The God and Buddha are actually me

A person whose bones weigh more than seven taels?

Zhang Jiuyang immediately remembered the "Yuan Tiangang Bone Weighing Fortune Telling Technique" that he had seen from his grandfather in his previous life. The weight of a mortal's bones was only seven taels of gold at most, which was already the destiny of the emperor.

The criticism poems are even more praised.

It is rare to be born in this world, and this person has accumulated good deeds for ten generations.

The purple microscopic light in the sky comes to take care of the destiny, and rules all the people to enjoy peace.

The leader of the Yin lineage, Erye, also confided this secret to Zhang Jiuyang before his death. He said that the duty of the Yin lineage was to kill those strangers whose bones weighed more than seven taels of gold.

Those strangers seemed to be born with Su Hui. Even when they were children, they already showed an otherworldly temperament and a golden light in their souls.

But it will gradually fade after adulthood.

They are responsible for killing these aliens before they reach adulthood.

Zhang Jiuyang had gradually forgotten the secret of this Yin family, but now he suddenly remembered it again after hearing Du Shensuan's words.

It turns out that the underworld has gathered together so many people who are proficient in divine calculations, and even let the underworld bear most of the divine punishment, just to figure out the whereabouts of these aliens.

The so-called Yin soldiers cross the border to escort the souls of those strangers to the underworld. No wonder they act with clear goals every time and turn a blind eye to the demons in the Yang world.

The reason why they want to kill people who can see them is probably to keep this secret and not reveal their whereabouts.

"Zhenzhen Zhang, I only know so much. Now I have been promoted and serve in the Underworld Gong Cao Department. I am responsible for organizing files, submitting official documents, conveying edicts, etc."

"If the real person has instructions, you can burn the yellow paper with the birth date of the old man at midnight. The old man will definitely come, but if you have an assignment, you will be heartless and do your best!"

Return a favor in return.

Du Shen is considered a generous person who knows how to repay his kindness. These words have undoubtedly shown his intention. Although he is serving in the Underworld Gong Cao Department, his heart is towards Zhang Jiuyang.

After leaving his birthday and birth date, Du Shensuan bowed deeply to Zhang Jiuyang again, and his figure slowly disappeared.

Zhang Jiuyang shattered the dream and slowly opened his eyes.

Interestingly, the emperor knew that Du Shen was Wang Lingguan's man, but he promoted him to serve in the Gong Cao Department. That was a position where he could easily access secrets and could not be held by anyone but a close confidant.

Is Mr. Fu trying to show his kindness?

He thought for a moment, then shook his head, smiled, and continued to practice with his eyes closed.

No matter what Mr. Fu thinks, this is the best result for now.

No matter what purpose the other party has, whether it is cooperation or testing, strength is the basis of everything.

If Wang Lingguan hadn't shown his power and shocked the underworld, how could the emperor promote Du Shensuan?

I'm afraid the underworld will also give preferential treatment to Uncle Jiang.

This is all brought about by strength. Only if you have a big fist will others respect you. Therefore, no matter what the other party's purpose is, his most important thing is always to practice.

The silver light became more and more brilliant, penetrating through the flesh and skin, making his body itchy and the pain was greatly reduced.

This is a sign that the second level of the immortal golden body is about to be completed.

Zhang Jiuyang was overjoyed. It was indeed the divine power specially left by Master Ling. It had long lasting power, was pure and vast, and could actually help him cultivate a golden body!

If he did not use this divine power properly, the opponent would automatically dissipate after repairing the injury, but now he has exerted it to its maximum effect.

In the cave, there was a faint silver light.

The light seemed to have a strange power, dyeing the stone wall silver. Looking from a distance, it looked like a natural silver mine.

In the center of the 'Silver Mine', there sat a silver-bodied Arhat, even his eyebrows and hair were silver, crystal clear and otherworldly.

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Luohan Mountain, mountainside.

A little monk with red lips and white teeth was struggling to swing the ax in his hand, chopping down the pine tree next to him.

He would recite Amitabha every time he cut down the tree. When the pine tree was cut down, he would put his hands together and recite sutras devoutly, as if to save the pine tree.

