I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 172: Evil Village, Old Dragon Arrives
Two energies, two living beings.

One was the old man, and the other was a sudden appearance of aura - and he was completely unable to sense how the owner of that aura appeared, as if he had appeared out of thin air! !
Sure enough there is a problem.

Luo Shuangyu frowned and squinted her eyes, but she didn't use her spiritual power to check.

It was determined that there was something wrong with the old man, most likely he had some cultivation experience. Probing with his divine sense like this would be tantamount to a provocation.

"Let's wait and see," she muttered to herself with a frown, and tried to listen, but found that she could not hear anything.

Luo Shuangyu's heart sank. There was indeed a cultivator, but she didn't know what level he was at. This exquisite method of concealing one's breath and keeping quiet was beyond her imagination.
The realm of Qi, or the realm of longevity?

Could it be the heavenly realm?

She pursed her lips.

at this time.

next door.

"Am I not in the desert?"

Zhou Mu opened his eyes and stood up, frowning slightly. The porcelain doll beside him that fell out of the black gold bronze order looked around curiously.

"Could it be that someone picked me up?"

Zhou Mu glanced at the luggage beside him, thoughtfully.

"Brother." Nezha said, "Where is this place?"

"I don't know either." Zhou Mu smiled bitterly and called out according to the agreed name: "Third kid, don't you have any cultivation at all now?"

That’s right, Nezha asked Zhou Mu to call him Sanwaizi - it was impossible for him to call him Nezha openly.

Normally, not many people or monsters know about Nezha the Third Prince, but what if
It’s better to be safe.

The porcelain doll smiled bitterly:
"Brother Dao, in the final analysis, I am still a dead thing now, without even a soul. I am just a little bit of remnant thoughts that Laojun helped me gather. Where does my cultivation come from?"

After a pause, he turned and said:

"But speaking of it, although I have no cultivation, my true spirit, soul, and foundation have not yet been reunited, but..."

The porcelain doll flexed her fingers, flicked her arms lightly, and said with a smile:
"After all, this is the body that Laojun built for me. Even if it is only used temporarily, it is indestructible and has infinite strength. I guess..."

After thinking for a moment, he continued:

"I guess it's pretty easy to kill the Heavenly Soldiers with pure force, and I can also use some magical powers that don't involve mana cultivation."

Hearing this, Zhou Mu was relieved that it would be good if Nezha had the ability to protect himself.

He didn't use his spiritual power to investigate, but just walked straight to the window, opened it, and looked outside.

There was a lot of noise, passers-by coming and going, and vendors shouting.

"A village? It's so prosperous?"

Zhou Mu frowned, vaguely feeling that something was wrong - he couldn't put his finger on it, but this village gave him a very evil feeling.

He stuck his head out of the window, looked out quietly, and then glanced sideways as if he realized something.

The occupant of the next door house was also sticking his head out of the window. He glanced sideways and nodded politely at Zhou Mu.

"Is the old man awake?" the woman asked as she looked at the old man's face, which looked very scholarly - could he be a rare Confucian or Taoist monk?

As for Zhou Mu, he was stunned for a moment, feeling extremely shocked.

Cold girl? ?

He heard a noise coming from the next room, and an extremely familiar voice was heard.

"Big sister, the store owner said they have no more beddings. I think I'm almost at the Qi state, so it doesn't matter if I have beddings or not. I'll just sleep on the dry floor!"

This sound.
Zhou Mu paused, his mind in a trance. The calm state of mind he had developed over the past ninety years was actually slightly disturbed at this moment.

It’s Xiao Wu.

Is he still alive?

He is still alive.

Zhou Mu didn't think about how Xiao Wu stayed with the cold-faced girl, nor did he think about how Xiao Wu survived the sudden incident in Quanjue City.
He had only one thought.

Oops!
He cursed the Emperor of Heaven in front of Xiao Wu's face and lit the incense! !

Zhou Mu was slightly speechless, but his mood was very different. He soon calmed down and smiled:

"I guess it was you, the young lady, who picked me up from the desert, right?"

