I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 122 Appearance
Ten miles away, there are towering peaks.

The giant python with a single horn on its head was hundreds of feet long and coiled around the mountain, layer upon layer.

The huge, scarlet vertical pupil was fixed on the misty place. If his mind relaxed for a moment, he would subconsciously forget that place.

"interesting."

The giant dragon python whispered with great interest. It clearly saw the three humans walk into the fog, and then it could no longer detect any trace of them.

One of the old humans is even a thousand-year-old person at the level of immortality.

"The bewildering array? How come we haven't discovered it before?"

The dragon python spit out its tongue and laughed softly:

"I haven't had a full meal for a long time. I will have a good meal today."

………………

"Daji, rise."

The villagers stood in silence, and the gongs and drums on both sides sounded again, reverberating on the side of Tietou Mountain.

The temple goddess held a wooden staff in her hand and spoke in a melodious and solemn voice:

"God is above!"

Countless villagers raised their throats:
"God is above!"

Hundreds of men were pushing homemade wooden drums and beating them at the same time, while young girls were coming over carrying fruits, incense sticks, paper money, etc.

The disciples of the Tietou Immortal Sect stood together, each holding a stick of incense. Leading them was the sect leader Wang Tietou, who had an immortal look, holding a large stick of incense with a solemn expression.

Even the two supreme elders were slowly descending on clouds. One was a middle-aged scholar who looked very elegant, and the other was a little old man. Both had smiles on their faces.

The scholar and the old man landed, glanced at the three people in the distance, and ignored them. They nodded slightly to the temple goddess as a sign of respect.

far away.

The three of them, including the old woman, were not seeing this kind of scene for the first time. Sacrifices were often held in the Five Kings City, but they were only for the sages and saints.
This is the first time I have seen people offering sacrifices to a rural god whose existence is unknown.

The key is
"What's going on with this Senior Wang?"

Zhao Quanting glanced sideways and whispered to the old woman:

"And those two so-called supreme elders have come here in person. What do you think of this land temple, Mr. Bai?"

He has already opened the Nine Apertures and is about to become a Nine Aperture Immortal. The next step is to become a Thousand-year-old Immortal in the Longevity Realm, which is the same realm as the old woman.
But the latter has lived for thousands of years after all, so even though the gap between them is not big, Zhao Quanting still regards the old woman as his elder.

The old woman pursed her lips and shook her head:

"Strange, really too strange, could it be that there are still gods dedicated to the gods in this world?"

"The god of incense?" Zhao Quanting was curious.

The old woman recalled:
"I heard from a senior that in ancient times, there were gods and incense everywhere in the world, from mountains and rivers to the stoves in the home and even the five internal organs of the body."

After a pause, she continued:

"However, along with the catastrophe in the ancient times when the heaven and earth collapsed, the incense and gods also disappeared."

"Do you want to report?" Zhao Quanting asked.

"Of course, but first let's take a look at this so-called sacrifice. Let's get closer and take a closer look at the statue of the so-called land god later."

As they were talking, the old woman approached with Zhao Quanting and Chen Mili. The grand ceremony had already officially begun, and the villagers threw paper money into the fire basins everywhere.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect carried incense burners weighing thousands of pounds one after another, with sticks of incense and candles inserted into them, and the sound of drums became louder and louder.

The temple goddess stood on a makeshift wooden platform, listening to the sound of gongs and drums, and raised her wooden staff high:
"The God is above us, majestic and glorious, blessing all people and extending virtue to all villages"

"The Lord God is shining above, and majestically beside, as if he is here to serve you. Please come and taste him."

"The gods are above us, please sing three offerings, protect our people and our village"

The villagers followed the chanting of the sacrificial words. The fires in the braziers everywhere shot up to three feet high. The door of the land temple was wide open, and clay statues of gods stood inside.
At this moment, the wind blew, and dense sparks, paper money embers, etc. burned in the brazier three meters high, rolling forward with the wind, rushing into the temple gate, and circling around the clay statue!

