I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 271 My Master is the Prince of Heaven

Black bird?

Zhou Mu, who was immersed in his spiritual practice, seemed to have sensed something, but that was all.

Didn't pay attention.

I will go to my sister's place soon.

not for long.

As for what's going on here
Be it the old monk or the fierce tiger, they are not their own [cause and effect] - during these three months, while being refined in the Bagua furnace, the Supreme Senior helped Zhou Mu solve many of his doubts.

The most important one was Zhou Mu’s question.

"Senior, can I change history and save the Five Kings City?"

"Yes, but it's very difficult. There are tens of billions of living beings, many of whom are powerful and true kings. The cause and effect of this kind of reconstruction will cause a severe shock to the long river of time in a small area. The weight of the cause and effect is difficult for Daluo to bear."

"What if I reach Daluo?"

"It's even harder. The longer the time, the greater the changes caused by changing that period of history, and the heavier the cause and effect. Even if you are fast enough and become Daluo in tens of thousands of years, the impact of the changes in hundreds of billions of lives over tens of thousands of years, the cause and effect is not something you can bear."

"What about the Supreme?"

"It doesn't matter if the Supreme One tampered with the entire Epoch Times, but..."

The old man patted the Bagua stove and asked calmly:

"Do you think you can definitely attain the supreme truth?"

Zhou Mu, who was in the furnace, was silent for a very long time.

"It's not like there's nothing we can do."

The old man's voice is melodious:

"You can't bear the weight of cause and effect, so you can first purify your body, not be affected by cause and effect, and have no burden. In this way, after a few months, you will become an innate god and devil, and directly enter the realm of True King. If you can become a saint as soon as possible - within three to five years, the time span is very small, and you may be able to bear such a heavy cause and effect."

"Not being involved in karma, not having any responsibility? Senior, what should I do?"

"First of all, you must not steal anything like that again. You stole my treasure, you bastard, so how can the consequences be serious?"

The old man first blew his beard and glared, clapping his hands so hard that the Bagua stove banged, then he softened his tone and continued:

"The second thing is to [do nothing]."

Zhou Mu in the furnace was dizzy and dazed, grinning in shock:

"Wuwei?"

"Of course."

The old man's solemn voice was mixed with the screams of a cow:
"Past, present, and future, the moment of greatest cause and effect is [now]. I have been [the foundation of the present], and all the causes and effects of the present are imposed on me."

"At that time, I practiced inaction because I had to - inaction means not being affected by cause and effect. Otherwise, the heaviness of the present moment would have soiled the corners of my clothes, which would have been disgraceful."

As he spoke, the old man's voice became more solemn:
"To seek action through inaction is my true path. Year after year, I do nothing and am not affected by the cause and effect. When the time comes, I can do everything I can without any scruples, and the weight of cause and effect will not crush me."

Zhou Mu in the furnace seemed to be thinking about something.

"So, I have to do nothing first?"

"It's better to do nothing. It's too difficult for you to do nothing. But you can try to do less. In short."

The old man blew his beard and glared again.

"Don't be sneaky and mind your own business!"

Zhou Mu understood and tried to implement it.

He collected his thoughts and stopped reminiscing about the past. He calmed down again and focused on his practice, not caring about anything happening in the outside world.

Actually, to be honest, this monk, who was very kind, let me stay overnight, which was a small cause and effect.

But Zhou Mu would not let this small cause and effect interrupt his trend of breaking through - the first time he makes a strong effort, the second time it will weaken, and the third time it will be exhausted.

Only when one has broken through all the realms and become a powerful being can one repay the cause and effect.

All I can say is that the ferocious tiger came at a wrong time.

Zhou Mu's thoughts gradually faded. He no longer thought about external affairs. He concentrated wholeheartedly on his own body and the Eight-Nine Profound Art.

The door to the sixth level has been opened a little.

at the same time.

"Daci, why don't you say anything?"

The tiger's roar shook the area for hundreds of miles, the wind and sand stopped, the ferocious tiger was already outside the temple, the old horse pulling the cart neighed and retreated, hundreds of ghosts surrounded the entire Daci Temple!
The yin energy is like a tide.

Inside the temple.

