The God and Buddha are actually me

That old eunuch is so powerful?

Zhang Jiuyang thought of the pair of eyes that were very sinister in the clouds and mist, and a slight chill rose in his heart.

Blind Lin really didn't exaggerate on purpose. He was actually the weakest one in Huangquan. The eighth heavenly stem named Painted Skin Master could actually fight with the Dragon Girl to a draw?

After escaping death that night, Zhang Jiuyang asked Li Yan what the Dragon Girl's cultivation level was.

Li Yan said that a hundred-foot real dragon was actually equivalent to the fifth realm, but because of the special nature of its bloodline, its magic power far exceeded that of human cultivators. Even if the Supervisor Zhuge Yunhu came, he might not be able to win.

Of course, if Zhuge Yunhu was allowed to set up the Qimen Dunjia formation in advance, the outcome would still be unknown.

In other words, the Dragon Girl's true strength was equivalent to the best in the sixth realm.

Li Yan also said that if calculated by size, a thousand-foot real dragon was equivalent to the eighth realm, and ten thousand feet was the ninth realm, which could become an immortal.

But even a true dragon, a spiritual species born from the good fortune of heaven and earth, which can increase its magic power even when sleeping, seems to have no precedent of transforming into an immortal.

The old dragon king who once protected Qingzhou from good weather and good harvests was about a thousand feet long, so he had such great magic power and could protect the land of a state from disasters for decades.

In other words, from the perspective of the dragon clan, the dragon girl with strong magic power is actually still a minor...

But even so, it proves that the master of the painted skin definitely has the strength of the sixth realm!

Zhang Jiuyang was a little confused. Logically speaking, the highest combat power of the Imperial Observatory is Zhuge Yunhu of the sixth realm. In addition, there are two deputy supervisors. Even if they are all in the sixth realm, there are only three sixth realms in total.

And Huangquan's heavenly stems, except for Blind Lin, should all be in the sixth realm or even higher. As for the Heavenly Venerable, it is even more unfathomable.

What can he fight with?

Logically speaking, shouldn't Huangquan have destroyed Daqian and dominated the world long ago?

There must be some secret in this. The Imperial Observatory, or Daqian, is not as simple as he imagined.

The foundation of a dynasty of more than 600 years is also unfathomable.

"What abilities does the Painted Skin Master have?"

Yue Ling asked a very important question. For the Imperial Observatory, if they knew what the evil spirits' abilities were, they could prepare for it in advance.

"A lot, five elements, yin and yang, numerology, talismans, exorcism, formations..."

"I have never seen anyone who has so many magical powers, they are simply as vast as the sea of ​​​​smoke and as numerous as the stars!"

Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling looked at each other, their eyes a little solemn.

"Second Master, I also had an adventure in my early years and learned some unorthodox techniques. I am proud of my abilities, but compared with the Painted Skin Master, it is very ridiculous..."

Yue Ling asked in confusion: "Could he practice all kinds of methods?"

Second Master shook his head and said: "At first, I was as puzzled as you, until the Dragon Girl explained it to me."

"The Dragon Girl said that the Painted Skin Master seemed to have many magical powers, but in fact all his abilities came from one ability."

"What ability?"

"Painted Skin!"

Second Master said in a concentrated voice: "The Dragon Girl said that the Painted Skin Master collected so many skin bags just to make a special mask. As long as you wear that mask, you can have the corresponding magical powers."

"For example, if he peeled off my skin and made a mask, he could get all my memories and all the magical powers of the ghost walker!"

"I am the most famous among the ghost walkers. Maybe that's why he wants my life."

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked when he heard this.

What a terrible ability!

After peeling the skin and making a mask, you can obtain the other person's memory and ability. No wonder the Painted Skin Master has endless magical powers and means, and no wonder he has to keep evil spirits like skin peelers as his subordinates.

Yue Ling realized something even more terrifying.

"What will happen if the Painted Skin Master gives the mask to other people?"

The second master replied: "It's the same. For example, if someone wears a mask made of my skin, they will become exactly like me, with the same memory and abilities. Even the closest people may not be able to tell."