The three old women squeezed through the crowd and stood beside the altar, facing the door of the land temple. They could see everything clearly and were dumbfounded.
This scene is so spectacular.
The majestic statue with closed eyes holds an axe in his right hand and some rice seeds in his left hand. The bronze mirror hanging on his chest glows slightly. A whirlwind of fire and the embers of paper money circulate around the statue, floating up and down.
It's like a true god in the fire.

"That axe." The old woman noticed the big axe in the statue's hand, and subconsciously stared at it, but was shocked.

So sharp.

When she stared at him, she felt as if her eyes were cut.
"That's the axe that killed the monster."

The old woman looked sideways and said in a low voice, solemnly:

"Killed a lot of monsters."

Zhao Quanting nodded silently. When he and the old woman stared at the axe, they seemed to see a group of monsters falling.

"Strange, too strange." Zhao Quanting was puzzled: "Mr. Bai, look at that clay statue, does it look familiar?"

"Look familiar?" The old woman shook her head and asked in surprise: "Where have you seen him before?"

"Correct."

Zhao Quanting nodded affirmatively:

"There is a sense of familiarity, vague but real. Perhaps many years ago, perhaps in some random corner, I must have seen this statue somewhere, or I must have seen the face on the statue."

The old woman pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes, stroked the golden bell at her waist, and shook it gently, as if sending a message.

at the same time.

"God is above!"

The temple priest's voice suddenly became loud and fierce. She stood on the altar, holding the wooden staff high in both hands, and her cold face was extremely solemn!
"please!"

"God of Killing, open your eyes!"

Countless people were silent, and the God of Land opened his eyes?

Can clay statues of gods really open their eyes?

After a brief silence.

The villagers, more than 300 disciples of the Immortal Sect, and even the Sect Master all said in unison:

"please!"

"God of Killing, open your eyes!"

The incense sticks in the incense burners burned out quickly, accompanied by the sound of mud and rocks rubbing and colliding.

Under the horrified gazes of the old woman, Zhao Quanting and Chen Mili.

The clay statue standing in the whirlwind of fire and the ashes of paper money suddenly opened its eyes!
His eyes shine like gold, like the blazing sun.

"Land God!" The rough man said devoutly, and the snotty kid sitting on his shoulder also waved his hands: "Land God is really alive!"

Countless people shouted noisily.

"God bless you!"

"The God of Land has appeared!"

"God is above!"

Amidst the continuous shouts, "The clay statue is alive?" Chen Mili was stunned, while the old woman and Zhao Quanting felt their scalps tingling.

next moment.

'Boom! '

The clay statue holds an axe and rice seeds and walks down the stone platform in one step.

Another step, and the ten-foot-tall statue arrived at the temple gate.

Just after stepping on the threshold, although he has not left the temple, the villagers from the twenty-four villages, no matter how far or near, can see him.

The gongs and drums stopped, the braziers suddenly went out, the endless crowd of villagers fell silent, the old woman breathed rapidly, her eyes wide open,

Chen Mili grabbed Zhao Quanting's sleeve, her face full of fear.

"Grains."

The statue spoke, its voice deep and majestic, like the morning bell and evening drum, deafening but suddenly clearing one's mind.
And beside it, auspicious clouds from heaven and earth appeared, swirling and rolling, looking both divine and bright, majestic and dignified.

"Fengdeng."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rice seeds in the clay statue's hand floated up into the air and fell like raindrops onto the fields in the distance.

The next moment, the fields where the seedlings had just been planted were rapidly transformed. Every field and every seedling was sprouting and growing strong!

Look ahead.

In the fields everywhere, rice, wheat, millet, etc. are all piled up.

"The God is above!" Some villagers smiled happily and rushed into the wheat fields and rice fields, while more people bowed their heads and prayed for the God of Land to bless them!

The clay statue was worshipped quietly.

The incense has become so popular that it has reached its peak.

