The God and Buddha are actually me

Kyoto, Taipei Temple.

The visitor is still playing chess in the bamboo sea, but this time he is not playing chess with himself, but with a gray-haired old man.

The old man was holding a black chess piece, his moves were getting slower and slower, his brows were furrowed.

Obviously the situation is not favorable.

The viewer is reading a book and playing chess, leisurely and contentedly, and does not seem to have expended much effort.

"Master, I lost."

After the one hundred and thirty-sixth move, the old man surrendered and called the young and handsome man Master.

"Tian Yuan, your chess skills have declined a bit recently. In the past, you could reach 200 moves with my teacher."

The master of Taiping Temple sighed, shook his head and said: "You must know that Yi Zhe is in your heart. If your heart is filled with too many distracting thoughts of the world, six desires and seven emotions, how can you see clearly what is right and what is wrong?"

"Master, my disciple has learned the lesson, but..."

The octogenarian raised his eyes and said, somewhat dumbfounded: "This disciple is not Tianyuan. Senior Brother Tianyuan has been dead for seventeen years."

"That's it..."

"Yes, Master, I remembered that that guy Tianyuan was not good at learning and died young at the age of one hundred and thirty-four."

"But birth, old age, illness and death are just like the chess pieces on this chessboard. They are rules that must be followed. There is no need to be sad, but you must take warning, Star Formation."

The master of Taiping Temple smiled casually and took the opportunity to educate his disciples.

The old man was silent for a moment and said: "Master, I am not a junior brother of Xingzhen, I am Fangyuan."

Viewer: "..."

"Ha ha."

He smiled awkwardly, and was about to say something, but suddenly his eyes narrowed, the laziness and casualness disappeared, and the chess records in his hands were closed.

"Master, how-"

"Shh!"

The viewer signaled him to be silent and looked into the distance with deep eyes.

After a long time, he looked away and sighed: "That person finally made his third move."

The third move? Who is it?

The old man was puzzled, but he didn't ask out loud. He had followed the master for nearly a hundred years, and he knew the master's character very well.

No one can ask him about the things that the old man doesn't want to talk about.

"It's such a wonderful game of chess that I can't see through it more and more."

The viewer sighed with emotion, his expression a little complicated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Master, is there anyone in this world whose chess skills are better than yours?"

"Every mountain is higher than the other."

"But you are already the highest mountain."

"There is always something higher than the mountain."

Seeing the disciple and wanting to ask more questions, the master of the temple reached out and knocked on him.

This scene is very funny. A young man who looks like he is in his twenties is knocking an old man on the head like an elder, but the other person is still respectful and does not dare to complain at all.

"Watching the chess without saying a word, Tianyuan."

elder:"……"

Under the starry night, three streams of light flew towards Yangzhou, like three stars streaking across the night sky.

Two of them were sword lights and one was fire light.

Jiang Guang is naturally the descendant of two Jiange descendants, Da Pei and Xiao Pei. They both have the secret sword escape technique of Jiange. They can transform themselves into sword light and fly into the sky, which is equivalent to turning themselves into flying swords.

This technique is extremely fast and naturally consumes a lot of mana.

"Senior brother, we can hardly catch up with Marquis Yue Jian."

Pei Qingchi transmitted the message and looked at the golden flames whizzing through the clouds and sky in front of him, with a hint of shock in his eyes.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.

This Yue Jianhou is worthy of being a real person in the Sixth Realm. His magic power is so strong and overbearing that he can fly like wind and thunder. His escape skills are not very good, but she and her senior brother cannot catch up with them even if they try their best. They can only watch helplessly. Watching the tail of the golden flame disappear into the starry sky.

After learning that the Ghost Mother was hiding in Yangzhou, Yue Jianhou immediately took the initiative to ask for help. After getting Zhuge Jianzheng's permission, he flew out of Kyoto with his escape technique without any preparation.

The momentum was so great that even the guards in the palace were alerted.

The emperor took the initiative to send people to ask.

Pei Qingchi, who had a clear sword mind, could feel that she was worried about Brother Zhang's safety.

Even though this iron-blooded female prisoner knew that the ghost mother Jin Chan had escaped from her shell, she had always been calm and composed, with the demeanor of a general. It was only when she asked Ying to go to Yangzhou that she had obvious mood swings.

"Her escape technique is too fast, we may not be able to keep up."

Fortunately for Pei Ganhuo, the junior sister was obviously struggling. Her realm was still a little low, and the mana in the third realm was indeed limited.

He immediately slowed down, thinking that he would never be able to catch up with that terrifyingly strong woman, but he didn't want to see Yue Ling again a moment later.

She stood on the clouds with golden flames on her feet, wearing silver armor, and danced wildly in her cape. Even though she had a purple gold crown to tie her hair, the long wind still blew the strands of her hair.

He has a handsome face and heroic posture. The most magical thing is the golden vertical pupils between his eyebrows, which shoot out golden light and look into the distance in ecstasy.

