The God and Buddha are actually me

There are as many red spider lilies as stars?

Zhang Jiuyang took a breath of cold air, and at the same time, his heart was a little hot.

If he could get the formula of agarwood, wouldn't he have an endless supply of agarwood?

Not only can it make the army of rampant soldiers become stronger quickly and cultivate a terrifying army of ghosts and gods, but it can also make his own cultivation brave and advanced, and quickly break through the realm.

The most important thing is that the medicinal power of incense is mild, unlike elixirs that can cause elixir poison if taken too much.

He suddenly realized that the underworld seemed to be an undeveloped treasure land, and just a piece of red spider lilies was so helpful to him.

Of course, the underworld is also dangerous. If Ah Li hadn't had the experience of the second master to teach him this time, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to come back.

"Ali, what does the underworld look like?"

Zhang Jiuyang was a little curious. He had been to Mount Yanfu, where Yin and Yang meet, and had seen Huangquan, but he was only at the outermost edge and had never gone deep into the real underworld.

Ah Li thought for a moment and said, "I first floated along a yellow river. By the way, there were red-haired monkey-like monsters in the river."

"Then I saw a bridge and floated up. Then everything in front of me lost its color, leaving only black and white. There was fog all around, and I couldn't see anything clearly until I chanted Grandpa Du's name and calculated his position..."

Ah Li told everything she had experienced, and she was still a little reluctant to finish.

"Brother Jiu, I will pick more red spider lilies next time!"

I didn't expect these flowers to be so valuable. It was a miscalculation.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled, touched her head, and said, "The art of walking in the underworld can only be used once every seven days. Don't worry, let's pack up and go to Yangzhou."

Although he didn't get any further information from Du Shensuan, and only got a fan and a crazy talk about steamed buns, Zhang Jiuyang still planned to go to Yangzhou.

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he went to the tiger mountain.

It's not recklessness, but confidence in the visualization map.

He had already made up his mind. When he arrived in Yangzhou, he would first find a way to spread the faith of Wang Lingguan, whether it was novels or operas, or even let Ali's men pretend to be Wang Lingguan and show their spirits everywhere.

In short, he wanted to swipe a wave of visualization pictures!

The hundreds of thousands of people in Yangzhou were a huge treasure house for him.

"Brother Jiu, I'm done packing!"

Ali was carrying a big bag, with a round belly, obviously packed with things.

In the yard, Ao Ya was playing with Qingji.

She swallowed Qingji in one gulp, and then Qingji cleverly drilled out of her ear, giggling, like a child playing on a slide.

Really a little expert in drilling holes.

"Let's go!"

With Zhang Jiuyang's call, Qingji flapped his wings and flew over with a mace, like a small yellow fly, landing in Zhang Jiuyang's hair.

Ao Ya had eaten all the perch in the pond. He smacked his lips a few times and flew out of the pond. The mighty black dragon turned into a little girl crawling on all fours, showing a toothless smile to Zhang Jiuyang.

Everyone locked the door and bid farewell to this warm home for the time being, and also bid farewell to Qingzhou City where they had lived for a long time.

Paper horses pulled the carriage, and paper people hurried on the road.

When the carriage drove out of Qingzhou City, Zhang Jiuyang lifted the curtain and took a deep look at this lively and peaceful ancient city.

The journey was long and difficult, and life and death were unpredictable.

But he believed that one day, he would come back.

…

Qintianjian, Jianzhengyuan.

Zhuge Yunhu was wearing a plain cloth and lying on the armchair. It was summer, but he covered his legs with a thin blanket.

He was holding a book and reading it quietly. There were a few obvious big words on the outside of the book.

"How to be a good Jianzheng."

He was amazed as he read.

"There is such a posture? This Mr. Liaozhai knows a lot..."

He was actually reading "Rou Bo Tuan", but to prevent his subordinates from finding out, he put a self-made book cover on the outside.

The door was knocked, and Xu Jianhou of Tianji Pavilion came in and delivered a piece of information.

