The God and Buddha are actually me

"My magical power... seems a bit... useless?"

In addition to the ghost eater and the Jade Pivot Sky Fire, Zhang Jiuyang felt his third innate magical power, but what surprised him was that this magical power was a bit inexplicable.

Or, can this also be called a magical power?

"What exactly is it?"

Yue Ling was very curious.

Zhang Jiuyang thought about it and felt that it was difficult to express it clearly in words, so he said: "Help me find a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and I will show you."

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone?

Yue Ling was a little surprised, but he immediately ordered someone to find it.

Zhang Jiuyang picked up the pen. He had learned to paint in his previous life. Although it was nothing for professionals, it was pretty good among amateurs.

The first portrait of Zhong Kui was still drawn by him.

After a brief thought, he began to write.

The bamboo forest, the bluestone chessboard, and a Taoist in white who was playing chess by himself seemed very leisurely and peaceful.

Yue Ling frowned slightly. The painting was good and lifelike, but...what kind of magical power was this?

"Don't worry, it will be done soon."

When Zhang Jiuyang finished the last stroke, a magical scene appeared.

The picture that was originally still actually moved.

First, the wind moved. The lazy spring breeze in the afternoon gently blew the jade-like bamboo forest, the bamboo sea swayed, and a few leaves fell to the ground.

The Taoist in white clothes beside the chessboard also moved.

His white clothes fluttered, not stained with dust, his slender fingers picked up chess pieces one by one, and kept dropping them on the bluestone chessboard, leisurely and contented.

"This..."

Yue Ling's eyes showed a hint of strangeness.

It's just a painting, why does it move?

The people in the painting seemed to come alive, with their own lives, living in the world in the painting, doing their own things.

Yue Ling couldn't help but reach out to the painting, but found that the people in the painting didn't respond to her touch at all.

About a moment later, the world in the painting returned to calm, lost all the fluctuations of mana, and became ordinary again, but if mana was injected, it would move again.

"This is my magical power."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled bitterly. Whose fourth-level awakening magical power is painting?

What can you do by making the originally static picture move briefly?

Draw "Jin Ping Mei" and "Sex and Zen"?

Senior Zhuge should like it very much...

That is, he has a visualization picture, and each picture can obtain a life-long magical power, so he is not in a hurry. Otherwise, after all the hardships, he will cultivate the Pure Yang Golden Pill, and the biggest use in the end is to paint?

Yue Ling has a different view on this.

"Your magical power does not seem to be simple."

She said in a solemn voice: "I can be sure that it was not an illusion just now, but the person in the painting really came to life and formed a world of his own. Maybe in the painting, he even has his own thoughts and soul, but your magical power is just beginning now, and your magic power is still shallow, so you can't play a real magical role."

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned, and then his eyes slowly lit up.

He thought of a famous magic weapon in his previous life, that is, the Mountain and River Map of the Goddess Nuwa. It is said that this map contains the universe, the sun, the moon, the stars, the mountains, the rivers, the birds and the beasts, and the strange and wonderful things.

It breeds billions of lives, nourishes the gods and the people, and creates all things. It is only a thought away to decide life and death. Even a powerful immortal will find it difficult to escape.

Could it be that his magical power is similar to the Mountain and River Map?

If so, then he will make a fortune!

You know, creation is more precious than destruction.

In the previous life, there were thirty-six magical powers in Taoism, and the first one was called the mediation of creation. It is said that Nuwa created the human race with this magical power.

In a big way, if he can really cultivate this magical power to the level of the Mountain and River Map, what is the difference between that and creating a world?

To the creatures in the painting, he is "Nuwa".

He could even let the creatures in the painting help him deduce the skills and explore the road. Ten thousand years and billions of creatures, all turned the world into the foundation of his own practice in a stroke of the brush.

It's so cool!

The more Zhang Jiuyang thought about it, the more excited he became. If this is true, then this magical power really has unlimited potential. Even if it doesn't improve the combat power much now, in the long run, it is definitely an invincible existence, and the stronger it will be in the later stages!

Yue Ling looked at the excited Zhang Jiuyang with some strangeness. She naturally didn't know that because her words opened Zhang Jiuyang's brain.

Let this seemingly useless magical power rise directly from painting pornographic books to the level of creating mountains, rivers, and states.

She was not as exaggerated as Zhang Jiuyang thought, but was more pragmatic.

"Zhang Jiuyang, have you ever heard of the story of the Saint of Painting?"

"The Saint of Painting?"