"Zhenren Yue, are you waiting for us?"

Pei Ganhuo was a little embarrassed, and Pei Qingchi also looked ashamed.

The gap in strength cannot be bridged even by the skill of sword control.

"I'm not waiting for you, but the direction of Yangzhou makes me feel the danger."

Yue Ling stared into the distance, her golden vertical pupils seemed to detect some sense of crisis, giving her an early warning. Even thousands of miles away, she seemed to feel something that made her heart beat.

She couldn't say it was unclear, but even the King of Ming, Jin Yan, whom she was so proud of, had a strange fluctuation and became very active.

"Danger?"

"Could it be that the ghost mother appeared?"

Pei Qingchi's eyes narrowed. If the ghost mother recovers her cultivation level, she will have six levels of cultivation level.

"Not the ghost mother."

Yue Ling said categorically: "The Ghost Mother is definitely not that capable. There must be someone more powerful in Yangzhou."

Pei Qianhuo's eyes showed a hint of excitement, and Jianwan trembled in his stomach. Not only was he not afraid, but he was eager to try.

Pei Qingchi glared at him and said, "Zhenren Yue, do you want to find more helpers?"

If it's just the Ghost Mother, with Yue Ling here, plus them and Brother Zhang, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with it, but if it's a being stronger than the Ghost Mother, then you need to think carefully about it.

Yue Ling took out the token from his waist and handed it to them: "You go back to Baihu Pavilion of Qintian Prison to transfer people, I will go first."

After saying that, before the two of them could speak, she used her escape technique again, transforming into golden flames and flying towards the distance like a meteorite, leaving a long wave of fire in the air wherever she passed.

"What a resolute and heroic woman!"

Pei Qingchi looked at her back and couldn't help but sigh. In addition to praise, there was also a hint of strangeness in his eyes.

They are both amazingly talented and beautiful women. She looks peaceful, but in fact she is also proud and has a desire to compare.

It's a pity that she was born ten years later, and the gap between the two is too big now.

"Junior sister, let's go quickly, my sword is already thirsty!"

Pei Qianhuo laughed, as if he never knew the sadness, and said: "Finish and go back early, master's peach blossom wine will be ripe again..."

Pei Qingchi sighed lightly, it would be great if senior brother could be half as reliable as Brother Zhang.

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Boom!

The sky above Ganquan Mountain has turned into a sea of ​​thunder and fire.

Two figures can be vaguely seen moving back and forth among the thunder and fire. One has a red face and a beard, holding a golden whip. The two wind and fire wheels under his feet can be said to be the fastest in the world, and can chase light and lightning.

Every time the whip falls, there are tens of thousands of heavenly fires that fall thousands of miles away, like a volcano erupting and the sky collapsing, extremely fierce.

The evil spirits throughout Yangzhou trembled. Although they didn't know what happened, they felt inexplicably extremely frightened in their hearts.

It's like a natural enemy has arrived.

But the crazy old man was not completely powerless to fight back. Although he was at a disadvantage, his fists became more fierce, his whole body was like a rainbow, and his fists were filled with golden light.

With one punch, even thunder and flames will be turned into powder, and it can blast cracks into the void. It is incredibly powerful.

Such a fist is enough to suppress the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, the universe, the universe, and even the highest realm of the immortal golden body, I am afraid it cannot withstand it.

If you follow heaven, you will be a human being, if you go against heaven, you will become an immortal.

The crazy old man's fist intention is like an immortal, seizing the fortune of heaven and earth, and the mysteries of the sun and moon. He wants to break the nine shackles and reach the sky step by step. Even if he is as small as an ant, he still dares to punch God!

But even with such a heaven-defying fist intention, he was defeated step by step under the golden whip, and suffered repeated setbacks. Drops of blood fell from the fist covered with immortal light.

The blood passed through the heavy thunder and fire and hit the vast earth like pieces of meteorites, leaving behind terrifying caves that exuded a fierce aura.

Some rivers are even evaporated directly into fog.

Although the blood disappeared, the intention of the fist remained, causing the mountains and rivers to change shape, and the rivers to turn into fog, with the potential to change the world.

Miao Zhu was also a cultivator. He looked at this scene and lost his mind for a long time. His heart was extremely horrified.

He once heard someone say that when one reaches an extremely deep level of cultivation, a drop of blood can slay demons and a single hair can cut off a mountain.

He originally only heard it as a joke. After all, even a real person in the Sixth Realm could not achieve this level, but now he knew that it was true.

What is the state of that crazy old man who looks like a beggar?

The seventh realm or the eighth realm?

However, although he was powerful, he was still defeated by Ling Guanye.

No wonder Taoist priest Zhang often told him that Lingguan Ye was the Taoist god of war who protected the law. He was a first-class powerful and domineering man who would protect every monk who dedicated himself to the Tao. His divine power reached the heavens.

"kill!!"

"Anyone who attempts to destroy our Jade Cauldron Palace will be killed without mercy!!"

