I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 125: Words Come True, From Heaven
The ten-thousand-meter-high statue of the god stands tall, and the old turtle carrying the mountain kowtows to him like pounding garlic.

Many villagers were stunned as they watched. This scene was so shocking that some people bowed down, holding grains or fruits, and chanted "God is above us".

"The Sky Demon kowtows!"

The old woman was horrified, and could not understand the bizarre method of the ten-thousand-meter-high statue. With a single call, the giant mountain-carrying turtle that had escaped for who knows how many miles returned to its original position in an instant.

Is it the power of heaven and earth that only those in the heavenly realm can sense and borrow?
But it's not like he hasn't seen fake immortals or even earthly immortals take action before - they definitely don't have this kind of power!
The old woman swallowed her saliva, and Zhao Quanting stared at the statue and the giant turtle.
And not far away.

Silently, the temple goddess came over accompanied by a young man with a blurred face and stood beside the old man and the scholar.

The young man looked up at the sky and said softly:

"Where are you two seniors from?"

The old man and the scholar looked at each other and said with a smile:

"This wilderness is endless. Anyone who can tell where is from is from the wilderness. Young man, who are you?"

Zhou Mu turned his head and stared at the slovenly old man and the gentle scholar.

He said calmly:

"Are you two seniors from Kunlun or Buzhou?"

Yan Hui's smile remained unchanged, and the old man nodded slightly:

"How did you get it?"

"I look at you two as if I were looking at the deep ocean, I cannot see its bottom, I cannot see its vastness."

Zhou Mu spoke slowly and calmly, without any panic in his heart:

"You two came here seven years ago, right? At that time, the temple keeper goddess had just arrived. In the past seven years, there has not been any disturbance here, and no tyrannical person has come. This shows that you two elders have no ill intentions."

The old man was very interested:

"So do you think I am from Buzhou or Kunlun?"

"Maybe it's not thoughtful?"

Zhou Mu smiled and said:
"I heard from a friend that the four masters of Kunlun are either violent, crazy or heartless. You don't fit the description, old man, let alone this elegant gentleman."

The old man laughed in silence:

"You kid, do you know what kind of existence the Four Lords of Kunlun are? In Buzhou, they are the nine chiefs of the nine divisions, nine sages and saints at the level of True Kings. You think too highly of us two, don't you?"

“Maybe I underestimated you.”

Zhou Mu responded softly and looked towards the ten thousand meter tall clay statue.

The body of the incense god is not created simply by the power of incense.

Earth Gods Earth Gods are appointed by the Emperor of Heaven and blessed by the will of Heaven and Earth. They govern a piece of land, a mountain, a river or a city.
The blessing of the will of heaven and earth is embodied in the body of the incense god.

Zhou Mu built a temple here and established his jurisdiction here, covering an area of 100 li in radius. In ancient times, each land god usually only managed an area of 2 or 3 li.

He was different. No one "competed" with him for his territory, so he simply set the scope of his jurisdiction within the limit of his authority.

A hundred miles in radius.

Although the body of the incense god cannot go beyond a hundred miles, within this hundred miles, the body of the incense god is blessed by the will of heaven and earth.

The power of heaven and earth within a hundred miles can be mobilized and belong to whom it belongs - this is something that even earthly immortals cannot do.

It's tough enough for both celestial immortals and true immortals.

Zhou Mu, who was doing two things at the same time, with a wisp of true spirit living in the body of the incense god, felt that this little old man and a scholar,
It's simply too huge!
When Zhou Mu looked at it from his real body, he found it unremarkable; but when he looked at it from his divine body, he was like an ant looking up at the sky.

Definitely above the almighty.

True king.

Two true kings.

After exhaling a breath of fresh air, Zhou Mu pointed to the sky:
"The land god has moved."

The old man and the scholar looked at it with great interest, only to see the statue of the sky holding up its giant hand, and the dragon-python fled madly.

It even seemed as if some secret treasure had been activated, and a huge phantom of a dragon appeared above his head!

"I hope you will spare the life of my good-for-nothing son!"

