I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 121: The Blue Ox Appears, Incense God Body

Zhou Mu was slightly puzzled.

He has not yet recovered, and cannot leave the temple. He has not yet entered the realm of immortality, and his thoughts cannot reach outside his body. He does not know what is happening outside the temple.

Yang Niannian nodded, touched his chin and said:
"An old woman, a handsome young man, and a little girl"

After a pause, she said:

"Oh, right, they all wore bells, gold, silver, and copper. Seven years ago, Senior Luo also wore a similar bell, but it was dark in color."

The ten-foot-tall clay statue moved slightly, dust fell, and the temple shook slightly.

"Improper person."

He said calmly:

"What are they doing here?"

"I don't know." Yang Niannian shrugged. "Those three guys went up the mountain. It's a good opportunity. I'll go ask them."

"can."

Zhou Mu thought for a moment and said in a low voice:
"Remember to take the local god's staff and the magic mirror with you."

"Okay." The temple goddess climbed up the clay statue, took off the small mirror hanging on the chest of the statue, ran and jumped to the front of the temple gate, and stopped.

She straightened her clothes, coughed twice, straightened her body, and pushed the door open with a solemn look.

Peace returned to the stone temple.

"This girl"

Zhou Mu shook his head in amusement and squeezed off some gravel. He stopped moving, closed his eyes, and looked majestic with the axe in hand, his mind restrained.

The thought moved slightly, and the black gold and copper order trembled.

[Remaining power: 791]

Zhou Mu didn't know how many monsters were killed when the axe fell, but the result was that he added 150,000 small merits, or 1,500 merits.

Theoretically speaking, after he can move freely, he can sneak into a few demon cities and destroy each city with an axe, and the 10,000 merit points for promotion will be enough.

In theory.

"If I really want to show up, I don't know how many powerful people will come in person. No, I'm afraid it won't just be powerful people."

"What became of Inuzure Castle?"

As his mind was in a state of confusion, Zhou Mu communicated with the Xuanjin Bronze Order and opened the treasury of Heaven.

When the number of merits reached 1,500, there were a few more things that could be exchanged.

[Top-grade magic weapon order: 500 merit points, you can choose any top-grade magic weapon]

[Thunderbolt Decree (Middle Grade): One thousand merits, can use the decree to descend thunderbolts]

[Eighth-Rank Immortal Position Divine Power: One thousand merit points, can be exchanged for the corresponding eighth-rank immortal position divine power]

[Magic Power Order: One thousand merit points, can be exchanged for a designated universal magical power]

[Peach Banquet Invitation (External): 1,500 merit points. With this invitation, you can enter the Peach Banquet and sit on the stairs outside the palace.]

Except for the invitation to the Peach Banquet, Zhou Mu was extremely envious of all of them, but in the end he did not change them.

It's too expensive, and it's of no use to me in my current state.

The top-grade magic weapon order is something you can consider. After all, the Jiayin woodcutting axe, which is a low-grade magic weapon, already has such great power. What about the top-grade one?

Although the magic mirror worth two hundred and fifty points is also a top-grade magic weapon, it is not used for attacking and killing, and does not show the power of a top-grade magic weapon.

Zhou Mu even regretted redeeming it.

Two hundred and fifty is enough for two and a half ninth-grade immortal officials to be promoted to the eighth grade!

"The real body will soon be reunited."

"Finally I can go out."

Zhou Mu was a little lost in thought. He really wanted to know what happened after he provoked the Silver Horn Queen so much.
Well, he felt it was heartbreaking enough anyway.

"Seven years."

The clay statue sighed again.

………………

"The temple goddess."

"Meet the temple goddess."

On the mountain, the disciples of the Iron Head Immortal Sect all bowed to the dignified and majestic temple keeper. The temple keeper looked calm and asked:
"Have you seen my pigeon?"

"You mean Pigeon? He followed the Sect Master. You know, Pigeon likes the Sect Master the most."

Yang Niannian resisted the urge to roll her eyes, what a damn pigeon!

She said calmly:

"Where is your sect's leader, Wang?"

