I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 350 Now that you're here, don't leave.

Feng Fuxi didn't know how he got home.

It felt like a blur before my eyes, and I had arrived.

Also arriving were Chen Qianyue and the oval-faced girl; the former was in a state of extreme contradiction, both excited and trembling.

As for the oval-faced girl.
She was as calm and unassuming as water.

Whether it was the [Sun-Swallowing God] who suddenly stood up and spoke, or the Compassionate Sky Venerable who acted as a Taoist priest,

Or perhaps, the sudden rise of a middle-aged man and a terrifying old monk in the nursing home did not move her in the slightest.

Hu Leying had seen many big scenes.

"Howling Celestial Dog"

Right now, in the nursing home.

Cihang Daoren ignored the few ordinary old men who were so energetic in the middle of the night, his gaze fixed on the Northern Emperor and the Old Buddha, and said calmly:

"This is what you call security?"

The Celestial Hound frowned, his long, fine white fur trembling, and remained silent, while the two little girls looked on with some confusion as they sized up the middle-aged man and the old monk.

"Guanyin."

The old Buddha bowed and smiled:
"Huang Mei greets Guanyin Bodhisattva."

A chilling atmosphere suddenly filled the courtyard, and Old Zhao, who was leisurely exercising at the entrance of the nursing home, shivered.

"This is going to be unsettling!" Old Zhao, or rather Zhen Yuanzi, sighed.

Cihang Daoist stood warily in front of Feng Fuxi, his expression stern:

"Huang Mei, it's been many years, and you've certainly made a name for yourself."

"May Buddha have mercy." The old Buddha smiled and said, "I, who was once a false Buddha, have now become a true Buddha. Bodhisattva, you are no longer the Guanyin of the South Sea. It seems that you have returned to being a Taoist Celestial Venerable?"

Although the old Buddha had a smile on his face, his heart was heavy—there was a gap even among the Great Luo Immortals.

He is a Great Luo Immortal, and so is the Northern Emperor.
However, compared to Cihang Daoren, he is far inferior!
After all, he was the head of the four great bodhisattvas of Mount Ling, and his name was famous throughout this entire era. He was also a direct descendant of Yuanshi and one of the twelve heavenly venerables of Jade Void!

Among the Great Luo Immortals, if one were to rank them into different levels, Cihang, Yang Jian, and Sun Wukong would be considered first-rate.
Only then could the Northern Emperor and the Old Buddha grant their permission.

"Guanyin, the Compassionate One"

The Northern Emperor spoke in a low voice:
"Back then, Cihang became Guanyin, and now Guanyin has become Cihang again. Life is unpredictable. Guanyin Bodhisattva, or rather, Cihang Venerable, is she also here for Feng Fuxi?"

Feng Fuxi shrank back, feeling an urge to cry. What had he done to them?

And
She bit her lip, a deep worry flashing in her eyes. Grandpa Zhao and Grandma Jin were still in the nursing home!
After being enlightened and awakened by Cihang,

Feng Fuxi already knew how terrifying gods and Buddhas were. When those people fought, they could destroy the heavens and the world at any moment. A single thought could cause all the stars to fall!

Even if they restrain themselves and limit their boundless power to a small space, at least this nursing home will no longer exist.

Let’s go.

Let's go!
Feng Fuxi frantically tried to wink at Grandma Jin and Grandpa Lu, who were watching the commotion, but the two seemed not to notice, which made her feel a bit annoyed—why are these old people so fond of watching the excitement?
Is this spectacle even worth watching?!

Even to say
Feng Fuxi saw Grandma Jin pull out a handful of melon seeds from somewhere and start cracking them open.

The corners of her mouth twitched.

"I have long heard of the name of Guanyin and the power of her compassion."

The Northern Emperor then spoke:

"Unfortunately, we probably won't get to see the story of the snipe and the clam fighting, so that the fisherman can benefit."

Cihang's expression was cold and stern. She couldn't help but glare at Xiaotianquan. How could she have believed the little dog's nonsense?
He was somewhat anxious, as he could feel powerful gazes sweeping over him and overwhelming wills descending upon him!