Luo Shuangyu narrowed her eyes slightly. This old man looked like an ordinary old man. Was it because he was too good at restraining himself, or was it because of his good moral character?

Confucianism cultivates virtue without the power of law or the strength of body.

This man looks very scholarly and has an aura of great virtue. Could he really be a great scholar who cultivates virtues?
She smiled stiffly:
"It's not me, it's a guide."

After a pause,
Luo Shuangyu nodded and said:

"Junior Luo Shuangyu."

She saw the virtuous old man who looked like a great scholar and said calmly:
"Old Man"

Zhou Mu changed his mind and finally made up his mind.

"This old man is Zhou Er."

[Laozi], surnamed Li, given name Er. Even though Zhou Mu changed his name to Laozi, he was unwilling to change his surname.

Even if he was called Zhou Er, that would be fine as Lao Tzu was originally from the ancient Zhou Dynasty.

Luo Shuangyu nodded politely:

"It turned out to be Senior Zhou."

Her eyes were slightly deep, and she quietly used the method of looking at qi, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

In his eyes, the old man was filled with the aura of a saint, and his virtues were so profound that they almost formed a sea of clouds behind his head! !

Such profound virtue is probably comparable to the realm of immortality, right?

It seems that he is truly a great scholar.

Luo Shuangyu was certain that Confucian scholars cultivated moral character, were not good at killing, and seldom killed, and usually had kind hearts.

She looked at Zhou Mu deeply, apologized, and then retracted her head into the window.

Zhou Mu did the same and let out a light breath.

The porcelain doll came over and tilted her head slightly:

"Brother Dao, something seems to be wrong with this village."

Zhou Mu calmed down and said:

"Sanwazi, you also noticed it? Do you know what it is exactly?"

Although he called him "Third Kid", Zhou Mu knew that he had no cultivation now, but he dared not neglect him - after all, he was a Daluo!
Daluo, who had already shined at the beginning of the era, was many times better than himself in terms of knowledge and everything else.

The porcelain doll shook her head at this time:

"I can't explain it. After all, I am a dead thing, without any magical power. I can't find any details after investigation. I just feel waves of evil. But for me and my Taoist brother, there is no need to worry too much."

Zhou Mu seemed to be thinking about something.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a medicine bag in both hands walked in, and was stunned for a moment:
"Old man, are you awake? I just bought some medicine to treat coma and stupor. Who is this?"

The guide looked at the porcelain doll in confusion. Where did it come from?

He saw the old man with a scholarly air and said with a smile:

"You saved my life? This is what I found."

Zhou Mu and Nezha looked at each other and smiled:

"I'm looking for my friend, but I want to thank you for saving my life."

"What are you talking about, old man?"

The middle-aged man was surprised. How could a little kid of six or seven years old be friends with an old man in his seventies or eighties?

He was too lazy to think about it and went out with the medicine bag:

"I'll ask the servant to bring up some tea and snacks, and return the medicine package. Now that the old man has woken up, there's no need to keep the medicine package. It's a waste of money!"

Zhou Mu responded with a smile, and then his expression returned to calm as he watched the middle-aged man leave.

he asked:
"Good guy?"

The porcelain doll shook her head:
"I don't know, what do you think, Brother Dao?"

Zhou Mu pondered for a moment and said:

"There is nothing unusual in my perception, but I always feel uncomfortable, as if..."

He pointed to the sky outside the window:

"It was as if the sky, the earth, and nature were warning and reminding me, and I felt uneasy."

The porcelain doll thought for a moment, then suddenly said:
"Maybe it's the virtue you just gained. A person who cultivates virtue may not have the power of magic or a strong body, but he has virtue that makes the world love him. A person with profound virtue can make a word a law for the world, and even rewrite the fundamental rules of the world."

He narrowed his eyes:
“Although your moral character is still shallow now, it is only compared with the [great sage], [great virtue] and [Confucian saint]. It is normal for heaven and earth to give you some advice.” The great sage, great virtue and Confucian saint respectively correspond to the mighty one who practices magical powers, the true king and the sacred - they are already the top figures in the world.

