After Yu Rong's protective light and shadow dissipated, the resentful mortal souls around him were grateful to Lin Mu and knelt down one after another.
In the process of kneeling and worshiping, the resentment on their bodies slowly dissipated, and finally dissipated in the magnetic field of heaven and earth.
At the same time, Lin Mu felt a trace of mysterious, invisible power flowing into his soul.
"Is this luck?"
Lin Mu was slightly startled.
He discovered that mortals are very weak in ability, but the luck born in each mortal is not even better than that of ordinary practitioners, and is almost comparable to that of seven-star and eight-star warriors.
"It seems that before the creatures become venerable, there is not much difference in luck."
Lin Mu was thoughtful. This discovery made him feel more and more that the path he took as a mortal was extraordinary.
Now that these 20,000 qi lucks have merged into his body, he clearly feels that the suppressive power of some unseen rules and calamities on him has become smaller.
It was as if there was an invisible protective shield around him.
"Your Majesty, Sufi, the old Sufi leader Wuyuan, would like to express my gratitude to the layman for his great kindness."
At this time, an old voice came from the steps. The old leader of Sufism knelt down and thanked Lin Mu sincerely.
Not only him, but all the Su disciples behind him also showed gratitude.
The young men in golden robes are simply doing all kinds of evil, killing mortals, ravaging mortal women, and even doing whatever they want in their temples.
Now that Lin Mu has gotten rid of the golden-robed youth and others, he is undoubtedly a great benefactor to them.
"You don't have to be like this."
Lin Mu did not accept their courtesy. He turned aside and said calmly: "I am just asking for justice for the mortals outside. I am not trying to save you."
These Sufis are all practitioners.
When you step into the path of spiritual practice, you will have a destiny of life and death, wealth and honor are in heaven, and you can blame no one even if you are killed.
Therefore, if the gods like the golden-robed youth were just killing Sufi believers, Lin Mu would never get involved.
"Layholder, can I boldly ask, why does a layman, a powerful and powerful man, seek justice for some mortals? In the eyes of a being like a layman, aren't mortals just ants that can be killed at will?"
The Sufi leader had a grimace on his face, as if he was born with this expression, a look of compassion.
Lin Mu shook his head and said: "In my opinion, mortals are the cornerstone of the development of the world. Most of the so-called strong people originally came out of mortals. Without the food of mortals, low-level monks cannot survive at all.
, there will be no one to mine energy stones, senior monks will not be able to practice, and it is speculated step by step that the order of all cultivation worlds will collapse."
"The worlds are like houses. Mortals are the foundation and practitioners are the floors above. It doesn't matter if the floors above collapse, just repair them. But if the foundation below collapses, the whole building will collapse."
“Insights and insights.”
The Sufi leader was deeply moved: "Originally, I thought that what the layman said about seeking justice for mortals was just some high-sounding hypocritical words said by those hypocrites. Now I know that the layman has truly seen through the essence of order.
Really value human beings.”
After saying that, he once again worshiped deeply: "I am here to serve countless mortals in the world. I am grateful to the layman for rectifying the names of mortals. I am grateful to the layman for being able to see the value of mortals."
"You old man, do you think my senior brother is that kind of hypocritical person?"
Ma Jiao said dissatisfied.
"Old man, I was wrong, very wrong."
The Sufi leader said sincerely.
"There is no need to be grateful, and there is no right or wrong."
Lin Mu's tone was calm: "When I rectify the name of mortals, I am actually rectifying my own name. I never think that I am a superior practitioner. I have practiced step by step from a mortal to where I am today. My essence is a mortal.
So after all, I am still a human being."
"No matter what, I still have to be grateful to the layman."
As he spoke, the Sufi leader walked to the center of the square.
In the center of the square, the Sufi statue is dragging a book in his hand.
The Sufi leader bowed respectfully to the statue and then took down the book.
Ma Jiao's eyes suddenly focused, and Lin Mu also had a strange look on his face.
"Old man, you won't tell me that this is the Purana, right?"
Staring at the ancient book in the Sufi leader's hand, Ma Jiao couldn't help but say.
"good."
The leader of Sufism nodded: "You are here for the Puranas, right? This book is the Puranas."
Ma Jiao was dumbfounded, and then burst into laughter: "It's ridiculous, these gods are asking you so hard to find out the whereabouts of the Purana, but they don't know that the Purana has been right in front of them all along.
"
"But you Sufis are so powerful. You actually put the Purana like this in a big square where everyone can see it. Who would have thought that it is the real Purana."
Lin Mu was also surprised.
This is truly the most dangerous place and the safest place.
Even if he had clearly seen the Sufi statue before and the book in the Sufi statue's hand, he regarded the book as a decoration and did not associate it with the real Purana.
But the result was so unexpected.
"The Purana was created by Lord Su. Placing it anywhere would be considered a blasphemy. Moreover, the material at this time is special and it is not afraid of wind and rain. Naturally, it is most suitable to place it in the hands of Lord Su's statue."
The Sufi leader said calmly.
"Old man, you told my senior brother the whereabouts of this Purana, but you didn't tell those gods before. You must have been moved by my senior brother's ambition, right?"
Ma Jiao chuckled.
The Sufi leader shook his head: "It's just a book. No matter how precious it is, it's not as valuable as a human life. If possible, I would rather not have this book than sacrifice one of my Sufi followers."
"Old man, what you said is a bit false. Just now that Mr. Jade forced you like that and killed so many disciples, you gritted your teeth and did not tell the whereabouts of the Purana. I think you must be worried about the future.
The person entrusted by Shishu was not a human being, so I didn’t say anything. Now that I see my senior brother’s great benevolence and righteousness, I handed it over.”
Ma Jiao did not believe what the Sufi leader said.
"This layman, I think you have misunderstood."
A person next to the Sufi leader couldn't help but said: "In fact, the leader had told them that the Purana was in the hands of the Sufi statue, but they didn't believe it and thought that the leader was deceiving them.
After asking again and again, the leader had nothing to say, so he didn’t bother to say anything more.”
"Is that so?"
Ma Jiao was stunned when he heard this.
This is really weird, the things are weird, and the people are weird.