I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 112: Immortal Nightmare Prayer, Pray to Heaven and Earth to Transform My Form
wake up.

Zhou Mu turned over and did not talk to his second brother and others immediately. Instead, he crossed his legs and closed his eyes, as if he was meditating and entering a state of concentration.

He was observing fragments of brother Xiaotian's memories in the cave.

for a long time.

When Zhou Mu opened his eyes, he saw the bloodshot eyes of his second brother. He shook his head and said softly:
"I have already inherited it."

Chu Ji and Yang Niannian cast curious glances at him. Wang Chonghe was stunned.
"You haven't always been"

"I met the master, an old man with great dignity. There were sounds of weapons and swords. The cave in the plaque was a dark place, empty and chaotic, and vague."

Wang Chonghe was stunned. What his junior brother said was completely right.

Did he really go to the plaque?

when? ?

Confused, the second brother did not ask any more questions, knowing that this was the younger brother's secret, and he would not pry into it.
Just as he had never asked his junior fellow apprentice why he had broken through from a great martial artist at the internal strength level to the Qi realm after just half a month of not seeing him.

A moment of silence.

"I also figured out where the senior sister and the others were. They were on North 15th Street, but I also figured out..."

Wang Chonghe closed his eyes:
"There are groups of ascetics there, no less than a hundred, and there are also great monks from the realm of immortality nearby, between ten and thirty, distributed between streets nine and fourteen."

"There are five guardians of the demon Buddha sect in the Heaven Realm, from the third street to the eighth street."

"As for that King Kong, he's on the first street."

The second brother spoke in a low voice, with his eyes slightly closed. Chu Ji beside him was stunned:

"Can the art of divination be so detailed? Can you even calculate the location of the heavenly realm?"

“I am gifted.” Wang Chong and Chen Chen said, “We have figured out the location of our master. He is on the first street, next to the Buddhist Vajra.”

After a pause, he raised his head and stared at Zhou Mu:

"I can't think of how you can rescue Senior Sister and the others. It's impossible for you to sneak in without making any noise."

“And if there is even the slightest disturbance, all the hundreds of monks on the street will come and gather around, and there is a high probability that a great monk from the realm of immortality will come in person.”

"Little Junior Brother"

"forget it."

Wang Chonghe closed his eyes darkly.

Zhou Mu pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time, but suddenly smiled:
"Second Brother, I am sure."

He stood up and said softly:
"I don't have to sneak in there either - can I just go there openly?"

Wang Chonghe was puzzled and was about to ask a question, but Zhou Mu said:
"Brother, what do those ascetics look like? Please describe them to me. The more detailed the better."

The second brother frowned, but still answered:
"The monks I saw wore robes and skull beads around their necks. The most obvious feature was a symbol on their bald heads."

He drew it, and it was a '卐'.

Zhou Mu kept it in mind and silently mobilized the vital energy of heaven and earth in his body.

The next moment.

Under the stunned gazes of the three people, a faint gray light appeared on Zhou Mu's body. As the gray light flickered, his skin and clothes seemed to break apart and reassemble.
In just a moment, he transformed into a monk wearing a white cassock.

The swastika on his bald head stood out.

Nightmare Prayer of the Seventy-two Immortal Arts.

After entering the Qi realm, Zhou Mu could inhale and inhale the vital energy of heaven and earth for his own use. Many of the seventy-two immortal arts could already be used in a preliminary way.

After experiencing the Great Enlightenment Dao Field, his own enlightenment increased dramatically.
I just saw through Brother Xiaotian's memory fragments and reviewed the 72 immortal arts. More than half of them can be practiced.

And the first thing he chose was [Nightmare Prayer].

The magic of nightmare prayer uses the energy of heaven and earth or the power of heaven and earth to perform ancient prayers and perform magic, transformation, confusion, and curses.
What is different from ordinary illusions is that

The Nightmare Prayer Art is to pray to heaven and earth. It is not oneself who changes, but heaven and earth that change.

It is not about confusing people's minds or the changes of light and shadow, but about truly involving great wonders.

