I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 346 Arriving in droves, all entering the green water

"Little Xizi!"

A vibrant young girl walked out of the train station, waving her little hand.

Feng Fuxi went to greet him, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter:

"Old Chen, you've finally arrived! Why did you bring so much luggage?"

Chen Qianyue blinked:

"I'm doing research. I'm majoring in ancient mythology. A couple of days ago, my advisor found some literature that said a powerful mythological being called the 'Sun-Devouring God' once inhabited this city."

Feng Fuxi's face fell:
"I thought you came here specifically to visit me."

"No conflict, no conflict."

Chen Qianyue let out a silvery laugh. The two young girls were very eye-catching, attracting many glances on the street.

"What's fun to do in Lushui City?"

Along the way, Chen Qianyue asked curiously.

"I don't know." Feng Fuxi scratched his head. "It seems like there's a martial arts school there, which I heard has been passed down for over 600 years and is a key cultural relic protection unit. You should be very interested in that, right?"

"Those who understand me are truly blessed!" Chen Qianyue's eyes lit up, and she rubbed her hands together eagerly: "History books record that more than six hundred years ago was an era when demons and monsters roamed freely!"

Feng Fuxi curled his lip and said:

"You really believe in demons?"

Her words trailed off as she recalled the scene she had witnessed on the plane.

At this moment, the internet is in an uproar, with everyone discussing whether those enormous phantoms on the horizon are the legendary demons!

Chen Qianyue suddenly became mysterious, lowered her voice, and said:
"Xiao Xizi, you know that my mentor is one of the top experts in the industry, right?"

"Huh?" Feng Fuxi was somewhat surprised.

Chen Qianyue's expression became somewhat solemn:
"On the train, I spoke with my advisor on the phone. He said that those enormous, ghostly figures weren't holographic projections as some people online claimed, nor were they demons."

"It is a being far more powerful than a demon. For example, those wings that blot out the sky are very likely the mythical Kunpeng!"

Feng Fuxi was taken aback:
"The fish in the Northern Sea, whose name is Kun?"

"Yes!" Chen Qianyue's face flushed slightly with excitement: "In other words, what we study in our ancient mythology major is not fiction at all, but something that really exists and is absolutely true!"

She took a deep breath, her heart pounding:

"Little Xizi, you don't understand. A brand new era is about to begin. This new era is dangerous, but it's also full of opportunities. Fortune and misfortune are intertwined!"

Feng Fuxi blinked, somewhat confused:

"Did your advisor say that?"

"Mmm." Chen Qianyue calmed herself down and said with a smile, "My mentor is definitely not wrong. In his research room, I saw a real demon!"

Feng Fuxi was skeptical, but the images of those enormous phantoms kept replaying in her mind. She always felt that the enormous phantoms were watching her, which was very strange and eerie.
It's like that dream where all demons worship each other.
In my dream, the monsters called me 'Your Majesty'.

Feng Fuxi shuddered.

"Should we go to the martial arts school you mentioned first, or to your house first?" Chen Qianyue asked.

"Let's go to my place, drop off your luggage first, and then we can talk?"

Feng Fuxi said with a smile:
“My home is not far from the train station. We can walk back, which will only take about ten minutes.”

The two chattered away as they walked, starting with their discussion about whether monsters existed and what those enormous phantoms were.
Later, it gradually turned into discussions about which boy in the department was the most handsome, which girl had caused some gossip, and even the phenomenon of four people in the dormitory having eight group chats.
"Tell me honestly, have you been chatting with other people about crickets?" Feng Fuxi pinched Chen Qianyue's cheek, and the latter rolled her eyes beautifully.

"you guess!"

She pursed her lips, stood still, and looked at the small manor in front of her and the sign for 'Green Water Retirement Home'.

"Hey, Xiao Xizi, is this your home?"

