I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 19 The Phoenix Cries!
'Chew me! ! '

'Chew me! ! ! '

As the lid of the pot was lifted a little, two more cries were heard!

The cry was more like a howl, piercing the deepest part of Zhou Mu's mind. His eyes began to swell and his ears began to ring. He clearly saw the golden wings of the roc in the painting.
Come alive! A big wing! The wind rises from the vast land!

"No, that's not right!"

Zhou Mu suddenly woke up and looked away from the painting. The flying roc in the painting was still dead silent. Everything was just an illusion. But, but...
The cry or whistle is still there.

'Chew me! '

'Chew me! '

It's like it's really ringing in my ears.

Oh.

It's ringing in my ears.

Zhou Mu looked sideways stiffly, saw the cauldron that was shaking, saw the dazzling light bursting out from it, and heard the sound coming from inside.
Crying.

'Chew me! ! '

That was not an illusory sound in the painting, but the real cry from a big pot.

"Grass!"

Zhou Mu's scalp suddenly exploded. He saw that the cauldron was shaking more and more violently. It seemed that there was a creature inside that had not been cooked yet. It woke up at this moment and tried to break the lid of the pot.
come out!

Accompanied by the sound of crying.

The scroll rose into the sky, capturing all the white light that came through the lid of the pot. The golden-winged Roc in the painting had shed all its gorgeous feathers, and it seemed as if a ball of fire was burning. It was really a ball of fire!

The painting became scorched by the flames, but the fire was extinguished in a moment. The image of the Peng bird in the painting became distorted. It was no longer a big Peng bird, but more like, more like.
Zhou Mu looked at an unknown bird in the scroll, and naturally, two words popped up in his mind.

"This is Phoenix."

He had heard of the phoenix, a super life form that ranked at the top of the demon race. Although he had never seen its appearance, he was extremely sure that the one in the painting was a phoenix!

What was burnt in the flames was not only the Peng bird, but also the vast ancient scripture contained within it, which was also changing!
"help"

"Fuyao Sutra!"

Zhou Mu saw densely packed talismans that he had never seen before on each and every golden feather of the extremely unruly and sky-piercing phoenix.

Although I have never seen it before, I can naturally understand its meaning.

The seal characters are entangled, and the ancient scriptures are vast, illuminating the vast sky in the painting.

"No, it's not the Fuyao Sutra."

Zhou Mu muttered to himself as if in a dream:

"Yes"

The ancient scripture that was rotating in the scroll was rippling, as if it was transforming, as if it was in nirvana, as if it was returning to its original state.

It seemed to be in the east kitchen, or in the heavenly palace of dreams, or under the mixture of white light and the cry of the pot, its original appearance was revealed.

Zhou Mu had a premonition that the ancient scripture contained in the scroll had been completely destroyed by the burning flames just now, and the seal characters were rearranged to form a brand new scripture!
He couldn't understand the seal characters, but he could barely understand their meaning. Now he tried to interpret them and convert them into the most corresponding characters that he understood.

"Is it the Golden Winged Dapeng Sutra?"

"No, maybe it should be called the Ancestral Phoenix True Phoenix Sutra?"

"No, neither."

"Should it be called, The Sutra of Eternal Immortality?"

"Not right either"

"Phoenix Law? Nirvana Heavenly Art? All Tribulations and All Difficulties in One Qi, the Principle of Mixed Origin??"

Zhou Mu didn't bother to pay attention to the shaking pot lid, nor did he bother to listen to the "chiu wu" sounds that came one after another. He just stared blankly at the scroll.

"Oh."

He suddenly understood, clapped his hands with a smile, and then danced with joy.

"It's Yin and Yang, the original Yin and Yang." "Yin Yang Sutra?"

"No, the original Yin and Yang should be called the Yuanshi Yin and Yang Sutra!"

He let out a long sigh. Compared with the previous names, the Yuanshi Yin-Yang Classic was really plain and simple.

Zhou Mu was immersed in the supreme mystery of the vast ancient scriptures.

The shrieking sound beside him hurt his ears, but he didn't care to pay attention to it. All kinds of seal characters were reflected in his pupils, as if he was intoxicated.
Gradually, he inexplicably understood the whistling sound in the pot. It was...
Phoenix.

It is the cry of the phoenix.

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Small village.

"Teacher, teacher!"

The children gathered around the private school teacher, and a little girl with pigtails and snot bubbles asked:
"In your stories, the Heaven is always so powerful, and even the Heavenly Soldiers are incredibly powerful. So, how did the Heaven disappear?"

The private school teacher pondered for a moment and said:

"There are too many reasons. I, the teacher, can't explain them clearly. There are incredible games between big figures, and there are also some minor reasons."

Another little fat boy asked:

"A small reason? What is that?"

The private school teacher pondered for a moment before saying:
"According to legend, the light of heaven shines in all directions, illuminating all things in the worlds and realms, suppressing everything, high above. But the beginning of its destruction was very simple."

The children listened attentively and were all very interested in the mysterious story told by the teacher.

The teacher continued:
"The beginning, or the introduction, was that the Heavenly Palace held a very large banquet."

"You think a banquet must have good ingredients, right?"

The children nodded in unison:
"Correct!"

The teacher laughed and said:

"Those ingredients are incredible. There's Candle Dragon meat stewed with Golden Crow, and there's Vermillion Bird tears stewed with a real dragon."

"These are actually fine, but the Heavenly Court did something very excessive."

The teacher's expression became a little more solemn:
"There is a dish that uses a newborn phoenix, alive, which is marinated whole before being put into the pot. However, no one would have thought that the little phoenix is the sister of a peacock and a roc. A real sister."

"That little phoenix was the legitimate daughter of the first ancestor phoenix in the world. Not long after she was born, she was caught and cooked while she was out playing alone."

After a pause and a sip of water, the teacher sighed:
"Even the immortals and gods in heaven didn't expect that the little phoenix would be so noble. Then, the ancestor phoenix led the peacock and the roc to rebel against heaven. Although they were quickly suppressed, it was a start and a curtain was raised after all."

The children looked at each other, all confused and not really understanding. One of the clever little girls seemed to be thinking:
"I know! It's just like a story you told me before!"

Her eyes sparkled:

"You mentioned before that there was an ancient dynasty called Qin, which was extremely powerful and unified the entire world. Then two humble civilians, Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, started an uprising. Although they did not succeed, they marked the beginning of the fall of that ancient dynasty!"

"That's right." The teacher patted the little girl on the head and rewarded her with a candy:
"Niuniu is so smart!"

Niuniu smiled happily, but asked sadly:
"So, sir, how is the little phoenix in your story that was put into the pot? Was it eaten?"

The gentleman was stunned:
"I really haven't thought about that. It seems that it hasn't been taken out of the pot yet? After all, who would care about the banquet or the dish in the kitchen at that time?"

Xiao Niuniu said sadly:

"Little Phoenix, don't you know how to run?"

"The pot in heaven can cook real dragons, roast phoenixes, and stew golden crows. How can a young phoenix escape from it?"

The gentleman smiled and said:
"Unless the ruins of Heaven still exist, unless the little phoenix is still alive in that pot, then there is only a tiny chance that it can escape from the pot."

"Are the ruins of that heaven still there?"

"Who knows? Anyway, there are many powerful monsters, and we have been searching for many, many years, but we haven't found even a trace of him. Maybe he has completely turned to dust, right?"

The teacher sighed.

(End of this chapter)