The God and Buddha are actually me

That night, demons were dancing wildly.

The city of Qingzhou was flooded with blood.

After reading Nie Guangxian's memories, Zhang Jiuyang conducted a major purge of the gangs, escort agencies, human traffickers, and some people who were doing business on the surface but acting as Nie Guangxian's minions in the back.

These people were all accomplices of the evil, and perhaps some of them did not know that they were doing evil for the evil spirits, but the corpses that filled the canyon and the shoes that filled the mines were all their evil deeds.

It's not that there is no retribution, it's just that the time has not come.

Zhang Jiuyang is their retribution.

In an instant, there were screams in Qingzhou City, and countless people were dragged out by the evil spirits to share the food, regardless of their status.

No matter whether they were wealthy gentry, powerful officials, or bullies who preyed on the people in the countryside, everyone was equal under the evil spirits.

The Painted Skin Master spent twenty years of hard work to help Nie Guangxian build this big net that covered Qingzhou, but it was destroyed overnight.

If it was the people of the Imperial Observatory who took action, even if the evidence was solid, it would not be so easy to be so decisive and sweep the holes.

After all, Nie Guangxian was easy to kill, but there were so many people under him who were accomplices to him, and they were still intertwined.

Some people were not just relying on Nie Guangxian.

The prime minister's people, the prince's people, the emperor's people, the royal relatives in the harem, the hereditary nobles...

No matter how fast Yue Ling's dragon bird knife was, it couldn't cut through this mess.

But Zhang Jiuyang was different. As the ninth heavenly stem of Huangquan, he directly overturned the chessboard.

No matter who you are, as long as you have helped Nie Guangxian do evil, just kill him!

Revenge of the court?

Come on, we, the ten heavenly stems of Huangquan, are as close as brothers. When have we ever been afraid?

The corpses were dragged to the prefect's mansion by the evil spirits, and they piled up like a mountain. The blood flowed wantonly, and finally, under the manipulation of A Li, they solidified into two big words.

Huangquan!

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly.

Before, he deliberately controlled the evil spirits not to harm the people. He was originally worried that he would leave a loophole for this operation because of his loud thunder and little rain.

For example, a vicious evil spirit led thousands of ghosts to attack the city, but not many people died in the end.

Zhang Jiuyang had long realized this problem, but he was not an evil spirit after all, and had his own conscience and bottom line.

If for some kind of justice, men, women, old and young in a city can be sacrificed to die, then what is the difference between such people and the group of bastards in Huangquan?

Fighting violence with violence is to eliminate harm, not to become a new poison.

So even if there is a loophole, Zhang Jiuyang also admitted it and was willing to take a risk.

But now this killing and bloodbath just made up for this last loophole.

In this way, the mission is accomplished.

The troops are called off.

Everything is waiting for fermentation.

...

Starlight, wilderness.

By the campfire, several people from the Imperial Observatory were resting. They had been traveling for three consecutive days, and two horses were exhausted.

"We finally finished handling this case, why does Yuetou look more anxious?"

"Yes, even during this short break, Yuetou still practiced swordsmanship. He is so hardworking that we are ashamed!"

Not far away, Yue Ling, wearing silver armor and red robe, practiced swordsmanship in the moonlight.

But people who are familiar with her can see that her sword intention is slightly scattered. It seems sharp, but in fact it is a little absent-minded.

As if she has been worrying about something.

After practicing the twelve trap formations several times, Yue Ling looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and her expression became more solemn.

Will Zhang Jiuyang really lead ten thousand ghosts to attack Qingzhou City?

Once this butcher knife is raised, can it be put down in the future?

Can he, a cultivator of the second realm, really control ten thousand ghosts without backlash?

Whenever she thought of this, she, who had always been brave and decisive, was actually a little confused, and even seemed unable to concentrate on practicing swordsmanship.

The night was getting darker and darker.

The monks from the Imperial Observatory had fallen asleep, but Yue Ling was still standing quietly, without saying a word, as if waiting for something.

Finally, after standing for an unknown period of time, a paper crane flew over the horizon.

Yue Ling was refreshed.

"Qingzhou is in urgent need of support, hurry up to support!"

"Qingzhou is in urgent need of support, hurry up to support!"

"Qingzhou is in urgent need of support, hurry up to support!"

She opened the paper crane and her eyes suddenly fixed.

"The evil spirit of Huangquan appeared in Qingzhou, led thousands of ghosts to attack the city, slaughtered the powerful, and the whereabouts of the governor Nie Guangxian are unknown."

"The murderer is a ghost with a black robe, suspected to be the ghost king. He is the first evil spirit of Huangquan to appear. His methods are cruel, arrogant, and extremely dangerous. It is indeed the most serious case with the worst impact in the past ten years of Daqian!"

