The God and Buddha are actually me

A stick of incense under the moon, curling like clouds and smoke.

As the agarwood was lit, a strange fragrance spread all around, and in the elegant fragrance, there was a faint smell of oil.

What was even more strange was that as the agarwood burned, Zhang Jiuyang actually heard the sound of a monster crying, like a whale under the water.

Ah Li was intoxicated, floating, as if she had never eaten such delicious things.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes also flashed, and as the incense mist entered his mouth and nose, the mana in his body suddenly boiled.

Those incense mists turned into dark clouds on the dantian, and with a thunder, countless sweet rains fell, nourishing the mana around the body, and every breath was improving.

Compared with the big opening and closing pills, the effect of this agarwood is gentle and long-lasting, and it will not leave any side effects. Even an ordinary person can benefit a lot from it.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

Zhang Jiuyang felt the magic of incense for the first time.

The Yin Qi on Ah Li's body was getting stronger and stronger. Her cultivation, which had been slow since she entered the fierce level, was advancing rapidly again. Her red skirt was as bright as blood.

Soon, Zhang Jiuyang frowned.

Because he found that he and Ah Li could not completely absorb the medicinal power of a stick of agarwood. Although they had tried their best to absorb it, there was still a lot of fragrant mist scattered in the wilderness.

This incense is extremely precious and cannot be wasted.

With this in mind, Zhang Jiuyang called Ao Ya and asked Ah Li to release a group of soldiers. In addition to the three generals of braised, steamed and fried, there were also a dozen elite soldiers who fought the most bravely.

A group of ghosts eat incense.

Soon, these soldiers began to undergo some kind of transformation. Their armor became stronger, their weapons became sharper, and the Yin Qi on their bodies became more and more intense.

It was that their appearance began to be all kinds of strange.

Some grew fangs, some grew red hair, some grew a third arm, and some even grew wings...

It was really a group of demons dancing wildly. If someone saw it, they would be scared to death.

The most shocking thing was the three generals. The red-roasted general had blue flames coming out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. Although he was gray-haired, he looked like a king descending to the world. He held a Guan Gong sword, wore heavy armor, had a strong back and waist, and a fierce aura.

The steamed general was originally a scholar who died of illness. Now he still looks sick, but his body is covered with tumors. Wherever he goes, the grass and trees wither, and no grass grows. He is surrounded by a layer of hazy miasma, like the legendary plague ghost.

The fried general is a ghost baby who uses a meteor hammer. At this moment, he suddenly let out a shrill cry, which was so sharp that waves splashed on the surface of the Yunmengze Lake and the surrounding grass and trees were uprooted.

It's a bit like the lion roar of the landlady in "Kung Fu".

Zhang Jiuyang showed a hint of joy in his eyes.

I didn't expect that the effect of this agarwood is so good that it makes these soldiers stronger again.

The potential of the soldiers is not small. If there is enough agarwood, wouldn't it allow them to awaken a kind of ability?

Even break the bottleneck of the soldiers themselves and become the legendary heavenly soldiers?

Zhang Jiuyang was very satisfied with the effect of agarwood. The only pity was that a stick of incense burned out very quickly.

He felt a faint swelling in his limbs and bones. This was a manifestation of absorbing a large amount of incense mist in a short period of time and filling the meridians after the magic power was improved.

Opening his eyes, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were particularly clear, as bright as jade, and his bones were shining. It was obvious that his practice had made great progress.

The three flowers in his Niwan Palace became brighter and brighter, as if a flower bud was absorbing sunlight and rain, and was about to bloom.

When it is fully mature, it is the time to collect herbs and refine the golden elixir, and it is also the time for him to break through to the fourth realm.

However, he has encountered a problem at present, that is, the cultivation method is not enough.

"Shun Ni San Guan Tu" can still allow him to continue to complete the third realm of cultivation, but if he wants to break through to the fourth realm, he must have the next step of cultivation.