"Jianzheng, Zhang Jiuyang has set off, and the direction should be Yangzhou."

Xu Jianhou was puzzled and said: "Why do you pay so close attention to a kid who has just entered the third realm? Although he does have some talent, he is in the third realm at the age of 19 and has cultivated a rare Dharma Eye. He is a talent, but there are also better people in my Qintianjian."

"Is it just because he is the periphery of Longhu?"

As the Jianhou of Tianji Pavilion, in his opinion, it is a bit of a waste to use a lot of resources to pay close attention to a junior who is just starting out.

If it weren't for the request of the Jianzheng, he would never do this.

The supervisor slowly closed the book in his hand, smiled faintly, and said: "To evaluate a person, we should not only look at his cultivation, realm, and character, but also look at... how others see him."

"Longhu has never protected a person so much, even at the expense of public affairs."

Xu Jianhou nodded and said: "This is what I want to say. Longhu seems to have acted on impulse recently. For example, you asked her to host the Yanluo case, but she immediately took people to Qingzhou to find Zhang Jiuyang."

After hesitating for a while, he still suggested: "Once this woman is moved, her judgment will inevitably be affected, and sometimes it will even delay the overall situation. Although Longhu is outstanding, he can't escape the emotional barrier after all."

He usually has a good relationship with Yue Ling and is also a good friend of Duke Dingguo.

But he is also the supervisor of the Imperial Observatory.

Thus, although he hesitated, he still said it out, thinking that Yue Ling was not suitable to host the Yan Luo case at present.

Zhuge Yunhu shook his head and smiled when he heard it, saying: "If Long Hu is really moved and has the idea of ​​getting married, that would be a good thing. You know how anxious her father is about this matter, and that old lady Shen can't wait to hold her great-grandson..."

Xu Jianhou's face was anxious, and he was about to speak but was stopped by Zhuge Yunhu.

"Long Hu is definitely not an emotional person."

His voice was particularly calm, and there seemed to be an inexplicable power in his warm eyes, firm, confident, and outstanding.

That ordinary face, because of the embellishment of these eyes, suddenly became outstanding.

"What's more, besides Long Hu, do you know what Li Yan thinks of Zhang Jiuyang?"

Xu Jianhou was stunned. Li Yan was a famous cold and arrogant doctor in Lingtai. Except for Yue Ling, he ignored everyone. Sometimes, even if he saw him, he didn't even say hello.

Such a proud person doesn't even take some of the Jianhou seriously.

"Li Yan said that Zhang Jiuyang is a person who is worthy of life and death. Although his cultivation is not high now, there will always be a day when he will fly to the sky and be famous all over the world."

Xu Jianhou remained silent. He didn't expect that Li Yan's evaluation of Zhang Jiuyang would be so high.

Zhang Jiuyang is indeed unique because he can be praised so highly by two proud people.

"Of course, there is another more important reason why I asked you to pay attention to his movements."

"What reason?"

Zhuge Yunhu patted the book in his hand and smiled, "He writes a good story."

When Xu Jianhou left, Zhuge Yunhu sat up, picked up the pen and wrote three words on the white paper on the table.

Zhang Jiuyang.

He looked at these three words with deep eyes. Even if the ink dripped on the paper and spread, he remained indifferent.

…

"Brother Jiu, it's raining, I'll hold an umbrella for you!"

On the way to Yangzhou, Ah Li sat on a tall horse, holding a banana leaf she picked casually in her hand to protect Zhang Jiuyang, who was leading the horse, from the rain.

The one bad thing about a paper carriage is that it is afraid of water.

It gets wet when it comes into contact with water and becomes sticky.

There is less rainfall in the Qingzhou area, but the closer it is to Yangzhou, the more frequent the rainfall, and the more humid it is.

Therefore, the origami secret technique is not convenient, so Zhang Jiuyang simply bought a horse and used it to travel. When it rains, the road is slippery, so he leads the horse.

Ao Ya lay softly on the horse's back and fell asleep, snoring loudly.

