The God and Buddha are actually me

Yi Zhuang, kitchen.

The coffin keeper took out a bell and shook it gently in his hand, making a crisp sound.

Then, many coffins trembled, and the yellow talismans on them turned into flames and burned into ashes, and the coffin boards were blown away with a bang.

Several pairs of big hands with long nails poked out of the coffins, some with white hair, and some with black hair.

Zombies jumped out of the coffins one by one.

Not all coffins were zombies. Some coffins did contain dead bodies, and they were all skinned, rotten flesh and blood, and exuded a foul smell.

"It's time to eat."

With the order of the coffin keeper, the white-haired zombies began to eat the rotten corpses, and the black-haired zombies followed the coffin keeper to the kitchen.

"Today there is a big meal, no one is allowed to grab it, come one by one."

The coffin keeper shook the bell while removing the stone on the pot lid. The moment he opened the lid, he showed a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

Although he had cooked many people before, this was the first time for such a young child.

Thinking of those big, black, bright, innocent eyes, he sighed softly.

He specially put a kind of herb in the pot, which would release a faint smell after cooking, and would not wake up even if he died.

This was his last bit of conscience.

He opened the lid of the pot, and there was steam coming out. In the white mist, a small figure could be vaguely seen, curled up in a ball.

Hmm?

The coffin keeper quickly realized that something was wrong. Why was there no meat aroma?

And where were all the side dishes and condiments in my pot?

After dispersing the smoke, he saw a chubby little girl lying in the leftover soup, wearing black clothes and black hair, sleeping soundly at the bottom of the pot, with soup stains at the corners of her mouth.

Her little belly was round, and she not only ate all the side dishes, but also almost drank up the soup!

Her snoring was deafening.

The coffin keeper touched the bottom of the pot, and his finger was burned and a blister appeared. He looked at the sleeping little girl with a face full of shock.

What on earth is she?

How could she sleep so soundly in such a hot pot?

A zombie couldn't wait any longer, and pounced on Ao Ya, lifted her up with both hands, opened his mouth and bit the most tender neck.

However, the next moment, there was a click.

The two sharp fangs of the zombie were actually... broken?

The coffin keeper widened his eyes, and it was hard to believe his eyes. This was a black zombie. Ordinary white zombies were invulnerable to swords and guns, and had infinite strength, while black zombies were not afraid of ordinary fire, but only afraid of sunlight.

Their fangs could bite off not only flesh and blood, but also pure gold and black iron!

But the fact was that the zombie's teeth were indeed broken, and even the evil spirits screamed in pain at this moment.

This sound finally woke Ao Ya up.

She woke up in a daze and gestured to the coffin keeper, asking why he didn't cook it anymore, as it would be more comfortable if it was hot.

Another zombie pounced and tried to bite Ao Ya.

This time, Ao Ya finally got angry. Who hasn't been in a bad mood since waking up?

She opened her mouth, and her chubby head suddenly turned into a huge dragon head, with horns like a deer, a head like a camel, eyes like a rabbit, a neck like a snake, and sharp fangs like saw teeth, except for the front teeth where a piece was missing.

Crack!

She actually bit off the zombie's head in one bite, but the next moment, she immediately spit it out and spit several times.

It tasted terrible, it was really terrible!

"Monster, monster!"

The coffin keeper looked at the monster with a dragon head and a human body, and was horrified. Driven by fear, he shook the bell in his hand frantically.

In an instant, the zombies who heard the bell came to the kitchen and bit Ao Ya.

Boom!

A dragon tail about two feet long swung past, with black scales standing up, shining coldly in the night, like a steel whip full of spikes, sweeping across the waists of many zombies.

The black zombie was whipped away, its body sunken, while the white zombie was directly cut in half, with green blood flowing out.

Ao Ya completely turned into a ten-foot-long black dragon, making an overbearing dragon roar, with deep hostility in his two scarlet lantern-like pupils.

Why don't you let me sleep!

The coffin keeper was so scared that his soul was gone. He had no fighting spirit and ordered the zombies to kill Ao Ya, while he ran away.

It was so scary, that man's daughter... turned out to be a dragon?

However, not long after running, he suddenly fell to the ground and slid backwards.

Ao Ya turned into a little girl again, stretched out her hand to grab one of his legs, and dragged him into the kitchen, no matter how he struggled and begged for mercy.

The scene in the kitchen was even more shocking to him.

There were broken arms and limbs everywhere, and the ground was almost stained with green blood. Several zombie heads were crushed and splattered everywhere.

He almost vomited.

Looking at this seemingly harmless little girl, he felt deeply terrified.

What kind of monster did he... provoke?