"The Qingzhou Ghost King case is temporarily classified as a disaster level. It is hosted by Minglie Hou. The unemployed Sichen and Lingtai Lang from all over the country are under your command. Please go to Qingzhou as soon as possible to investigate the case thoroughly!"

After reading these words, Yue Ling was slightly relieved.

Zhang Jiuyang did take action, and he turned the world upside down as soon as he took action, but fortunately, according to the news from the Imperial Observatory, he seemed to have escaped unscathed.

A hanging heart was finally put down.

But her eyes were a little strange.

Let me investigate the Qingzhou Ghost King case?

It seems to be another unsolved case.

This is good. If it were someone else, especially the hot-tempered Shentu Jianhou, if they really found out that Zhang Jiuyang did it, she might not be able to save him.

"Don't sleep, a big case has come, disaster level, Qingzhou has been attacked by the ghost king, we have to rush to help!"

At Yue Ling's command, the people in the Imperial Observatory woke up from their sleep and were shocked to hear the news.

How could an evil spirit dare to be so rampant?

They continued to ride on horseback, but I don't know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that Yue Ling, who was tense before, seemed to relax a lot.

...

Yangzhou, a secret place somewhere.

In the darkness, a pair of sinister eyes suddenly opened, bloodshot and full of hatred.

"My Lord, do you have any instructions?"

In the darkness, several cold voices suddenly sounded, hoarse and low, and seemed extremely heavy. In addition, the sound of skinning could be vaguely heard.

"Nie Guangxian is dead."

The owner of the painted skin pronounced the words very heavily, and he could clearly feel the uncontrollable anger and hatred.

Each painted skin was carefully made by him, and contained a drop of his blood, so when the owner of the painted skin died, he could also feel it.

The death of Nie Guangxian was undoubtedly a big loss for him.

Although it was just a chess piece casually placed twenty years ago, over the years, as Nie Guangxian's status continued to rise, it helped him more and more.

Now it is considered a very important chess piece, with considerable value.

However, with the death of Nie Guangxian, his twenty years of management suddenly came to nothing.

Originally, if he collected 300 hearts, he could exchange a tiger skin with Shanjun, but now he has to wait again.

The Painted Skin Master's sinister eyes shot out a cold murderous intent.

"No matter who it is, I will make you pay the price!"

"I will... peel your skin with my own hands!!"

After a moment, he gradually closed his sinister eyes again, temporarily suppressing the anger in his heart.

Now he can only hope that his other hidden pieces in the Daqian court will not be discovered. Among those people, Nie Guangxian knows a lot.

But he is confident that no one will be able to ask a word from Nie Guangxian.

Moreover, he left a restriction in Nie Guangxian's soul. Even if Nie Guangxian was bewitched and soul-binding, as long as he tried to say or write anything related to himself, his soul would automatically collapse and dissipate.

Fortunately, one Nie Guangxian died, and sooner or later there would be another Nie Guangxian.

…

The ghost king attacked Qingzhou at night, and there was a sea of ​​blood and corpses in front of the prefect's mansion, and flies and insects were flying all over the sky.

Bones supported the ground, and the foul blood was everywhere.

It is said that the bloody smell could make people vomit in the street even if they were a hundred feet away.

Within a few days, this matter was directly spread all over the world, causing an uproar. The name of the black-robed ghost king became the most terrifying legend, especially in Qingzhou, where it was almost a taboo that could not be mentioned.

It can stop children from crying at night.

Because the impact of this matter was so bad, the emperor who had been indulged in pleasure in recent years was furious and ordered the Imperial Observatory to arrest the ghost king within ten days.

The emperor even went to Taiping Temple in person and asked the very mysterious Taiping Temple master to tell a fortune.

The hexagram showed that the ghost king who committed the crime had not left Qingzhou yet.

And that ghost king had a strange fate, and he had the appearance of deceiving the heaven and stealing the world. If he was not eradicated soon, sooner or later, he would affect the aura of the Ziwei emperor.

After this was said, the emperor naturally became more concerned. He not only urged the Imperial Observatory to investigate the case, but also took out a treasure from the national treasury as a reward for this case.

For a time, the disciples of both Buddhism and Taoism were all moved by the news.

Many hermits in the fourth realm and even the fifth realm could not sit still. They came to Qingzhou City to try to find the clues of the ghost king.

However, what countless people did not expect was that no matter whether it was the art of divination and writing, the method of exorcising ghosts and asking the ghosts, or various magic weapons for tracking, they could not find the whereabouts of the ghost king.

The Qingzhou ghost king with a black robe and a ghost face who could command all ghosts seemed to have evaporated from the world.

At first, these people still found it hard to accept, but later they knew that the Ming Wang, who was in the prime of his life and claimed to have never failed, Yue Ling, had made no progress since he came to Qingzhou, and they felt at peace.

The ten-day deadline for solving the case had passed in the blink of an eye, and it was said that the domineering Ming Lie Hou seemed to be helpless.