Yu Ding Xuan Gong is very suitable for him, and it is also one of the top cultivation methods in the world. Zhang Jiuyang has no intention of changing it for the time being.

Of course, when the next visualization diagram is passed down, he will also try to ask Ling Guanye for the cultivation method.

In short, first work hard to practice, and try to find the subsequent inheritance of Yu Ding Xuan Gong in case of emergency.

Zhang Jiuyang made a plan and said to A Li: "Let's go back first, take Qingji with us, and then go to Yangzhou together."

After Qingji sent the letter, he followed his instructions and returned to his home in Qingzhou City to wait.

Since he was going to Yangzhou and meeting the Painted Skin Master, Zhang Jiuyang naturally had to bring all his combat power. Qingji is now a patrolling sea yaksha, and his small body is also a trick.

Of course, you don't have to drill that kind of hole. Ear piercing is also a hole, and it hurts just as bad.

"By the way, Brother Jiu, I seem to be able to practice the secret art of walking in the underworld now!"

Ali said excitedly.

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned when he heard this, and remembered that the second master had said that before Ali became a fierce level, she must not practice a secret art.

That secret art is called walking in the underworld, which is the art of soul wandering in the underworld, and is the most core inheritance of the walking in the underworld.

"Let's go back first."

Zhang Jiuyang did not agree immediately.

Unlike other walking in the underworld, Ali does not have a Yin record. If she encounters Yin soldiers when she wanders in the underworld, she may be in danger. After all, there are too many secrets hidden in that place.

"Oh~"

She was a little depressed.

Zhang Jiuyang could actually guess the little girl's thoughts. Her father was forcibly taken to the underworld by the Yin soldiers. If he could go to the underworld, he might be able to find out his father's whereabouts.

Touching Ah Li's little head, Zhang Jiuyang said earnestly: "The water in the underworld is too deep. When we are strong enough in the future, we can bring Uncle Jiang back openly."

"You must not be impulsive now, otherwise not only will you not be able to save him, but you may also harm yourself."

"Brother Ninth, I don't understand any big principles, but I know what you say is definitely right. I listen to you~"

Ah Li stretched out her little hand, held one of Zhang Jiuyang's fingers, and said: "When we receive Qingji, we will go to Yangzhou. Brother Jiu, I heard that Yangzhou is very big and prosperous. What other courtesan..."

Zhang Jiuyang knocked her hard and said, "Don't learn from the good ones, only remember the bad ones."

After a pause, he asked in a low voice: "What kind of courtesans have you heard about...? Are they beautiful? Are they expensive?"

Ali: "(_)?"

…

The next day, early morning.

Zhang Jiuyang returned to his home in Qingzhou City with Ao Ya and Ah Li.

Qingji was practicing stick skills alone on the pond, his small body waving a big mace. The water flow rolled like a water dragon under his control, and then sprinkled on the flowers and plants in the courtyard.

Those were vegetables grown by his second sister, and he had to take good care of them.

We want the freshest dishes to be served as soon as the owner comes back.

When he saw Zhang Jiuyang coming back, he showed an excited smile, stepped on the water dragon and came to Zhang Jiuyang, cheering.

Especially when he heard that Zhang Jiuyang came back specially to take him to Yangzhou with him, Xiao Qingji's eyes even became wet.

"Master, I thought you thought I was too weak and didn't want me to follow you..."

Zhang Jiuyang was startled, and then he understood why Qingji worked so hard to practice stick skills. He felt that he was too weak and was worried about being rejected.

No wonder he was willing to get into that kind of place last time. This little guy had actually been holding back his energy and desperately wanted to help him.

Qing Ji is loyal by nature and will only be loyal to the person who gave him his name throughout his life. Even if that person dies, he will only wait until he dies at the place where he first met his master.

When Zhang Jiuyang heard what Yue Ling said before, he didn't have much emotion. Now seeing him working so hard and happy, he felt quite sad.

"Okay, pack your things and get ready to go."

