N-M Chapter 105 Sacred Relic
Chapter 105 Sacred Relic
"Knock knock knock".
A knock came from outside the courtyard gate.
"Amitabha Buddha, this humble nun is passing by and is somewhat thirsty. I would like to ask for a cup of water. Please grant me this request."
Xia Xue, who had vanished into thin air, looked in the direction of the sound.
There stood an elderly nun, around fifty or sixty years old, looking travel-worn, with a cracked mouth, holding a copper bowl. Her aura was steady, and there were faint fluctuations of spiritual energy around her.
"A Xuan Shi?"
A Xuan Master who was seriously injured, and a Xuan Warrior in his prime.
"Perhaps, we can give it a try."
Xia Xue stood suspended in mid-air, waiting for events to unfold.
The Gu Master, disguised as a five- or six-year-old girl, stared at the courtyard gate with a sinister gaze.
"Bald monk?"
She didn't believe such a coincidence could exist in the world.
"As expected, my calamity isfalling you lot who love to take advantage of others' misfortunes."
Upon hearing this, Xia Xue's heart stirred.
"It turns out that even within the Xuanxiu (mystical cultivation) world, Buddhism has a bad reputation."
Without the slightest hesitation, the Gu Master immediately commanded the human-faced spider to transform into a black gust of wind, directly breaking through the courtyard gate and rushing towards the old nun standing outside.
"Amitabha!"
Seeing this, the old nun showed no panic. Holding the alms bowl in one hand and raising the other to her chest, she calmly uttered a Buddhist chant.
"You're being too attached to appearances. With the greater good at hand, you're simply acting in accordance with the situation. How can you claim it's taking advantage of someone's misfortune?"
As she spoke, a burst of golden light erupted in front of her, enveloping the human-faced spider, and she vanished from their sight in the blink of an eye.
Xia Xue narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Is that bronze bowl a spatial magic treasure?"
The Gu Master's expression changed slightly upon seeing this.
"A mysterious spiritual treasure? I didn't expect you, old bald monk, to possess one? Did you not obtain it from some destined person?"
The old nun remained calm and continued chanting the Buddha's name.
"You are attached to appearances. The Xuanji Lingbao is inherently spiritual. If used correctly, it will connect with the heavens and earth; if used incorrectly, it will cause conflict between the heavens and earth. You are deluded by greed, anger, and ignorance, and have lost your true self. If you return to the temple with me and burn incense and recite scriptures before the Buddha every day, you may be able to cleanse your sins and regain your true nature."
The Gu Master sneered.
"So you were trying to convert me? Do you even know who I am? How dare you harbor such delusional thoughts?"
The old nun remained calm, her eyes half-closed, chanting Buddhist prayers: "Amitabha, benefactor, your original identity was merely an illusion. Once you see through it, it's all like a dream, a bubble, not worth mentioning. Why cling to it, benefactor?"
The Gu Master sneered.
"I am the previous Holy Maiden of the Witchcraft lineage, are you sure you still want to convert me?"
The old nun's eyes changed slightly, but she still calmly uttered a Buddhist chant.
"Amitabha! I never imagined that the lineage of witchcraft, which was expelled from the Dragon Kingdom more than two thousand years ago, could once again set foot on the Central Plains. Could it be that the Emperor's ban from back then has been lifted? This humble nun was unaware of such a momentous event. Please enlighten this humble nun."
The Gu Master's face turned ashen, and he shouted, "You shameless old bald monk, how dare you go and speak against the taboos of my Gu lineage? Aren't you afraid of our retaliation?"
The nun squinted and chanted the Buddhist prayer once more.
"Amitabha, benefactor, your proud identity was already destroyed before you infiltrated the Dragon Kingdom, wasn't it? A bounty was even issued to completely sever ties."
The old nun continued calmly, "In order to sever your last connection, they even destroyed your cultivation. Your current cultivation level was restored after you infiltrated the Dragon Kingdom, right?"
The old nun shook her head and sighed.
"Since being banned by the Human Emperor, the lineage of witchcraft has degenerated into a heretical sect, no longer as dignified as it was in the ancient orthodox era. It is now only left with some lowly and despicable tricks, which are not worth mentioning in the face of righteous cultivators like us."
The Gu Master sneered.
"You remaining cultivators, how much better are you? Don't forget, every dynasty has severed a dragon vein once. With each severed dragon vein, your lineage weakens. Every dynasty has also banned a number of lineages, forcing you to constantly subdivide your lineages."
The Gu Master's mocking expression deepened.
"Especially under the current regime, all kinds of demons and monsters are strictly prohibited. Although you haven't been specifically targeted, you've still been affected. These past few years haven't been easy for you either, have they?"
The old nun calmed her breathing and chanted a Buddhist prayer.
"Benefactor, you are attached to appearances. All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows. You are too attached and have lost your true nature. It seems that reasoning with you is futile. Let this old nun suppress you before the Buddha and have you chant scriptures and repent every day."
As she spoke, the old nun's bronze bowl emitted a golden light, which shot towards the Gu Master.
The Gu Master chuckled.
"All this talk is just to build up strength for one last strike. Why bother with such high-sounding rhetoric? You bald monks are still so hypocritical."
As she spoke, the Gu Master flipped her right hand, and a black pottery jar floated in her palm.
"Do you think you're the only one with this mysterious magical treasure?"
Old Ni's expression finally changed.
"The Gu altar? The Gu lineage has actually invested so much, entrusting you with the last remaining sacred artifact of the Gu lineage."
The Gu Master chuckled smugly, "This treasure is destined for me; it's deeply bound to my soul. You can't take it even if you try. And if you kill me, the sacred object will naturally return to the sacred land. Since it's foolproof, why can't I take the sacred object into the Central Plains?"
The old nun's previous composure vanished, replaced by a hint of worry in his expression.
As expected, the golden light was blocked by the black light emitted from the Gu altar and was completely consumed in the blink of an eye.
On the contrary, there is still a lot of black light.
The Gu Master sneered.
"Old bald monk, this time it's my turn."
Just as the Gu Master was about to retaliate, and the old nun was also prepared to respond, a jade hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and gently stroked the Gu altar. The infallible sacred object disappeared before everyone's eyes.
The Gu Master's expression changed.
"Impossible, this is impossible! How could a sacred relic so deeply bound to my soul..."
Old Ni was also dumbfounded at this moment.
I don't know what exactly happened.
"Item highly compatible with Gu techniques detected. Treasure chest synthesis in progress..."
Xia Xue returned to her original position, remaining in a state of invisibility, and looked at the system interface in front of her with satisfaction.
"So, this thing has a special name: Mysterious Treasure."
Xuanji Lingbao—she felt like she'd heard that name somewhere before.
By the way, in tracing the origins of paper craftsmen.
He seems to refer to the Crimson Lotus Space as a mysterious spiritual treasure.
Xia Xue shook her head.
"Is it that the paper craftsman is ignorant and misjudged the situation, or does the Crimson Lotus Space hold secrets I am unaware of?"
The Gu Master finally realized what was happening.
His face changed, and he looked around in panic, like a frightened bird.
"It was you, the mysterious one who destroyed our Netherfire!"
In her mind, only this person possessed the ability to silently take away the mysterious spiritual treasure.
Unexpectedly, not only could the mysterious magical treasures bound by contracts be stolen, but even the magical treasures bound by soul recognition could be stolen.
"I've already died once, isn't that enough? Do you really want to wipe us all out?"