Zhou Mu was thoughtful:
"This is quite interesting. It's a good opportunity to meet some old friends. I'll go visit them first."

"I'll follow you." The porcelain doll smiled. "For a long time, I will follow you. It's also great to get to know your friends."

"Yes, but now my friend and I cannot recognize each other."

Zhou Mu smiled bitterly, opened the door, walked to the next room and knocked gently.

'Tuk-tuk-tuk! '

Soon, the door opened and a young man came in, looking confused.

Chu Yaowu.

Zhou Mu was slightly distracted. The word "Xiao Wu" came to his throat and lips, but he swallowed it back and just smiled and said:
"I just came to visit one or two girls from the Luo family."

Chu Yaowu heard the conversation between the two and immediately invited Zhou Mu and the porcelain doll to enter the house.
At first glance, I saw the cold-faced girl sitting in front of the eight-immortal table, pouring tea.

"The old gentleman is here? Please take a seat."

She looked at the cute and adorable porcelain doll, a hint of inquiry flashed in her eyes, and then she said calmly:

"I wonder what the old gentleman wants to visit you for?"

Zhou Mu looked at the copper bell on Chu Yaowu's waist, then looked at the golden bell hanging on the cold-faced girl, and was a little surprised.

The Buzhou Golden Bell represents the three gates of immortality.

How did this cold-faced girl advance so quickly? This doesn't make sense. How did Xiao Wu fail to advance well?

Where is Ling girl?

Zhou Mu felt a little depressed, and sat down with the porcelain doll, saying calmly:
"Miss Luo turned out to be an inconsiderate person?"

Luo Shuangyu was not surprised and nodded:

"Where is the old gentleman? I see that he has profound virtues, like a sea of clouds. He must be a great scholar, right?"

"Barely."

Zhou Mu and Porcelain Doll took the tea handed over by Lengmian Niu respectively.
He picked it up, took a sip, and the aroma of tea filled the air.

Put down the tea cup.

"I, Miss Luo, and this young man can get straight to the point."

Zhou Mudao:
"This village is not normal. It seems to be evil. Why don't you two leave the village as soon as possible?"

Chu Yaowu was shocked. Although he didn't know who this old man was, nor what a great scholar was, he felt that the eldest sister treated him so cautiously and was aware of her shortcomings, so she was naturally very concerned. Could there really be something evil in this village?
Luo Shuangyu also frowned:
"To be honest, sir, we also feel that something is wrong with Hutou Village, but unfortunately, it is cold here at night, and it is almost dusk now, so we can't hurry on."

She shook her head and pointed at Chu Yaowu:
"I am not afraid of the cold evil, but my friend and other friends cannot bear it. If we flee with great fanfare, we are afraid that we will be noticed by the demon city thousands of miles away, so we have no choice but to spend the night here."

Zhou Mu nodded amiably, glanced sideways, stared at Chu Yaowu, and said with a smile:

"I wonder who this little brother is?"

"Chu Yaowu, nice to meet you, Senior Zhou." Chu Yaowu hurriedly bowed.

"Chu Yaowu, what a nice name, and he is handsome. I wonder if you are married, Mr. Chu?"

Chu Yaowu and Luo Shuangyu were both a little surprised. How could this old senior suddenly change his tone?
The former hurriedly said:
"Yes, we got married this year!"

Zhou Mu felt relieved, it seemed that Ling girl was also fine.

He joked:

"Oh? You just left for the wedding, why didn't you take your wife with you?"

Chu Yaowu was silent, looking slightly depressed. Zhou Mu noticed something was wrong and frowned.

What's going on?

Instead, it was Luo Shuangyu who was standing beside him who spoke up:
"Old sir, the situation of my friend's wife is complicated and involves some secrets. I hope you can help me..."

Zhou Mu waved his hand:

"I understand. I won't ask. I won't ask."

He sipped his tea and chatted. After learning that the group was also going to Xiaoshishan Town, a smile appeared on his face:

"What a coincidence! I am also going to Xiaoshishan Town. I'm afraid that my route and destination are the same as mine, Luo Xiaoyou. It's the hidden city next to the town, right?"

