I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 123 The true body returns, the demon comes!
"Qi Qing."

The clay statue spoke for the last time.

Seventy-two magic techniques, praying for clear weather.

The heavy rain suddenly stopped at this time, the clouds dispersed, and the strong wind subsided.

The sun is high in the sky and the sky is bright.

The temple goddess stomped her wooden stick on the altar at the right time, and said in a melodious voice:

"The grand ceremony is over."

"God is above!"

The clay statue of the god returned to the temple and stood there, eyes closed, as if it had turned back into a dead object.
After the temple goddess spoke for a while to Wang Tietou, the chief priest, and the rough man, the junior priest, she also returned to the temple leisurely, holding her wooden staff.

The temple gates were closed, and outside the temple, gongs and drums continued to sound, cheers and prayers rose and fell, and many children threw themselves into the piles of fruits and rolled around.
The adults held up the grains of rice and smiled happily.

The old woman and Zhao Quanting stared at all this in silence for a long time, their hearts trembling with fear.

"Fude Killer God." Zhao Quanting looked at the closed temple door, looked at the plaque on the temple door, and muttered.

At this time, in the temple.

"What happened? What happened?" The temple goddess put the wooden stick on her waist, holding an apple in one hand and a peach in the other, she asked questions while eating the offerings.

"All."

The statue spoke softly, a smile appeared on its face, Jiayin put the lumberjack axe aside, and opened his eyes.

From Zhou Mu's perspective, he could see the rich incense and wish power lingering around "himself", rolling endlessly, presenting the momentum of a raging fire boiling oil.

Finally.

He took a deep breath, and a large amount of incense and prayer power poured into the clay statue. After just a moment, the light in the clay statue's eyes faded, and the true spirit that resided in it slowly withdrew.

Blood also appeared out of thin air in front of his body.

The blood threads gathered more and more, intertwining into the shape of a person. One could see the formation of jade bones, and then the internal organs, the flesh and blood glowing with a rosy glow, and the skin as delicate as jade.

A handsome young man landed.

"I'm human again!"

It took three years to gather the soul, and another four years for the body to finally recover!

Feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar mighty power in his body, Zhou Mu was amazed. Three hundred and sixty-five inner orifices also appeared in his body.

Three hundred of them are filled with the vital energy of heaven and earth!

"This inner orifice is truly bizarre, it is not dependent on flesh and blood. When I was living in a clay statue, I also had an inner orifice."

“No wonder these inner orifices cannot be seen by the naked eye.”

"The next step is to create a divine body of incense and fire!"

Zhou Mu murmured, but saw the dignified temple keeper covering her eyes and yelling in a low voice:

"Would you please put some clothes on?"

He finally reacted, smiled awkwardly, and moved his mind slightly. The Three Mountains Crown, the God of Fortune Robe, the Five Grain Straw Rope, and the Black Soap Shoes appeared one after another.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Mu mobilized his vitality and magic power, activated the Earthly Evil Immortal Technique, and whispered:
"Nightmare Prayer."

"Mist."

When the two magic arts were activated, his face changed first, becoming the appearance of the second senior brother, and then was covered with a layer of mist like a veil.

The fog contains the vital energy of heaven and earth. It cannot be dispersed by the wind and cannot be seen through by the eyes. It is hazy and misty.

Now that I have returned to my body, I will have to leave in the future. I cannot show my true face to others.
Zhou Mu is dead.

Must die.

If it is not necessary, unless an old friend is in front of him, he will never reveal his true appearance.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

Yang Niannian carefully looked through her fingers, then put down her hands. Her little face flushed, and she no longer had the dignity and majesty of a temple goddess.

She bared her little fangs, looking fierce.

"Thank you so much for all these years." Zhou Mu patted the girl's head, and the latter slammed her head away with dissatisfaction:
"I'm already twenty-five!"

She put her hands on her hips and said:

"What's there to thank me for? You're my brother."

"Uh."

Zhou Mu felt a little guilty, then returned to normal and looked back at the clay statue where his soul had resided for four years.

"One last thing."