It's quite a distance from here to Yangzhou. Zhang Jiuyang didn't want to waste time and was ready to leave immediately.

But Qingji said: "Master, there is a man in white clothes who has been wandering in front of our house for the past two days. I scared him away several times, but he still won't give up."

As soon as he finished speaking, his nose moved, as if he smelled that person again.

"Master, he seems to be here again!"

Zhang Jiuyang's heart stirred. Was someone looking for him, or was his family concerned about a thief?

He opened the door, and sure enough he saw a young man wandering outside, dressed in mourning clothes, as if a relative at home had just passed away.

When he saw Zhang Jiuyang, the man's eyes lit up and he quickly stepped forward to ask.

"May I ask if you are the master of Zhang Mansion, Zhang Jiuyang?"

"Yes, I am, you are..."

Zhang Jiuyang confirmed that he had not seen this young man.

When the man heard him saying that he was Zhang Jiuyang, he seemed relieved and quickly took out a letter from his arms and handed it over.

"This is the last letter my father left before his death, and it is for you."

My father?

Zhang Jiuyang took the letter and asked: "Who is your father?"

"My father, Du Weinian, has been doing fortune telling all his life. He is good at the six-line hexagram technique and is known as Du Shen Guan..."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved. Did Du Shen, who had a chance encounter with him, pass away?

It's strange. He gave the other party advice and helped him achieve the first level. He could at least live for a few more years. How could he die suddenly?

"Isn't your father's body in good health? Why did he pass away suddenly?"

Zhang Jiuyang did not open the letter, but first asked about the cause of Du Shensuan's death.

Although they only met once, the old man who was pious, enthusiastic and kind left a deep impression on him.

He often read the book on the Six-Yao Gua Technique and was quite inspired by it.

The man sighed softly and said: "Since the incident with the young general, my father has been practicing harder as if possessed by a demon. He has also come to ask you for advice many times, but you are often not at home, so I have never seen him."

"I saw that my father's spirit was better than before, so I just let him go. Unexpectedly, one night, my father suddenly laughed loudly and said that he had enlightened and understood the true meaning of the six-line hexagram technique."

"From then on, my father was like a prophet who could predict the future. Every hexagram was extremely efficacious, such as rainfall. He said that the next day there would be clouds at no time, thunder at Shen time, rain at You time, and enough rain at Xu time, and a total of two feet and three feet of water would be obtained. Inch zero thirty-four.”

"The results the next day were no worse at all!"

When Zhang Jiuyang heard this, a strange color appeared in his eyes.

Du Shensuan's six-yao hexagram technique had some qualities, but it was by no means as powerful as this. What did he realize, and why did he die suddenly?

The man continued: "Then one day, my father said that he was not very lucky and had no chance to understand the true meaning of hexagrams in his life. It was because he met a noble person and helped him change his life, and that noble person is you."

"Two days ago, my father suddenly called me to his side. He said that his life was over, and there was a lack of an arithmetic and accounting clerk in the underworld. A ghost official was about to take him down, so he called me back to take care of his funeral arrangements."

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked. Du Shensuan's attainments in the hexagram technique actually shocked the underworld?

"But my father said that he has not yet repaid your kindness, so he finally calculated for you and wrote this letter, asking me to send it to you no matter what."

Zhang Jiuyang finally understood the cause and effect.

For a moment, the envelope in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

He was just doing it casually, a little favor, but the other party remembered it in his heart, even before his death.

Slowly opening the envelope, Zhang Jiuyang saw the lines of handwriting. Strangely, there were mottled bloodstains on the paper.

It seemed that the person who wrote the letter was coughing up blood while picking up the pen.

The first line had only eight big characters.

"The world line is gold, you can't go south!"

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked. Go south?

Isn't Yangzhou just south of Qingzhou?

If there hadn't been this letter, he would have probably packed his bags and was on his way south, and this time he was going to fight to the death with the Painted Skin Master.

Could it be that...he would be the one to die in the end?