The God and Buddha are actually me

"You are not haunted by female ghosts, nor have you encountered any dirty things. It's just that your body is too weak, your yang energy has leaked too much, and your essence has been lost, so you always feel in a trance."

"What? How did the Yang Qi leak out?"

"Then I have to ask your hands..."

After sending away the man who had been single for decades and fantasized about a female ghost seducing him, Zhang Jiuyang shook his head helplessly.

When he said there was no female ghost, did he feel a little disappointed?

Good guy, if you are brave enough, can you let the female ghost take maternity leave?

He sighed softly, and then said: "Next one."

In fact, most of the people who came to see what was going on were suspicious, and not many actually encountered dirty things. On the contrary, most people came to see the doctor.

No wonder the sages in past lives were often famous doctors.

For example, Ge Hong, the little immortal, wrote "Emergency Prescriptions" covering various medical disciplines, including the world's earliest record of treating smallpox.

Although Zhang Jiuyang doesn't know much about medical skills, he has magic power, which is the purest and most profound pure Yang magic power in Xuanmen. Coupled with the double talisman of thunder and fire and the Qingxin Curse, he can deal with most diseases.

But there was nothing he could do about the problems caused by Thumbelina.

Not long after, another middle-aged man walked in.

The moment he saw him for the first time, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes moved. This good guy looked even weaker than the last one.

He was listless, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, and his face was pale, as if his energy had been sucked dry by a female ghost.

"Brother Ninth, he has an evil aura about him!"

Before Zhang Jiuyang could speak, Ah Li's voice sounded in his ears.

Zhang Jiuyang immediately became interested. He really liked those dirty things more than seeing a doctor.

"Please take a seat."

Zhang Jiuyang stretched out his hand to invite him to sit down first.

"I, I want to find Daozhang Zhang..."

The man's voice was choppy and hoarse, as if he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time.

His eyes dodge, not daring to look at the statue of Wang Lingguan enshrined in the temple.

This is not because of being possessed by ghosts, but because of pure low energy and lack of energy. When seeing the majestic and solemn statues, you will feel an inexplicable panic.

"I am Daozhang Zhang. You can tell me anything you want."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly and made him a cup of tea with his own hands.

Hearing this, there was a trace of disappointment in the man's eyes.

The man in front of me who looks a little too young is the legendary Zhang Daozhang?

Although his appearance is very handsome, his temperament and conversation are also extraordinary, but his age alone cannot make him trustworthy.

You know, among the mages he has looked for before, which one is not an expert who has been practicing for a lifetime?

But even those old Taoist priests were helpless and even encountered unexpected events.

The man remained silent.

Zhang Jiuyang seemed to have seen what he was thinking, and was not angry. He smiled lightly and said: "Since you have stepped into Lingguan Temple, you are destined to be a poor Taoist. Tell me, maybe I can help you."

"Even if Pindao has limited magic power and can't help you, I can still listen to you and relieve the depression in your heart. How about that?"

The middle-aged man still didn't speak for a long time before shaking his head, his eyes lowered and his expression gloomy.

"I don't want to implicate the Taoist priest."

After saying that, he stood up and left.

"Wait a moment."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly stopped him and said with a smile: "Since you have arrived at Lingguan Temple, I will naturally not ask you to leave empty-handed, so I will give you a hexagram."

As he spoke, he took out a few copper coins and threw them on the ground.

When the man saw this scene, he stopped immediately, with curiosity in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. Could the other party really calculate something?

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the hexagram and frowned slightly, showing a hint of solemnity.

"The upper and lower hexagrams are both water, and this is the water hexagram."

"Taoist Priest, how do you explain this hexagram?"

The man couldn't help but ask.

"Kan represents water, which means difficulty and danger. The inner and outer hexagrams are all water, which means water is added to the water. Danger is added to danger, and it is difficult to break through. It is an out-and-out evil hexagram."

"Then...how to resolve it?"

Zhang Jiuyang said with a smile: "Since it is the evil hexagram of adding water to water, if you want to resolve it, you must naturally understand the nature of water, so that you can navigate through dangers and find solutions in dangers."

"The Taoist Master wants me to learn swimming?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and smiled when he heard this: "Of course not. The so-called understanding of water properties means that you need to find someone who can help you solve the problem completely. Whatever type of problem you encounter, you must find someone related to it. "

The man's heart moved. After all, he still needed to find a powerful mage.

"But your fate is very hard. From the looks of it, you don't look like someone who died young. Although you are facing great calamities, you will always be helped by noble people. This is your own aura."

The man felt even more disappointed when he heard this familiar rhetoric.

He has gone to many mages, many of them liars, who basically use this kind of rhetoric, and then they will sell him talismans or illuminated magic weapons, but they are of no use.

Sure enough, Taoist Zhang took out a yellow talisman from his arms, folded it into a triangle shape and handed it to him.

"This is the Five Thunder Talisman that you carry with you. It should have some effect."

"Taoist Priest, I don't want to buy talismans."

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said: "You don't need to spend any money. It's a gift for you. If it works, come back and offer incense to Mr. Lingguan."

After that, he stretched, stood up, and congratulated the temple: "Let's stop here today and send the pilgrims off the mountain."

"yes!"

Looking at the man's back as he walked away, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes showed a trace of ripples.

In fact, there was one thing he hadn't said yet, that is, this man's destiny was originally a sign of rapid rise and rise, if not power, he would be rich and powerful, how could he still be so poor and destitute at this age?

It was as if there was a layer of dark clouds, forcibly covering his destiny.

