The God and Buddha are actually me

"Daozhang Zhang, you can indeed see me..."

When Mr. Cui saw Zhang Jiuyang looking at him, he seemed very excited and almost burst into tears.

"Please also ask Taoist Zhang to save this old man!"

He bowed deeply and saluted.

Zhang Jiuyang let go of Jieyin's hand, looked at him quietly, and said, "Mr. Cui, what I need to say was already said by Pindao three days ago. It's useless for you to come to me."

He doesn't have the ability to bring people back to life.

Mr. Cui regretted and said, "I regret not listening to what the Taoist Master said. I really should divorce that poisonous woman!"

After a pause, he continued: "Taking advantage of the strong yin energy during the Ghost Festival, I can reluctantly come to see the Taoist Priest. This is not to make a living, but to ask the Taoist Priest to help me escape!"

"Old man...it's really painful!"

As he spoke, he untied his shroud, revealing his thin upper body.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes suddenly condensed.

I saw that half of his body was severely burned, and the other half was black and purple like frostbite, with some frost hanging on it.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Jiuyang asked aloud.

Mr. Cui was about to speak, but suddenly his body trembled, he let out a cry of pain, and his figure became weaker and weaker.

"Daozhang Zhang, save me. I have a three-hundred-year-old ginseng in my home. I would like to donate it to——"

His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped.

The paper money flying around slowly fell down, and everything returned to calm.

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a long time, and finally sighed softly.

"I didn't expect that today's first guest would be a ghost."

…

Before he reached the door of his home, Zhang Jiuyang saw a figure circling in the doorway from a distance, which looked a little unusual.

It was a middle-aged man with a goatee, wearing silk clothes, who looked to be in his forties. He kept circling around Zhang Jiuyang's door, making panicked sounds.

It's ridiculous, but he seems lost.

"Where's the door? Wasn't the door here just now?"

"Where am I? Why do I keep going this way?"

"Is there anyone? Help!"

Zhang Jiuyang coughed.

Ah Li, who was standing on the man's shoulder, floated over, held Zhang Jiuyang's hand, and said, "Brother Jiu, he is a bad guy. He wanted to enter our house before when you were not around!"

Just now she was standing on the middle-aged man's shoulders, covering his eyes with her hands.

A ghost covering one's eyes is also commonly known as a ghost hitting a wall.

As soon as Ah Li left, the man was pleasantly surprised to find that he saw the familiar door again, and even his shoulders were not so sore.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly asked.

The man turned around and saw Zhang Jiuyang wearing a blue Taoist robe. He seemed to have seen a savior. He stepped forward and said excitedly: "You are Master Zhang's disciple, right? I'm looking for Master Zhang Jiuyang!"

"I am."

"No, what I'm looking for is——"

The man's voice paused, then his eyes widened and he said, "Are you Zhang Jiuyang?"

Zhang Jiuyang nodded again.

"Master, your house is haunted! Just now——"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a small figure suddenly appeared in front of him, covered in blood, looking up at him with a pale face.

"The ghost you are talking about...is it me?"

The man's legs trembled and he almost fainted from fright.

Zhang Jiuyang knocked Ah Li on the head and said, "Don't become so ugly!"

"oh."

The next moment, Ah Li turned into the pretty girl again, wearing a white skirt and her black hair braided into two exquisite braids, full of aura.

She was born like a porcelain doll, and recently she was collecting moonlight every night, practicing diligently, and her spiritual energy was gathering day by day.

Unlike ordinary wandering souls who cannot be seen by others, she can already appear in front of people on her own initiative, and is not even afraid of the three fires of others.

In terms of Qin Tianjian's classification, Ah Li is now considered a ghost-level existence. Although she has just entered this level, it can be seen how high her qualifications in ghost cultivation are.

Zhang Jiuyang sometimes even thinks that maybe she can really cause trouble in the underworld in the future?

Ghosts, evil spirits, evil spirits, disasters, and abyss, according to experts, when it reaches the level of disaster, it is equivalent to a great monk in the seventh realm, and abyss... is a state-destroying existence.