Wait, if this little girl is a dragon, then Zhang Jiuyang, who claims to be her father, is also...

...

"You are indeed a cultivator."

In the mountain temple, Jingxing slowly opened his eyes. He no longer looked like an immortal, but his face was pale, and a strong yin energy emerged from his body.

The pair of clear and bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow at this moment, staring at Zhang Jiuyang beside the fire.

"Master Jingxing, you, what are you..."

Su Lingshan couldn't help asking.

"He has become a ghost."

Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly and said, "The souls of people eaten by the tiger monster will be enslaved by it and become ghosts. They often induce others to be eaten by the tiger monster. This is the origin of being a tiger's accomplice."

Jingxing's eyes were gloomy and he said, "I have used a secret method to cover up my breath. When did you find out?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "You have revealed too many flaws."

"In the charity house, the ghosts you talked to did not die in the tiger monster's mouth. They were just lonely ghosts that you caught to act. Your acting skills are good, but they are still lacking. The group Actors, you also need to improve your acting skills. "

"And the fire talisman you used to disperse the owls in the forest turned out to be a dark blue flame, which is Yin Fire. Because you are already a ghost, you naturally cannot activate Yang Fire. "

"The most important thing is that after entering the mountain temple, you said you wanted to meditate and regulate your breath, but in fact you didn't dare to warm yourself by the fire. After all, how can a Yin ghost dare to approach Yang Fire? "

After that, Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and said, "Master Jingxing, you don't need to refute, just come to the fire and warm yourself, and I will believe you. "

Jingxing hesitated to move.

"Of course, even if you fill in all the loopholes, you can't deceive me, because the first time I saw you, I knew you were a ghost. "

After that, a golden light flashed between Zhang Jiuyang's eyebrows, and a pupil-like vertical mark appeared.

Under the golden light, Jingxing completely revealed his true form, his body became bloody and fleshy, and his stomach was ripped open, as if he had been eaten by a wild beast.

Liu Zifeng and Su Lingshan were horrified and immediately drew their swords, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"The third realm, the small Zhoutian!"

Jingxing stared at Zhang Jiuyang, his eyes full of jealousy.

"I have been practicing hard for decades, and I have only reached the third realm when I am old. But you have reached the third realm at the age of twenty, and you have opened the Dharma Eye, which is one in a million. Why!"

"Why is God so unfair to me? What did I do wrong?"

Jingxing said angrily: "I have been exorcising demons and curing diseases and saving people all my life, but God has never given me any merit. I was killed by a tiger and became a ghost. Why!!"

His face was distorted and his voice was sharp. He said: "How can a genius like you understand my situation? But it doesn't matter. You will become a ghost like me soon!"

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Jiuyang knew that he had been affected by resentment. He shook his head and sighed: "You led us here, isn't it because this is the place where tiger monsters eat people?"

The reason why owls live in groups is because there are too many people who have died here. Batches of innocent people were led here by ghosts and then eaten by tiger monsters.

The next moment, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the temple, and a tiger roar sounded, loud, powerful, and domineering, full of the aura of a king.

Boom!

Amidst the lightning and thunder, a huge figure gradually approached the mountain temple. It was several feet long and drove an invisible demonic wind. The wind and rain automatically avoided the snow-white hair, and the word "king" on its forehead was shocking.

It turned out to be a white-browed tiger with demonic aura!

It was domineering as it walked, making thunderous sounds all over its body, and a pair of amber pupils showed a humanized look.

It was like a king who woke up and came to enjoy a sumptuous meal.

Su Lingshan was frightened and pale, and her hand holding the sword was shaking slightly. The shock from the depths of her soul almost ruined 80% of her martial arts.

Zhang Jiuyang showed a trace of solemnity.

What a strong pressure!

This white tiger seemed to have an extraordinary origin, not an ordinary tiger demon. Zhang Jiuyang was also a person who often dealt with dragons, but even so, he felt a sense of oppression.

Of course, he was not afraid.

Before going up the mountain, Zhang Jiuyang had asked A Li to calculate that this trip would be safe. He also used the six-line hexagram technique to calculate that it was not a bad omen.

This shows that the tiger demon's Taoism is not that high.

Just looking at the momentum and pressure, Zhang Jiuyang felt a little pressure.

"The mountain king is here, you are all going to die!"

Jingxing floated out of the door, but a gust of cold wind slammed the door shut, and a figure in a red skirt appeared in front of him, holding pink double swords, and long hair moving without wind.

"Brother Jiu, did you let you go?"

Jingxing's face changed. As a ghost, he felt a deep sense of oppression from the other party.