"Yes, I grew up in a nursing home," Feng Fuxi said with a smile, without the slightest hesitation or embarrassment.
"It was Uncle Zhou who picked Wangcai out of the trash can, come here!"

She waved to a large white dog that was slowly walking back with a big meaty bone in its mouth. The dog glanced at her lazily, but the moment it saw Feng Fuxi, it was terrified.

It tried to escape, but it was too late.

Feng Fuxi pounced on the old dog like a hungry tiger, grabbing it and roughly squirming it in his arms. The large bone the dog was carrying fell to the ground, and it let out a mournful whimper—why did this crazy girl come back??

"Old Chen, that's the Celestial Hound!"

Feng Fuxi turned around and shouted:
"It's a super old dog. It's been with me since I was a kid, and I don't think it has many years left to live. I love it so much!"

Chen Qianyue stepped forward and adjusted her glasses:

"But it doesn't seem to like you very much, Celestial Hound?"

"Hmm, isn't this a nice name? I think it was given to me by my Uncle Zhou."

"It's not a matter of whether it sounds good or bad."

Chen Qianyue squatted down beside him, stroking the head of the Howling Celestial Dog:

"My mentor said that the [Sun-Devouring God] who may have once occupied Green Water City was actually named Howling Celestial Dog."

She naturally didn't believe that the old dog being brutally ravaged by Xiao Xizi was the [Sun-Devouring God]. She paused for a moment, then smiled and continued:
"Looks like I've come to the right place. Your Uncle Zhou might know some ancient legends, otherwise it wouldn't be such a coincidence that he chose this name."

As she spoke, Chen Qianyue's expression turned serious:
"But Xiao Xizi, you'd better change this old white dog's name. My mentor said that with the advent of a new era and the return of gods and Buddhas, the Sun-Swallowing God Lord might also return. This name is taboo!"

The old white dog leaned against Feng Fuxi's chest, glancing weakly at the bespectacled girl—she was quite knowledgeable.

Feng Fuxi rubbed the dog's head with both of her small hands:

"Old Chen, you're exaggerating. You keep talking about your mentor all the time. Is he really that amazing?"

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you!" Chen Qianyue said irritably, "There are just too many secrets hidden underwater in this world, and the power of immortals and Buddhas is far more terrifying than you can imagine. Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you!"

Feng Fuxi was somewhat unconvinced:

"for example?"

Chen Qianyue thought for a moment, then pointed to the setting sun in the sky:
"For example, the sun—in mythology, the sun is not a giant star, but a life form, an incomparably powerful mythical life form called the Three-Legged Golden Crow, which surpasses countless immortals and Buddhas!"

Feng Fuxi grumbled:
"This is getting more and more bizarre. Does the Sun-Devouring God specifically eat the three-legged golden crow?"

The old white dog blinked.

Chen Qianyue actually fell into deep thought:
"Judging from the name, it seems that's really the case? Hmm? I'll have to ask my advisor later."

Feng Fuxi chuckled and hugged the old white dog tightly:
"Did you hear me, Celestial Hound? You eat golden crows!"

‘Squeak~’

The large iron gate was pushed open, and an old man walked out with a dark face.

"Grandpa Lu!"

Old Man Lu, who was fanning himself, trembled slightly, and the Celestial Hound suddenly shrank its neck.
Feng Fuxi pulled Chen Qianyue to her feet, and they introduced themselves to each other:

"This is my classmate and best friend, Chen Qianyue. This is Grandpa Lu, who watched me grow up. He loves playing chess, but he's terrible at it and has never beaten Uncle Zhou!"

"Hello, Grandpa Lu," Chen Qianyue greeted politely.

Lu Ya's expression softened slightly. He nodded in response, exchanged a few polite words, and then led the two into the nursing home, saying as they walked:
"Your Uncle Zhou took your Uncle Li out fishing, they won't be back until later. I'm afraid Old Kong will have to make you sweet and sour pork ribs."

Feng Fuxi's face fell.

