I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 348 Invincible and Without Friends, Guanyin Arrives (Two Chapters to Go)

(Two more chapters to go)
Three big fish?

On the day the Heavenly Court was destroyed, in the Great Thunderclap Temple.

The Buddha, seated solemnly atop the wondrous golden lotus, remained imprisoned beneath the [Heaven and Earth Profound and Yellow Exquisite Pagoda], suppressed in the [present].
However, this body that has passed through time still retains a sliver of consciousness. Although it cannot do much to interfere with the past, it has no problem recognizing certain things and objects.

He asked:
"Fellow Daoist says, are you not Yuanshi?"

“But I see you surrounded by auspicious clouds, accompanied by seventy-two colors of light, with a green lamp by your side, and a jade ruyi in your hand. The taste of the cause of all the fruits is truly real.”

“I am not the original Primordial One.” Zhou Mu spoke calmly, sitting cross-legged on the Primordial Auspicious Cloud, with the chessboard of the Dao Contest faintly appearing in front of him.

"I am the fourteenth."

Buddha was taken aback, then suddenly realized:
"Oh it's you."

There were originally thirteen positions next to the chessboard of Dao Zheng, but after Zhou Mu took control of Jiu You, there were fourteen.

Buddha narrowed his eyes slightly:

"I wonder what kind of cooperation you're referring to? And who are those three big fish?"

Above the Primordial Auspicious Clouds, Zhou Mu raised his eyes, his gaze reflecting the deep, dark universe layered upon layer. His voice was like a resounding bell, or the first thunderclap that cleaved the heavens and earth:
"Cooperation is the ultimate form of hunting."

"As for those three big fish?"

After a moment's pause, the Taoist on the Primordial Auspicious Cloud smiled radiantly:

"Of course."

"Samcheong."

Buddha was stunned.

………………

Now, in these times.

The skinned and scaled fish was put into the pan and fried until it produced wisps of oily smoke, then it was added to water.

"Fish soup is here!"

In the Taibai Martial Arts School, Old Li chuckled as he brought out a large bowl of steaming hot fish soup, his face crinkling with wrinkles from his smile.

He placed the fish soup on the table, glanced at Zhou Mu and Yang Jian who were sitting upright, and asked in surprise:

Where is Xiao Fuxi?

"I told her to go back first."

Zhou Muping spoke:
"I have dispelled the causal field that shrouded Green Water City. Without the obscuring, in the perception of many friends, Little Fuxi is like a sudden blazing sun during the polar night. Those friends will rush towards Fuxi."

The "young friends" that Zhou Mu mentioned were many Great Luo Immortals and Great Divine Powers—given Zhou Mu's current status, he could call them "young friends" or "juniors."

"Just to lure out the Buddha?" Old Li asked, frowning. Yang Jian's pupils shrank suddenly. Who are they trying to catch?
Zhou Mu nodded, then shook his head, his face as calm and unfathomable as the deep sea.

"I don't get many chances. After Buddha breaks the seal, more and more fellow cultivators will also break the seal, and my chances will become smaller and smaller."

"I need to seize the moment."

After a moment, Zhou Mu lowered his eyelids, his gaze extremely deep and unfathomable:
"This time, I will capture some junior friends to fill the minimum number of celestial officials needed to establish the Heavenly Court. This is the best opportunity, and it may even be my only chance."

Yang Jian listened, somewhat bewildered, while Old Li seemed to be deep in thought.

He understood that Zhou Mu was right. If they missed this opportunity, and then all the supreme beings once again pressed down upon the heavens,

At that time, they would not sit idly by and watch Zhou Mu capture the Great Luo or even the Great Supernatural Being.

The further he progressed, the less chance Zhou Mu had of attaining supreme enlightenment.

"Shall we take a gamble?" Old Li said.

"Ah."

Zhou Mu ladled out a bowl of fish soup, took a sip, and the hot soup simmered in his mouth, its rich aroma bursting forth and refreshing his soul.

"An opportunity!"

He sighed and looked back outside; the moon had already risen in the sky.

"Old Li."

Zhou Mu suddenly asked:

"Do you think there are friends among those who are supreme?"

Yang Jian raised his head, and Old Li, who was happily sipping his fish soup, pondered for a moment before speaking:
“I told you long ago that there are no enemies or friends among the supreme beings; everything is based on the interests of the Dao.”

After pausing for a moment, he put down the fish soup and said with a smile:
“Even our intimacy at this moment is fleeting. In the end, the seeds I have placed on you will surely have their purpose.”

Yang Jian's pupils shrank to pinpoints—was this unknown old man, Li, beside him the Supreme Being?
Who is this supreme being?
His hand holding the fish soup trembled slightly.

Zhou Mu also put down his bowl at this moment, looking lost and dejected.

"Is that so?"

"I now truly understand."

He lowered his eyelids:
"To be more precise, the supreme realm should not be one where there are no enemies or friends, but rather one where anyone can be an enemy and anyone can be a friend."

"An enemy at this time may be a friend at that time, and vice versa."

"This is because of the struggle for the Way."

The light, airy words echoed in the small house. Old Li stroked his long, snow-white beard and nodded, saying:
"exactly."

