The God and Buddha are actually me

At dusk, the sun sets.

Zhang Jiuyang buried the paper figures of Su Ru and Er Ye together. The tomb has mountains and water, and the scenery is pleasant.

There are pairs of magpies on the treetops next to it.

Er Ye's head was sealed in a box by him. It was not heavy, but he felt like he was carrying a heavy weight.

Just after Su Ru was buried, Er Ye was completely dead, as if the breath that had been supporting him had finally dissipated.

A Li dug shrimps, crabs and earthworms for him to eat, but it was useless.

The little girl took out a booklet and carefully wrote Chen Er's name on it, and marked the word "Master".

Zhang Jiuyang also saw many names of people in Yunhe County in the booklet.

When he asked in confusion, the little girl said that she would write down all the people who were good to her, otherwise she would forget them easily.

Only then did Zhang Jiuyang realize that she was not completely unaffected by resentment. The little girl was fighting against resentment in her own way.

"Brother Jiu, when we kill our way through the underworld, let the King of Hell resurrect one by one according to the names on it!"

In her opinion as a ghost, death is not as good as the extinguishing of a lamp. The underworld controls reincarnation, and there is always a way to meet again.

Zhang Jiuyang was infected by her optimism, touched her head and said: "Okay, wait until you become an immortal, and then we'll meet again."

He took a last look at the grave. No one knew that under this pile of yellow earth was buried the leader of the current lineage of ghosts.

No matter how great the ability or how famous one was in life, after death, he would be nothing more than a pile of yellow earth.

The desolate grave was covered with grass.

"Brother Jiu, what should we do next?"

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flashed a cold light when he heard the words, and the fierce murderous intent scared away the magpie on the tree.

He said word by word: "First find the owner of the painted skin... ask for some interest!"

...

Qingzhou City, in front of the prefect's mansion.

"Don't worry, come one by one, there will be porridge for everyone!"

Porridge is distributed in front of the government all year round to help the poor. As his name suggests, the prefect Nie Guangxian is a well-known official with a good reputation.

Repairing bridges, paving roads, distributing porridge...

Although he has been an official for many years, Qingzhou is still so poor, but his reputation is getting better and better. It is said that he will be an official in the court soon.

In the evening, after the government office closed, the prefect Nie Guangxian would come to distribute porridge in person and sit with those beggars, without caring about the dignity of officials.

It is this style that makes him enjoy great popularity in Qingzhou.

However, at the tea stall in the distance, Zhang Jiuyang was quietly sipping tea while looking at this scene coldly.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!"

A Li concentrated on sensing and said, "Brother Jiu, there are seven auras silently guarding him~"

Zhang Jiuyang nodded and said nothing.

In the woman's memory, although he did not see the true appearance of the Painted Skin Master, he got a very important clue.

Qingzhou Prefect Nie Guangxian was actually the Painted Skin Master's man!

The woman had only a little bit of Taoism, and many of her actions after coming to Qingzhou were secretly helped by Nie Guangxian.

And when she was a courtesan in Yangzhou, Nie Guangxian also found her and passed the message to the Painted Skin Master through her.

She was also quite surprised at the time. She didn't expect that the Qingzhou Prefect, who was known for his virtue, was actually under the command of the master.

When Zhang Jiuyang saw Nie Guangxian in her memory, he was also shocked.

Because he once discovered Lu Yaoxing's secret room and found the paper that recorded the three strange nobles, the peach blossoms of the time, and the Shaoyin and Shaoyang, he used the waist card given by Lao Gao to meet the prefect Nie Guangxian the next day, and passed these clues to the Imperial Observatory through him.

At that time, Nie Guangxian was very cooperative and immediately rushed six hundred miles, without any abnormality from beginning to end.

Therefore, in the case of Blind Lin, he was not only not suspected, but also made meritorious contributions, and will soon go to Beijing to serve as an official.

Whenever Zhang Jiuyang recalled the scene at that time, he felt a chill in his heart.

It turned out that he was facing the subordinates of the Painted Skin Master at that time, and it was a big fish!

He almost missed it.

However, as the governor of Qingzhou, Nie Guangxian was protected by many masters. Ali alone felt seven auras, and it was unknown whether they were from the government or the Painted Skin Master.

Moreover, Nie Guangxian seemed to be unruly, but he was actually very careful.

Zhang Jiuyang observed for a few days and found that he rarely went out of the city. Even if he went out, he would call hundreds of soldiers to guard him.