A chill rushed to the back of Li Muyu and Li Du's heads. The former's face turned pale and he whispered:

"An unforeseen disaster."

She protected Li Du behind her, breathing rapidly - the ferocious tiger outside the temple had such a strong aura, it must be a demon fairy!
And with such a trend, it is very likely that he is not just a [Heavenly Immortal], but a [True Immortal] or even...
"Daxuan." Li Muyu murmured to himself, and the hand that was protecting Li Du trembled slightly.

"Mercy, mercy."

The old monk raised his eyes, his expression slightly gloomy:
"I am no match for King Kong, do you still have to pursue me like this?"

Li Muyu's pupils shrank slightly. The Vajra of Buddhism, that is, the human immortal of the human race and the demon immortal of the demon race, was at the third level of the fairyland. She originally thought that this wizard was only slightly stronger than herself and was still in the heavenly realm.

"Daci, why do you ask when you already know the answer?"

The fierce tiger outside the temple spoke calmly:
"Lord Xuanniao broke through the Nine Netherworlds and came to the mortal world. He took a short rest, and eight hundred Buddhas escaped on his back. You Buddhists who took advantage of the chaos to escape, more than 100,000."

After a pause, it continued to speak, its voice carrying a chilling chill:

"It would be fine if he just ran away, but he insisted on stealing the Soul Crossing Sutra. You are really brave."

The two members of the Li family and Lu Qianqian in the temple were trembling with fear and looked confused. Black Bird? Nine Netherworld? Soul Crossing Sutra?
I don't understand. I can't understand.

The old monk looked even more gloomy:

"How could I, a Vajra, steal such a treasure? Why don't you go find the eight hundred Buddhas instead of me?"

"That's the truth." The fierce tiger outside the temple said jokingly:
"So I am the only one here, right? After I catch you, I can chase a few others back and get a lot of merits. Maybe it will be enough for me to prove my power!"

As he was speaking, the ferocious tiger outside the temple transformed into a young monk with skull beads hanging around his neck. He walked into the temple leisurely amid the roars of hundreds of ghosts.

‘Tuk, Tuk, Tuk’

He took one step after another, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the temple like the knocking of a wooden fish.

The young monk was in high spirits. As he walked, he scanned the interior of the small temple. His eyes swept over Li Muyu and Li Du.

He then passed by Lu Qianqian, who had a heavy expression, and finally paused at the young man who was sitting cross-legged and looked sick.

"Ok?"

The little monk frowned and became a little alert.

It's not that I noticed how extraordinary the young man was. He looked and felt just like an ordinary person.
In this situation, you are still so calm, with your eyes closed and not moving a single muscle?
The young monk thought for a moment, and the murderous aura on his body suddenly subsided - the world is too big, and there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers, so it is better not to create trouble.

Especially in an isolated temple like this in the desert, who knows what kind of creatures you might encounter along the way?
In addition, there is the old horse transformed from a demon fairy outside the temple, and this maid at the heavenly level.
The little monk spoke, even lowering his voice, and said lightly:
"Daci, let's go. Don't make a scene. Your temple is well built. I don't want to destroy it for nothing, nor do I want to hurt innocent people."

Li Muyu in the corner felt a little relieved and took a breath, as if he was feeling fortunate.

The old monk was still sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, which was obscured by the prayer flags and whose entire appearance could not be seen.

He said:

"What if I don't want to?"

The little monk transformed from a fierce tiger smiled:
"Then I will smash your body into pieces and turn it into my ghost to take back with me. It will be the same."

The old monk lowered his eyelids and sighed:
"I have also practiced the Vajra Eyes Technique. If we really fight, you may not be able to escape unscathed."

"Ah."

The young monk smiled, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes. He was about to attack, but after thinking it over, he restrained himself, turned around and looked at the young man who was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

He bowed slightly and then bowed to Lu Qianqian, Li Muyu and Li Du, then he spoke politely:
"Everyone, I am cleaning up the house for you. I hope you can forgive me for disturbing me. I will present you with an apology gift after I am done."

Although he bowed to all four people, the young monk's gaze remained on the young man - he was really too cautious.

The young man still sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, breathing steadily, and did not respond.