In the mansion, by the pond.

Ah Li was practicing the walking Yin talisman in the room. After the last incident, she also realized that the methods taught by the second master were actually very powerful. Many secret methods of the walking Yin people could help the ninth brother at critical moments.

Therefore, the little guy was full of energy and studied hard every day.

In the yard, Xiao Qingji did not rest either, but was working hard. The four-inch little man, naked in the sun, sweating all over his head, jumped up and down to massage Zhang Jiuyang's legs and back.

It was not that Zhang Jiuyang was squeezing it, but it was its personal strong request.

This not only helps the master to do things, but also exercises the body, grows faster, and reaches the level of taking the water pearl as soon as possible.

Qingji is loyal and can't stand idleness. The more things the master asks him to do, the happier he is.

As long as he doesn't die, he will work to death.

Some time ago, Zhang Jiuyang took A Li to Luotian County to live for a while, but he was idle alone. He raised the perch at home to be fat and strong, and swept the floor and weeded every day, fighting wits and courage with cockroaches.

Terrifying insects and ants!

Zhang Jiuyang sighed lightly. This is also considered as using child labor. He really feels a little guilty.

"Left, um, a little heavier!"

"Yes, comfortable~"

He picked up the teapot next to him and took a sip.

The spirit of water, Xiao Qingji, immediately controlled the tea to fly out and filled the master's cup.

Well, this is to exercise Xiao Qingji's ability to control water.

There was a fishing rod stuck by the pond. Zhang Jiuyang was fishing while reading a book. It was the book of Erye's experience in walking in the underworld.

This book is divided into two parts. The first is Erye's experience in walking in the underworld, which records many things he did to exorcise ghosts and turn disasters around for people. It is thrilling and interesting.

The second is some strange and unusual skills compiled by Erye, such as the skill of being immortal after being beheaded. Many of them were obtained by him through strange encounters, and they can be practiced even if you don't have the blood of walking in the underworld.

This book is very helpful to Zhang Jiuyang.

Not only did it increase his knowledge, but it also greatly enriched his methods.

Zhang Jiuyang has always had a problem. He is a little biased when facing the enemy. He lacks some small spells, such as summoning souls, transmitting sounds, avoiding water, etc., which are not powerful but very practical.

These strange skills just solve this problem.

Under the lazy sunshine.

He is dressed in white, with a face like a crown jade, and a handsome temperament. He seems to be a high-ranking scholar who hides in Taoyuan and is indifferent to fame and fortune.

However, no one could have imagined that he was the Ghost King of Qingzhou who stirred up the world.

No one could have imagined that the murderer of the Ghost King of Qingzhou case lived in Qingzhou City, drinking tea, fishing, basking in the sun and reading books.

Zhang Jiuyang cherished this kind of life more and more, and enjoyed it more and more.

"You are so comfortable, but I was urged by the supervisor three times a day, and even His Majesty said that I was incompetent."

Yue Ling, wearing silver armor, walked into his house skillfully without knocking on the door, sat next to him without courtesy, picked up the teapot and took a big sip.

Her white and slender neck bulged slightly, mixed with crystal sweat beads.

It was obvious that she was very tired during this period.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly and said, "Is it serious? Do you want me to show up again and play a play with you?"

He didn't expect that the person in charge of investigating his case in the Imperial Observatory would be Yue Ling.

During this period, thanks to the Ming Wang pendant given by Yue Ling, which can suppress his luck, he was able to avoid all kinds of divination and spirit writing techniques and come up with a dark light.

Yue Ling reached out and knocked him without any hesitation.

"Stay here and don't go anywhere!"

"It's a small matter for me to be scolded, but it's a big matter for you. Fortunately, I am the host of this case. Under my guidance, the case has completely reached a dead end."

Zhang Jiuyang joked after hearing this: "It turns out that the upright Ming Wang Yue Ling will also help me, the evil spirit of Huangquan, to shield and exonerate."

Yue Ling glared at him, a little embarrassed and annoyed. Obviously, she was very uncomfortable doing this kind of thing.

"You still said that I was so guilty. It's more tiring to shield a bad guy like you than to catch ten evil spirits!"

Zhang Jiuyang laughed after hearing this.

Yue Ling also laughed. The two looked at each other, and many words were unspoken.

"The next step is to officially go to Mount Yanfu and become the ninth heavenly stem of Huangquan."

The smile on her face slowly faded, and the hand holding the Dragon Sparrow Knife turned slightly pale.

"Zhang Jiuyang, are you really sure?"

"No."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled, his expression calm.

"But we have to give it a try."

"I believe... we can definitely win."

Yue Ling looked at the warm smile on his face. Under the sun, this little Taoist priest who had always been protected by her, did not know when, gradually became her hope.

She felt as if she was touched by something, her eyes were bright.

"Well, we can definitely win."