Two hundred and seventieth chapters break and then stand
Chapter 273: Destroy and then build up
"It's done."
The way things unfolded, it was like a bright future and a bright future in another village. Such huge twists and turns made Mr. Xing unable to help but feel surprised.
Lin Mu, on the other hand, still had his eyes closed and his hands clasped together.
The green clothes stained with blood lay quietly on his body.
But he has no sorrow or joy, and is as peaceful as the stars in the sky that never set all year round.
The sacred Zen mood rose and fell between his brows.
A calm, watery Buddha scent emanated from his bones and blood.
"Broken and then stood up, reborn from the ashes."
Seeing this scene, Xing Lao's old face became even more relieved.
He could see the pain Lin Mu suffered, and it was no less than a walk from hell.
But everything was not in vain.
With this disaster alone, Lin Mu's soul was truly stable, and no one could shake his will in the future.
The relics of Buddhist, Taoist and martial saints are integrated into Lin Mu's blood, which will also bring unimaginable benefits to his future growth.
After a long time, Lin Mu slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were bright black and white, as clear as a child's, and slightly naughty.
“With your eyes closed, the sacred is in your fingers; with your eyes open, the sacred is in your heart.
Xing Lao's face was moved.
Although he had already guessed that Lin Mu would gain a lot after going through this calamity and rebuilding after breaking.
But I never expected that Lin Mu would reach this level.
When Lin Mu didn't open his eyes, the Zen spirit in his body was endless. But when he opened his eyes, the Zen spirit was completely gone, just like a child entering the world for the first time.
This does not mean that Lin Mu’s Zen spirit has disappeared, but that all of his Zen thoughts have been concentrated deep in his heart.
Such freedom of movement is a state only achieved by true martial arts masters.
This means that in terms of spiritual realm alone, Lin Mu is already on par with the Wuzong.
"Xing Lao——"
There was a hint of naughtiness in Lin Mu's eyes.
This naughtiness comes from the joy of rebirth after a disaster, the satisfaction from improving one's realm, and the expectation to share it with Xing Lao.
Because of the improvement of his state of mind, his various emotions were infinitely diluted and turned into childish naughtiness.
But in an instant, this naughty look turned into worry and self-blame.
At this time, Mr. Xing's face turned pale, and his whole person seemed several times older.
He suddenly thought that he had endured great pain in refining the Buddha's bone relics, but how could Xing Lao be any better than him if he had to break down the relics?
In addition, Xing Lao himself was seriously injured, which made this situation even more serious.
Old Xing's brows were full of fatigue, but he still had a smile on his face: "Good boy, don't worry, the power of time is more terrifying than you think. I haven't experienced anything, so this little injury doesn't matter.
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"but I……"
Lin Mu still couldn't help but blame himself.
Before he appeared, a master like Mr. Xing could live a quiet life in Seven Star Academy.
It was him who broke the peace and put Mr. Xing into danger many times.
"As a man, don't bother your mother-in-law and mother-in-law in these little details."
Before he could say anything, Mr. Xing's expression turned serious.
"yes."
Lin Mu had no choice but to bow.
"Has your cultivation level reached the twelfth level?"
With Xing Lao's powerful cultivation, he could easily detect the changes in Lin Mu's aura.
"Now I am a twelfth-level warrior."
Lin Mu nodded.
Under the impact of the powerful energy of the relic, he didn't even need to break through the level himself, his cultivation level was broken through on his own.
After all, those fifteen relics were left behind by the Martial Saint.
"Okay, that's good. Try to condense the innate true energy as soon as possible and become an innate martial artist."
Xing Lao said happily.
"I will."
Lin Mu responded seriously.
"Fate is the most impossible possibility."
Xing Lao paused and looked at Lin Mu with his turbid eyes, "You and I met by fate, so don't worry about everything between you and me, just let it go."
"Just remember, no matter what you do, remember the suffering today and don't go against your own will."
"Fate is the most impossible possibility."
Lin Mu was slightly absent-minded.
Such simple words sounded more beautiful to him than any Zen words.
The power of time is indeed unimaginable.
Although Mr. Xing is not a god or a Buddha, his long years may have already made his state of mind no less than that of a god or a Buddha.
"But my situation is indeed not good. What I did just now was just a last-ditch effort."
Xing Lao said calmly, "I have no power to intervene in the next situation. I can only meditate and heal in this Seven Star Tower. Everything depends on you."
After saying that, he closed his eyes.
Light snoring sounded, and in a moment, he actually fell asleep.
After staring at Xing Lao's sleeping face for a moment, Lin Mu couldn't bear to be disturbed, slowly got up and walked quietly outside the tower.
Before leaving, he came back again, leaned down and bowed three times on the ground.
Although his blood has been melted with the relics of the Buddha, when it comes to Buddha, he can only be regarded as a little novice monk, and Mr. Xing is the real Buddha.
After leaving the fifth floor and walking in the Seven Star Tower, Lin Mu quickly showed doubts on his face.
Especially on the second and first floors, this confusion becomes even deeper.
Normally, no matter what, there are always people practicing in the Seven Star Tower more or less.
But today, the surroundings were deserted, and even the first floor, where there were the largest number of people, was deserted.
Feeling slightly depressed, he couldn't help but quicken his pace and quickly left the tower.
After walking for several miles, he finally saw several injured students walking in a hurry on a small road.
"Brothers, please walk slowly."
Lin Mu walked up quickly. He had a vague impression that these people were old students from the past.
Hearing the sound, several old students were stunned, and when they saw Lin Mu, they were even more surprised.
"It turns out to be Junior Brother Lin. Junior Brother, where have you been these past two months?"
One of the old men with a dark face said.
"What? Half a month?"
Lin Mu was shocked.
"Of course, the Tianyuan Competition ended three days ago. We originally expected to see you, junior brother, as Yang Wei for the academy, but we didn't expect that you were nowhere to be seen."
Another injured old student said angrily.
Lin Mu's eyes flashed with light. He did not expect that He Xinglao spent half a month refining the fifteen relics in the Seven Star Tower.
"That's right, if you, junior brother, participated, Lingfeng Academy would never be so arrogant."
"Especially that Fang Li, who does he think he is? He is so brazen that there is no one in our Seven Star Academy. He really thinks he is Qiao Niansheng."
"If Pastor Lin is here, although it is impossible to win the first place, after all, Qiao Niansheng is too scary, but the third place may not be his."
Several old students didn't know what Lin Mu was thinking. After the injured old student spoke, several others also spoke one after another.
"shut up."
Unexpectedly, when several people said this, the black-faced old man suddenly shouted, "We should be happy now, not regretful. Fortunately, Junior Brother Lin did not go to participate, otherwise the situation would only be worse."
After being drunk by this old student, the other old students suddenly woke up, all of them were sweating profusely and dared not speak.
"Why does this senior brother say this?"
Seeing this situation, Lin Mu immediately remembered that the Qiao family had set a trap for him, and his expression changed, "Did something happen to the Tianyuan Competition?"