Although these soldiers had no magic power, they were all elite warriors with a strong murderous aura, and even ghosts of Ali's level felt uncomfortable.

This kind of murderous aura of weapons also had a restraining effect on the magic power of cultivators.

What's more, Nie Guangxian was a subordinate that the Painted Skin Master relied on very much, and he himself might not be an ordinary person.

Therefore, Zhang Jiuyang did not act rashly, but just observed silently.

After drinking tea, leaving a few copper coins, he took A Li back to his home.

"Master, I'm back!"

Little Qingji carried a big bag on his back, and seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He happily handed the bag to Zhang Jiuyang.

Zhang Jiuyang touched his head and smiled slightly.

He had not yet given Qingji the water pearl, not because he was stingy, but because Qingji had just been born not long ago, and taking it rashly might not be able to digest it completely, so he was ready to wait until it grew up a little more.

Open the bag, there are two things inside.

Yue Ling's letter, a bag of rice.

Open the letter first, and Yue Ling's delicate and elegant handwriting comes into view.

"I am also shocked by Nie Guangxian's affairs. This person has a deep foundation in the court. He often gives gold, silver, beautiful women, antiques and other objects. He is quite appreciated by His Majesty and is also one of the confidants of the powerful minister of the court."

"In addition, he also has a close relationship with a prisoner in the Qintian Prison."

"This person has been operating in Qingzhou for many years and has a lot of roots. He is not a simple person. I have a case at the moment and I can't get out of it for the time being. Don't act rashly and wait until I get there."

After a pause, she seemed a little worried, and then warned: "I still think the method you mentioned in the letter is too risky, and acting like this... is it too vicious?"

"Besides, Yinmi has already made it for you. If it's not enough, just send me another letter."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly.

Yue Ling did not disappoint him. Although she said not to let him act rashly, she was just worried about his safety. In fact, she honestly helped him refine Yinmi.

This bag of rice is the core of his crazy and vicious plan.

After the death of the second master, Zhang Jiuyang was filled with resentment and resentment. At the same time, he also realized the danger of his next gathering in the underworld.

The person who painted the skin most likely saw Li Yan!

When the time comes, he will be unable to prove his innocence and will have no choice but to be stripped of his skin and heart like the last Zhuge Yu who was thrown into hell, and die miserably.

Zhang Jiuyang thought for a long time, and finally came up with a crazy plan.

If this plan comes to fruition, not only can he collect some interest from the painting owner and cut off a piece of flesh from him, but he can also cover up the dangers he has exposed and muddy the waters.

Although this plan is full of evil and madness, Zhang Jiuyang has long realized that if he wants to defeat those crazy people in Huangquan, he must be crazier than them.

You can't win against those bastards by following the rules.

If Yue Ling sternly rejected him, Zhang Jiuyang would immediately give up his plan to enter hell without saying a word.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In the courtyard, there were sounds of sharpening knives.

Under the moonlight, a demon-like monster with a green face and fangs and wings on its back stood on the spot, holding two freshly sharpened bloody machetes, which were more than a foot long and extremely ferocious.

But the monster's voice is crisp and very cute.

"Brother Ninth, is this fierce enough?"

The monster turned out to be Ah Li, a physical body she folded out of paper, with her soul attached to it.

Xiao Qingji was almost scared to tears. He didn't know how the second sister became so scary.

Zhang Jiuyang nodded with satisfaction and said: "Very good, just don't say anything then."

The secret was revealed as soon as he spoke.

Ah Li nodded, with excitement in his eyes, and said, "Brother Ninth, let's charge and make him turn upside down!"

Kill, kill, kill, she can't wait to see the blood flow into a river!

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, and there was a bone-chilling chill in his calm voice.

"Then let the good show come on quickly."

…

Moonlight night, suburban cemetery.

Two people, one large and one small, came here quietly. One of them also knew some magic, which could drive the wandering soul to help him dig the grave, and then take away the burial objects inside.

"Although this kind of tomb is not big, it is still somewhat rewarding. The most important thing is safety. There are few evil ghosts breeding. As for these wandering souls, aren't they being pinched by me?"

The older Taoist looked proud and was showing off his ghost control skills to his disciples.

"Master, how many ghosts can you control at most?"

asked the little Taoist priest.

"Haha, I thought my master's cultivation was enough to control five ghosts!"

The little Taoist priest wowed and asked again: "How many ghosts can our sect control after we have mastered the techniques to the highest level?"