"It is a struggle over the Way."

...Not far from the Green Water Nursing Home, there is a small restaurant.

The restaurant owned by Old Man Kong.

"delicious!"

Feng Fuxi was gnawing on sweet and sour pork ribs, his words mumbled indistinctly, while Chen Qianyue and Hu Leying beside him were also eating with relish.

"Sister Yueying, why do the people at the martial arts school call you Grandmaster?"

Chen Qianyue asked curiously, having just strolled around the Taibai Martial Arts Hall, and the three of them were quite well-matched.

Feng Fuxi was just being polite, suggesting that the martial arts school owner have a meal with him, but to his surprise, the other party actually agreed.

And so it went, and that's how it ended up.

Hu Leying put down her chopsticks and smiled happily:

"That's a long story. I took over the martial arts school from my master and ran it for many years. As my seniority grew, I became the 'Grandmaster'."

Feng Fuxi blinked and asked curiously:

"It's been open for many years? But I see that you, Sister Yueying, are not much older than us. Even if you inherited the martial arts school from a young age, it's only been ten or twenty years at most, right?"

“That’s not all,” Hu Leying waved her hand.

"Sister Yueying, exactly how many years?" Chen Qianyue couldn't help but ask, and as soon as she finished speaking, she saw the oval-faced girl smile sweetly:
"It's been about six hundred years, hasn't it?"

'puff! '

Feng Fuxi spat out the rice in his mouth, his face full of speechlessness:

"Sister Yueying, you're quite the joker."

Hu Leying smiled slightly, offering no explanation, and carefully picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork rib with her chopsticks.
Although she didn't know who the old man Kong who made this dish was, the fact that he had stayed by her junior brother's side for six hundred years was probably quite remarkable.
It is probably a legendary existence.

Chen Qianyue glanced out the window. The courtyard was desolate, and further away was the Green Water Nursing Home.

She asked casually with a chuckle:

"Alright, alright, Sister Yueying is over six hundred years old. So, Sister Yueying, tell me about six hundred years ago? Was it really a time when demons and monsters roamed freely?"

Chen Qianyue naturally didn't believe the oval-faced girl's words, but she also thought that since the other party had inherited a martial arts school that had been passed down for hundreds of years,

Perhaps we do have some understanding of that era six hundred years ago, and we are curious and want to get to the bottom of it.

Six hundred years ago.

Hu Leying was slightly lost in thought again, and after a long while she said:

"Back then, this place was called Dog Extinction City, and the place we are in now was called the Breeding Area."

Feng Fu was delighted:
"Sis, why are you taking this so seriously?"

Chen Qianyue's eyes widened:

"Yes, yes, yes, this place used to be the breeding area of ​​Dog Extinction City. This term appears in many ancient documents. Do you really know about six hundred years ago?"

Hu Leying did not answer, but only reminisced and narrated:
“I was just an ordinary little girl in the breeding area. Perhaps one day I would be hunted, or I would be drawn into a death trap and end up on the dinner table until I met my master.”

"Until I met my junior brother."

Lost in thought, she sighed:
"I still remember clearly how I took my junior brother to buy things in the beginning. It's all so vivid in my memory. It's all in the blink of an eye."

Chen Qianyue and Feng Fuxi exchanged glances, both sensing that something was amiss—this was Yueying, whom they had only recently met.

This doesn't look like a joke.
No way.
Hu Leying sighed softly:
"Back then, my junior brother was still so young, but in the blink of an eye, he suppressed the mortal realm for six hundred years. He was always by my side, but I felt that my junior brother had become so far away."

"Even when I look up, I can't see the hem of her clothes from so far away."

in the house.

'poof'

Feng Fuxi laughed out loud:
"Sister Yueying, what you're saying sounds so real. How can anyone live for six hundred years?"

The oval-faced girl chuckled, snapping out of her reverie, and teased:
"Hasn't His Majesty reigned for six hundred years?"

"That?" Feng Fuxi pursed his lips. "Hasn't it already been debunked online? They say the founding emperor should have died four or five hundred years ago, which is why he hasn't appeared yet."

After pausing for a moment, she muttered:

"Although something major happened in the south this afternoon, I still think that all this talk of gods and ghosts is just a lie."

Hu Leying smiled, offered no explanation, and simply pointed out the window.

She said:

"bloom."

Feng Fuxi and Chen Qianyue subconsciously turned their heads and stared at the desolate courtyard outside the window.

The oval-faced girl, who has already proven her great abilities, can turn the bleak late autumn into a garden full of spring colors, vying for beauty with a single word: "flowers bloom."

Chen Qianyue tilted her head back, flipped the stool over, and fell to the ground with a thud. Feng Fuxi rubbed his eyes, his mouth agape, staring blankly at the scene of blooming flowers.

She saw a dignified woman carrying a jade vase stroll into the courtyard of the small restaurant, into the vibrant spring scenery, and walk towards her.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The solemn woman's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed in the air, solemn and serene.

Every step I take is like a lotus blooming.

Old Kong, the bald man cooking in the kitchen, yawned and remarked:
"It's so peaceful!"

(End of this chapter)