I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 118 Are You Also From Tushita Palace?

The four big hands grabbed at them, and the whole city of Quanjue was shaking at this moment, the houses collapsed, and the ground cracked.

The northern district was even more miserable and almost completely destroyed. Only a tube-shaped building on the edge of the northern district was still standing, but the piano music in it suddenly became louder.

As for Zhou Mu.

He did not suffer any damage at all, and even the four powerful men were very cautious, fearing that this little guy who was hiding so many secrets would disappear.

I felt the world spinning.
Zhou Mu's eyes blurred, and he found himself on a vast sea of clouds of unknown height, with a bright sun above his head and several fierce "suns" in front of him.

He saw figures that were taller than the other. Even though he was still in his giant form, he was still extremely small compared to these creatures.
Four beings, each of whose true bodies was a thousand meters tall, looked down at him, their eyes shining like golden lamps. The extreme sense of oppression made him unable to think of resisting.
Not far away, there was another equally huge and beautiful woman—it was Su Daji whom I had seen before.

And a creature sitting cross-legged, seemingly withered, with glowing chains wrapped around its body.
There are silver horns on his forehead and he wears a rusty headband. He exudes an air of vicissitudes of life, as if he has lived for countless years and witnessed the change of eras.

Are these the powerful beings who are above the fairyland in the legend?
Zhou Mu was not afraid. He raised his head and looked directly at the powerful men, silently preparing for an opportunity to escape, but he was not in a hurry.

He knew that these powerful beings would not kill him.

"Funny little guy."

The barefoot woman, who was not as pretty as Su Daji, but still very beautiful, spoke. She looked down at the short Zhou Mu, who was only a hundred meters tall, and her voice was as loud as a bell:
"You are neither surprised nor afraid, and you are calm and composed. It's not an act. What's your confidence?"

Zhou Mu's eardrums were hurt by the loud sound. He rubbed his ears and raised his head and said:

"You won't kill me, so why should I be afraid?"

The barefoot woman was stunned for a moment, and then she was very interested:

"Well, that's true. What's your name, little one?"

"Zhou Mu."

On the side, the majestic and majestic Arhat with Buddha's light shining brightly was surprised:

"Not Yang?"

"I gave myself a given name and surname." Zhou Mu said slowly, but looked at Su Daji not far away: "Senior Su, we meet again."

The four mighty ones all side-glanced and stared as they left.

The beautiful woman frowned slightly, a sea of clouds floating and lingering in her hair. She looked at him elegantly and said calmly:

"One of my fragmented bodies saw this child not long ago."

The Rakshasa who was playing with hundreds of thousands of wronged souls asked:

"Isn't he the child of that True Lord?"

"Yes."

"Oh? Then you didn't hide him?"

Su Daji pondered for a moment, glanced at Zhou Mu, who seemed to be fearless for some reason, and sighed:

"I didn't believe it at first, but then this little guy destroyed my body and left me with only a ray of spiritual light. I could have taken him away quietly."

The four great powers were all stunned, somewhat puzzled. The split body was the means of splitting.

The differentiated body of the great power is at least comparable to the third level of the fairyland [Great Mysterious Immortal]
"You told us all this? What's the inside story?" Luosha asked curiously. Since this powerful human took the initiative to narrate this matter, there must be a reason.

Su Daji said calmly:

"Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun is from the Yuxu Palace lineage, you should know that?"

"Yes, it is said that he is the disciple of the Supreme One?"

"Well, and this little guy"

Su Daji stared at Zhou Mu, and then glanced at the Silver Horned Venerable who closed his eyes and did not hear anything, and said:
"This little fellow has met the master of Yuxu Palace before."

The Silver Horned Venerable suddenly opened his eyes, and the four great masters all changed their expressions and said:
"impossible!"

"Yes, I didn't believe it at first." Su Daji exhaled lightly, a trace of fear appeared on her face: "Until I searched his soul..."