It is said that the Dajing Dynasty before Daqian Dynasty suffered a Yuan-level catastrophe, which caused its national power to plummet and quickly fell apart. Liu Xuanlang, the Taizu of Daqian Dynasty, was able to take advantage of the situation and rise up.

If Ah Li becomes an Abyss-level being...

Tsk tsk, I dare not think about it.

"Daozhang Zhang, you are truly a god. I am here this time to invite you to Qingzhou City to look after my master."

The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Jiuyang with awe and fear in his eyes. He could make a ghost so obedient, which showed that he was really capable.

Qingzhou City...

Hearing these three words, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were a little dazed.

A month ago, Lao Gao went to Qingzhou City to investigate the matter of thirty-two members of Lu Yaoxing's family who were burned to death in a fire. He has not been heard from since.

The truth of Yun Niang's case may be hidden in that fire.

"Sorry, Qingzhou City is too far away. I don't like to travel far."

Zhang Jiuyang waved his hand and decisively refused.

He is only at the first level of cultivation now, and the Yunniang case is too deep, so it's better not to meddle in other people's business.

Even if he had to intervene, he had to refine the ghost-killing sword first, otherwise he would be unarmed and relying on Zhong Kui's ghost-killing seal alone would still be too weak.

Seeing what the other party wanted to say, Zhang Jiuyang interrupted: "In addition, I have to go to the Cui family in Dongguang County to deal with something now, and I have no time to deal with anything else."

After that, Zhang Jiuyang walked into the house and picked up the sword that failed to be refined before, and then knocked on the Yin puppet.

Ah Li automatically flew back to the Yin puppet.

"Brother Jiu, can you kill ghosts again? Kill, kill, kill!"

She actually seemed a little excited. The little girl had been listening to "Journey to the West" and was obsessed with fighting and killing.

Shouting to kill ghosts at every turn is simply a ghost rapist.

The middle-aged man did not leave, but stepped forward and smiled: "Master Zhang is going to Dongguan County? That's dozens of miles away. I have prepared a carriage outside the city. If Master Zhang doesn't mind, I can give you a ride. How about it?"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at him and had to say that this man had a good eye.

"In that case, thank you very much."

"Okay, please!"

...

The carriage was very fast, and an hour later, Zhang Jiuyang arrived in Dongguan County.

Unlike the remote Yunhe County, Dongguang County is the largest county in Qingzhou, with nearly 10,000 households, more prosperous and bustling, and all industries are thriving.

The Cui family is located here.

Zhang Jiuyang asked a few people and finally arrived at the Cui family. This magnificent mansion was hung with white cloth, indicating that there was a funeral recently.

He did not knock on the door rashly, but walked around the Cui Mansion and turned left and right under the guidance of A Li.

"Master Zhang, where are we going?"

The middle-aged man also came. He wanted to see with his own eyes how Zhang Jiuyang cast a spell to exorcise ghosts, and for the sake of the other party's carriage, Zhang Jiuyang acquiesced.

"Shh, don't talk."

Zhang Jiuyang looked serious and finally stopped outside a wall in the backyard of the Cui Mansion.

"Brother Jiu, the old man is there!"

A Li used her foresight and successfully helped Zhang Jiuyang find the ghost of Old Master Cui.

He looked in the direction pointed by A Li, but he didn't see Old Master Cui. He only saw a bamboo pole standing high on the eaves of Cui's mansion, with a piece of clothing hanging on it.

The style seemed familiar, and Zhang Jiuyang suddenly remembered that when Old Master Cui came to see him in a carriage that day, he seemed to be wearing this dress.

There was wind blowing around, but strangely, the thin dress did not flutter, and seemed unusually heavy.

From a distance, it looked like a silent scarecrow.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes turned cold, and he said, "What a cruel method!"

Although most of the diaries left by Blind Lin were nonsense, there were also a few interesting stories about his exorcism and ghost catching, which mentioned some taboos.

The current scene coincided with one of the diaries.

"Master Zhang, what's wrong with this dress?"

The middle-aged man asked puzzledly.

"Do you think this is drying clothes?"

"Isn't it?"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at him deeply and slowly uttered three words.

"Soul-drying spell."

...