The elderly Taoist priest stretched out his hands and said proudly: "Ten!"

The little Taoist priest was a little disappointed and said: "Can't you control a hundred or even a thousand?"

The older Taoist priest patted his head and cursed: "What are you talking about in your sleep? Even the legendary Yinshan Sect cannot control a hundred ghosts or even a thousand ghosts!"

The little Taoist priest was about to refute, but suddenly his expression was shocked and he said: "Master, Master, crawl out!"

"What's crawling out, don't scare me -"

The elderly Taoist priest turned around and took a breath of air.

In the cemetery under the moonlit night, countless dead souls scrambled out of the tombs, and hundreds of people gathered in just a few moments.

It was as if I had received some sort of call.

Immediately afterwards, the master and apprentice saw a scene they would never forget.

I saw a huge monster with a green face and fangs, two wings on its back, and a bloody machete falling from the sky. The wings whipped up strong winds, causing the surrounding trees to bend.

Behind it, there is a group of fierce soldiers wearing strong armor, there are hundreds of them, they are neatly arrayed, their military power is solemn, their eyes are dancing with blue flames, their evil aura is so heavy that it is disgraceful.

The elder Taoist's face turned pale.

Hundreds, hundreds of ghosts walking at night?

Yin soldiers passing through?

Such a terrifying momentum and fierce murderous intent are definitely not something ordinary ghosts can have, let alone hundreds of them!

"Master, they seem to be carrying a coffin..."

Before the little Taoist finished speaking, the old Taoist quickly covered his mouth.

I saw a black coffin being carried among the group of Yin soldiers and Yin generals. What was even weirder was that there seemed to be a person sitting on the coffin board.

The man was wearing a mysterious robe and an evil ghost mask, sitting on the coffin, controlling hundreds of ghosts, looking mysterious and weird.

As if hearing the little Taoist priest's voice, the man slowly turned around and looked at the place where the two were hiding.

Under the mask, those red eyes were extremely penetrating, and the old Taoist priest felt an extremely terrifying anger, as if he was seeing a bloody sea of ​​fire!

Whether it was an illusion or not, he even felt as if he was being burned.

It’s over!

At this moment, the old Taoist priest's face was pale and his eyes were desperate, knowing that his master and his apprentice had run into a master this time.

He was even ready to die, but fortunately, the scary black-robed man didn't seem to care about them, but took out a bag of rice from his arms and threw it gently.

The next moment, the wandering souls crawling out of the tomb seemed to smell the delicious food in the world, and ate the black Yin rice frantically.

After eating, the resentment of the wandering souls quickly became strong, and the surrounding Yin wind was strong, and ghosts cried and howled.

Zhang Jiuyang sat on the coffin and nodded.

As the second master said in the book that recorded the experience of walking in the Yin, Yin rice has a great temptation to ordinary ghosts, and can help them increase their resentment in a short time.

This kind of Yin rice is also a kind of Yin inheritance. It needs to choose the glutinous rice used to build the tomb, and then soak it in the blood of five Yin creatures: centipedes, toads, snakes, scorpions and geckos. After being blessed by magic, it is dried in the dark night.

The production process is complicated and very expensive, so most people who go to the Yin have abandoned it.

After all, they are all poor.

But Zhang Jiuyang is not poor. He has accumulated a lot of good deeds in the Imperial Observatory. He simply exchanged them for materials for making Yin rice, and then asked Yue Ling to help him refine it.

As the Yin rice was sprinkled, the wandering souls nearby turned into evil spirits. At the call of A Li, they followed the team of rampant soldiers.

The only pity is that A Li's current cultivation is limited. At most, he can only train 100 rampant soldiers, otherwise he could recruit them all.

After walking through the cemeteries one by one, when all the Yin rice was sprinkled, Zhang Jiuyang's back was already densely packed with evil spirits.

Under the moonlight, thousands of evil spirits surrounded Qingzhou City, making soul-stirring roars, and the Yin Qi rushed straight into the sky. For a time, the wind was strong and the dark clouds pressed down on the city.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes seemed to penetrate Qingzhou City and saw the prefectural mansion.

"Attack the city."

"Capture the governor."

He was surrounded by thousands of ghosts, his voice was cold and his eyes were indifferent.

As the ninth heavenly stem in Huangquan, how could he not submit a convincing letter of surrender?

What? You said Nie Guangxian is your man?

Sorry, I don't know.

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