I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 176: Re-entering the Storage Room, Minor Changes to History
A dark and gloomy prison.

Hundreds of outsiders huddled in the corner, with cold wind blowing in gusts, and with every passing moment, a trace of negative energy would be attached to their bodies.

"The Mirror of Sins is a magical object that was created in the Yama Palace. It can reflect the sins and merits of souls."

The porcelain doll silently conveyed the message:
"In order to judge the sins and merits of the living, they must first be infected with yin energy - this is the prison."

Zhou Mu did not answer. He just sat cross-legged on the cold ground of the prison without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something.

The crowd was a little noisy at this time.

"You are not considerate?"

Among the outsiders, an old man with the highest cultivation level couldn't help but stand up and carefully looked at Luo Shuangyu and others who were in a daze.

Luo Shuangyu came back to her senses and nodded silently - she nodded very reluctantly, and actually seemed a little reluctant to acknowledge it.

It’s hard to tell whether the words of those evil spirits are true or false - but their resentment that surges to the sky cannot be false!

There is no need for them to lie.

Even though Luo Shuangyu was so rational, and someone who was once willing to commit suicide to protect Zhou Mu's secret, now couldn't bear it anymore.

Even if it is really for the Maomao people,
This is how they treated the 300,000 righteous people who volunteered to sacrifice their lives.

It's too much.

Seeing this cold-faced woman admit it, the old man took a deep breath:
"I've heard of Buzhou's name for a long time - have you really committed such a sin?"

Hundreds of people stared at the dozen or so people in silence, all with strange looks. Some spat, some muttered something in a low voice, and some complained.

It was my fault that they got into trouble today.

Luo Shuangyu was speechless for a moment, and after a long while, she spoke dryly:

"I don't know about that."

"Pah!" A young boy in the crowd spat, "Scumbag!"

"How do you talk?"

The fierce girl stood up and gritted her teeth:
"Let's not talk about whether this is true or not. Even if it is true, there are evil people everywhere! How can the fault of one person represent the fault of all?"

Chu Yaowu also stood up at this time and said softly:

"I just joined Buzhou, and I know there are many evil people in Buzhou, but the majority are good people."

"Ha." Someone in the crowd sneered: "Everyone knows Bu Zhou's character. I think those wronged ghosts, what the Lord of Hell said must be true!"

Luo Shuangyu closed her eyes and did not refute, and also stopped the others who wanted to refute.

Chen Shouting sighed softly and said to himself:
"Not thoughtful, indeed."

"But it's for the human race after all."

"But this matter, if true, is indeed too much."

As he was talking to himself, the crowd became bolder when they saw that these inconsiderate "big shots" did not refute him, and began to accuse and even scold him.

No matter Luo Shuangyu, Chen Shouting, Chu Yaowu, or that fierce girl, they all didn't refute him, but just endured it quietly.

An old man with a pale face and who seemed to be seriously injured suddenly stood up:

"Everyone, enough is enough!"

Chu Yaowu looked over subconsciously and recognized that this was the old man who had stared at him for a long time with a look of horror on his face in the inn before.

The old man said:

"There are many evil people among our race. Even among us, I'm afraid many of them are guilty, right?"

The old dragon said righteously:
"That's the truth. With so many members, there are naturally good and bad ones. But what does the evil of some people have to do with these people?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and pointed at Chu Yaowu:
"For example, this man, at first glance, looks righteous, heroic, handsome, and well-dressed."

"How can such a person be evil and sinful?"

Hundreds of people, including Bu Zhou's dozen men, all looked at Chu Yaowu. The latter was confused and hesitated for a long while before saying:

"Have we met this old man before?"

The old dragon waved his hands quickly:

"Although I have never seen him, I can tell at first sight that you are a very kind person. I have the ability to judge people. At first glance, you look extraordinary. If you were in ancient times, you would be destined to be an emperor - to be an emperor is an understatement!"

He talked one sentence after another, making Chu Yaowu dizzy and puzzled. Who is this old man?

Chu Yaowu began to have doubts in his heart.

While Lao Jiao was flattering her, Luo Shuangyu suddenly stood up, not even looking at the old man who said he had the ability to judge people.

He just walked up to Mr. Zhou who was sitting cross-legged.

There was a slight silence in the cell, even the old dragon fell silent - what Zhou Mu had just done was really too shocking and frightening.

Even the old dragon was having doubts in his heart.

Luo Shuangyu bowed and asked softly:

"Old sir, you are really a sage?"

Zhou Mu raised his eyelids but did not answer.

Luo Shuangyu continued to ask:
"Old sir, who is that Lord Yan and the Li Er you mentioned?"

This time, Mr. Zhou hesitated for a moment, but then he spoke:

"Li Er, in a sense, is my former name."