"To answer the question from the goddess in the temple," the disciple of the Immortal Sect bowed and said, "Our Sect Master is meeting a distinguished guest, and Zhu Ge is probably there too. Shall I go and report it?"

"No need."

The temple keeper rolled her eyes and said lightly:

"Take me there and I'll wait outside."

"Yes, ma'am."

The disciples of the Immortal Sect led the way forward, heading towards a large palace on the top of the mountain.

In Omiya.

The middle-aged man had an immortal look and bowed slightly, motioning the three outsiders to take a seat.

The leader of the Tietou Immortal Sect, Wang Tietou.

Wang Tietou took a sip of tea and asked solemnly:
"I have heard of Buzhou's great name for a long time. Do we have to move to Five Kings City?"

The old woman wearing the golden bell exhaled and said calmly:
"The chaos among the demon tribe has begun to subside. It won't be long before those demons who are already busy with their own affairs will have time to spare."

"When the time comes, the first thing the demon race will do is to wipe out all the scattered sects of the human race that have been established in the Great Wilderness over the past seven years."

Wang Tietou's expression turned ugly, and he couldn't help asking:
"The demon clan's chaos has calmed down. Why?"

The old woman shook her head:

"Sect Master Wang should have known that the chaos in the demon race over the past seven years was all caused by a mad demon king."

"The true king of the demon clan?" Wang Tietou was curious.

"It is also."

The old woman briefly explained:
"That person was originally a demon saint from the ancient times. Seven years ago, when he was still powerful, he descended on a small border town. I was there at that time. But for some unknown reason, he went crazy and killed four powerful demons."

"Then he broke through to the level of True King, and once he reached the level of True King, he was at the top, charging in all directions, and he seemed to be very powerful, so no one dared to stop him. Not long ago, that True King was suspected to have entered [Qingshan]."

"Qingshan." Wang Tietou's expression changed. "The mountain that is the border between the Northern and Southern Demon Dynasties? The legendary number one habitat in the world?"

"Yes."

The old woman nodded:

"The Lord of Qingshan, the Qingpao Guest, seems to have taken in the rebellious demon king, and that's not all."

A solemn look appeared on her face:

"Did Sect Leader Wang hear the cow mooing half a month ago?"

Wang Tietou nodded:
"Yes, I heard it. We were all terrified at the time. We thought a celestial demon or even a demon fairy was passing through."

The old woman let out a breath:
"He is neither a celestial demon nor a demon fairy. He is the master of the Green Mountain, the Green Robe Guest."

After a pause, she continued:

"That number one green-robed guest in the world left Qingshan half a month ago and headed for the imperial city of the Southern Demon Dynasty."

Wang Tietou was stunned:
"and then?"

The old woman shook her head:

"The sound of the cows mooing resounded throughout the universe, and a red light shone over the imperial city of the Southern Demon Dynasty for ten days and ten nights."

"It is reported that the imperial city of the Southern Demon Dynasty was split into two, and a bottomless cenote stretching for a million miles appeared next to the imperial city. More than 30 large demon cities and a royal city fell into it and were destroyed. No one knows the specific outcome."

“No one even understands why the Green Robe Guest would leave Qingshan and fight with the Southern Demon King.”

Wang Tietou was shocked. He couldn't imagine that the mooing sound came from the Southern Dynasty Imperial City, which was millions of miles away.
And it not only resounds here, but also resounds throughout the entire universe!

What a powerful force that is!

He swallowed:

"The Green Robe Guest is a bull demon? Or is the Southern Demon King a bull demon?"

The old woman shook her head:

"How should I know? But I think it should be the former, right?"

Wang Tietou said nothing.

After a long time, he asked:
"Are you leaving right away?"

"That's not necessary, but within three months, Sect Master Wang must move with us." The old woman said calmly:
"Nine thousand miles away, there is a demon city. Although it is a small city, the city lord is also a [Heavenly Demon]. He is suspected to be a fake immortal of the second level, or even a terrestrial immortal of the third level."

