The God and Buddha are actually me

"Someone seemed to be talking outside just now?"

The temple keeper was a little uncertain. He took another look. There was no one outside the door.

It was as if Master Zhang was talking to the air, but as a cultivator, his spiritual perception made him feel a strong sense of oppression.

It was as if there was something guarding outside the door.

After having a large supply of agarwood, the strength of Ali and Changbing rose rapidly and improved every day. Even the temple keeper of the second realm could not see their figures clearly even with the Yin-Yang eyes.

"What are you looking at? Have you done what Brother Jiu asked you to do?"

In a trance, a little female ghost in red with blood flowing from all seven orifices suddenly appeared in front of the temple keeper, riding a paper horse and holding pink double swords, which scared him.

Behind the little female ghost, there were several extremely terrifying ghosts, wearing armor, with hideous and ugly appearances, which were terrifying.

The temple keeper just looked at it for a few times and felt cold all over his body, and quickly avoided his sight.

He secretly thought that he was worthy of being Taoist Zhang, who could even subdue and control such a terrifying evil spirit.

According to Zhang Jiuyang's instructions, he used thunder and fire talismans to seal all the doors and windows around, and hung the famous sword of the evil-slaying magic under the beam, facing the door.

After doing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued to look at Taoist Zhang.

"Calm down, calm your mind, and don't panic when encountering anything."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice sounded, as if there was a strange magic that quickly calmed the hearts of the temple keeper and the man.

There was silence in the hall, only the faint sound of dragon roars sounded, the sacred and majestic, masculine and domineering aura became more and more intense, and the golden light was so strong that they could hardly see Zhang Jiuyang's figure.

The temple keeper suddenly had a shudder in his heart. Why did the golden rope refined by Taoist Zhang look a bit like... the dragon-binding rope hanging around the waist of the spiritual official?

Just as he looked more and more like it, a voice suddenly sounded outside.

"Master Zhang, save me, save us!"

A figure appeared, holding his wife, revealing his face in the moonlight, a little haggard, but vaguely showing some elegance.

The temple keeper's eyes widened instantly, looking at the man next to him, and then at the man outside.

These two people are exactly the same?

Then is the person he received at the foot of the mountain really a human?

The tailbone shuddered, and the chill went straight to his heart. Just as he was about to speak, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded.

Ali rushed up with a knife, his eyes full of excitement.

"Master Zhang, save me--"

Before the man finished speaking, he was beheaded with a knife, and blood spurted like a fountain.

Immediately afterwards, the sword of the Changbing fell on his headless body again, and even the woman he was holding was not spared, and he shot through it directly.

The Wuchang soldiers and horses don't know what mercy is. They have long been inhumane and have a strong desire to kill. The only one who can control them is the one who opened the military altar.

In an instant, the woman's bulging belly was cut open by a soldier, and it was empty inside. After a few breaths, the flesh and blood turned into weeds.

It turned out to be a scarecrow!

The man was not a scarecrow, but a corpse curled up on the ground, and finally turned into a weasel.

The temple keeper finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be a test. The weasel should be driven by the Buddha Mother to test the Lingguan Temple. After all, there is Taoist Zhang sitting here, and she will be afraid.

With fierce soldiers guarding outside and talisman swords suppressing inside, the Buddha Mother should retreat.

As soon as the temple keeper had this thought in his mind, the sound of Sanskrit chanting suddenly sounded outside. From a distance, he saw a team moving forward.

A group of nuns carried an open-air sedan chair forward. Some scattered paper, some beat gongs, and some put their hands together and recited Buddhist scriptures. Their footsteps were extremely light, as if they were three inches off the ground and floating.

Even if there are houses blocking them, they can pass through the wall directly.

On the sedan chair is a statue of the Buddha Mother cast in gold foil, with nine arms, sitting on a lotus platform, with a red cloth covering her head, and a solemn appearance.

"Welcome to the Great Powerful Buddha Mother Bodhisattva of the Western Paradise!"

A nun shouted loudly, with fanatical eyes.

"Is this... a parade of gods?"

The temple keeper was very surprised. It looked like a parade of gods, but why are you a bodhisattva from the Buddhist sect parading in front of my Taoist temple?

"It's her, she is the Buddha Mother!"

"She is evil, not a bodhisattva!"

Seeing this statue, the man's expression instantly became terrified.

The continuous sound of Sanskrit seemed to have a kind of magic, which made him, who was originally disgusted and afraid, actually develop an irresistible attachment.

There was even a sense of guilt, as if he had misunderstood the good intentions of the Buddha Mother and betrayed her.

Even the temple keeper with magical powers had a dazed look.

Fortunately, the sword of the evil-killing sword rang, and the clear sound of the sword made the two people sober up instantly.

"Bah, where did this monster come from? How dare you pretend to be a Bodhisattva?"

"Take my sword!"

A Li drew his sword and rode his horse. Facing the so-called Buddha Mother, he showed no fear at all. He led his troops to kill. Before the sword arrived, the spell had already arrived.

A scarlet blood light enveloped the nuns. In just a moment, the nuns who were chanting scriptures rotted all over and screamed.

In a few breaths, they turned into pools of blood.

The blood light spread to the statue of the Buddha Mother, trying to corrode it as well, but golden light shone, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere.

