I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 115 Rewriting the Past, Yuanshi Delivers a Message

The Taoist palace is vast, and the sound of Tao rises and falls.

A wisp of Zhou Mu's true spirit gazed at everything from the perspective of a young Roaring Sky Dog.

"There must be some way to leave a mark, there must be."

He waited quietly, and sure enough, the middle-aged Taoist priest arrived. He stroked the dog's head as usual. The young Sky-Howling Dog, which was gnawing on a bone, looked up blankly.

The middle-aged Taoist suddenly laughed.

He picked up the puppy and said angrily:

"You are such a brave little fellow, you actually want me to be your messenger?"

"Woof?" The puppy was confused.

Zhou Mu felt uneasy, knowing that the middle-aged Taoist was talking to him and had seen through his intentions.

He didn't know how to respond to the middle-aged Taoist. This was just a memory of the past, and he didn't have the ability to transcend time.
All Zhou Mu could do was shout in his heart:
"Senior, Yuxu Palace is number one in the world!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest slowly walked out of the Taoist temple holding the puppy. The Tianzun who was preaching and the three-eyed god who was listening to the Dharma did not notice it. They were immersed in the Dharma and the wonders.
After leaving the Taoist Temple,

The Taoist sat on the large bluestone slab and asked leisurely:
"Yuxu Palace is the best in the world? When have you ever seen my Taoist Palace? You just open your mouth and say that, and my Taoist Palace can only be called the best in the world? Can't the Taoist Palace in the sky be the best?"

Zhou Mu's heart palpitated again. This person could really see his own thoughts directly!
Well, that's normal. His supernatural powers like telepathy are probably nothing to this person.

Zhou Mu continued to think, vowing:

"Senior, I have never seen Yuxu Palace, but I have seen Tushita Palace! If you ask me, Tushita Palace is not as good as Senior Yuding's Taoist Palace! And it is even worse than Yuxu Palace!"

"Yuxu Palace is number one in the world!"

He was telling the truth this time - there were only a few things in the Tushita Palace that could be taken away, and there was nothing mysterious about them.
The Taoist palace of Jade Ding Zhenren is different. It is full of light and color, filled with the essence of the universe, and accompanied by fairy flowers, precious lotus, golden springs, etc. when preaching.

It really fits Zhou Mu’s imagination of the immortal style!

The middle-aged Taoist suddenly laughed.

"Have you been to Tushita Palace?"

"I have been there." Zhou Mu answered in his heart, a little confused - this person seemed to know what was happening at the moment and what he had experienced.
But you don’t know that you have been to Tushita Palace?

Well, maybe it’s because they are all supreme beings?

As my mind turns,

The middle-aged Taoist smiled and said:
"Since you have been to Tushita Palace, it is time for you to see Yuxu Palace as well."

"However, since you have encountered some minor disasters and your relatives and friends are in danger, you should not do it now - wait until later."

After a pause, the middle-aged Taoist stretched out his finger and tapped the dog's head gently:

"I will help you pass a message to this little dog."

"Go back, go back."

Zhou Mu's soul trembled, and he was torn away from the memory fragments, and his mind returned to himself.

So. It’s done?

But the middle-aged Taoist priest hasn't asked me what I want to convey yet!
Well, I guess there’s no need to ask.

Zhou Mu was delighted but also trembling slightly. In front of such a person, he really had no secrets at all.

Even the inner thoughts are revealed.

………………

Ten thousand people went down to the river and blocked the formation.

The old dog who was playing the piano suddenly froze, realizing that a small part of his past memory had changed again, with an extra "version".

It swallowed hard, and after silently accepting the 'new version' of the memory, its heart throbbed violently, and then became numb - it got used to it.

"Brother Zhou"

A wry smile appeared on the old dog's face. He sighed again and again, with envy flashing in his eyes.

Throughout history, who dared to ask the master of Yuxu Palace to pass on a message?

Brother Zhou is indeed the bravest man in the world.

With a bitter smile, it remembered the words that the Lord of Yuxu Palace told it, and then a trace of worry appeared on its face.

"Brother Zhou, are you in any trouble?"

The old dog pursed his lips, followed what Brother Zhou said and what the man from Yuxu Palace had told him to do, walked to the front of the teleportation array, and took a deep breath.

"go."

The old dog placed a large ball of his own blood essence on the teleportation array pattern, changed the teleportation point, and then activated the array.