She shuddered violently:

"Otherwise, how do you think my fragmented body was destroyed?"

The sea of clouds rolled and there was deathly silence.

"Yuxu."

Zhou Mu saw the tall man with the silver horns on his head whispering, and saw his eyes falling on him.

The tall man frowned, vaguely feeling that the echo from the Tushita Palace seemed a little louder?
He pursed his lips and asked:
"Have you ever met the master of Yuxu Palace?"

Zhou Mu looked calm:

"If you don't believe me, you can search my soul like this Senior Su did."

The tall man remained silent for a long time, as if in a trance.

Su Daji's eyebrows turned and she said with a smile:

"Senior, you are from Tushita Palace, so you seem to be from the same sect as Yuxu Palace, right? Can't you take care of this little fellow?"

The expressions of the four mighty ones changed slightly, and Zhou Mu widened his eyes.

where?

Tushita Palace?
He suddenly looked at the silver horn on the head of the great man, the Silver Horn King???

Zhou Mu's heart was beating fast and he wanted to take out the Tushita plaque, but he temporarily stopped the impulse.

Why does the Silver Horn King, Laojun's boy, appear here?
It looks like he has become a monster again?

What will happen if I reveal the plaque, good or bad?
Will the Silver Horn King do his best to protect himself, or will he use himself as an example?
Zhou Mu's mind was in a thousand twists and turns. He had a way to escape, but he had to take advantage of the moment when these powerful men were least prepared.

And if there is a powerful being who focuses all his attention on me, can I still escape?

Hard to say.

Zhou Mu quickly weighed the pros and cons, narrowed his eyes slightly, and planned to wait and see for a while.

at the same time.

Under the solemn gazes of the four great and powerful beings, the Silver Horned Venerable fell into deep thought, closing his eyes and remaining silent.

The barefoot woman couldn't help but say:

"Senior, you now represent the Southern Demon Dynasty."

Yinjiao ignored her, closed his eyes for a while, and looked up at Zhou Mu:
"I want this person."

The four powerful men changed their expressions, Su Daji smiled and watched quietly.

Silver Horn continued:
"I will bring him back to the Southern Dynasty Imperial City."

"Senior, this doesn't seem good, right?"

The barefoot woman smiled but her heart was not smiling, her eyes were cold and frosty:

"We are here as a result of negotiations among all parties. The secrets, treasures and even the ancient demon saint in this border town, all belong to us five parties."

She glanced at Su Daji and changed her words:
"It belongs to all six of us."

“Whether it’s Roaring Sky Dog or the Ancient Dragon King below.” Silver Horn said calmly, “I don’t care and won’t get involved, but I want this little guy.”

The atmosphere was tense for a moment. Zhou Mu listened quietly and did not get angry because he was being discussed as if he were a commodity.
He thought to himself that Yinsu Daji should belong to the Five Kings City, and that powerful being with a ghostly aura should be from the [Underworld on Earth] that his master had mentioned.
The two great Buddhist masters naturally came from two Buddha mountains. The Silver Horn King belonged to the Southern Demon Dynasty, and the barefoot woman was naturally from the Northern Demon Dynasty.

Zhou Mu frowned as he had a rough idea of the identities of the powerful men.

Southern Demon Dynasty, Silver Horn.

Is this Silver Horn still thinking about Tushita Palace?
He continued to watch.

"The Buddha's mercy is now immeasurable." An Arhat chanted the Buddha's name and stared at the Silver Horned Venerable with narrowed eyes, showing no respect at all:

"Senior Yinjiao has made a good plan. This little guy is the son of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, and he is suspected to have personally seen an almighty being. He also holds countless decrees of the heavenly court, so he may know the whereabouts of the ancient heavenly court."

After a pause, his voice turned cold:
"And you just want it directly? If I agree, I'm afraid you may not agree; if we all agree, the demon dynasty and Buddhist temple behind us will never agree!"

The other three mighty men nodded and stood up. Their auras surged and the vast sea of clouds rolled endlessly.