The crowd was a little noisy, and Luo Shuangyu's heart skipped a beat - what a sage!
Just Li Er?
Which ancient sage is this? Why haven't we heard of him?

She was not surprised. In fact, even some of the saints and true kings who were currently sitting in the Five Kings City,
Their real names are unknown.

For example, of the Five Kings, we only know them as Wu, Qin, Han, Tang and Ming, but we don’t know their real names. Their history and inheritance have long been interrupted.

Luo Shuangyu was silent for a moment, then asked again:
"Old sir, isn't that Lord Yan really your student? Why didn't he recognize you? Is it because he has no eyes?"

Zhou Mu was silent again. If Yan Jun was really Li Er's student, should he be considered his student?
I just inherited the identity of "Laozi", but from "Laozi's" past, I only inherited the storage room guarding for 30 years!

After a moment's silence, Zhou Mu said softly:

"His face was covered by mist, so I couldn't see him. He also lost his eyes, which had never grown back and didn't want to grow back, so he couldn't see me."

“So, whether it is or not is still unknown.”

After a pause, Zhou Mu waved his hand, not wanting to talk anymore, and Luo Shuangyu also tactfully retreated.

The vast, gloomy prison fell into silence. The only sound was the rise and fall of each other's breathing and heartbeats, and the howling of the cold wind, freezing the bones and marrow.

Zhou Mu silently transmitted a message to the porcelain doll:
"Fellow Daoist Nezha, just as the cold-faced Luo Shuangyu said, am I considered the teacher of Lord Yan?"

The porcelain doll hesitated for a moment and replied in a voice transmission:

"Brother Daoist, when I was walking in the human world, no immortal dared to spy on me. I don't know the details, but Laojun gave you an identity, and you entered the treasury room, and thirty years have passed."

"If the real body of Lord Yan was indeed my student, then he must be your student, Brother Dao."

"In this case, it doesn't matter whether you seize Yama Palace or not. As long as you recognize each other, it will be fine - provided that he is really my student."

Zhou Mu had a bitter smile on his face. Even if it was true, he had never seen his own students.
After we recognize each other, we will not know anything when asked.
That's bullshit.

Moreover, if I were really to be reflected by the evil mirror tomorrow, what would it reveal?

Is it reflecting Zhou Muzhi’s past, or is it reflecting Laozi’s past?

Or.
The evil mirror table collapsed into pieces?
It seems possible.

After a moment's hesitation, he made up his mind, nodded slightly towards the porcelain doll, and said in a voice transmission:
"Fellow Daoist Nezha, please protect me for a bit."

After saying that, Zhou Mu closed his eyes, and his thoughts sank into the memory fragments, and then he called out to Senior Yuanshi in his heart. A faint voice sounded in his ears.

"So fast?"

The perspective suddenly left Roaring Sky Dog and floated in front of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The Taoist looked at Zhou Mu for a moment and roughly understood what was happening. Although he was confined to the past,

But it is still easy to gain insight into the real present as long as it does not involve the Supreme Being.

"I already know your intention."

The middle-aged Taoist said calmly:
"The one you saw who inherited the Yama Palace was indeed the human incarnation of the Supreme Being - your current student."

Zhou Mu was stunned for a moment, with a bitter face:
"But senior, I have never seen him before. Can he still be considered my student?"

The middle-aged Taoist smiled:
"The Supreme One did not let you inherit all of [my body], not because you don't want to, but because you are not virtuous enough."

He pondered for a moment, then said:

"Back then, the Supreme One gave birth to Laozi, and Laozi entered the guarding room for thirty years. In those thirty years, that body went from being an ordinary human to a god of virtue."

"You are far from it. It took you three times thirty years and a whole body of virtue to be comparable to the cultivation level of a celestial being."

Zhou Mu's lips trembled, and he said speechlessly:
"Senior, you also know that he is the Great Senior, right? Is this comparable?"

The middle-aged Taoist thought for a moment and said with a smile:
"Yes. Then again."

"I have ten and a half students - students, not disciples. Most of them were accepted by me after I left the storage room."

"Then, you should have inherited those ten and a half students, and all of my experience, but you are not virtuous enough, so naturally you cannot be allowed to leave the storage room. That does not conform to the original history."

"As for the cause and effect of the change in history, you cannot bear it for the time being. I can certainly eliminate it for you, but that is not a good thing for you."

Zhou Mu listened quietly and hesitated for a moment:
"Then, Senior Yuanshi, how many more thirty years do I have to go through before I have enough virtue?"

Although the boredom year after year was bearable, Zhou Mu was not completely unable to bear it now.

No matter how long it lasted in the real past, it is only a moment in the real present.
He even thought that at most he could endure a few thousand years of boredom and eventually develop virtues to the level of a great sage or great virtue, then he would be comparable to the mighty true king!
"Hard to say."

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head:
“Although the accumulation of virtue is different from the cultivation of magic power and physical strength, it is not something that can be accumulated continuously by pure hard work.”