Although he was a third-level cultivator in his lifetime, he became a ghost after death, and his cultivation level was not as good as before. Now he is at best a ghost level. Facing the fierce red-clothed ghost, he is naturally like facing a formidable enemy.

However, he has an advantage that ordinary ghosts do not have - talismans!

He waved his hand and scattered a few yellow talismans, pinched his fingers and chanted a spell.

The next moment, the yellow talisman burst into a faint golden light, as if it came alive, and it took the initiative to stick to the little red-clothed ghost girl.

Ah Li swung the knife at the talisman, but strangely, the yellow talisman with golden light was particularly tough, sticking to the blade like a piece of taffy.

Ah Li's figure froze.

Jingxing took the opportunity to run out of the door, but the next moment, the yellow talisman attached to the blade was stained with blood, and a talisman with black words on white paper was attached to Jingxing's back.

Walking Yin Secret Talisman, Soul Control Talisman

In an instant, Jingxing was unable to move. He had to do whatever Ah Li did, just like a puppet.

Ah Li retreated, and he had to retreat too, until he retreated to the fire.

Ah Li was a fierce evil spirit with a strong yin aura. He was also conferred by the Duchang God King Talisman, so he was not afraid of fire, but Jingxing was different. He screamed and black smoke kept coming out of his body.

Roar!

The tiger demon outside the temple roared, calling its ghosts back, but for some reason today, the ghosts stayed in the temple and never left.

It showed a trace of caution and hesitated to step into the mountain temple.

But it didn't go in, and the temple door opened by itself.

A handsome figure in white appeared at the door, holding a charred head in his hand. It was the ghost Jingxing. His eyes were still blinking, and he shouted for help from the mountain king.

Ali followed Zhang Jiuyang with a knife. Seeing such a big tiger, his eyes were shining, and he gestured with the kitchen knife from time to time.

"Brother Jiu, I heard that tigers are all treasures. Tiger bones, tiger meat, tiger skin and tiger whip are all very precious. Such a big one must be able to sell for a lot of money!"

Zhang Jiuyang said lightly: "Yue Ling's grandmother is about to celebrate her 70th birthday. It's just right to kill this tiger demon and peel off the tiger skin as a birthday gift."

"Ah? Do you want to give it?"

Ali drooped her little face.

"Stupid, does Old Lady Shen need that little money? If she's happy, she might give you a few mansions."

"Ali doesn't want a mansion, Ali wants gold!"

"How vulgar."

"Then ask for a lot of beautiful maids, let them all come to warm Brother Jiu's bed!"

"Ahem, you have good eyes, Brother Jiu loves you well."

The tiger demon listened to the two people shamelessly dividing its body in front of it, and its anger surged instantly, and it roared.

The evil wind rose.

Dragons follow clouds, tigers follow wind.

The tiger demon is born with the ability to control the wind, and this big white-browed tiger with hanging eyes is the darling of the wind. The evil wind it controls is as sharp as a knife, like the legendary strong wind that can scrape people's skin and flesh.

Faced with this fierce evil wind, Zhang Jiuyang did not move at all.

The five thunder talismans he wore were triggered, and the lightning flashed around him, and the magnificent thunder energy shook away the evil wind in front of him.

The sharp evil wind seemed to be split by a sharp blade, blowing to both sides, leaving the mountain temple full of messy marks.

"It's the thunder talisman, he has the thunder talisman to protect him!"

Jingxing's head shouted loudly.

Zhang Jiuyang didn't care, he pointed casually, and the sword came!

Clang!

A red sword flew out of Ah Li's mouth, which was the Devil Slaying Sword.

In order to make it easier to carry, she usually swallowed the Devil Slaying Sword and its sheath into her stomach, which was simply a mobile arsenal.

Seeing the flying sword attack, the tiger demon was shocked. It controlled the evil wind to dodge quickly, but a few strands of hair were still cut off by the sword energy.

In an instant, it was furious and spoke human words.

"Don't hurt my skin!!"

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly, sensing something wrong.

He raised his other hand and urged the thunder energy. The next moment, the thunder light in his palm was bright, and thunders broke through the air, blasting through the cloud barrier and hitting the tiger demon.

In the mountain temple, Su Lingshan and Liu Zifeng stared blankly at the man in white who held up the thunder with one hand and controlled the flying sword with the other, and suddenly felt extremely unfamiliar.

"Brother, I remember that there seems to be a rumor that the strange man who can attract thunder to kill bandits seems to like to wear white clothes..."

Liu Zifeng's eyes were full of envy.

"So Brother Zhang is that strange man."

"Luckily he is here this time, otherwise we might have been buried in the tiger's mouth."

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