"When the demons begin to clear the wilderness, do you think your sect's Five Darknesses and Six Mazes can be concealed?"

Wang Tietou sighed softly:
"I understand. I will report this to the two great elders." "Great elders?" The old woman was stunned. "Does your sect have two immortals? Or immortals?"

There are three levels of longevity. The first level adds five thousand years to one's lifespan, and one is called a thousand-year-old. The second level adds another five thousand years to one's lifespan, totaling ten thousand years, and one is called a ten-thousand-year-old.

The third level, which is still a lifespan of five thousand years, is often respected as an "immortal".

The old woman herself is a person of one thousand years of age. Before coming here, she only knew that the leader of the Tietou Sect is a person of ten thousand years of age, but she did not know that there is a so-called supreme elder.

Wang Tietou nodded slightly:
"I established the sect here seven years ago. It was not my idea, but the idea of the two great elders."

After a pause, he said:

"I met the two great elders seven years ago, and they saved my life from a great immortal demon."

The old woman understood, that at least they were two immortals, which was a good thing.

This means that Buzhou can have two more golden bells, or they are the golden bells of immortality.

Wang Tietou finally asked:
"Let me ask you, Your Excellency. There are more than 300 people in my sect. Will we all leave together when the time comes?"

"Of course." The old woman nodded.

Wang Tietou said again:
"What about the villagers at the foot of the mountain? The refugees we have taken in over the years have formed 24 villages with more than 100,000 people."

The old woman shook her head:

"Not to mention that mortals can't reach the Five Kings City, if we really take them with us, we'll be a sitting duck."

Wang Tietou fell silent:
"I really need to report this to the two great elders first. All of my disciples are from the twenty-four villages, and their families are all in the villages."

"It's impossible."

The old woman nodded calmly:

"But please make a decision within three months. On the way here, we encountered a great longevity demon, lurking on the top of a mountain a few miles away."

Her tone was full of warning, and Wang Tietou sighed softly, and then sighed again.

After chatting for a while, the old woman was about to take Zhao Quanting and Chen Mili downstairs to rest, but she saw a fat pigeon flying in from nowhere.

The fat pigeon landed on Wang Tietou's head.

"Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"

It pecked Wang Tietou's head hard, making a sound of metal clashing. The latter raised his hand and stroked the pigeon, then grabbed a handful of pills from his arms, and the pigeon pecked at the food happily.

"what?"

Chen Mili was surprised and said:

“What a cute pigeon!”

"Don't be rude." The old woman held down Chen Mili who wanted to pounce forward to touch the pigeon and scolded him:

"This is a demon pigeon. Its blood and energy are equivalent to great medicine. It is stronger than you."

Chen Mili blinked:
"So powerful?"

Wang Tietou was feeding the fat pigeons while nodding with a smile:

"Yes, but this is not my pigeon. It is raised by the local temple at the foot of the mountain. You should have seen that local temple when you went up the mountain."

"Is that the temple built by your clan?" Zhao Quanting asked curiously.

"No."

Hearing this, Zhao Quanting understood:

"Is it really a rural evil cult? I heard the villagers bragging about it on the way here, and I thought..."

"shut up!"

Wang Tietou shouted angrily, and the aura of the [Longevity One] surged. Zhao Quanting changed color and stepped back. The old woman stepped in front of him, looking angry:
"Sect Master Wang!"

Although she is only a thousand-year-old, she is not afraid because she has something to rely on.

Wang Tietou's expression eased a little, and he said in a slightly cold voice:

"That temple is very mysterious and the God of Land really exists. I hope you will know this and not insult him. Otherwise, the God will be furious!"

As he spoke, the fat pigeon in his hand flew out of the door. He looked unhappy and left in a huff:

"I have to go and report to the Grand Elder. Please take a rest!"

The three of them looked at each other.

"This Sect Master Wang," Zhao Quanting frowned, "did you take the wrong medicine?"

"has a problem."

The old woman narrowed her eyes dangerously, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Did the farmer tell me earlier that there would be a sacrifice ceremony at the so-called land temple in the afternoon?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll go and take a look this afternoon."