Yue Ling nodded and said, "According to the ancient books collected in my Imperial Observatory, in ancient times, evil spirits were rampant and demons were rampant. Although the human race lived in dire straits, many amazing people were born, and the stars shone brightly, known as the Hundred Schools of Thought."

"These people explored the way for the survival of the human race. Some studied the art of machinery, turning the world into their own use, and created giants taller than mountains, called strong men."

"There are also people who imitate the world and draw patterns on their bodies that symbolize wind, rain, thunder and lightning, called totems."

"Some people even destroy their bodies, swallow the demon pills and sew demon bodies, becoming neither human nor ghost, but they can protect a region of peace, called ghosts and gods, so the original gods are often half-human and half-beast, with a tendency to demonize."

Zhang Jiuyang was fascinated by what he heard. He had never heard of these things. There was no record of them in history books. They were top secret.

Who would have thought that there would be a hundred schools of thought in this world?

Sure enough, in times of great disaster, there must be great talents!

As long as the luck of the human race is still there, all kinds of incredible people will be born in times of crisis to turn the tide and support the building.

The prosperity of Chinese civilization is also like this.

"But these methods often have great drawbacks. Later, the Immortal Master Guigu realized the Jade Tripod Nine Immortals Diagram and opened the way to immortality, which ended the era of various schools of thought. Today, many inheritances have been cut off."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded. This is equivalent to abolishing all schools of thought and respecting Confucianism alone.

"Could it be that the painting saint you are talking about is one of the hundreds of schools?"

Yue Ling nodded and said, "The painting saint lineage is not very prominent among the hundreds of schools, and can even be said to be quite weak. After all, in times of crisis, few people have the leisure to appreciate paintings."

"Until the painting saint painted two real dragons on the stone wall of Tiantan Mountain, but only without eyes. When people asked why, he said that once the eyes of the dragon were painted, it would break through the wall and would no longer be willing to stay in the painting. Only in times of crisis can the eyes be painted, so that the power of the real dragon can survive the disaster."

"Others laughed at him for boasting, but the Painting Saint didn't take it seriously. Later, the sect on the Temple of Heaven was attacked by demons. In times of crisis, someone remembered the Painting Saint's words and tried to paint eyes on one of the real dragons."

"As a result, the wind and thunder moved, and the dragon with eyes really came to life, helping the human race defeat the demons, and then disappeared into the clouds. From then on, there was only one dragon left in the painting of two dragons playing with a pearl on the stone wall of the Temple of Heaven."

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked when he heard this. Painting dragons to resist enemies is a skill close to Taoism.

To be able to practice to this level, isn't it a powerful magical power?

"Does the mural on the Temple of Heaven still exist now?"

Zhang Jiuyang asked hurriedly. He had a vague intuition that the path of the Painting Saint would be very helpful to his magical power. If he could go and see the remaining dragon in person, he would definitely gain a lot!

Yue Ling smiled faintly and said, "Later, the sect itself declined and perished. Over time, the world has changed. Tiantan Mountain was renamed Tianmen Mountain, and now there is a new sect on it, Baiyun Temple."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes lit up.

It turned out to be Baiyun Temple. He had a deep connection with Baiyun Temple. The magical power of the immortal golden body was passed down by an unknown monk in Baiyun Temple.

I remember that he promised that monk to pass the method of the immortal golden body back to Baiyun Temple. Well, then he can go and see the mural left by the painting saint.

Yue Ling glanced at him, as if she had guessed what he was thinking, and said lightly: "The mural is indeed hidden in the temple, but it is said that it is guarded by the head monk Tongji of the Demon Subduing Institute. If you want to see it, it may not be easy."

"Of course, it's not impossible. At worst, I'll go find him and fight."

Yue Ling said it casually. She was just entering the sixth realm, but she dared to fight with the Tongji monk who had entered the sixth realm for many years. She was not timid at all.

Zhang Jiuyang could only sigh in his heart, Sister Yue is still domineering!

"By the way, what are your plans next?"

Yue Ling suddenly asked: "The news of my breakthrough to the sixth realm has spread, and with the destruction of Wanfu Tower, I must return to the capital to report. His Majesty and the Supervisor have sent letters to urge me. I can't delay any longer. Otherwise, come back to the capital with me?"

Although Zhang Jiuyang has broken through the fourth realm and is no longer the same as before, Yue Ling can only feel at ease with him by his side.

Who told his enemies to be stronger than one?