The horse was trembling when walking. In the eyes of others, Ao Ya was just a little girl, but the pressure from the real dragon made this fierce horse obedient to the extreme.

"Brother Jiu, when can we reach Yangzhou? We have been walking for so many days..."

A Li asked with some boredom while using banana leaves to shield him from the rain and swinging her calves on the horse's back.

She couldn't wait to kill, kill, kill, what's the point of this kind of rain, if it's going to rain, it's going to be bloody rain!

Zhang Jiuyang was dressed in white and tied his hair with a wooden hairpin. Although the hair on his forehead was slightly wet by the rain, it looked more elegant.

He smiled slightly and said, "It's almost there. After crossing the Tiger Hill in front, we should be in the territory of Yangzhou."

During this trip to Yangzhou, he was not in a hurry to travel, but deliberately slowed down his pace, treating it as a tour of the mountains and rivers, and experiencing the travel of the ancients.

He also wanted to take a good look at the world with his own eyes.

Daqian was indeed in chaos.

Along the way, he encountered several corpses on the side of the road. It seemed that they had encountered thieves. The bodies were exposed in the wilderness. No one cared about them, and no officials came to deal with them.

As for beggars along the way, there were not a few.

Zhang Jiuyang himself had encountered robbers blocking his way several times. Feeling the murderous aura on the other side, he had no mercy and directly used the palm thunder to smash them into ashes, and their souls flew away.

There was even a strange story that the thunder from heaven only struck the evil people, which made many robbers dare not make trouble on rainy days.

It was not until approaching Yangzhou that such chaos was reduced a lot.

At dusk, the rain stopped.

An inn was looming, with a wooden structure covered with moss, with an ancient and decayed atmosphere, which looked a bit weird in the setting sun.

On the outside, there was a dark yellow flag fluttering in the wind. It was not as soft as cloth, but like animal leather, with four big characters written on it.

Ruyi Inn.

Zhang Jiuyang's footsteps paused slightly.

The golden light flashed in the Dharma Eye between his eyebrows.

His expression suddenly became intriguing.

"Brother, there is an inn here, great!"

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded, and two figures came on horseback from a distance, a man and a woman, the man was handsome and unrestrained, and the woman was charming and attractive, which could be described as a perfect match.

Both of them were equipped with long swords, their eyes were bright, and their breath was long, and they did not look like ordinary people.

Zhang Jiuyang did not feel the fluctuation of mana from them, but there was a strange breath, not as pure and broad as mana, but more like the essence of grains and the breath of flesh and blood.

The woman saw Zhang Jiuyang on horseback. She could see Ao Ya, but not A Li. When the two just appeared, A Li got into the Yin Oupu in advance.

Seeing Ao Ya, such a young girl, wet on the horse's back, was very pitiful.

When a bug flew by, she opened her mouth to eat it, obviously she was very hungry.

"Hey, your daughter is so young, how can she get wet in the rain?"

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang in plain clothes and wearing a wooden hairpin, he thought he had no money, so he took out a tael of silver from his pocket.

With a flick of his hand, the broken silver was nailed into the tree next to Zhang Jiuyang like a hidden weapon, and it penetrated three inches into the wood.

"Buy some delicious food for your daughter and make some ginger soup. Don't let her catch the cold. The same goes for you. How can you walk around the world with such a young daughter?"

She shook her head, looked at Ao Ya's lovely fleshy face, and said sympathetically: "There is an inn ahead, take her to have a rest quickly."

"Thank you, Heroine."

Zhang Jiuyang did not explain, but just reminded out of good intentions: "There seems to be something wrong with the inn in front. It is best for the heroine not to stay there."

Before the woman could say anything, her senior brother had already arrived on horseback and said with a smile: "We Lingnan heroes have traveled all over the country and have never encountered any danger. Even if it is a black shop, we can still live in it!"

He patted the sword on his waist and said boldly: "Brother, you can go live with your daughter, I will keep you safe!"

Zhang Jiuyang: "..."