The God and Buddha are actually me

It turned out to be the Ghost Slaying Sword!

Zhang Jiuyang was overjoyed. Ever since he experienced the power of the Ghost Slaying Sword in the Sea of ​​Consciousness last time, he has been thinking about it all the time.

The sword of the Heavenly Master Zhong Kui is really a magical object for killing ghosts and beheading evil!

He didn't expect that this time, after absorbing a lot of faith, the visualization map really gave the method of refining the Ghost Slaying Sword.

Thank you, Master Zhong Kui!

Bless the mighty Saint of the House!

However, it seems that the visualization map can only teach him magic skills, or the method of refining magic weapons, and cannot directly give him physical objects.

But even so, it is already a great opportunity for Zhang Jiuyang.

What's more, there is more than one visualization map.

During this period, he basically figured out the secret of the visualization map. When he obtains the visualization map of a certain god or Buddha, he can have a certain iconic magical power of that god or Buddha, such as Zhong Kui's ghost eating.

However, his cultivation was too low to control the power of the gods, and the side effects were also great, so he needed to use it with caution.

On the other hand, as the belief in the gods and Buddhas spread, after absorbing a certain amount of incense power, the visualization map would also pass down magical powers and spells to help Zhang Jiuyang grow faster.

Mutual benefit.

Of course, he still had a lot of places to explore slowly about the visualization map.

Opening his eyes, he smiled.

"Brother Jiu, is your practice breaking through again?"

Ah Li's eyes were full of envy.

As a ghost, she could not practice the Fire Dragon and Water Tiger Map, and could only rely on instinct to swallow the moon every night, and her progress was very slow.

"I guess so."

Zhang Jiuyang touched her head and smiled, "Next, I'm going to buy something."

"What?"

"Sword!"

...

Zhang Jiuyang bought the best sword in the blacksmith shop in the town. It was made of 100-forged fine iron, about three feet and three inches long, and the cold light was shining.

It cost a full thirty taels of silver.

Fortunately, Old Master Cui was generous and gave two gold ingots, otherwise the money earned from fortune-telling these days would not be enough.

It's not that Zhang Jiuyang had to buy an expensive one, but the sword-making method given by the visualization diagram emphasized that a good sword must be selected as the embryo.

The better the quality of the sword, the greater the success rate of refining the ghost-slaying sword.

That night, Zhang Jiuyang fasted and bathed, rested his body and mind, and even stopped practicing temporarily, just for tomorrow's sword-making.

The next day, noon.

The scorching sun was like fire, stretching across the south direction, illuminating the blue sky.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like torches.

He pushed open the door, wearing a loose green Taoist robe, black boots on his feet, his hair loose and his sword in his hands, his eyes were like lightning.

After a night of rest, it was the peak of his spirit.

"It's time, A Li, stay away."

The Yin Ou took small steps and hid behind the door with difficulty, only revealing a small head, with nervous and uneasy eyes.

Brother Nine seemed to be going to do something extraordinary.

She wanted to predict it, but as soon as this thought came to her mind, she felt as if something sharp had stabbed her mind.

Her intuition told her that it was something that scared her very much.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were clear. He raised the sword in his hand, bit his fingertips, and wrote the Seven Stars Treasure Scroll on it with his own blood.

In the complicated runes, the shape of the Big Dipper could be vaguely seen, which was very mysterious.

It was magical to say that when Zhang Jiuyang wrote the last stroke in one go, the Seven Stars Treasure Scroll written in blood gradually disappeared and hid in the sword body.

Buzz!

The originally ordinary long sword suddenly jumped up and made a series of sword sounds.

The Treasure Scroll was enchanted with spirit!

This means that the first step has been successful. With the power of the Seven Stars Treasure Scroll, the spirituality of this sword was enchanted.

The next step is the second step, true fire refining essence.

Zhang Jiuyang held the long sword high, stepped on the Gang step, and chanted something in his mouth.

"The Southern Emperor's Fire Essence, the Western Emperor's Golden Liquid, the Blazing Kun Steel, forge my magic sword!"

Instantly, the pure Yang Qi descended from the sky and poured into the sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand, and the whole yard seemed to become even hotter.

With a bang, the sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand actually caught fire, with a magnificent sound.