After a pause, the old woman said to herself:

"Could it be that there really are gods today? Hmm, that's ridiculous."

At this time, outside the door.

The temple goddess, who was sitting on a big chair brought by the sect's disciples and waiting, yawned. She reached out to catch the fat pigeon that flew over and heard the entire conversation in the hall clearly.

"gone."

The temple goddess muttered to herself, stomped on the land god's staff, communicated with the clay statue in the temple, and drilled into the ground, disappearing.

When he appeared again, he was already in the temple.

After repeating the conversation he had heard, the majestic clay statue fell into deep thought.

"The demon king who is rushing around killing people?"

"The best green-robed guest in the world?"

"The cow mooing half a month ago?"

Zhou Mu concentrated, feeling somewhat guilty—the real king was probably the Silver Horn King.

On the side, Yang Niannian described:

"I heard from the old woman that the True King went mad and killed people everywhere, and no one dared to stop him!"

Zhou Mu felt even more guilty. He thought about his series of words and then "died".
The blow to Silver Horn should be significant, but now it seems
It seems more than just not small?
It seems a little bit bigger?

Zhou Mu didn’t know how big a mess the Silver Horn King had caused - but now, there seemed to be a lot more human villages and sects in the wilderness!
How could the demons be so busy that they could not take care of themselves?
Tsk tsk.

"And that green-robed guest, who looks like a cow?"

Zhou Mu recalled the cow mooing that shook his soul and resounded throughout the heavens and the earth half a month ago.

"The Silver Horn King entered the so-called [Green Mountain], and the Lord of Green Mountain went to the Southern Dynasty Imperial City and caused trouble for the Southern Demon King."

"The man in green robe, the bull demon."

Zhou Mu's heart skipped a beat. Oh my god, could the legendary No. 1 in the world be [Green Ox]? ?
Hey?
Seems possible?

In the myths of my previous life, the blue bull in Tushita Palace was able to defeat all the immortals and Buddhas.
While deep in thought, Zhou Mu heard the loud sound of gongs and drums coming from outside the temple.

"The great festival has arrived."

Yang Niannian regained her dignified appearance as a temple goddess:
"The annual Twenty-Four Villages Festival - after this one, will your body be able to recover?"

"almost."

The clay statue is smiling:

"I can feel that I am just a little bit away from being able to sculpt a divine body, or I can get my original body."

The incense divine body is a derivative of the innate magical power [incense], similar to an incarnation. The stronger and longer the incense is, the stronger the divine body will be.

This is not critical.

The key is.

The incense body is the incense body of the eighth-rank earth god, the God of Land - and normally speaking, an eighth-rank official in heaven should be of the level of an [Earth Immortal].

Zhou Mu is only a real person with three hundred orifices, his cultivation level is not worthy of an official position, but...
The incense and the divine body will not be discounted!

I don't expect to be comparable to an [Earthly Immortal], but at least I have to be a [Fake Immortal], right?

The clay statue smiled even more brightly, closed its eyes, and holding the Jiayin woodcutting axe, the temple goddess hung the magic mirror back on the statue's chest.

she asked:
"Are you going to show your divine power at this year's grand festival?"

"I should be able to return to my true body, or even condense a divine body. On such a joyous day, I must show my holiness."

The clay statue replied calmly.

The sound of gongs and drums outside was getting louder and closer.

The temple goddess pushed open the door and held up the staff, looking dignified and majestic.

The sound of gongs and drums suddenly stopped. Outside the temple were endless villagers, hundreds of disciples of the Immortal Sect, the leader of the Iron Head Immortal Sect who came hurriedly through the air, and two supreme elders who arrived on clouds.

"This"

The three people who had just walked down the mountain were dumbfounded. Zhao Quanting looked at the leader of the Immortal Sect landing on the ground and watching him pay great respects to the so-called temple goddess. He was stunned.

"Is this really a rural evil sacrifice?"

(The new volume will sort out the plot and will resume three updates tomorrow)

(Although it is only two chapters, it is still 8,000 words)
(End of this chapter)