I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 120 Seven Years
"There is a mountain called Tietou over there. There are many immortals on the mountain. Immortals are not important."

"There is a land temple at the foot of the mountain. It's a very big temple. The temple is not important."

"There is a beautiful girl in the temple!"

The snotty kid wiped his nose, a silly smile appeared on his face, and he said with a solemn oath:
"That's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, much prettier than the little girl in the village."

Before he could finish his words, a rough middle-aged man came over with a hoe and slapped him on the forehead:

"You idiot, that's the temple goddess. If you disrespect her again, I'll hang you up and whip you!"

The snotty kid covered his head and cried loudly.

The rough man carried the hoe on his shoulders, ignored the crying snotty kid, and looked at the three people in front of him warily.

An old woman, a young man, and a young girl who looked young, probably only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The clothes the three people were wearing looked soft and smooth.

The rough man said:

"It's obvious that you are not here to escape. You are here to visit the immortals on our Tietou Mountain, right?"

The old woman had a golden bell hanging around her waist and nodded slightly:

"Well, I just want to ask, where is Tietou Mountain?"

"Walk along that small dirt road for two miles, turn left, walk four miles, turn right again, and then walk straight for two miles.
The rough guy chattered a lot:

"Finally, you can see our rice fields, and behind them is Tietou Mountain."

The sun was blazing, and he wiped the sweat off his face:

"Do you want me to lead the way for you? There will be a big festival in our village this afternoon, so I have to go there early."

As he spoke, the rough man puffed out his chest and raised his head, seeming to be very proud:
"I am the little priest appointed by the temple goddess herself!"

The old woman raised her eyelids, and Chen Mili, who had just turned sixteen and had a copper bell hanging beside her, asked curiously:
"Temple Goddess? What is a land temple?"

As she spoke, she smoothed her hair, revealing her snow-white neck, which made the snotty-nosed kid stare at her with his eyes wide open, forgetting even to cry.

"Guawazi!"

The rough man caught sight of his son and became furious. He slapped him hard on the forehead.

Seeing the snotty kid crying loudly, he was satisfied and turned around and said:

"The Tudi Temple is the Tudi Temple. The temple goddess calls it that, so we call it that. The Tudi God is enshrined in the temple, and he controls the growth and decline of plants and trees, and can bring about a good harvest!"

Seeing that the three people didn't care, the rough man became dissatisfied again and said bluntly:

"Don't disbelieve me - guess how many times a year the rice in our village can be harvested?"

Zhao Quanting, wearing a silk dress and a silver bell hanging from his waist, said with a smile:
"Is it possible to harvest three crops in one year?"

"Hey!" The rough man proudly stretched out five fingers: "Twelve harvests a year, one harvest a month!"

"Boasting!" Chen Mili said disdainfully, "My family used to farm, and we have twelve crops a year. Why don't you say that rice will ripen immediately after it is planted?"

The rough man stared:

"You still don't believe it? How do you think we have more than 20 villages here? Every family in every village worships the Earth God!"

Zhao Quanting stroked his forehead:
"Isn't it because of the Immortal Gate of Immortality on Tietou Mountain? Isn't it because of the Five Darknesses and Six Mazes that shroud this place? God of Land. What the hell is that?"

The rough man blinked, not knowing what was going on. He was shaking with anger while carrying the hoe, with red eyes.
"Don't be disrespectful to the God of Land!"

He raised his hoe.

"Okay." The old woman said lightly. The rough man, who was originally furious, trembled twice and felt cold all over. He suddenly woke up and took two steps back to protect his child.

The old woman said quietly:
"We don't care whether the temple has mysterious powers or whether the rice can be harvested twelve times a year, but we still ask you to lead the way for us to the Iron Head Mountain."

With the Five Dark and Six Mazes in place, even a thousand-year-old immortal like her would find it difficult to find the way, and she would need the help of mortals who have lived in these mazes for many years.

The rough man held the hoe and said vigilantly:

"Of course, but you have to wait until I pack. I'm a young priest, and I have a lot of things to bring!"

"can."

The old woman nodded:

"We'll wait here."

The rough man took the snotty kid away.

After the big and small ones left, Zhao Quanting stroked his chin:

"The God of Land, the Goddess of the Temple. Could it be some kind of obscene local worship?"

He murmured:

"Ever since that ancient demon saint and current True King went mad seven years ago and destroyed many demon cities, many refugees have gathered in the wilderness to form villages and towns. This kind of fraudulent and evil sacrifices are not uncommon."

The old woman shook her head:

"The immortal sect on Tietou Mountain is guarded by a person of great longevity. How could they allow evil sacrifices and obscene offerings at the foot of their own mountain gate? I guess that the land temple was built by the Tietou Immortal Sect. The so-called temple goddess is probably a disciple of the immortal sect?"

After a pause,
She looked at Chen Mili who was confused and explained:
"Mi Li, when we get to the Immortal Gate, you don't have to perform formalities or show respect. Don't let me down."