However, the other party did not believe him and refused to speak, so Zhang Jiuyang naturally did not force him, and first sent a five-thunder talisman to ask for directions.

"Brother Jiu, your rope is so scary, I just wanted to help you calculate it, but even the magic failed in front of it..."

A Li reminded him tactfully in the Yin puppet that it was time to deal with the dragon tendon of Brown Three.

Zhang Jiuyang took out the light golden dragon tendon, felt the evil spirit and resentment on it, opened his eye between his eyebrows, and saw that the dragon tendon seemed to come alive, turning into a fierce and extremely fierce dragon, roaring at it constantly.

Ordinary people cannot hear this kind of sound, but they will feel inexplicably flustered and uneasy. After a long time, they may even have mental problems as if they were possessed by evil spirits.

Even a fierce ghost like Ah Li feels afraid.

"I failed to refine the dragon-binding rope last time. Now that I have achieved the golden elixir, it should be almost done."

"I want to see how long you, the dragon, can be so arrogant?"

Zhang Jiuyang sneered and sat directly at the feet of the statue of the Lord Lingguan and began to sacrifice this dragon tendon.

After this period of practice, he found that no matter whether he was practicing or fighting, as long as he stood in front of the statue of the Lord Lingguan, his condition was surprisingly good.

Boom!

The Jade Pivot Sky Fire burned fiercely and spread towards the dragon tendon.

The next moment, the dragon tendon, which was originally a dead object, actually came to life, trembling like a python and making a terrifying roar.

The flame was suddenly hit hard and flickered.

This is the huge resentment of a dragon when it fell, and it also contains the monstrous blood and energy from the battle in Dongyang Lake six hundred years ago.

Last time, Zhang Jiuyang failed because of his lack of Taoism, even with the sacrifice and refining method personally taught by Lingguan Ye, and he also blew up many houses.

But now he is no longer the same as before.

The flame in the eye between his eyebrows became more and more dazzling, and the pure Yang Jindan in his Dantian was stimulated to the extreme, making him seem to be coated with a layer of golden glow.

The Jade Pivot Heavenly Fire expanded instantly, slowly but firmly spreading towards the dragon tendons. Wherever it went, resentment and hostility melted like ice and snow, turning into black air and dissipating.

The pure Yang Jindan was like a furnace containing endless energy, providing him with a continuous supply of power.

After interacting with the Dragon Girl's Yuanshen that night, the Jindan was nourished by the Yuanyin Qi and directly became a circle larger, which was equivalent to several years of hard practice.

Now, under the full force of the Pure Yang Golden Pill, it really looks like a small sun, dyeing his entire Dantian golden, and the magic power is like a golden wave, magnificent and sacred.

Time passed slowly, and the refining process of the Dragon Binding Rope continued to advance. If someone watched, they would find that the dragon tendons began to undergo strange changes.

Wherever the flame passed, it would leave a golden secret text on it.

"The innate commander, the One Qi God. The great spiritual officer of the Capital Heaven, the selfless and fierce officer of the Three Realms. Golden eyes and red hair, called the Three Five Fire Train Thunder God. Phoenix mouth and silver teeth, commanding millions of Pixiu gods..."

Those words turned out to be the Lingguan Baogao!

The fierce and evil spirit was gone, replaced by a masculine and domineering, sacred and majestic aura. Even the invisible dragon seemed to shed its skin and be reborn, giving birth to golden dragon scales and becoming a dragon bathed in fire.

However, just after he had fully circulated the Pure Yang Golden Pill for a long time, his mind suddenly shook, as if he had opened up some unknown key point, and a vague picture appeared in his mind.

It seemed to be a very far away place. A figure had his back to Zhang Jiuyang, hunched over, dishevelled, motionless like a sculpture.

Zhang Jiuyang felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy with the other person.

But this picture only lasted for a moment and then disappeared immediately, as if it was an illusion. Zhang Jiuyang had no time to think about it, so he could only focus on refining the Dragon Binding Rope.

...

Nine Hells.

In a prison, an old man kept staring at the ninth human skin on the wall, his eyes were very focused, and he looked very quiet.

But as time went on, he would slowly become crazy, muttering to himself.

"No, wrong, wrong!"

"Why can't I cultivate, why can't I cultivate!"

"Fake, all fake!!"

He began to shout, and his voice was like thunder, echoing throughout the Nine Nether Hell, shaking the surroundings.

The ice, fire and thunder in hell all attacked the crazy old man in an instant, but were shattered by the fairy light on his body.

The other prisoners quickly covered their ears and used their skills to resist.

Even the terrifying fox with nine tails covered its ears with its tails, and its demon eyes stared at the old man with a strong fear.

This person has the power of Tongtian, and I really don't know why he was imprisoned in the dungeon. Could it be that the person in the underworld took action personally?

But unfortunately, this old man seemed to have gone astray in his practice and could not communicate at all. Otherwise, they might be able to fight their way out if they joined forces.

After watching for a while, the fox closed his eyes.

According to past experience, the old man would become calm after being crazy for a while, and then become crazy again, and the cycle would repeat over and over again.

Calculating the time, each time he went crazy, it would probably last for several hours.

However, when he went crazy, the thunder and fire in hell would focus on him alone, which allowed other prisoners to sleep well.

Thinking of this, the fox demon prepared to take a short nap, but not long after, it opened its eyes instantly.

In less than a moment, how did the crazy voice disappear?

When it opened its eyes, it saw a scene that it would never forget in its life. It saw that the dungeon where the old man was originally imprisoned had become empty.

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