The Silver Horned Reverend said calmly:

"You can't beat me."

"Maybe." The barefoot woman narrowed her eyes, stretched out her hand, and a ray of light instantly disappeared billions of miles away. The two great Buddhist figures and the Rakshasa Ghost King also did the same, as if they were sending a message.

After a while.

In Zhou Mu's shocked eyes, the entire sky was filled with extremely dazzling light.
He opened his eyes and looked.
All I saw were four huge edicts that stretched across hundreds of miles, floating up and down, with the same three words written on them. "Bring it back."

………………

"Your injuries are not serious."

Underground, a sealed trap is formed.

The old dog exhaled, pulled his hand away from Li Bai, and stared at him:
"Your clothes are dirty, your hair is withered, your armpits are sweaty, your body is smelly, and you are not happy with your throne. The five signs of decay have already appeared. This is a hopeless situation. It is too late to add years to your lifespan, unless you can obtain innate lifespan."

"I know." The old man smiled and nodded, and said with emotion: "We have been planning for a long time how to meet you, but we didn't expect that you would meet my disciple in this situation?"

The old dog nodded slightly:

"Very familiar."

As it spoke, it glanced at the other people, and its gaze paused for a moment on a girl who was looking around. It felt that she looked somewhat familiar.

At the same time, Hu Leying said with a trembling voice:
"Is Junior Brother okay now?"

Everyone fell silent. Lao Chu pursed his lips, Taibai closed his eyes, and the eldest sister sighed softly.

Even Yang Niannian, who was looking around, looked gloomy.

Wang Chonghe calculated and calculated, but could not figure it out. He said dejectedly:

"Alive."

“I just know that I’m alive.”

Seeing their appearance, the old dog smiled:
"Don't worry, Brother Zhou will be fine."

Brother Zhou? ?
Everyone was stunned. It seemed that Zhou Mu and this ancient demon saint were unusually familiar with each other.

The relationship seems to be very good.

Although Li Bai was surprised, he did not ask any questions. He just spoke quickly:
"Senior, what do you mean by this?"

The old dog pondered for a moment:

"He won't die."

"Or rather, they won't really die."

"Or"

The old dog patted the small temple made of earth and stone:

"I'm waiting for Brother Zhou to 'die'. According to what you said, the mighty ones in heaven have already set their sights on him, and death is his only way to escape."

Everyone was puzzled. Li Bai carefully looked at the tiny temple next to the old dog.
He was confused:

"This small temple seems to be a land temple?"

The old dog nodded and patted the small temple:

"Yes, the land temple."

"All the immortal officials have fallen, and the gods of the earth have disappeared. Why is there a land temple here?" Li Bai continued to ask,

The old dog smiled and did not answer. Then, in the blank eyes of the crowd,

This ancient demon saint prostrated himself in front of the land temple and kowtowed several times:
"May the Lord of the Land bless me with peace and a good harvest."

It contributed a weak incense power, and in the dry sand beside it, the precious medicine seeds that had been buried not long ago slowly sprouted, and the small land temple shook slightly, as if it was showing a miracle.

"what?"

Yang Niannian suddenly pointed at the small temple and said:

"Why does that little statue in the temple look so much like Xiaomu?"

Li Bai, Chu Ji and others stared at it and felt that the small clay statue in the temple looked more and more like Zhou Mu.

No, he looks more and more like Zhou Mu.

.....................

Above the sea of ​​clouds.

The four decrees each spanned hundreds of miles across the sky.
Coming through the air with the decree,
There is also a nine-story pagoda, a bowl emitting red light, a banner with the sinking and floating souls of the wronged, and a fiery flying knife.

In the nine-story pagoda, each floor is like a vast world, where thousands of Buddhists are chanting sutras, nine deceased Buddhas are sitting, and the alms bowl that envelops the world of dust has fallen into the hands of two great Buddhist masters.
The barefoot woman respectfully held the flying knife burning with the Sun's true fire.