It can be said that if the Nightmare Prayer Art can be mastered to the extreme and has enough mana to support it
It can even rewrite reality.

The seventy-two magic arts, each of which seems ordinary, but each of them has great magic. Even among the immortals in the ancient times, not many of them could master them all, let alone be proficient in them all.

For example, Zhou Mu now can even turn stone into gold. He can pray to heaven and earth through the art of nightmare prayer and make a stone turn into gold - real gold.

It is called an illusion, but it can make stone become the same as gold, with the same weight, texture and properties.
It can't even be called 'transformation'.

Of course, it can't last long.

"What a wonderful illusion."

The second brother reached out and touched the white cassock on Zhou Mu, feeling the warmth of the cassock, and exclaimed:
"Can even the sense of touch be deceived?"

"it's not true."

Zhou Mu shook his head: "This is not a simple illusion, nor is it a simple transformation. This is..."

"Nightmare Prayer." Chu Ji identified it as "an ancient immortal technique, mysterious and wonderful."

Zhou Mu was surprised. He didn't expect that Lao Chu actually recognized him?

Chu Ji sighed softly:
"With this skill, Lao Zhou, you might be able to deceive those monks. Can the vitality and magic power in your body support you to dress up for me?"

"No."

Zhou Mu shook his head:

"I am already struggling to maintain the status quo. I don't have the energy to spare."

"Then you go, I'll support you outside."

"No." Zhou Mu shook his head and refused: "Old Chu, you take Second Senior Brother and Xiao Nian to stay here, I can go alone. If you guys are hiding nearby, I will be distracted."

Hearing this, Chu Ji did not force it and nodded silently.

The second brother recalled the appearance of the monk and asked Zhou Mu to change a few details.

After everything was settled, he was silent for a moment and said softly:
"Come back alive."

"Ah."

There was not much narration or sentimentality. The monk in white robes walked silently into the distance.

………………

underground.

"In the end what happened?"

Chu Yaowu placed his hands on Hua Ling's shoulders, looking unhappy:
"Xiao Ling, why would those immortals listen to you? Why would they send food and water? Why?"

Saying,

He even undressed Hua Ling, but underneath the clothes was delicate skin, without any scars or blood pits.

"Brother Xiao Wu."

Hua Ling said softly:
"An old immortal saw my talent and said I was born with spiritual bones. He wanted me to follow him and become an immortal in the future!"

"Really?"

"real!"

Chu Yaowu breathed a sigh of relief and hugged Hua Ling.

"My sister is going to be an immortal in the future!" Hua Ling bit her lip and silently hugged Chu Yaowu back, feeling the young man's body temperature for a long time.

She lowered her head, not wanting Xiao Wu to see her twinkling eyes, and said softly:
"The old immortal said that he would only take me away and let me come back to be with my family."

Chu Yaowu was stunned for a moment, loosened his arms, stared at Ling Yatou, who had tears streaming down her face, and then he understood.

He reached out and held Hua Ling's cheek:

"This is an opportunity, a huge opportunity."

“Don’t give up, don’t refuse.”

"When you become a great immortal, remember to come back and see me."

Hua Ling cried even harder, but Chu Yaowu thought she was crying because she was about to leave and couldn't let him go, so he just hugged her gently again.

"Cough cough."

As they embraced, Chu Yaowu coughed softly. Hua Ling seemed to sense something and pulled open his sleeves, only to see that the bloody nest on his upper arm seemed to have grown even bigger.

The centipede inside also became bigger.

“It’s okay.” Chu Yaowu wanted to put down his sleeves, but Hua Ling stopped him: “Wait a minute, Brother Xiaowu.”

She stared at the centipede, sensed the centipede, and suddenly closed her eyes.

moment.

The centipede coiled in Chu Yaowu's arm twisted its body and stopped eating his flesh and blood. Instead, it spit out some white substance.
Chu Yaowu noticed that the pain, weakness and drowsiness disappeared at once, his spirits suddenly lifted, and he even felt as if he had gained a lot of strength.