Instead, the maid beside her bravely spoke:
"Two seniors, please be at your own pace. My master is in poor health and is recovering from an illness. He may have difficulty speaking."

"Buddha has mercy on me." The young monk restrained his evil spirit and looked kind. Even the ghosts outside the temple stopped howling.

Only then did he turn around and look at the old monk:

"Daci, if you don't accept my toast, I'll drink the wine for you."

The young monk strode forward, ready to attack with the force of thunder!
He lightly swept his palm away, gathering the vast might, the power of heaven and earth, etc., all in one palm.
One could only see a few wisps of rippling rays of light, but no terrifying and fierce momentum, let alone any aftermath of destroying the world.

Master Daci had a sad face and sighed softly. He stretched out his old hand and took the hand from the young monk.

'Boom! '

The temple was shaken by the muffled sound - it was already very restrained, this sound should have destroyed the entire area.

The old monk seemed to be thinking about something, and he contained all his might in a small space, and started to fight with the young monk. It was like a fight between two powerful warriors.
But Li Muyu could clearly sense the danger.

She swallowed her saliva and pulled Li Du back a step, knowing that if her cultivation level, which was at the second level of the Heaven Realm, was touched by that fist wind, she would be annihilated instantly!

"Daci, has your cultivation improved?"

The young monk frowned slightly, and made a gesture of holding a vase with his palms, with a mighty force, and with a heavy blow of the chisel, his means could have sunk a long mountain range, but it looked light and airy, without any miracle.

The old monk blocked the attack, coughed up blood, stepped back, sighed again, and looked even more worried.

"Why do you force me? Why do you force me?"

He fell down in front of the Buddha statue, his body cracked, revealing the golden flesh under his skin, glowing with light!

"You still have time to retreat now."

The old monk said this with a bitter face.

"Daci, are you still playing tricks?" The little monk snorted coldly, his breath was like thunder, and he moved a cloud of water vapor as if he was moving the sea.
This ball of water vapor, as big as an adult's embrace, is heavier than a lake or sea ten thousand miles long!
The little monk is serious now.

"Why are you forcing me?"

The old monk murmured again, sat cross-legged, suddenly put his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name loudly!
"Buddha has mercy on me!"

The wind blew up the prayer flags behind the old monk, revealing the Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue looks like him, holding a thin book in his hand. The book is glowing, and seems to be accompanied by the faint sound of chanting scriptures.

"Ksitigarbha Soul-Saving Sutra!!"

The little monk's scalp tingled:
"You really stole it?!"

He was horrified and turned to flee, but he heard the old monk chanting the Buddha's name again:

"Buddha has mercy on me!"

"Now that you are here, don't leave. Let's stay with this Ten Thousand Miles Flowing Sand Region and perish together."

The roof of the Daci Temple was torn into pieces, and the Buddha statue that looked like the old monk opened his eyes. The Ksitigarbha Soul-Saving Sutra in his hand glowed, and the Buddha's body was reflected thousands of miles away in the sky!

"Tiger, all the living beings in this vast land will die because of you. Your sins are heinous."

The old monk sighed at the young monk who was captured by the Buddha's light, saying that his treasure had been exposed and he must not be allowed to live within ten thousand miles, as this was to silence him.

He nodded to Li Muyu, Li Du and the two servants who were trembling beside him, with a bitter look on his face:
"All of you donors have suffered this unprovoked disaster. I will certainly recite the Sutra of Rebirth for you, so that you can be reborn into the heavenly realm in the next life."

"Feel sorry."

The Buddha statue that stretches across the vast sky lowers its head, and streams of light fall like a waterfall. The entire Quicksand Region will be sunk!
"It's over."

Li Muyu stared up at the sky blankly, sighed softly, and was completely desperate. She only had time to turn around and hold Li Du in her arms.
Lu Qianqian, who was two meters away, turned pale under the Buddha's light and shouted loudly:
"My master is the new Lord of the City of Salvation, the God of Heaven who was conferred upon him by the Southern Emperor during a grand ceremony!"

The waterfall-like Buddha light suddenly condensed, and the young man sat cross-legged under the pillar, still with his eyes closed, resting his mind.

The big fat pigeon in his sleeve was awakened, and it stuck its head out drowsily, looking around curiously.

(End of this chapter)