You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 32: Merit Relics

Zuo Chen came to the dead bear and looked at it with his eyes downcast.

The bear was not big, only about 1.8 meters tall when standing up. It was thin, with a short nose and arms hanging down. For a moment, it was a little hard to tell whether it was a bear or a human.

"Master, could this bear be the transformed monk?"

Caiyi also came to the side of the black bear, broke off a small wooden stick from the ground nearby, and started poking and tapping the dead bear.

She couldn't stop looking at the bear's paw.

"There is too much fierce and terrifying Qi on this bear paw. Eating it will damage your cultivation. It is better to burn it with fire."

"Eh……"

There was a hint of loss in Caiyi's voice.

Zuo Chen held his forehead:

"Bear gall is fine. I'll try to take it out later and get a pot of wine to soak it in when I get back to the village."

A naive and silly smile immediately appeared on Caiyi's face, and saliva started to flow from her mouth.

Ignoring the greedy cat who was playing tricks next to him, Zuo Chen first grabbed the robe with one hand and pulled it off.

When it fell into his hands, Zuo Chen realized that this cassock was not made of silk, but a tattered garment sewn together with dense patches.

It can't stand prosperity, but it only has thickness, which can be used to shelter from wind and rain.

Zuo Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he realized that the aura of merit on the robe was embroidered between the pieces of cloth and with every stitch.

There is nothing special about the material of the cassock, it is just an ordinary object. If you put this thing in the hands of a rural ruffian and kick it hard, the whole cassock will be broken into strips of cloth on the ground, and all the magic power will be lost.

However, it is this thing that can neutralize 50% of Zuo Chen's Thunder Palm.

What about the remaining 49% that comes from the wild bear’s body?

Squatting beside the bear's corpse, placing his hands on its abdomen, Zuo Chen inserted his Qi into the bear's body.

The bear's abdomen automatically split into two, and a cave of wild flowers that had grown out of it broke out from the bear's stomach, like a boy offering treasure, and a bear gall was taken out from the bear's stomach.

as well as,

A golden elixir!
Zuo Chen was shocked when he saw the golden elixir, but he immediately realized that this was not a demon elixir cultivated by a monster, nor was it a golden elixir of a cultivator filled with innate spiritual energy.

This thing is filled with the aura of merit, but contains no innate magic. Compared with the things of cultivators, it seems more like it was burned by incense.

He wrapped the bear gall in oilcloth and threw it to Caiyi, while Zuo Chen picked up the round, golden little ball and studied it carefully in his hand.

After looking through it for a long time without being able to figure out what it was, Zuo Chen simply injected a weak amount of Qi into it, intending to try out its effect.

As his Qi moved, Zuo Chen suddenly found that the golden pill in his hand was shining brightly, and the sound of Buddhist chanting surged in all directions.

Like a pillar of light reaching the sky

This is?

It was not until this moment that Zuo Chen recognized what was in his hand.

This is a relic!

No wonder the power of his thunder magic was reduced so much. The relic formed by pure merit without any Taoism is a rare treasure. Carrying it on the body can ward off evil and disasters. The thunder magic that is in charge of punishing disasters is not enough to strike people with great fortune and wealth, let alone this kind of relic.

But where did this bear get the relics?
Zuo Chen immediately turned his gaze to the bear’s belly.

Sure enough, he saw only half of the skeleton left.

It was not until this moment that Zuo Chen finally figured out what was going on. The person who went to Wangjia Village before was probably indeed a great monk.

It's not that one's attainments in Taoism are high, but that one's moral character and virtues are high, as high as a mountain, high enough to produce relics.

After he finished the ritual, he didn't know what to do on the mountain, and ended up encountering a vicious bear.

The hundred-cloth cassock and Buddha's relics can drive away ghosts, but they can't hide from the stupid hungry bear. The monk finally met with disaster in this damn world.

After tasting the monk's flesh and blood, the bear became smart, put on a monk's robe, went down the mountain like a human, and opened the door to eat people.

Caiyi, who was holding the bear bile and grinning foolishly, was also frightened by the sudden appearance of the rising light and opened her mouth wide. Even though her eyesight for seeing treasures was not that good, she could tell that Zuo Chen had got a big treasure, and her eyes became full of joy.

But she immediately noticed a key problem:
The hole above the cave allowed the precious light to scatter everywhere. I'm afraid that from the south to the north of the city, this golden light could be seen.

Nowadays, there are people who are hiding treasures and holding knives in this world. When they see the treasures, they will be itching to get them. They will ride fast horses from all corners of the world to come here. Then, will there be two short-sighted people who try to steal the treasure?
Caiyi always felt that this was very likely.

……

The golden light that shot out from the deep mountain was two meters thick and thirty feet high, like a golden rod, illuminating half of the mountain.

The light flashed for less than half a breath before disappearing. Most people within a hundred miles didn't have time to react at all. Even some capable and experienced people just felt something tickling their armpits. They said softly "stop making trouble" in their sleep, then changed direction and continued to sleep on their side.

The villagers who were guarding inside Wangjia Village could see the golden light clearly, but they didn't know what kind of treasure it was. Some of them knew that a Taoist priest had come to the mountain to eliminate disasters tonight and thought that the Taoist priest was showing his magical powers on the mountain. They all perked up and prayed in their hearts that the Taoist priest could eliminate the disaster and bring peace to the village.

This golden light was like a small stone thrown into Qingzhou Lake, causing waves but not making much splash.

but,
Not everyone was unaware.

There is a mountain ten miles away from Wangjia Village. There is a temple on the 666 steps climbing up from the bottom of the mountain. There is a huge plaque hanging above the temple door. The three big characters "Anming Temple" were carved on it with a carving knife. But people felt that it was not grand enough, so they plated it with a layer of gold, making the plaque shine brightly.

It was getting late now, and many monks in the temple were resting. In the abbot's room lived two monks, one fat and the other thin. Both were wearing monk robes made of fine cloth, and were sleeping soundly on the soft couch.

Suddenly, the thin one startled in bed, rolled down the edge of the bed, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Hey! There's a great monk! There's a great monk!"

The thin monk cried out twice in a strange voice on the ground, which immediately woke up the fat monk who was sleeping soundly.

He kicked aside the quilt and rubbed his sleepy eyes:

"Junior brother, what are you doing?"

"Brother! I just felt the magical power of Buddhism! I'm afraid there is a great monk nearby!"

"Big monk?" The fat monk's brain was obviously spinning for a long time. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and raised his voice several octaves higher:
"There's a big monk!? Near us?!"

"Yes!" The thin monk was excited. "The two closest to our Anming Temple are Prince Shou and Prince Kang. Prince Shou has no monks under him, but Prince Kang has a big monk! Who knows, maybe he will come to us!"

"I never thought that one day we would be able to cling to the thighs of the vassal kings!" With a wave of his hand, the fat monk immediately said:

"I will send someone out right now to invite that great monk over! Let him see how magnificent our Anming Temple is!"

……

After the precious light faded, Zuo Chen played with the relic in his hand and sighed slightly.

The person who could produce the merit relic must have been a person who had done a lot of good deeds, but unexpectedly he was eaten by a bear.

What a pity.

Just when Zuo Chen was about to put away the relic and leave with Caiyi, he suddenly saw a flash of precious light on the relic, and it seemed that a small bald shadow poked its head out from it.

"Ok?"

Is there a soul left on it?
(End of this chapter)