Yue Ling's face became heavier, and her slender fingers tightly grasped the Dragon Sparrow Knife, and her fingertips turned pale.

This ability is too terrible. The Imperial Observatory has always wanted to send people to infiltrate Huangquan. How do you know if anyone in Huangquan has infiltrated the Imperial Observatory?

With the ability of this Painted Skin Mask, no matter how strict the screening system is, it seems to be of no use.

Not only the Imperial Observatory, but also the Daqian officialdom?

When she thought of this, she was shocked.

If the guess is true, it will be an earthquake for Daqian!

How many people of the Painted Skin Master have quietly replaced the original body, living in the sun, swaggering to provide information to Huangquan, sucking Daqian's blood like a leech.

No wonder the Imperial Observatory and Huangquan have been fighting for so long, but always get nothing.

It even makes her feel like she is being led by the nose.

Zhang Jiuyang knew why she was so solemn, patted her shoulder gently, and said, "Don't be impulsive."

This matter is too shocking, and the impact is too great. If it is not handled properly, it may cause a huge backlash.

You said that others are the subordinates of the Painted Skin Master. Do you have evidence?

Those dignitaries will not think that you are investigating evil spirits, but that the Imperial Observatory wants to reach out to the officialdom.

What's more, the internal affairs of the Imperial Observatory may not be clean.

A single move can affect the whole body.

Yue Ling nodded and said, "I know."

She is now extremely fortunate that out of caution, she did not tell anyone that Zhang Jiuyang was about to be sent to Huangquan, even to Zhuge Yunhu.

Then she asked again: "Is there any way to identify the person wearing the mask?"

The second master smiled bitterly and said: "The most direct way is to peel the skin. If you peel the skin and find a face underneath, it is the subordinate of the Painted Skin Master. I don't know more."

Zhang Jiuyang was silent.

This method is too rough. It must not be done without solid evidence. What if the other party is good?

After peeling the skin, the person can only wait for death.

Bang!

Yue Ling slammed the table beside her, and the solid wood table broke into pieces with a bang. Wood chips flew and pierced into the wall like hidden weapons.

She didn't say a word, but gritted her teeth, her eyes were cold as frost.

The white jade palm was also pierced by wood chips, and blood oozed out, but she didn't notice it. Although she still looked calm, her pursed thin lips showed her inner restlessness.

Anyone who knows that the country he serves may be infiltrated by evil spirits and become a sieve, and even has to doubt his comrades who once fought side by side, will feel like the sky is falling.

It's like fighting alone, with no hope in sight.

At this moment, a clear voice sounded.

"Don't worry, I'll find a way."

Zhang Jiuyang was still calm and said, "Have you forgotten my next identity?"

Yue Ling was stunned.

"Next, I will try to get a list to help you check the inside, if possible..."

He grinned, and there seemed to be some kind of storm hidden in his calm voice.

"I will kill him."

The Painted Skin Master deliberately sent him to die, wanting to kill him with the knife of the Yin soldiers, and this feud was forged.

Maybe he is not strong enough now, but as long as he seizes the opportunity, he will send the Painted Skin Master to see the King of Hell by any means.

And he also has a killer mace. As long as the power of incense is accumulated enough, there should be a chance to invite the gods to descend to the world in the future.

Painted Skin Master?

I wonder how many times he can survive the golden whip of the Spirit Officer?

The visualization diagram is Zhang Jiuyang's greatest confidence.

Standing behind him is the God of China.

Yue Ling's heroic eyes quietly stared at the man in front of her, her eyes looked very complicated.

She knew how dangerous it was, so she couldn't remain indifferent.

She felt guilty for putting her friend in danger, but after pondering for a long time, she only said two words.

"Thank you..."

She couldn't refuse Zhang Jiuyang's help. After knowing the matter of the Painted Skin Master, Zhang Jiuyang's value was inestimable.

He is likely to play a crucial role, and even turn the tide again.

She said the word thank you, but her eyes subconsciously dropped, as if she didn't dare to look him in the face.