The virtual image of the dragon shook with a loud sound, and the palm of the statue of the sky pressed down, the dragon and python broke into pieces, the blood of the Wanshou monster flowed, and the corpse fell to the ground with a loud noise.

[Kill the evil demon, and add seven more merits]

Seven hundred small merits are really too little.

The virtual image let out a wail, turned into a point of light and escaped, trying to return to its original form.

"Qi Ban."

The statue of the earth god spoke calmly:
"Forbidden Escape Technique."

The seventy-two magic arts, Qi restraint, use great magic power to activate, if you restrain water, you can make water flow away, if you restrain fire, you can make fire not burn,
If weapons are banned, swords and knives cannot cut through the tofu skin.

As long as the magic power is sufficient, nothing can be stopped. This is the most profound of the 18 magic arts Zhou Mu has learned so far. As long as the magic power is vast enough, it can surpass supernatural powers.

Zhou Mu estimated that if supported by great magic power, it would be no worse than great supernatural powers, almost like being able to make magic happen as soon as he spoke.

Even though I am just a real person with limited magical powers, I can transform into an earthly immortal!

The words fell.

The escaping spiritual light stagnated, and the virtual form of the dragon could no longer perform the escape technique.

"Prohibit vitality."

The vitality of heaven and earth dissipated. Without the blessing of vitality, the wisp of virtual image that was lodged in the secret treasure and used to save the lives of the dragon and python disappeared directly, and even no news could be sent back.

Below, the old man glanced at Zhou Mu intentionally or unintentionally, and sighed:
"Qi restraint is a great skill from the ancient times. It is said that many immortals and gods have nowhere to learn it."

Zhou Mu smiled and nodded:
"He is the land god after all."

"Well, he is the God of Land after all." The old man nodded happily, and no one dared to break that layer of paper.

"Grandpa Land!" The giant tortoise was still bowing its head. It shook its body and shook the mountain it was carrying into the distance.
The earth shook and the sky shook, and a thick cloud of dust rose for dozens of miles.

"I am an innocent turtle! Spare me, spare me!"

The statue of the earth god gazed at the old turtle with great interest:
"You might be able to shrink?"

"Yes, yes!"

The old turtle shook, and its huge body that spanned ten miles became one mile, then fifty meters, five meters, and finally half a meter.

The God of Heaven and Earth also shrank back to about ten feet in length, but was just enough to hold the half-meter-long old turtle in his palm.

"Medicine." The clay statue pointed at Wang Tietou, and the latter recovered from his injury in just a few moments.

"God is above!" The villagers bowed their heads in worship. In the distance, Zhou Mu glanced at Yang Niannian, who understood what he meant and walked up to the high altar in a dignified and solemn manner.

The temple keeper stretched out her voice and said:

"The demon has been killed, the trouble has been eliminated, why don't you all collect the grain and return home quickly?"

The villagers hurriedly said yes, some pushed carts, some carried sacks,
It took several trips back and forth to transport all the grain from the fields back to their respective villages.

Many disciples of the Immortal Sect also returned to the mountain honestly.

There were only a few people standing in front of the temple.

"Thank you, God of Land, for saving my life and blessing!" Wang Tietou bowed to the statue. The clay statue nodded slightly without saying a word, just playing with the trembling old turtle.

The three old ladies also came over cautiously at this time, looking at the clay statue with fear and trepidation, and bowed obediently, but the clay statue did not pay any attention to them.

He just sat there in front of the land temple, swaying with his eyes slightly closed, without moving or shaking.

Seems to be resting.

"Cough cough."

The old man coughed and said lightly:

"That unwise man, isn't he planning to move the God of Land away? Why don't you tell us about it?"

The old woman coughed up blood. Her injuries were still serious and her face twitched.
"Elder Zhou, please don't embarrass me."

The old man snorted, seeming to dislike the old woman.

At this moment, the old woman looked cautiously at the sitting land god. Seeing that he did not make any movement, she turned her gaze to the young man standing next to the two immortal sect's great elders.

She looked at the young man whose face was blurred, and lost her initial arrogance and superiority. She asked doubtfully:

"Who is this?"

Before Zhou Mu could answer, the old man curled his lips:

"This is my nephew who came from afar. Seven years ago, he and the temple god built this land temple together. What's the matter?"