Old Man Lu was still rambling on about something, but then, after thinking for a moment, he added:
"The title of Sun-Swallowing God is just a nominal one. In mythology, he is not considered powerful and is far inferior to the Golden Crow."

As he spoke, he glanced at the old white dog with the meat bone in its mouth.

Feng Fuxi was bewildered, while Chen Qianyue's eyes lit up:
"Grandpa Lu, you also study ancient mythology?"

"I know a little bit, just a little bit." Lu Ya chuckled, waving his fan. "I did some research on it when I was young."

"So you're still a senior figure?"

Chen Qianyue was even more excited; for her, this was an unexpected surprise—as her mentor had said…

Many of the ancient legends that have been unearthed were passed down orally from the elderly in remote areas.

She quickly took out paper and pen from her backpack, turned on her phone to record, and instinctively wanted to interview Old Man Lu, but Feng Fuxi stopped her.

"Research, research, all they ever do is research!"

Little Fuxi hummed and hawed:
"You promised to play with me first! You're staying for several days, I can have Grandpa Lu tell you the story later!" Chen Qianyue was both amused and exasperated.
"Little Xizi, didn't you say we'd be going to eat in a little while?"

"We can go out and have some fun first!"

Feng Fuxi picked up the weak, old white dog:
"For example, how about we go to that 600-year-old martial arts school first? We can take a stroll around and then come back for dinner!"

Chen Qianyue hesitated for a moment, then put the paper and pen away:
"Alright, alright, my dear lady, you're the host, you're in charge, the guest should follow the host's lead!"

Feng Fuxi then beamed with joy.

The two put down their luggage, greeted the elderly people in the courtyard, and then went out side by side.

Old Lu fanned himself as he watched the taxi drive away, the amiable look on his face fading away.

He turned his head and said:

"A visitor is coming."

The elderly people in the courtyard were all leaning back in their reclining chairs, motionless.

After a while.

'Tap, tap, tap'

The iron gate of the nursing home was knocked on and pushed open. Someone walked in and glanced around indifferently.

"This is it?"

The middle-aged man, with a stern expression, completely ignored the few unremarkable old men and turned his head:
"Fellow Daoist, isn't it a bit too much for you to have followed me all this way?"

The old monk with yellow eyebrows, walking alongside the middle-aged man, chanted a prayer of compassion and smiled:
"If there's a shortcut, then of course we should take it."

The Northern Emperor stared at the "Old Buddha" from the Maitreya Temple, and snorted. The two Great Luo Immortals did not directly confront each other.

This place, after all, is the "Human Dynasty".

Leaving aside the heavy burden of human destiny weighing on their heads and shoulders, let's talk about the human emperor who disappeared hundreds of years ago.
Those great supernatural beings who returned did not understand or know anything about it.
But they were very familiar with that emperor, and also deeply afraid of him.

That guy is just too powerful.

The Northern Emperor attempted to project his divine sense outside his body to survey the entire Greenwater City, but failed due to the overwhelming human fortune.

Under the sweep of divine sense, the entire Green Water City and even the entire Human Dynasty were blurred, shrouded in an invisible, golden fortune and power.

He gave up, stopped trying, and said calmly:

"Let's just wait here. When the time comes, we'll each rely on our own abilities."

The old Buddha nodded with a smile:
"But we must keep a low profile; it seems you and I aren't the only ones who have found this place."

The two great Ronaldos exchanged words, leaving the old folks in the courtyard looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Gentlemen, this is a nursing home. May I ask who you are looking for?"

Old Lu waved his fan, a forced smile on his face. Bei Huang glanced at him but didn't bother to acknowledge him—in his perception, he was just an ordinary old man.

He looked vaguely familiar—somewhat like Lu Ya Dao Ren, whom he loathed, and Lu Yu's father.

The Northern Emperor did not recognize Lu Ya, who had transformed from a handsome young man into a decrepit old man.