As the light surged, the blood essence was moved away.

It still felt that it was not enough, so it took a deep breath, broke open its own chest, crushed its spine, and pinched out a spine.
hesitated for a moment,
The old dog gritted his teeth, pinched his heart in half, and took out one half.

It was so angry that it merged most of its own blood essence and even a part of its broken foundation into it. This was different from ordinary injuries to the skin. It actually damaged its own body.
The old dog slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, its long white hair piled up and down, surging and tumbling like waves.

"Brother Zhou, I have tried my best."

"I don't know if it will work."

"It's all I can do."

The old dog sighed softly, rested for a moment, then stood up with difficulty. He used his magic power, and the earth and rocks rose into the air, gathered together, and turned into a small temple.

It bowed towards the small temple.

………………

The courtyard became more and more lively.

The ascetics came in groups of three or four and chatted with each other. The great Dharma Master Huijue went out personally to greet them several times, and they were all great ascetics.

This commotion has nothing to do with these four people.

The three people on the iron pillar were silent. The eldest sister closed her eyes tightly, as if she didn't want to watch the scene that followed.
Hu Leying was sobbing quietly, while Mi Hu held his head high with his eyes wide open, showing a sense of dignity and looking down on all the evil monks in the courtyard.

And in the corner of the yard.

Zhou Mu was also alone, sitting cross-legged, and slowly opened his eyes.

Everything is ready.

He listened to the bustle and watched as the monks sat on four or five sandalwood boxes. Black-robed Huijue sat beside them without him noticing. He said enviously:
"The sandalwood box must contain Buddhist treasures and secret medicines. They are really good things, but this man has to sacrifice them. Although he is about to die, he has at least experienced wealth and prosperity."

Zhou Mu's heart moved, and he said with a smile:
"Even if that person survived after getting in touch with the Buddha treasures and secret medicine, what does it matter? Why is Master Huijue envious?"

After hearing this, Hei Yi Hui Jue really went along with it:
"Master, you are from the lineage of Venerable Yinshan, so you don't know how good this Buddhist secret medicine is. But I am different." He paused.
He smiled bitterly and said:
"If such Buddhist treasures and secret medicines are absorbed into the body, it will add three inches of spiritual light, and give me copper skin, iron bones and silver tendons. This is a great opportunity for me."

"I've been thinking that even a figure like Master Huijue doesn't have many Buddhist treasures and secret medicines."

Hearing this, Zhou Mu casually agreed twice and stopped the idea of taking action immediately.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

He exchanged a few pleasantries with the black-robed Huijue, then stood up and wandered among the monks in groups of three or four, pretending to be familiar with them, talking to this one and asking that one.
While collecting information from each monk, he was also observing the giant pot.

Soon, Master Huijue opened the five sandalwood boxes himself.

Among them were agates emitting Buddha's light, jade beads shining with golden light, an old ginseng of who knows how many years old, and two dark pills.

Master Huijue personally took away their vital energy; the agate shattered, the golden beads cracked, and the old ginseng and the pills fell into the giant pot, dissolving in the cold water.

"It has begun." A monk said with a smile, "I hope that Master Huijue can see the inner secret at once!"

Zhou Mu stretched his neck to look, and the clear water in the giant pot was now emitting a faint Buddha light.

Master Huijue smiled and said:
"First, use ordinary firewood to warm water, and put the spirit boy in it. The fire temperature should not be too high. Wait for the spirit boy to absorb the flowing light of the Buddha treasure and the medicinal treasure of the secret medicine, then add human firewood and use a high fire to burn it until it is 70% cooked."

"Yes." The monk under his command responded, added firewood, threw the cursing Mi Hu into the giant pot, and used warm water to dissolve the Buddhist treasures and secret medicine into his body.

Then they would drive the ragged human sacrifice over, ready to be added to the fire under the pot as firewood when the time was right.

Mi Hu, who was cursing at first, fell silent as soon as he entered the giant pot. His eyes and eyebrows were tightly closed. He could see the Buddha's light and medicine in the water seeping into his body through his pores.
The blood in Mihu's body surged, and his skin membranes transformed.
On the iron pillar, Yu Meiren lowered her head and closed her eyes. The junior sister bit her lips tightly, but also closed her eyes, unable to bear to look, and just let her tears flow.