Think for a moment,

He continued:

"For you, since you have inherited Laozi's body, if you can become enlightened, perhaps in another thirty years, you can become a saint like the real Laozi and become a god, but it may take another thirty great calamities before you can do so."

"Thirty tribulations?" Zhou Mu asked confusedly, "How long is that? I may be able to endure it and see."

Yuanshi Taoist said peacefully:
"A great catastrophe is two hundred million years."

Zhou Mu was stunned for a moment, and immediately gave up the idea of "holding it out", feeling extremely depressed.

Seeing this, the Taoist smiled and said:
"Of course, if it's just your current situation, well, nevermind, I won't say much, just go and experience it yourself."

He waved his hand, and Zhou Mu felt the world spinning around him until he arrived at the storage room.

The Taoist's voice is still ringing in my ears.

"Since you have already completed thirty years of guarding the vault, it is not a bad idea to spend another thirty years here, talking and meeting with outsiders. If there are major historical changes, I will reset these thirty years."

Zhou Mu had just finished listening and hadn't had time to feel happy when a voice rang in his ears.

"Sir, it's your first day in office. Would you like to visit the officials?" the young man in sackcloth asked respectfully.

Zhou Muzhun turned his head and looked at the young man in hemp clothes who had been with him for ninety years and would definitely be with him for longer in the future but never knew it.
He smiled gently and asked:

"What is your name?"

"Replying to the master's question." The young man in hemp clothes bowed and said respectfully: "My name is [Bai Ju]."

"Bo Ju. Nice name."

Zhou Mu nodded and smiled:

"Go prepare some food for me first. Remember, don't roast the chicken."

During the previous ninety years of guarding the storage room, the young man in hemp clothes would prepare a roast chicken for every meal - for ninety years!

Zhou Mu almost vomited from eating, but he couldn't speak.
He is still feeling resentful about it.

"Yes, sir." The young man in sackcloth clothes left, and Zhou Mu quietly flipped through the book he had read two or three times, his mind full of thoughts.

"My virtue grows slowly - but now that I can talk about it with others, then..."

"Then I will wait until Confucius comes and discuss the Dao with him. It is impossible that my virtue will not improve, right?"

"Senior Yuanshi said that Laozi had ten and a half students. Perhaps Confucius was one of them?"

Zhou Mu felt strange for a moment. Confucius was a man who had proved his Daluo status through virtue. When he met Confucius for the third time, he even asked directly who he was.

I don’t know what will happen when we meet again this time.

While he was thinking, the young man in hemp clothes had already brought all the food over. Zhou Mu placed it on the table and chewed it slowly.

While eating, he looked at the young man in hemp clothes with a gentle expression - ninety years!

Zhou Mu himself is only twenty-five years old.

In a sense, the young man in sackcloth clothes was an extremely close person to Zhou Mu—although he himself didn't know it.

Finished eating.

He asked gently:
"Bai Ju, how many people are there in your family? Why did you come to the treasury to work as a clerk?"

"In reply to the master, there are only my mother and I at home."

The hemp-clothed youth said honestly:
"To be honest, sir, I originally wanted to work as a clerk in a local area so that I could make full use of my talent."

After a pause, he continued:

"But my mother said that being in the treasury can help me cultivate my virtues. She wanted me to cultivate my virtues quietly. Once I cultivate them, I can become a minister of the court. Only then can I truly display my talents."

The Qingshi was the minister who directly assisted the Zhou emperor in governing. He held a high position and great power and was the ruling minister.

Zhou Mu was curious:

"talent?"

The young man in hemp clothes nodded stiffly and said respectfully:
"In reply to your words, sir, I was born with a pair of supernatural eyes that can distinguish loyalty from treachery, good from evil, and can dispel falsehood. I am suitable for being an official!"

Zhou Mu was stunned at first, then he suddenly realized.

Mai, who has been with him for ninety years, is the Lord of Hell.

It is the Lord of Hell who had his eyes gouged out and suffered great suffering.

No wonder, no wonder Senior Yuanshi sent me directly back to this storage room.

Zhou Mu pursed his lips and looked at Mai Baiju, who had been with him for ninety years, and looked at the other's clear and bright eyes.
Then, he thought of the grim King Yama in the hall of Yama Palace, who was filled with resentment.

Zhou Mu didn't say anything, but just patted the young man in hemp clothes on the shoulder and sighed softly.

"Your future suffering will be in these eyes. Since I cannot avoid them, I will seek justice for you."

Mai Baiju was bewildered and confused, but he still nodded stiffly and kept these inexplicable words in his heart.

"Pain." He touched his eyes in confusion.

………………

[Real present], Yama Palace.

"Suffering." Sitting in the hall, the towering figure touched his empty eye sockets, as if recalling something.

(End of this chapter)