He looked solemn, with a look of anticipation on his face, and murmured:
"The body of the incense god"

This will be the incense-burning body of the [Eighth-Rank Earth God of Fortune and Killing]!

A genuine eighth-grade earth god is an [earth immortal] at the third level of the heavenly realm!
In this way, the incense god body used to protect the living beings and sit in the jurisdiction can not be too weak, even
It is likely to be stronger than the original body.

"rise."

Zhou Mu thought about it, and all the remaining incense and prayer power poured into the clay statue.

He followed the steps given by the Xuanjin Bronze Order, endured the pain, cut off a wisp of true spirit, practiced the mysterious method, and activated the bronze order.

A wisp of true spirit slowly merged with the clay statue.

The power of incense and vows is also included in it.

Even, vaguely, there seemed to be a ray of the will of heaven and earth emerging, illuminating the clay statue.

"Help me keep an eye on it, and don't let anyone come in and disturb us."

After giving Yang Niannian an order, Zhou Mu completely gathered his thoughts and poured all his mental will into the clay statue, ignoring everything in the outside world.

Yang Niannian curled her lips, grabbed the wooden stick, straightened her posture, and slowly walked out of the temple.

………………

Outside the temple.

The celebration continued. Not only the children, but many adults also rolled into the grains piled in the fields and had fun.

No one has ever seen so much food!

And they are all foods that shine like pearls and jade!
Amidst the joy.

"I told you, right? It'll be cooked in a quarter of an hour!" The rough man walked forward carrying his little bastard and started to act crazy:

"Just now you still didn't believe in a month of harvest, and you still didn't believe in our God of the Land!"

The dazed old woman and Zhao Quanting came to their senses and both wanted to say something but stopped themselves.

"Da Zhong!"

Wang Tietou came over and glared at him:
"How do you talk to guests?"

The rough man shrank his neck:

"Hey, Master Wang! I'm just greeting the guests." "Go away, why don't you harvest the grain?"

Wang Tietou drove the rough man away with a smile and scolding. He did not show any arrogance of a Wanshou at all, as if he was treating Li Dazhong, a mere mortal, as an equal.

He smiled and said to the old woman:
"Da Zhong is just a farmer, so don't worry about him, eh?"

Wang Tietou didn't see the little girl from Buzhou. After looking around, he saw Chen Mili in a pile of grain not far away.

The girl was rolling around in the grain pile with the villagers and laughing happily, which surprised him a little, and his eyes, which used to be sharp, became much gentler.

The old woman and Zhao Quanting exhaled at the same time and were about to speak when they saw a scholar and a little old man walking side by side.

The two great elders of the Tietou Immortal Sect.

"You are Jin Ling from Buzhou, right?" The scholar bowed politely and said lightly:
"My last name is Yan, Yan Hui."

The old woman and Zhao Quanting quickly returned the greeting:

"Elder Yan!"

They didn't know the realm of this scholar, but he could fly on clouds and mist, and he was also the supreme leader of the Iron Head Immortal Sect. His cultivation level was definitely not lower than Wang Tietou's.

At least he is a long-lived person.

The two of them bowed slightly and looked at the old man again. The latter had a sour face and snorted:
"Zhou Dafa!"

The old woman frowned and bowed slightly:
"Elder Zhou."

The old man still had a sour face.

The old woman wanted to get angry, but she stopped herself. Zhao Quanting beside her couldn't help but ask:
"May I ask the three elders, what is the matter with the land god?"

Wang Tietou said cheerfully:
"As you can see, I didn't believe in gods at first, until I went to a temple myself four years ago."

He shook his head, looking emotional:
"The God of Land has really broadened my horizons for me."

"Oh?" Zhao Quanting became more interested: "Sect Master Wang, what happened at that time?"

"It's nothing."

Wang Tietou waved his hand:
"Just like before, the statue opened its eyes, and although it did not move, it uttered a few words, such as "call in", "drive away", and "hold the breath". It was as if it were a magical power. I did not understand it at the time and felt offended, and then..."

He shrank his neck:

"Then, the axe in the hands of the land god lit up."