The Rakshasa ghost king had beautiful eyes and held a banner beside him. Countless evil spirits were howling inside it.

Zhou Mu only took one look at the big banner and felt as if his soul had returned.

He was horrified to find that there were tens of thousands of evil spirits floating on the banner, each of them was terrifyingly powerful, far more powerful than himself.

In a trance, he saw towering passes, huge palaces, countless huge cities, and the Yellow Spring flowing slowly.
The four mighty ones held four great instruments of unknown grade that came with the will from all directions, and their auras surged.
The barefoot woman gently stroked the flying knife, the blazing Sun True Fire burning the vast sea of clouds, she said:
"Senior, can you still defeat us at this moment?"

Silver Horn Squint:

"Ancestral weapon."

Zhou Mu blinked. Ancestral weapon?
What level of stuff is this?

Venerable Silver Horn did not send a message to the imperial city of Southern Demon Dynasty like these powerful people did. He just exhaled a breath of fresh air and calmly admitted his defeat:
"I want to ask him three things."

The four powerful men holding the [Ancestor Weapons] felt relieved, looked at each other, and nodded:
"can."

The Silver Horned Venerable slowly turned his head, and the burning sea of clouds rolled violently with his movements.

He stared at the 'tiny' Zhou Mu who was only a hundred meters tall, and spoke calmly:
"Little guy, how did you meet the Lord of Yuxu Palace?"

Zhou Mu's mind was in a state of confusion. He didn't know why the Silver Horned Venerable had left the Tushita Palace and became a demon, and even served as a minister to a demon dynasty.
but
He sighed and replied:
"It was a dream I had when I was young. I saw a majestic Taoist palace, a three-eyed god, and a Taoist holding a jade ruyi."

The Silver Horned Reverend asked:
“Did He say anything?”

"He taught me a method and told me that he would take me to see the real Yuxu Palace in the future." Zhou Mu answered calmly.

All the great masters were horrified, and the Silver Horn Venerable was stunned. They asked again:

"What did I teach you?"

"Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills."

The four mighty ones were at a loss, while Venerable Silver Horn and Su Daji all changed their expressions.

Eight Nine Mysterious Skills? ?
Silver Horn observed Zhou Mu carefully, sensing that his strength was beyond that of an ordinary Nine Apertures True Person, and even close to the realm of immortality. He nodded slightly:

"You are obviously just a Qigong practitioner, but your physique is close to that of an immortal. Even with the blessing of this giant spirit's magical power, it is still quite good. It seems that there are also mysterious magic weapons attached to your body? Have you swallowed some magic weapons? So it seems that you are indeed practicing the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art."

As he spoke, Venerable Silver Horn took a deep breath:

"last question."

Zhou Mu stared at this majestic man and listened quietly.

The Silver Horned Reverend said:

"Did the person from Yuxu Palace ever mention Tushita Palace?"

His voice was trembling and shaking slightly, even though he knew that even if the little guy had really met the master Yuxu, that master would not have the leisure to mention the Tushita Palace or his own master.

But what if?
What if?
Yinjiao stared at Zhou Mu, who felt extremely stressed, had difficulty breathing, and his thoughts became slow, but he was also certain of one thing.

The Silver Horned King, or the Silver Horned King of the Tushita Palace.

Although I don't know why I became a vassal of the Southern Demon Dynasty, can I instigate a rebellion?
Have the opportunity.

There's a great chance.

Zhou Mu's thoughts turned over and over again, and a vague clue came into his mind that it seemed that he could not only get away.

After a long silence, I gazed at the rolling, burning sea of clouds.

He acted timidly, expectantly yet uncertainly.

Zhou Mu spoke intermittently:
"Tushita Palace"

"I just heard from Senior Su that you are from Tushita Palace?"

"Are you also from Tushita Palace?"

He asked this question like a child meeting a relative, and his voice was trembling.

(End of this chapter)