When A-li rushed to her, the statue of the Buddha Mother turned into a huge golden statue of a Bodhisattva, with brilliant Buddha light flowing all over her body, and a seven-color halo behind her head. The red cloth also disappeared, revealing a face full of compassion.

The Bodhisattva lowered her eyes.

"Ghosts harm heaven and people, and should fall into the Avici Hell."

One of her nine arms extended a palm and covered A-li, with a swastika symbol flowing in the palm.

"Oh my goodness!"

A-li slapped the paper horse under her crotch, and the horse turned into a paper bird, carrying her and flying out of the shadow of the palm.

Boom!

The ground shook violently, and many soldiers were directly sent back to the Five-horse Altar by this palm.

"I kill, I kill, I kill, kill, kill!"

Facing such a terrible enemy who even dared to turn into a Buddhist Bodhisattva, A-li did not retreat but advanced, riding the paper bird to kill her.

The Buddha Mother waved all nine arms, trying to catch the fly-like paper bird, but Ah Li's origami skills were much better than before, and her speed was much faster than before.

Moreover, she had the talent of predicting the future, which was integrated with her fighting instinct. She could always sense the Buddha Mother's movements in advance and dodge them.

While dodging left and right, she even jumped out from the opponent's fingers several times, leaving a series of knife marks on her palms.

Ah Li was extremely excited, as if she had brought herself into the body of the Monkey King, and wanted to have a hearty battle with the old Tathagata.

The Buddha Mother seemed to be a little angry. She didn't expect that this little ghost girl had magical skills and was not shallow in Taoism. It was really embarrassing that she didn't catch it directly.

Nine palms were raised at the same time, and each of them pinched a mysterious handprint.

Damn!

Ah Li was shocked. I'm afraid I can't dodge this time.

As expected, as the nine seals were formed, the space around her seemed to be blocked, forming a cage composed of nine light circles.

Ali slashed with a knife, but the cage did not move at all.

Then, the golden body of the Buddha opened its mouth and spit out a raging flame into the cage condensed by the light circle, instantly turning it into a sea of ​​fire.

Flame is the nemesis of evil spirits. Even ghosts of the level of Ali will feel a great threat in the flames.

Fortunately, at this time, a dragon roar sounded.

A black dragon more than ten feet long flew from the clouds, roared, and directly hit the golden body of the Buddha with its head, like a meteorite falling to the ground.

"Don't... bully... Li..."

Ao Ya's voice sounded intermittently, but it was extremely firm, and the dragon's eyes were full of anger.

Her magic power has improved compared to before, and she has learned to fly, but unlike her sister who has various magical powers, her strongest is still the flesh of the dragon clan.

Even a small mountain can be crushed with her head!

Boom!

The hard dragon head hit the golden body of the Buddha Mother, causing the huge and majestic golden body to shake violently.

At the same time, a sword sounded, and the red light flew like lightning. The star pattern on the sword body shone brightly, and the words "Zhan Xie" could be vaguely seen.

There was a crisp sound.

One of the Buddha Mother's arms was directly cut off by the Zhan Xie Sword, and there was a red-gold flame burning at the broken wrist, burning the gold foil into gold water dripping, revealing the blue-black arm inside, and the evil spirit was rampant.

The fire cage instantly had a flaw, and A Li rushed out, with flames on her red skirt, gray and dusty, only her eyes were still black and bright.

Roar!

Ao Ya flew to catch her, and the Zhan Xie Sword was fighting with the Buddha Mother, like a series of red lightning, and the sound of sonic booms and the deafening sound of metal colliding continued to sound in the air.

Sparks flew and the flames were raging.

After discussing the Dao with Pei Qianhuo and Pei Qingchi, Zhang Jiuyang's swordsmanship has improved a lot. Although he is fighting with a flying sword at this moment, he has already displayed several sets of superior swordsmanship in his movements.

Sometimes it is as fierce as fire, sometimes as deep as a mountain, sometimes as agile as wind, and sometimes as domineering as thunder.

In the fight with the Buddha Mother, his understanding of the swordsmanship during this period is gradually digested, and the use of the flying sword is more handy.

The most terrifying thing is the Jade Pivot Sky Fire lingering on his flying sword, which continuously melts the gold foil on the Buddha Mother's body, revealing her hideous and ugly true face.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The 49th sword, the Xie Zhan sword controlled by Zhang Jiuyang, almost became a red dragon condensed by flames, domineering and unmatched, burning the night sky red.

From a distance, it looks like a dragon descending to the world to defeat demons.

The Buddha Mother retreated again and again, and three of her nine arms were cut off. After she could no longer bear it, she roared with her fang-filled mouth, and strange runes appeared all over her body.

As if some kind of seal had been unlocked, the energy of the Buddha Mother soared instantly.

Ding!

She stretched out a hand and actually grabbed the Sword of Evil Slaying.

The fire dragon kept struggling, making it difficult for her to hold it, but soon she used her other hands to hold the Sword of Evil Slaying, as if she had put a circle of heavy shackles on the fire dragon.

"If you hurt my golden body, I will break your sword!"

The Buddha Mother's voice was like a bell, mixed with uncontrollable anger, and several arms exerted force at the same time, trying to break the Sword of Evil Slaying!

The sound of the sword rang out, as if it was painful.

At this moment, a golden light flew over, full of sacred and majestic energy, like a flying dragon, rising to a hundred feet in the wind, and entangled the Buddha Mother.

The dragon-binding rope, it's done!