Chen Mili was curious:
"Teacher, isn't that the immortal gate where the immortals live?"

Zhao Quanting said with a smile:

"It sounds nice to be called an immortal sect, but in reality it is just a small sect in a remote corner. You never know when it will be discovered by a passing demon and swallowed up."

He explained:

"That ancient demon at the True King level was attacking in all directions, and the demons were too busy to take care of themselves, so some independent cultivators had a chance to catch their breath and set up their own sects."

Zhao Quanting pointed to the scattered villages in front of him and in the distance:

"There are more and more villages like this in the wilderness. What a pity! The good times are coming to an end."

Chen Mili pursed her lips, her big eyes filled with sadness:

“Are the traces of humanity in the wilderness going to disappear again?”

"Ah."

Zhao Quanting sighed:
"In addition to taking you to travel the Great Wilderness and broaden your horizons, our main mission is to take over the Iron Head Immortal Sect and bring it to the Five Kings City to gather independent cultivators with good cultivation. This is our main mission now."

Chen Mili pointed to the villages with smoke rising from chimneys:
"What about them?"

"I can't manage it. There are too many and they are not worth it."

Zhao Quanting sighed:
"There's no way to save them all."

Chen Mili lowered his head, deflated, and became listless.

After a moment of silence, the old woman looked sideways at Zhao Quanting:
"Quan Ting, it has been three months since you found your ninth inner orifice. How long will it take to fill it with vital energy?"

"Four or five days?" Zhao Quanting scratched his head and said, "By then, I can be called a Great Immortal of Nine Apertures. At that time, should I consider breaking through the realm directly, or continue to search for the aperture?"

The old woman hesitated for a moment:

"Try to see if you can find the tenth inner orifice. Every time you find one more inner orifice and fill it with vital energy, it will be of great benefit. There is no need to rush to break through to the realm of immortality."

After a pause, she said absentmindedly:

"It is said that in the ancient times there was a Hundred Apertures Immortal, who condensed a hundred inner acupoints in his body and could fight against those who had just entered the realm of immortality. That was extraordinary."

Zhao Quanting shrank his neck:

"A hundred holes. I can't imagine."

While talking,
After the rough man finished cleaning up, he came over with the snotty kid on his shoulders and a small cart full of incense sticks and other things:

"Let's go, let's go!"

he shouted.

Leading the three of us, we made many detours, passed through the village, walked along the dirt road, and crossed the rice fields. The hazy fog gradually faded a little.

You can see a strange-shaped mountain.

The mountain is thick at the bottom, thin in the middle, and becomes wide at the top, forming a round hill shape, like an iron head.

"Iron Head Mountain"

Chen Mili blinked:

“It’s really vivid.”

She saw a large stone temple on the side of the road leading up the mountain. It had a red-tiled arched roof, four pillars outside the temple gate, and a huge incense burner in front of the temple.

Just at this moment, the temple door opened, and a woman wrapped in plain gauze and holding a curved wooden stick walked out.

Chen Mili widened his eyes:

"What a nice view."

"Temple Goddess!" The rough man knelt down and bowed. The child on his back stared at the temple goddess with wide eyes and snot bubbles. "A mortal?" The old woman frowned slightly. The cultivators in the immortal realm can already think out of their bodies.

The vital energy of heaven and earth is no longer confined to the body. You can control the vital energy outside, or you can step on the energy and fly into the clouds.

In her perception, the so-called temple goddess was of average temperament. Apart from having a face that was no worse than that of Senior Su, there was nothing special about her.

Just a complete mortal.

But when looking at it, there is an indescribable feeling of being ethereal, otherworldly, and high above.

"Get up."

The temple goddess leaned on a crooked wooden staff and spoke in a ethereal voice:

"I've told you so many times, you don't have to worship me, you should worship the deity in the temple."

Zhao Quanting subconsciously glanced at the plaque on the stone temple - God of Fortune and Killing.

He frowned, it was indeed an evil sacrifice, blessing and killing were put together casually.

"Let's go up the mountain." The old woman gave the order with a sidelong glance, without even looking at the so-called temple keeper, and walked towards the mountain. Zhao Quanting and Chen Mili hurriedly followed.

But before going up the mountain, Zhao Quanting glanced through the open temple door, saw the majestic clay statue being enshrined, and frowned.

The statue is about ten feet tall, with its eyes closed. It is carved in a very majestic manner. One of its clay and stone hands seems to be holding an axe, and a small mirror hangs on its chest.

He felt that the face of the statue looked familiar.

When the three figures disappeared in the mountain road, the rough man got up, pouted at their way up the mountain, and made a non-standard salute to the temple goddess:

"My Lady, these outsiders are ignorant of the rules and are extremely rude. They even question the magical powers of you and the God of Land!"

The temple keeper nodded slightly:

"Don't worry about it. The big ceremony in the afternoon is the most important thing. You need to be ready."

"I know. All our twenty-four villages have prepared incense and candles. We will have a great time and make the God of Land very happy!"

"Ah."