The crazy old man's eyes were completely red. At this moment, he was covered in bruises, his clothes were charred black, and most of his hair was singed. However, he was also stimulated to have unlimited potential. The eight-fold Jade Cauldron Xuan Gong was operated to the extreme, and he had the magical power to move mountains and reclaim seas. .

The Nine-Dragon Cauldron with three legs and two ears turned from a virtual shadow into a real thing, as if he had pulled it out of the long river of time and briefly came to the present world.

Refining falsehood into truth.

The Immortal Cauldron is several feet high, and its celestial light shines brightly. It seems to be filled with the luck of the Jade Cauldron Mountain that has been passed down for thousands of years. It has immeasurable merits and virtues. It is a well-deserved sacred object to suppress religion.

But he directly took it as a weapon in his hand and smashed it towards the golden whip.

clang! clang! clang! clang!

The roar shook the heaven and earth, covering up the thunder.

Wang Lingguan did his duty and refused to take a step back. The golden whip was invincible and smashed several dents on the immortal cauldron. The sky fire even spread to the cauldron, trying to melt it into molten iron.

Outside the Lingxiao Palace, even when facing the Monkey King, he did not retreat even one step. No matter how powerful the crazy old man was, how could he make Wang Lingguan retreat?

Even though he was unable to display his full strength when he came to this world, he still had the arrogance of a great spiritual official from Dutian.

The mad old man's tiger's mouth has split open, and the blood has stained the feet of the immortal cauldron red. He is constantly coughing up blood in his mouth, and the unparalleled fist that defies the heaven and defeats the immortal is gradually cooling down.

It won't last long.

Wang Lingguan patted the dragon-binding rope around his waist.

roar!

The golden rope turned into an old dragon god, calling for wind and rain, traveling through clouds and lightning, and wrapped around the crazy old man's bruised body, constantly tightening.

The dragon head even tore the layer of protective fairy light and bit the crazy old man's neck.

Although the crazy old man struggled hard, his divine power that was enough to move mountains and break peaks could not shake the dragon-binding rope. He only held up slightly every time and then ran out of strength.

He roared again and again, but his voice became smaller and smaller, because the dragon-binding rope was getting tighter and tighter, even pressing on his chest, which greatly affected his voice.

The crazy old man's eyes were a little dazed.

"Immortal, you are an immortal..."

"The ninth picture, the ninth picture..."

"Fire dragon and water tiger, sun crow and moon rabbit, three gates of the forward and backward, big and small cauldron furnace..."

He muttered to himself, and it seemed that he saw the Jade Tripod Nine Immortals again, from low to high, one by one in front of him.

"Nurturing the Holy Fetus, the Infant is in Action, the Five Qis are Returning to the Origin, the Yang God is Born..."

From the first picture to the eighth picture flashed in his mind one by one, and finally stopped at the ninth picture that he had been comprehending for countless years without understanding.

"Nine Cauldrons... Refining the Heart..."

Under the oppression of Wang Lingguan, the crazy old man actually fell into some kind of extremely rare epiphany, the pure yang power in his body was boiling, and he wanted to forcefully comprehend the last picture and ascend to the ninth realm of immortality!

His accumulation is not to be underestimated. After countless years of comprehension, the flash of inspiration in the midst of the devil, coupled with the potential explosion between life and death, he actually realized something.

"The ninth realm... open!!"

He shouted angrily, his long hair soaring into the sky, and the immortal cauldron seemed to have undergone some changes. Nine immortal pictures appeared on the cauldron. The first eight were very clear, but the ninth was blurry.

Roar!

The dragon-binding rope was actually stretched open by him, and the crazy old man didn't care, his eyes shot out golden light, trying to see the ninth picture clearly.

However, with a scream, his eyes bled, and his eyes exploded into blood mist, looking very scary.

The power of breaking through the realm also stopped suddenly, and the work failed.

But this breakthrough seemed to have briefly restored his consciousness. He stopped fighting and flew in a certain direction.

Wang Lingguan had been watching from the sidelines and did not make a move. It seemed that he also wanted to see if this person could break through the realm and ascend to immortality, but unfortunately, that person failed.

Whoosh!

The wind and fire wheel under his feet surged, and Wang Lingguan's figure instantly broke through the cloud barrier, leaving a gorgeous wave of fire, chasing the crazy old man like lightning.

The crazy old man's escape technique was very clever. Sometimes he turned into a fairy crane, sometimes into a golden roc. Each one was the fastest in the world, and it was varied and mysterious.

But nothing could escape from that golden eye.

Soon, the crazy old man was about to be caught up.

But he suddenly fell into a lake.

Shenju Mountain, Yinyang Lake.

Wang Lingguan did not hesitate and also escaped into the lake. The flames on the wind and fire wheel even boiled the unfathomable Yinyang Lake, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

As for the corpse-reincarnating immortal's human skin and the ancient Buddhist pagoda, they remained quiet from beginning to end, not daring to make the slightest movement.

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