A Li was frightened and shrank her head, feeling that the surroundings seemed to have suddenly turned into a furnace, extremely hot. If she hadn't been hiding in the Yin Oupu and was far away, her soul would probably be seriously injured.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were fixed on the sword in the flames, and he secretly raised his breath.

It must succeed!

This second step is very dangerous. The so-called Southern Bing Ding Essence refers to the pure Yang Fire, which uses the power of the sun to further temper the sword and make it shed its mortal body.

This is also the reason why a sword is needed as a sword embryo. How can an ordinary sword withstand the domineering and hot pure Yang fire?

Yin!

The sword that had just been born with spirituality made painful sword sounds, and the sword body trembled more violently.

Under Zhang Jiuyang's nervous gaze, it finally made a crisp sound.

It's broken!

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked, and saw that the flames on the sword body quickly dissipated, and the pure yang energy also dissipated without a trace, leaving only a black sword embryo.

The most important thing is that the sword body is full of spider-web-like cracks.

Zhang Jiuyang was so distressed.

Thirty taels of silver, wasted!

Obviously, this sword, which is already a very good sword in Yunhe County, does not meet the requirements of refining the ghost-slaying sword.

After a long time, he sighed lightly and carefully put the sword into the sheath.

In any case, this failure also gave him more experience, especially in the selection of sword embryos, the higher the quality, the better.

But this sword worth thirty taels of silver is already pretty good. The blacksmith also said it was his ancestral sword and he would never sell it if he didn't have a lot of money.

Where should he go to find a better sword?

"Brother Jiu, let's eat first. You didn't eat yesterday."

A Li brought out many delicious meals from the kitchen. She often went to the county restaurant to learn from the masters these days, and her skills have improved a lot.

Braised tofu, steamed crucian carp, and a big steamed bun.

It's delicious.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at her worried eyes and smiled.

Isn't it just a failure?

Why do you have to be so depressed here? The road of cultivation is bumpy. Without a heart that fights again and again and perseveres, how can you reach the end?

"Okay, let's eat."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, and his eyebrows became clear again.

...

Three days later, the news of the death of Old Master Cui began to spread.

This wealthy businessman, who had a fortune, beautiful wives and concubines, was unable to take anything away in the end, which was quite sad.

As for the family property, it was passed on to the youngest son who was known for his filial piety.

Zhang Jiuyang couldn't help shaking his head when he heard the news. Everyone has their own destiny. The old man couldn't change his romantic habits, so he had to bear the knife above his head.

He took money to do things, and he had said everything he should say, so he had no regrets.

Two days later, it was the Zhongyuan Festival.

Zhongyuan Festival is the name of Taoism, and the folks also call it the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Ancestor Worship Festival, and Buddhism calls it the Yulan Festival.

Legend has it that the gates of hell are wide open on this day, and it is the time of the year when the yin energy is the strongest.

A Li was at home, and Zhang Jiuyang went to burn paper for Blind Lin alone.

No matter what, he was nominally Lin's apprentice, and if it weren't for the few treasures left by Blind Lin, he would not have survived in Yunniang's hands.

However, when he came to Blind Lin's tomb, he was slightly stunned.

There was already a pile of paper ash in front of the grave.

Has anyone come to pay tribute?

Zhang Jiuyang was a little confused. According to his understanding, Blind Lin had a bad temper and had few friends in the county, let alone relatives.

Uncle Jiang was also dead. Who else would come to pay tribute to Blind Lin except for his fake apprentice?

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head. Maybe Blind Lin had other friends.

He squatted down and started burning paper money.

"Master, if you know about this in the afterlife, please bless your apprentice to turn misfortune into good fortune and practice smoothly."

"I know there is something strange about your death, but I am limited in my ability now and can't do anything about it. Don't blame me, and don't come to me..."

I don't know if it was because of this sentence, but a gust of cold wind suddenly blew around.

Wow!

The paper money was blown everywhere.

Zhang Jiuyang's expression was serious, and his hands had already formed a killing ghost seal.

"Master Zhang, Master Zhang..."

A faint voice sounded behind him, full of pain and pleading.

Zhang Jiuyang turned around and his eyes suddenly condensed.

An old man in shroud stood there, looking sad, and bowed to him.

It turned out to be Old Master Cui!

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