The temple keeper nodded and suddenly asked:
"How many years of the grand festival is this?"

The rough man scratched his head and said happily:

"Seventh year!"

He put the snotty kid down and patted his own brat on the head:
"When we fled here, my wife had just given birth to this idiot. This idiot is seven years old, so this is the seventh year!"

After a pause, the rough man said with emotion:

"Seven years ago, we didn't know about the God of Land. We only saw the statue of the God of Land and the goddess guarding the statue."

The temple keeper lowered her eyelids:
"Has it been seven years?"

She turned and walked back to the temple, saying before closing the door:

"You can rest in the humble house next to the temple for now. How is the practice of the standing exercise I taught you going?"

The rough man shrank his neck:

"I'm not that kind of person, but my kid is standing pretty well!"

"good."

When the temple gate closed, the rough man carried his child on his back, pushed a small cart full of incense and candles, and happily ran to the shabby house not far from the temple.

"I have to repair the house better later." The rough man grumbled, "I live in it every year!"

The snotty kid said naively:

"Dad, I still want to go see the older girl."

"You idiot, I told you that it was the temple goddess. When you were born, she held you in her arms! Otherwise, do you think you could grow up without any disease or disaster?"

The snotty kid sniffed his nose:
"Dad, you've said it a thousand times. My ears are numb from hearing it!"

The rough man glared, picked up the stick, and the snotty kid ran away.

………………

In the temple.

The temple door was closed, and the goddess lost her previous dignified demeanor. She jumped in front of the statue, sat down on the altar, and dangled her little feet.

She raised her head and secretly glanced at the majestic statue with its eyes closed. She cunningly grabbed the apple offered by the villagers on the altar and took a careful bite.

"You are being disrespectful."

The ten-foot-tall clay statue raised its eyelids and made a dull sound like a huge bell.

The temple keeper curled her lips:

"Only tribute tastes good. Brother Xiaomu, when will you get better? It's been seven years. Seven years!"

The queen waved the apple angrily:

"I'm already twenty-five, and will be twenty-six soon!"

"It's almost there, it's almost there." The clay statue sighed helplessly, "My body is a little bit special, so the reunion won't be that fast."

As it spoke, it twisted its neck, and some gravel particles fell off, accompanied by clusters of dust.

"Seven years."

The statue sighed in a deep and majestic voice, and glared at Yang Niannian who was eating the tribute openly.

He returned to his original position, slightly closed his muddy eyes, and silently drew up the vitality of heaven and earth.

By chance, another [inner orifice] was filled.

It took him three years to gather his soul and four years to gather his body. From the very beginning of gathering his body, he realized that the 365 internal orifices were still there inside the clay sculpture's body.

The third level of Qi realm is the [Cangqiao Pass], also known as the [True Person].

An ordinary immortal, if he can find the nine inner orifices and fill them with the vital energy of heaven and earth, he can break through the realm and enter the [Eternal Life Realm].

And Zhou Mu.

One hole is fully developed every five days, and today, four years have passed.

He has already completed three hundred major orifices.

It took three years to gather the soul, and four years to awaken the mind, and half of the 1,500 points of merit have been used up.

There is no other way. Before the clay statue of the god of incense is completely restored, it cannot leave the temple, so it can only be moved to another Dawu Daochang.
The five times of enlightenment, plus the magic mirror that he had exchanged for, consumed a total of seventy-five thousand small gong.

The results are impressive.

He mastered the minor magical powers, such as lighting fire, fanning the wind, and escaping underground.

He can control the mysterious fire and dark wind, and can escape thousands of miles underground in a single breath.

The magical power of the giant spirit is still a minor accomplishment, but the withering and flourishing has also been a minor accomplishment. The effect of withering and flourishing is no longer limited to plants and grains.

All living things and non-living objects can be made to wither or flourish.

The Fuyao Technique has entered the third level, increasing physical strength eightfold.

Seventy-two magic arts: nightmare prayer, fasting, borrowing wind, spreading fog, calling in, chasing away, and lying in the snow.
A total of eighteen immortal arts have been cultivated.

The second level of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts is complete, and the physique is stronger than the best grade magic weapon.

Taibai Huanglao's seven treasures and seven killing techniques, including fighting killing, robbery killing, and playful killing, have all been learned.

However, I still haven't started to learn the Yuanshi Yin-Yang Sutra.

But it’s soon.

The only regret is that the clay statue has no sleep and no dreams.

I haven’t been to the dream and haven’t seen the young lady in seven years.

"I don't know what's going on in the outside world."

"Master, are they all right?"

As his mind was turning over and over, Zhou Mu heard the temple keeper's mother shouting:

"The pigeon hasn't flown back yet. It must have been fluttering around in that fairy gate on the mountain to pick up the pretty girl. Should I go find it?"

"Just go ahead."

The temple goddess happily jumped down from the altar and said:
"By the way, I saw an outsider just now."

"Outsiders?"

The clay statue opened its eyes again.

(End of this chapter)