Zhao Quanting asked in confusion, but Wang Tietou just shook his head, as if he was very scared.

The old woman suppressed her anger at this moment, and her expression softened slightly:

"Are there really gods in this world? But why are they here?"

After a pause, she was puzzled:
"If gods really exist, there must be more than one - I am not wise, why don't I know?"

The old man named Zhou Dafa couldn't help it and said sarcastically:

"Does Bu Zhou know everything? I don't think so!"

The old woman's face turned cold:
"Elder Zhou seems to be quite dissatisfied with me, Bu Zhou? Could it be that there is some grudge between us?"

The old man rolled his eyes, but the scholar named Yan Hui couldn't help laughing out loud.

The old woman glared at him angrily, not afraid at all that the other party's cultivation was higher than hers. She kept stroking the golden bell on her waist and squinted her eyes and said:

"If you have any dissatisfaction, you may as well speak out. Why act like this? I don't mind calling an inspector!"

The Inspector, wearing a black bell above the golden bell, corresponds to the existence of the [Heavenly Realm].

The scholar laughed even more happily, and the old man looked even uglier. He glared at the scholar fiercely, then turned his head away and sighed:
"All right, all right, Buzhou is awesome, Buzhou is number one in the world!"

The old woman became angry again and Zhao Quanting hurried to comfort her.

for a long time.

The old woman calmed down her anger and pointed to the land temple and asked:
"When your clan moves, will the gods in this temple go with them?"

The old man curled his lips, while the scholar Yan Hui smiled and said:

"This is a serious Earth God. Earth Gods all have their own territories. Temples, incense sticks, and statues of Earth Gods cannot leave their territories."

The old woman's expression eased a little, and she frowned and asked:

"Earth God? How come Elder Yan knows so much about this?"

Yan Hui smiled:

"I like to read some ancient books, and I have read some ancient stories from them. Among them, there is a mention of [Earth Gods], which are one of the gods of heaven and earth. They do not live in the sky but on the earth."

After a pause, he continued:

"Such as the gods of land, mountains, cities, and even the gods of rivers - most of them are small dragon kings, all of them belong to the category of [earth gods]."

The old woman nodded slightly and bowed:
"I didn't expect Elder Yan to be so knowledgeable. I will definitely ask for your advice in the future."

As she spoke, she glanced at the stinky-faced old man. She really didn't like Zhou Dafa - not only was his name vulgar, but his words were also offensive and inconsiderate. He was so bold!
It is not worthwhile to call in the inspector for this purpose.
The old woman snorted again.

The old man raised his eyebrows upon seeing this, as if he could not help himself. Just as he was about to say something, he and the scholar said "Huh" at the same time, and both looked sideways towards the land temple.

Just at this moment, the temple goddess pushed the door open and walked out, with a big fat pigeon standing on her shoulder.

She nodded slightly to the few people, quickly closed the temple door, and said calmly:
"The gods are resting, do not disturb them"

The words just fell.

‘Boom! ’

A huge buzzing sound came from the sky. The jubilant villagers looked over curiously. The old woman, Zhao Quanting and Wang Tietou all changed color at the same time.

As for the two supreme elders, they looked at each other and silently took a step back.

The next moment.

The fog in the sky rolled violently.

The rough man held up his little rabbit and asked:
"You idiot, be taller and see what's going on."

The snotty kid stared at it for a long time and shook his head:
“Nothing”

He stopped talking abruptly, stunned, and countless villagers were stunned, holding their breath.

Over there.

A huge mountain slowly emerged, breaking through the fog. On the mountain was a dragon of unknown length and size.

And down the mountain.

It is an old turtle.

The turtle carries the mountain.

"Senior, there really is some. Two hundred thousand blood food and several immortals. It's better than nothing."

The dragon and python spoke in human language, its voice was as loud as the bell of heaven and earth, and its pupils were blood red.

Wang Tietou's expression suddenly changed, and the old woman felt a chill on her back and her scalp went numb.

A snake demon at the level of Wanshou, and another one.
An old turtle who doesn’t know his realm!

The monster is coming!
(End of this chapter)