifying!
Huijue in black laughed dryly and echoed twice.
Zhou Mu ignored him and just stared at the increasing number of monks in the courtyard.
He suddenly looked at Huijue in black:
"I really didn't kill enough last night."

Black-clothed Huijue was stunned and stammered:
"I have seen it."

Zhou Mu patted his shoulder:

“So, I want to continue today.”

With a slight thought, another ten thunder-calling decrees were redeemed.

In this way, there are twenty decrees for sending thunder.

A smile appeared on Zhou Mu's face.

(End of this chapter)