This is the first time she has felt so guilty in all these years.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly, tore off a piece of cloth from his body, and gently bandaged her hand. His voice was gentle and firm, as if it could give people infinite confidence.

"What you have to do now is to take care of your body, practice hard, keep getting stronger, and be my backer."

"If even you die, no one will know my identity."

Yue Ling stared at the cloth strip in her hand, silent for a moment, and then slowly raised her eyes, her eyes firm and bright.

"Thank you."

It was also a thank you, but this thank you seemed to open a certain knot in her heart, and there was an indescribable determination.

She looked at Zhang Jiuyang, and the feeling of powerlessness of fighting alone suddenly eased a lot.

No matter what, there was someone fighting silently with her, trying to dispel the dark clouds that had been hanging over Daqian for hundreds of years.

Ali didn't understand these nonsense, she just laughed, her short legs trembling, and said: "Holding hands, holding hands, ho ho ho~"

Ali will have a complete family soon!

It would be great if Sister Longnv was there too. She would play with Sister Mingwang today, Sister Longnv tomorrow, and the two sisters would play with her the day after tomorrow. She would change one a day, and she would be happy just thinking about it!

The second master was alert.

This kid, what a powerful method. The Ming Wang Yue Ling looked at him with a cold look just now, but now it is so gentle.

Well, he must not be allowed to talk to Su Ru!

"Today's matter involves great importance. I have to go back to the capital to make some preparations. Zhang Jiuyang, if you have any news, let Qingji inform me at any time."

Yue Ling retracted her hand, raised the Dragon Sparrow Knife, her eyes were outstanding, and she regained her fighting spirit.

She was a heroic woman who acted decisively. She immediately walked out of the house and climbed on the horse.

The snow dragon horse stepped on its front hooves, neighing, and two white mists gushed out of its nose.

The female general in silver armor and red robe on the horse pulled the reins. She had a healthy figure, heroic temperament, and awe-inspiring heroic spirit. The sun shone on her white jade face, and she was as beautiful as a sculpture.

Many passers-by were attracted by her heroic spirit and beauty, and kept looking at her with their peripheral vision.

Yue Ling looked deeply at Zhang Jiuyang who came to see her off.

"General Yue, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, see you again someday."

Zhang Jiuyang clasped his fists and saluted.

He knew that Yue Ling, as the supervisor of the Imperial Observatory and in charge of the White Tiger Pavilion, must be very busy and could not stay for several days like before.

In fact, she rushed back from Yangzhou day and night. According to the rules, she had to go back to Kyoto to report on her work first. She took a detour to Qingzhou on the way just to bring wine to congratulate him on his triumphant return.

"See you again someday, you can decide on your own about the second master's affairs."

Yue Ling was about to leave, but seemed to have thought of something, and took out a box of ointment from her arms and threw it to Zhang Jiuyang.

"I... was a little heavy yesterday."

"This ointment can dissolve blood and blood stasis, and help you relieve pain."

After a pause, she looked at A Li again and said, "The origami technique cannot be used carelessly. If I find it again, watch out for your butt."

A Li hurriedly shook her head and said aggrievedly, "Sister Ming Wang, it was obviously Brother Jiu who asked me to fold it, why are you only blaming me now..."

Yue Ling glared at Zhang Jiuyang slightly, but this time she didn't say anything harsh after all.

"Zhang Jiuyang, let's go."

"Take care."

"Take care."

With a neigh, the Snow Dragon Horse quickly went away, and Zhang Jiuyang took A Li back to the house until the heroic figure could no longer be seen.

"Hehe, Brother Nine, I've decided not to like Sister Ming Wang for the time being!"

She pinched her waist and said, "Take her down, I want to take down Sister Long Nu——Ouch!"

Zhang Jiuyang hit her hard and said with a smile, "Little girl, for the next period of time, you should follow the Second Master and learn the art of walking under the Yin."

"You are not allowed to eat if you don't learn it."

"Woo woo, Brother Nine, you are inhumane!"

"It's inhumane!!!"

Zhang Jiuyang said angrily, "It's been so long and I still can't use idioms well. It seems that the endorsement can't be delayed. Starting tomorrow, I will continue to check!"

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