It raised its head slightly, and the loud bell sounded again.

"Call the clouds."

Among the seventy-two immortal arts, there is the cloud summoning.

In the sky, vast clouds appeared from nowhere, layer upon layer, forming an endless sea.

"By the wind."

Seventy-two Immortal Arts, Borrowing the Wind.

A wind blew down from the sky, and the grains waiting to be harvested in the fields fell off naturally, floating in the wind and falling on the twenty-four villages in the distance, landing in every household.

The old woman trembled slightly, and Zhao Quanting and Chen Mili were both stunned.

"Pray for rain."

The clay statues of gods once again utter the sounds of morning bells and evening drums.

Seventy-two magic techniques, praying for rain.

The clouds rolled in and suddenly heavy rain poured down.

"This is..." The old woman did not shout away the rain, but let it pour down on her body, muttering absentmindedly: "Spiritual rain?"

She clearly felt that every drop of rain was filled with the vitality of heaven and earth!

One word can cause heavy rain to fall. Although it is magical, there are traces to follow.

It is not uncommon to integrate the essence of heaven and earth into water.

However, when the rain falls, the energy of heaven and earth will automatically be contained in every drop of rain. This energy can be...
The old woman couldn't imagine it.

The clay statue looked at the people cheering in the rain, with a solemn expression:
"medicine."

Seventy-two Immortal Arts, Medicine.

The scent of medicine floats on the falling rain.

Many of those who were caught in the rain became ill or suffered broken bones during this year.

But in the rain, the injuries were healed in an instant.

Even the old woman and Zhao Quanting, who were being showered by the medicinal rain, felt that the old hidden injuries in their bodies were being eliminated and healed!

The two were stunned.

The clay statue finally spoke.

"Zaimo."

Supernatural powers, withering and flourishing.

In large areas of fields, the crops wither, and then the harvest is good again, with abundant fruits. However, the fruits fall again, and the crops wither again, and then they flourish again, with abundant fruits again.

Repeat this process six times.

Including the previous harvest, there were seven harvests in the fields within a short period of time.

The temple goddess standing in the heavy rain said loudly:

"You will serve the Lord for seven years."

"Today's great sacrifice means seven harvests in one day."

"When grains see the spiritual rain, they absorb the vital energy and will not rot, get wet or rot for nine years."

The villagers from the twenty-four villages knelt in the rain and sang in unison spontaneously.

"God is above."

"God is above!"

[The God of Fortune performs his duties, fulfills good wishes a hundred times, and adds one more merit]

[The God of Fortune performs his duties, fulfills good wishes a hundred times, and adds one more merit]

[The God of Fortune performs his duties and fulfills his good wishes a hundred times]

The wishes of these villagers are always simple: a good harvest, no injuries and no diseases.

That is their wish.

There were more than 100,000 villagers in the 24 villages, and there were about 10,000 to 20,000 people who worked on the land, were injured or sick, and prayed for these wishes.
If one person counts as one good wish, then for ten or twenty thousand people, one or two hundred merits will be added.

Zhou Mu was shocked.

How could it be like this?

Unfortunately, after all the wishes are fulfilled, the villagers may not have any wishes that they can fulfill on a large scale in the short term.
But even so, this also showed him a new path.

When he was still a wrestler, Zhou Mu never stirred up trouble in the East Kitchen. Instead, after becoming the God of Land, it was unexpectedly easy for him to gain merit by [performing his duties] for the first time!

Even if I can only come three or four times a year, what if there are more villagers?
What if millions or tens of millions of people believe in it?
Unfortunately, it was only this year that it recovered to the point where it could move its body and perform magic. In previous years, it could only use the withering and flourishing, and harvest once a month.
Otherwise, how much merit would one have to accumulate in seven years - no, four years, in the four years since awakening?

Zhou Mu’s mind was in turmoil, but he suddenly realized that the incense was enough.

The physical body can be reunited, and the incense body can also be condensed.

(End of this chapter)