She felt there was someone standing in front of her. She opened her eyes and saw that it was the monk in white. Just like yesterday, he stretched out his hand to catch her tears.

The courtyard became increasingly noisy, with the monks all chatting and laughing. Except for Huijue in black who was looking around curiously, no one paid attention to the spiritual boy on the iron pillar and the monk in white who was standing in front of them.

Hu Leying saw the white-robed monk staring at her calmly, and asked calmly.

"Have you ever seen a group of monsters fighting?"

Hu Leying raised his head, his eyes red, and stared coldly at the monk in white.

The white-robed monk just smiled and looked back at the monks who were drinking.

"My Buddha is merciful."

He clasped his palms together and chanted softly.

Taibai Huanglao's Seven Treasures and Seven Killing Techniques, killing in jokes.

Supernatural powers, withering and flourishing.

In the courtyard.

The grass and trees suddenly grew wildly, and in the blink of an eye they covered the entire wall. The originally short trees also quickly grew thick and lush.

The monks stopped drinking and chatting and looked at this scene in astonishment.

"How is this going?"

Master Huijue, who was chatting with three other great monks, frowned and looked around.
The trees in the courtyard were so lush that their crowns were touching each other, and their branches and leaves were intertwined and entangled with each other, blocking the entire courtyard and preventing sunlight from getting in.
The entire compound became a 'grass and tree cage'.

There was a monk whose qi meridians were running backwards, and he started to tremble. He slapped the monk next to him, causing his vital energy to be drained away. There was also a monk who drank too much of the wonderful wine and became drunk. He staggered and actually practiced a set of fighting and killing methods.

The two monks who had hatred towards each other and were far apart from each other looked at each other as if a blessing had come to their hearts. They recalled the blood feud in the past and their eyes became red.

The suddenly silent courtyard became even more noisy again.

First two, then three.
Then ten, then twenty.

Due to various reasons, the monks started fighting each other. The drunk monk used killing techniques and punched those who had grudges.
Those whose Qi channels are reversed and those who have gone astray wantonly splash out the violent vital energy in their bodies!
The four great monks were stunned.
On the iron pillar, Hu Leying stared at everything in a daze. Yu Meiren also opened her eyes. Mi Hu in the giant pot had sucked up all the Buddhist treasures and secret medicines, and looked around in a daze.

"what happened?"

Hu Leying stared at the chaos in front of her and even forgot to cry, but suddenly she remembered what the white-robed monk next to her had said.

"Have you ever seen a group of monsters fighting?"

Subconsciously, Hu Leying looked at the monk in white, only to see the latter slowly turn around.

"Mage!"

Huijue in black hurriedly approached, panting:
"What the hell is going on here?"

The monk in white ignored him, glanced at Hu Leying and Yu Meiren, and said with a smile:
"Big sister, little sister."

Yu Meiren's pupils suddenly shrank, Hu Leying was stunned, and Huijue in black, who was panting, looked up in surprise.

The white-robed monk looked at the four great monks who were trying to calm the chaos, sighed with compassion, and waved his hand.

The chain was cut and the two men fell down. He glanced sideways again and punched horizontally. The giant pot cracked and Mi Hu fell out of it.

A monk looked over.

The junior sister suddenly woke up:

"You are, you are the junior fellow apprentice."

"Don't worry, Senior Sister." The monk in white smiled, "It will be fine. You will all be fine."

"Master will be fine too."

The words fell.

"What are you doing?!"

Master Huijue, who was suppressing the chaos, saw this and roared like a lion. The sound was like a rolling tide, and the whole courtyard was dead silent.

The fighting monks stopped, looked sideways, and then all turned their gazes to the monk in white.

The latter faced the "Lion's Roar" head-on, his robes fluttering, standing still. Huijue, who was dressed in black beside him, swallowed his saliva and took two steps back.

The white-robed monk lowered his eyebrows and eyes, not looking at the monks who were surrounding him with eager eyes, nor at the four great monks standing together.

Instead, he glanced sideways at Huijue in black.

"Master Huijue, I may have had enough today."

"What?" Huijue in black asked with a trembling voice. Suddenly he realized what the person in front of him meant. His legs went limp and he sat down on the ground.

The monk in white protected his brothers and sisters behind him, and the eldest sister asked softly:

"Can you beat me?"

The white-robed monk smiled:
"Maybe."

He clasped his hands together and sighed:
"Your Majesty is above."

(End of this chapter)