Zhang Jiuyang thought about it and shook his head, saying, "Let's wait a little longer. First, I finally have some free time. I want to consolidate my cultivation and study the magical power of painting. Second, the Dragon Sparrow Sword and the Demon Slayer Sword are about to be born, and I don't trust Master Nie alone."

The sword energy in the snow hut is getting more and more amazing, and there are often sounds of dragons and phoenixes singing, which is a sign of the birth of a divine weapon.

Although the Shen family is powerful and there is also the care of the fourth realm Zhao Ye, Zhang Jiuyang is still not at ease and wants to watch the swords come out in person.

Yue Ling nodded and stopped forcing him.

After all, he has cultivated the Pure Yang Golden Pill and is already a strong man who can stand alone. Although he can't fight the fifth realm, he has rarely met an opponent in the fourth realm.

"Okay, I feel relieved with you and Bai Niqiu here."

"After the Dragon Sparrow Sword is born, please keep it for me temporarily."

Zhang Jiuyang teased, "Can I use it?"

For a swordsman, weapons are undoubtedly his second life and his most trusted partner. Generally, no one else is allowed to touch them.

Yue Ling shook his head gently and smiled, "It's up to you, as long as it wants."

"When are you leaving?"

Yue Ling looked at the night and said, "Wait until the sky is bright, I will set off immediately."

"So soon?"

Zhang Jiuyang felt a little reluctant, and when their eyes met, Yue Ling sighed softly and said, "I have been in Yangzhou for too long, and I really can't delay it any longer."

Zhang Jiuyang actually knew it, otherwise Yue Ling would not have been impatient to wait for the Dragon Sparrow Sword and set off to return to Beijing.

"Then I'll give you a gift."

"What gift?"

"I'll tell you what other surprises there are. You'll know tomorrow morning."

Zhang Jiuyang asked for a lot of pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and then left mysteriously. When he returned, he quickly asked A Li to grind them.

There were only two hours left before dawn, and he had to hurry up and finish the painting.

"Brother Jiu——"

"Shh!"

A-Li was about to ask if she could take a break because her wrist was sore, but was interrupted by Zhang Jiuyang.

He was painting with a serious look.

There were already several paintings on the table.

Finally, before the cock crowed, Zhang Jiuyang put down his brush, stretched his wrist, bound all the paintings into a book, and smiled with satisfaction.

After thinking for a while, he picked up the pen and wrote a few big words on the cover.

Adventures in the World of Heart Demons.

Opening the first page, there was a heroic girl holding a red tasseled spear, facing a man in white with a vigilant look, ready for battle.

In the second page, the girl bit the man's finger with a very stubborn look in her eyes. In the room next to her, a girl with a lantern walked out, sick and timid, like a little deer.

The third, the fourth...

Until the final separation.

Zhang Jiuyang drew their experience in the Heart Demon Tribulation into a comic strip, which should be the first time in this world.

"Wow, the people inside are moving!"

Ali was immediately attracted and watched very seriously, as if a child in later generations was watching a cartoon.

"Huh? Brother Jiu, something seems wrong here."

Ali suddenly pointed to one of the paintings and said.

Zhang Jiuyang looked over and saw the scene where Tianzun appeared under the blood moon and cast a spell to summon countless demons to slaughter the Duke's Mansion. The demons in the picture jumped around and killed the Duke's Mansion with blood flowing into the river.

Ali was very devoted to watching this killing scene.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Jiuyang didn't see anything unusual.

"Brother Jiu, these demons seem to be deliberately avoiding a place and never attack it. You can see that the houses next to it are already in tatters. Several demons passed by and took a few glances, but they seemed to not see it."

Ali pointed to one of the houses and said.

"It's like... when Ali was commanding the soldiers, she told them in advance not to destroy a certain place..."

Speaking unintentionally, listening intentionally.

A flash of light flashed in Zhang Jiuyang's mind. He stared at the painting and read it carefully.

Something was wrong, very wrong!

The demons summoned by Tianzun were indeed deliberately avoiding that room!

Strictly speaking, that room was not hidden, far inferior to the yard where Yue Xiaomei lived, but Yue Xiaomei had encountered demons and died for them.

Why would this red house not far from the center be ignored by demons?

Zhang Jiuyang's heart was moved. Although it was a world of inner demons, Yue Ling had been investigating this case for more than ten years and had become obsessed with it. I don't know how much news related to this case she had seen, plus her own supernatural powers, the eyes hidden in the abyss of karma...

His intuition told him that this was a very important clue!

He immediately ran out with the atlas. Now he had to find Yue Ling and ask her what secrets were hidden in this house of the Duke's Mansion?

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