"Xiaoling, this."

"It was the magic that the old immortal taught me!"

Hua Ling smiled, still with her eyes closed.

She sensed 10 meters away, 20 meters away, 30 meters away, and 100 meters away.
She sensed the blood and flesh nests on the bodies of the people nearby, and the precious insects in the blood and flesh nests.

She found that she could control the insects just like she did before.

As soon as the thought came to mind, the centipede in Xiao Wu's body began to twist.

Chu Yaowu yawned.

"I'm so sleepy, I'm going to take a nap."

He fell asleep immediately.

Hua Ling stood there in a daze, and walked out of the shed in a daze. People around her who received water and bread bowed their heads to her one by one.

She continued to move forward until she reached an area where no one recognized her, and looked at the weak people one by one. Some of them had treasure insects in their bodies, while others did not.

Hua Ling squatted in front of a dying person with festering bodies.

She placed her hand on the dying man's forehead, her palm cracked, and a small centipede crawled into the man's head.

The man's festering skin was healing rapidly, and his heartbeat, which was about to die, became strong again, and exclamations were heard nearby.

Hua Ling withdrew her hand. The crack on the dying man's forehead caused by the centipede had healed and nothing could be seen.

"I"

"What's going on here?"

Hua Ling was confused, and immediately stood up and walked to the side of the skinny, dying people one by one.

The people who had been waiting for someone to die so they could eat the corpse quietly withdrew.

They watched the girl stroke the heads of dying people one after another, and watched dying people escape from the plight of death one after another.
"Fairy!"

The first man who was touched by Hua Ling and whose body was covered with festering wounds suddenly sat up straight, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed loudly.

More and more people gathered around her, knelt down, and called out to the 'immortal'.

Hua Ling was at a loss.

.........

far away.

A silver bell asked curiously:

"What method is this?"

"I don't know." Another Silver Bell shrugged and guessed, "Maybe it was taught by the Inspector?"

After a pause, he said enviously:

"This little girl is really lucky. She was valued by an inspector and even given the Xuanling Bell. Tsk tsk"

"Maybe you want to take me as your apprentice?"

The two Yinlings looked at each other, and did not continue to guess, nor did they report what happened here.

It’s no big deal, not necessary.

………………

dusk.

Seventeenth Street, Sixteenth Street.

The monk in white robes paused and stood at the Fifteenth Street.

He had been to this street before - Nonghuotang was here, and it seemed he was still here now.

Close your eyes,

Zhou Mu sniffed his nose and moved his ears, and all the noises along the entire Fifteenth Street fell into his ears.

He heard hundreds of strong heartbeats.

The person whose heartbeat is weaker than your own but stronger than the one taking medicine should be a Qigong practitioner, and the one whose heartbeat is similar to your own should be a great Qigong practitioner at the second level.

The one whose heartbeat is rumbling like thunder should be the [True Person] at the third level - Brother Xiaotian said that the True Person level is a link between the previous and the next levels, the most important one, and also the biggest transformation in the Qi realm.

"Eighty-four Qigong practitioners."

"Twenty-two great Qigong practitioners."

"Eleven true people at the third level."

Zhou Mu continued to listen:

"There are still complicated heartbeats in the Fire Hall. They should be the half-demon in the power realm. Could he still be there?"

"interesting."

He pondered for a moment, then turned to smell the scent in the room and soon found a familiar smell.

"over there."

Zhou Mu, wearing a white cassock, walked towards a large courtyard and saw several monks standing outside the door. One of them glanced at him sideways, staring at him in confusion.

Zhou Mu’s body tensed up—was he exposed?

He communicated with the Xuanjin Bronze Order through his thoughts, ready to take out the Jiayin woodcutting axe and ten thunder-dropping decrees at any time.

moment.

The monk looked at Zhou Mu, then smiled, clasped his hands together, nodded, and asked:
"Buddha have mercy on me. Is this monk also here to attend the feast of Master Huijue?"

(End of this chapter)