Countless fellow Daoists are heading towards this place.

Amidst a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, Cihang Daoren twitched the corner of his mouth:

"Northern Emperor. You've been a demon emperor in this mortal realm for ten thousand years, and now you're all arrogant? Under normal circumstances, I could kill you in an instant."

Northern Emperor? Demon Emperor?
Chen Qianyue's eyes widened, her palms sweating, as she thought of the Northern Continent described in textbooks, and the Demon Dynasty that dominated the Northern Continent.

That person is the emperor of the demon dynasty, the one who invaded the human dynasty hundreds of years ago?

She glanced sideways instinctively and saw that Xiao Xizi was also looking at her blankly.

They exchanged a glance and simultaneously shrank back.

Feng Fuxi couldn't help but whisper to the oval-faced girl beside him:
"Sister Leying, what's the situation now?"

Hu Leying calmly replied:
"It's nothing, everything is fine today, that's what I said."

Her tone was arrogant, which attracted the attention of the Northern Emperor and the Old Buddha. However, seeing that she was just a little fellow who was not even a True King, the two Great Luo Immortals stopped paying attention to her and turned their gaze back to Cihang Daoist.

"You've arrived," the old Buddha suddenly sighed softly.

The next moment.

The iron gate of the nursing home was pushed open, and everyone in the yard, including the dog, turned to look. They saw a young man walking by, leaving a charred footprint on the ground with each step.

Within the footprints, the wondrous path flows, echoing the sounds of heaven.

"Zhu Rong?"

The Northern Emperor frowned slightly. Zhu Rong was an alien species from the First Era and the God of Fire in the Heavenly Court. He briefly held the power of the Fire Department and was one of the most renowned Great Luo Immortals. He had many incarnations, including those of humans, gods, immortals, and ghosts.

"It's very lively."

Zhu Rong glanced at the bewildered old man at the gate, but paid him no mind. She slowly walked into the courtyard and calmly said:
"It seems I'm a little late."

The Buddha, the Northern Emperor, and even Cihang Daoist all bowed slightly to Zhu Rong—his strength might not be above theirs, but his seniority was very high.

He is an innate god or demon, one of the oldest.

"Zhurong, it's been many years."

A detached voice rang out, and another Great Luo entered and arrived. "Gonggong?" Zhurong looked sideways in surprise: "You've escaped?"

The dignified one known as Gonggong smiled:
"Since Nuwa has been missing for so many years, isn't it only right that I escape this predicament?"

"Indeed." Zhu Rong's expression returned to calm: "Back then, when you were an incarnation of the human race, you shattered Mount Buzhou, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to sink. I thought you would be suppressed for eternity."

Gonggong smiled without speaking. Like Zhurong, he was one of the oldest primordial gods and demons.

He once disguised himself as a human and plotted to seize the throne of the Five Emperors.

Of course, it failed.

With the Primordial Fire Ancestor and the Primordial Water Ancestor standing side by side, even Cihang Daoist became cautious:

"Fellow Daoists, whose orders have you come under? The Jade Emperor? Di Jun?"

Zhu Rong glanced at him:
"you guess?"

Cihang Daoist frowned and remained silent, his expression somewhat grim. He feared he would be unable to safely take the reincarnation of Fuxi away today.

Something big is going to happen.

As time passed, more and more powerful individuals arrived at this dilapidated nursing home.

From the former Heavenly Emperor of the Eastern Peak, to the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta in Buddhism, and then to the Ancestor Di Ting, they are the Azure Dragon of the East and the White Tiger of the West.
In a short period of time, more than twenty people named Da Luo gathered in the small nursing home!
And whenever Ronaldo arrives, someone will always mention his name.

Feng Fuxi was alright; after being enlightened, she only had a slight understanding of the powerful figures within Buddhism.
Chen Qianyue's job is to study ancient mythology, so she is naturally very familiar with the names of these legendary figures.

"Oh my god."

She muttered to herself, then couldn't help but look at her best friend.