At this moment, the old Buddha spoke softly and gently:

“Esteemed benefactor, we have come here to find a young girl. This is her face.”

As he spoke, the old Buddha, who looked like a monk, reached into his robes and conjured a photograph out of thin air, then took it out to look at it.

Old Man Lu glanced at it and said indifferently:
"Little Fuxi, she just went out."

"Oh?"

The Buddha smiled:

"May I ask, benefactor, when will you return?"

"I don't know, but I advise you to leave—our dean has a bad temper and doesn't like outsiders."

The Northern Emperor and the Old Buddha smiled at the same time, but did not answer, and sat cross-legged on the ground on their own.

Grandma Jin, sitting on the recliner, clicked her tongue and glanced at Old Man Lu—Old Lu had finally softened and wanted to save Bei Huang's half-brother.

Emperor Jun was born on the tenth day and the twelfth month. Lu Ya Daojun was one of the tenth day, and the Northern Emperor was one of the twelfth month.

Grandma Jin glanced at the indifferent Northern Emperor sitting cross-legged, clicked her tongue again, and thought to herself, "What a pity."

Old Lu turned and went to the backyard.

………………

at the same time.

"My Buddha is merciful."

A handsome young man with a female appearance and a man's body holding a jade vase, and a bloodstain on his forehead.
One after another, strangely dressed 'people' arrived in Greenwater City.

They all exuded a sense of ancient vicissitudes.

"True Lord." The man with the appearance of a woman and carrying a jade bottle, who happened to be traveling the same way as the handsome young man, spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Is the True Lord also seeking that person?"

The handsome young man glanced at Guanyin Bodhisattva, his smile forced and insincere:
"Master Cihang, I'm here to find my dog."

"The True Lord is lying." Guanyin smiled. "Whoever finds that person first, it's up to their own abilities."

As he spoke, he looked around and sighed softly:

"There are many fellow Daoists here."

Yang Jian squinted:

"Yes, there are many. Uncle Cihang, do you think that among them, there might be a great supernatural being who has quietly descended?"

Yes, there definitely is.

Guanyin Bodhisattva spoke softly and gently, her gaze profoundly deep:
"You might as well tell the True Lord that an incarnation of the Supreme Being has also arrived."

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly, and he gave Guanyin Bodhisattva a deep look:
"Uncle Cihang's heart is still in Yuxu Palace."

He knew that his former senior martial uncle was revealing such a great secret to remind and warn him.

Guanyin Bodhisattva simply sighed again and, like an ordinary person, departed step by step.

Before leaving, he said one last thing:

"True Lord, it would be best if you left first."

"A great storm is about to break out here."

Yang Jian gazed at Ci Hangtian, one of the twelve immortals of Yuxu Palace, and at Guanyin Bodhisattva, the foremost of the four great bodhisattvas of Mount Ling, and sighed softly.

"The Transformation of the Supreme Being"

He murmured, a solemn expression appearing on his face. Since Master Cihang could speak of the transformation of the Supreme Being, the one who came was most likely the [Transformation of Buddha], otherwise he would not know such a secret.

Who is it that is an incarnation of the Buddha, or someone at the level of a great supernatural being?
Could it be that senior master?

………………

"Uncle Zhou!"

Outside the Taibai Martial Arts School.

Feng Fuxi looked on with surprise:
"Why are you here?"

Zhou Mu, carrying a fishing rod, and Laozi turned around. The former smiled and said:
"Did you bring your Uncle Li here to fish? Isn't there a pond in this martial arts school? Is this your classmate?"

"Hello, Uncle, my name is Chen Qianyue."

Chen Qianyue stepped forward and greeted them politely, but her eyes were fixed on the martial arts hall, her face full of curiosity.

"Grandpa Li!" Feng Fuxi shouted loudly, and the old man carrying the fishing rod beamed with joy.

far away.

Two teachers and a handsome young man are walking towards them.

(End of this chapter)