Seeing that Zhou Mu knew about the Hidden City, Luo Shuangyu's mind was completely settled - this was a real secret, even if it was not Zhou, under the Golden Bell, he didn't know much.

It seems that this unknown Confucian old man will not have any conflicts with them, and they can even take care of each other on the road.

Confucian scholars are not good at killing. This person's virtue may be equivalent to that of a cultivator in the realm of immortality, but he is unlikely to be able to defeat a thousand-year-old person.
However, even so, he can still be considered a half-immortal cultivator, or at least more powerful than an ordinary immortal.

After narrating for a while, Zhou Mu said goodbye with a smile, taking the porcelain doll with him, and returned to the next room. After closing the door, his expression became gloomy.

"Did something happen to Hua Ling?"

Thinking of Xiao Wu's previous expression, Zhou Mu frowned and pondered for a long time, without wasting time.
Seeing that the middle-aged man had not returned, he simply asked the porcelain doll for advice on cultivation.

After all, this is Nezha the Third Prince, the [Great God of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly], a true great immortal official!

As for Nezha, no matter how rebellious he was, he restrained himself at this moment. He was happy to make friends with Brother Zhou, who had a close relationship with the Three Pure Ones, so he naturally began to explain cultivation and supernatural powers in detail.

Zhou Mu gradually immersed himself in it.

………………

Pharmacy.

The middle-aged man handed the medicine bag to the shopkeeper and said calmly:
"Now that the old man with deep virtue has woken up, it's not convenient to feed him this Yin food."

After a pause, he continued:

"I think the old guy's moral character is roughly equivalent to that of an immortal, and that little girl is also in the immortal realm, right?"

The owner of the pharmacy smiled stiffly and said hesitantly:
"At midnight, this place will turn into a small underworld, and you and I will become fierce ghosts. The master will also wake up. What is the point of being in the realm of immortality?"

"Even if a celestial being comes, what kind of storm can it cause?"

The two looked at each other, laughed together, rubbed their bellies and licked their lips.

“So many strangers.”

"I hope to have a prosperous new year!"

The shop assistants in the pharmacy, the vendors on the street outside the pharmacy, the shop owners and servants, and even the villagers in the south, west and north of the village.

They all licked their lips, rubbed their bellies, and then smiled and said:

"This year, I'm sure I'll have a prosperous new year!"

………………

Time passed and dusk arrived.

Village entrance.

"Cough cough."

An old man was staggering, his face pale as gold paper, obviously seriously injured.

"A human village?"

The old man gasped, wanting to swallow the village in one gulp to replenish his body, but suddenly he felt a warning sign in his heart.

"Something weird."

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, looking a little solemn. Is there someone in the village who is in the heavenly realm?

My current condition is not suitable for fighting.

The old man stroked his chest and then his neck, and the scales that had appeared on his neck shrank back again.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction he came from, with fear and terror in his eyes.

"The Buddha is dead, your majesty's shadow has dissipated, and the Heavenly King is half dead. The 8,000-mile Flaming Mountain has fallen from the sky."

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood foam. Having been the lord of Tianjiao City for so many years, he was familiar with the surrounding areas within a million miles.

Knowing that there would be a very cold weather here at night, and also feeling that the village was strange, he did not dare to go in, so he simply disguised himself as an ordinary person and entered the village with difficulty.

Following the bustling voices, I arrived at the east of the village, randomly found an inn, and walked in slowly.

"Stay in a hotel." Lao Jiao shouted weakly.

"Guest, please go upstairs!"

The shopkeeper was in high spirits, and a servant came to greet him. At the same time, another guest was seen coming down from upstairs.

"Boss, are there really no beddings left?" Chu Yaowu asked.

"No, no!" The shopkeeper scratched his head: "The customers have seen it too, business is so good today, we really don't have any extra quilts."

"Forget it then." Chu Yaowu sighed and was about to go upstairs, but he caught a glimpse of the old man who had just stayed at the hotel and seemed to have been seriously injured.

The old man transformed by the old dragon stared at Chu Yaowu with a horrified expression, as if he had seen a ghost.

(End of this chapter)