Are they all here because of Xiao Xizi?
Time continues to flow, the Vermilion Bird of the Western Pole, the Black Tortoise of the Northern Pole, Zhao Gongming, the Minister of Finance of the Heavenly Court, and the Venerable Kasyapa of Buddhism.
More than twenty powerful cultivators stood in the small space, their inner turmoil running high. None of them displayed any extraordinary abilities; they simply faced each other calmly, waiting.

"My Buddha is merciful."

The Venerable Kasyapa broke the silence, pointing a finger at the cowering Feng Fuxi:
"Delaying this any longer is not a good idea. We each represent a supreme being, so let's get straight to the point and discuss how to win this battle."

After a pause, he said calmly:

"A life-or-death struggle goes without saying. There are probably many fellow cultivators hiding in the shadows. If someone were to take advantage of us, that would be truly infuriating."

Zhu Rong, the primordial fire ancestor, raised his eyelids, a forced smile on his face:

“If we don’t fight, if we don’t have a battle, what other way is there to determine the winner? It’s better for us to fight in the past, so that it won’t hinder the present, and we won’t be afraid of some fellow Daoist in the dark taking advantage of us.”

"Time has passed?" A certain Great Luo sneered: "Time has passed, but that one from Jade Void Palace still holds everything. What, Zhu Rong, is the Lord of Jade Void behind you?"

"Guess?" Zhu Rong asked coldly, toying with a wisp of innate flame in his hand. It looked ordinary and unremarkable.
But everyone present understood that once Zhu Rong stopped restraining that single flame, the entire human world might be ignited and reduced to ashes in an instant.

On the field, the two players, Ronaldo and others, began to clash. Although neither spoke, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Feng Fuxi could sense that a battle beyond his imagination and comprehension was underway.

Perhaps it is at this moment, or perhaps it is at every moment.

She swallowed hard, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Grandma Jin, who was watching the commotion, still cracking sunflower seeds, with a small mountain of shells piled up at her feet.

"Wow? Why are there so many people?"

An aged voice broke the silence, and all the noblemen in the courtyard turned their heads to see a bald old man dressed in a chef's uniform striding in.

"Grandpa Kong!" Feng Fuxi couldn't help but whisper, "Let's go!"

"Go? Go where?"

Grandpa Kong said with a smile:
"The dean is back too."

As he spoke, he turned to the side, and a middle-aged man slowly walked over.

"Uncle Zhou!!" Feng Fuxi was even more anxious, almost bursting into tears.

"Little Fuxi, this is the fish soup that your Grandpa Li made for you. He asked me to bring you a portion back."

Zhou Mu smiled, ignoring the gazes of the more than twenty outsiders, and carried a pot of fish soup into the nursing home, placing it on a table in the corner.

"It's very lively."

He turned his head and smiled:

"I am the director of this nursing home. We do not entertain guests in the evening. Please leave."

The clear voice echoed in the courtyard, causing many powerful figures to frown.

Who is this person?

Cihang Daoren quietly sensed it, but it was just an ordinary person, and he felt nothing unusual—but that was not right.

Although these Great Luo Immortals did not reveal their true forms and supernatural powers, and appeared to be ordinary mortals, their status was still there. How could an ordinary person have the ability to face them directly?

Not right.

The same thought flashed through Zhu Daluo's mind.

"Don't want to leave?"

Feng Fuxi saw Uncle Zhou shake his head:
"If you don't want to leave, then don't leave. Old Zhao, close the door."

Upon hearing this, Feng Fuxi subconsciously glanced to the side and saw Grandpa Zhao, who had been standing at the door, slowly closing the large iron gate.

Seeing Grandma Jin and Grandpa Lu sitting on chairs not far away, eating sunflower seeds, I don't know when I stood up.

“They’re all familiar faces,” she heard Grandpa Kong sigh as he stretched his body.

Old Zhao slowly hung a lock on the iron gate, and the latch snapped shut.

‘Click! ’

The heavens and earth were plunged into darkness. All the great immortals looked up and saw only a book lying across the sky above the dilapidated nursing home.

Ground book.

(End of this chapter)