Wang Tietou scratched his head, a little confused. Why had he never seen this person before?
The old woman was shocked. Who built a land temple?

Isn't he the creator of that terrifying god?
She bowed quickly:
"May I ask your honorable name?"

"Zhou Muwu." Zhou Mu answered casually. The old man coughed twice and glared at Zhou Mu.
Zhou Mu felt puzzled and glared back unwillingly - why was he being beaten down in seniority again?

Who is your nephew?

Do I know you?
He was somewhat speechless, but did not refute. Since this old man was the true king, he was most likely a sage who had returned from the past.

Zhou Dafa. It's a pseudonym, I can't think of who it is.
But this scholar, Yan Hui?
The first person Zhou Mu thought of was Yan Hui.

Yan Hui, also known as Yan Yuan and Ziyuan, was Confucius' most proud disciple and the leader of the Seventy-two Sages. He was famous for his virtue and was regarded as the "Second Sage" of Confucianism.

Is this the one?

Very likely.

If so, then he is a true sage of the human race, and this old man is probably not far behind, so he cannot be said to have been taken advantage of.

Zhou Mu has respect for the true sages and saints, but of course, he respects them without being afraid of them.

In this world, there are many people he cannot defeat, and there are also people he admires, but there is probably no one who can make him afraid.

No matter how powerful you are, can you compare to Laojun and Yuanshi?
As my mind turns back and forth,
Zhou Mu did not refute the old man's remarks, but looked at the old woman lightly, his eyes turned to Chen Mili, and finally fell on Zhao Quanting.

Somewhat familiar.

he asked:
"Are you three from Buzhou?"

"Yes." The old woman looked up and down at Zhou Muwu, who was suspected of creating a god, and couldn't help asking:
"You and this temple keeper built a land temple? Is that person really the god of heaven and earth?"

She carefully pointed to the clay statue of the god sitting with his eyes closed.

Zhou Mu nodded lightly:
"Yes, but most of it is due to the temple goddess."

The three old ladies turned their gazes to the temple keeper, who nodded calmly:
"My name is Long Jun."

She felt that "Niannian" was a reduplication of words, and it didn't sound impressive at all, so she just used it as a pseudonym like Zhou Mu.

The old woman thought about it for a moment, knowing that it was inappropriate, but still couldn't help asking:

"May I ask you two, how were the gods of heaven and earth created?"

Zhou Mu shook his head:

"It's a coincidence that can't happen again, and don't even think about moving the temple. The God of Land is the patron saint of this place, he won't leave, and can't leave."

The old woman asked again:

"But I wonder if you two are willing to join me? I will inform the [Inspector], no, I will inform the [Grand Elder]. Your names may reach the ears of the gods and all the five kings will know!"

The scholar glanced at the old man teasingly, and the latter had a gloomy face and said nothing.

Zhou Mu shook his head with amusement and said calmly:
"Thank you for your kindness. We will go to Five Kings City, but will you join us? Forget it. Lord Long and I both have our own families."

He was not used to this name for a while.

The old woman was stunned:
"Could it be the Iron Head Immortal Sect? Or some other sect of independent cultivators?"

Zhou Mu shook his head.

The old woman's expression froze and became somewhat ugly:

"Among our human race, apart from the independent cultivation sects, Buzhou is the largest, followed by Kunlun - are you from Kunlun?"

Zhou Mu still shook his head, thought about it, and said with a smile:
"I am neither Buzhou nor Kunlun."

"We come from [Tianque]."

The old woman was stunned:

"Tianque? What kind of force is this?"

Zhou Mu smiled:
"Without Kunlun's brutality, or Buzhou's indifference, there is the sky."

"If there is nothing else, I will stop here today."

He turned around lightly and followed the goddess into the land temple. The clay statue holding the old turtle did the same.

The old woman and the others looked at each other, and then turned their eyes to the old man.

The latter had a toothache and coughed:
"I haven't seen this nephew for many years, and I don't know him very well. I just know..."

The old man looked at the closed temple door and smiled gently:
"I only know that he has great abilities."

(End of this chapter)