With the scorching sun above his head, the little monk was sweating like rain, but he still persevered.

"Junior Brother Sanbao, you only choose old trees that are about to die, and you still have to recite sutras for salvation. When can we save enough wood to make a coffin for Master?"

There was an older monk beside the young monk. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with some impatience in his eyes.

The young monk shook his head and said: "Senior brother, if the master is still alive, he will definitely not want us to cut down the new tree to bury the old body. The master once said that if one day he died in the hands of the demon, let us not have to If you are sad, don’t hold a big funeral, just come to Luohan Mountain and choose some decaying wood for a coffin.”

The older monk sighed after hearing this and said: "Master is free and easy, but he doesn't know that just after he passed away, Dazhi Temple fell into pieces. Our lineage was forced to return to secular life one after another, and now only you and me are left. "

Hearing this, the young monk looked at him calmly and said, "Senior brother, are you also ready to return to secular life?"

The elderly monk avoided his gaze and sighed: "I originally wanted to wait until Master was buried before talking about it, but my mother sent a letter saying that she was seriously ill, so I might... have to take the first step."

"Buddhism, I'm afraid it has no chance of me."

Not only was the young monk not angry, but he expressed relief and said: "Senior brother, as long as you have Buddha in your heart, even if you no longer chant the bells in the morning and the drums in the morning and evening, you will still practice Buddhism."

The elder monk shook his head and said: "Sanbao, you are a genius in practicing Buddhism. Master once said that you can even enter Baiyun Temple, but I can't, I can't..."

The young monk did not force it, but stepped forward, took out a jade Buddha pendant from his neck, and gave it to his senior brother.

"Senior brother, as a son, you must first be filial to the Buddha before you can serve the Buddha. You can pawn this jade pendant and hire a good doctor for your aunt."

"This, this is a treasure given to you by the master, and this is the Buddha. How can you pawn it and get stained with the smell of money?"

Although the elder monk was ready to return to secular life, his years of practice still made him full of respect for the Buddha and he dared not blaspheme in the slightest.

The young monk smiled faintly when he heard this and said, "Senior brother, if this jade Buddha is burned, will there be relics?"

"Of course not."

"Since there are no relics, how can it be a Buddha?"

The elder monk was stunned as if he had been hit by a wake-up call.

"So, just be a monk, don't worry about it. No matter how heavy the jade Buddha is, it is not as heavy as a human life."

The older monk didn't say anything. He held the jade Buddha tightly, lost in thought for a long time, and finally bowed deeply to the young monk.

"Brother Sanbao, Master always praised you before, saying that you have a natural Buddha heart. We were not convinced and even jealous. Now I finally understand why Master values ​​you so much."

"Brother Sanbao, take care!"

"Brother, take care!"

The young monk sent off his last brother, and finally retracted his gaze until he could no longer see the other's figure, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

In just a few days, the master passed away, and the brothers returned to secular life one after another. The temple where he grew up had no place for him to stand, and it was full of intrigues.

Although he was more mature than his peers, this would still be a bit disappointing for a 14-year-old boy.

The young monk looked at the top of Luohan Mountain, clasped his hands together, and sighed softly.

"Master, what should I do?"

"If there really is an arhat, can you give me some advice?"

It is said that Luohan Mountain is the dojo of an arhat in Buddhism. It is beautiful and full of ancient pines. There is an arhat temple on the top of the mountain, but it has been declining and no one cares about it.

The little monk prayed devoutly and then opened his eyes, ready to continue chopping trees.

But just as he picked up the axe, he vaguely saw a silver light flashing in the distance.

Did someone lose silver?

The little monk hurriedly walked towards that place, not because he was greedy, but because he thought that the owner would be very anxious and he had to return it to the owner quickly.

But what he didn't expect was that the closer he got to that place, the stronger the silver light became.

The light shone on the weeds and thorns, and it actually gave them a layer of silver light. The little monk knocked with his fingers, and it felt cold and hard and even made a banging sound.

It was as if knocking on gold and iron.

The little monk seemed to have thought of something, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Could it be that the Arhat heard my prayer and gave me instructions?

With this thought, he quickly pushed aside the weeds and thorns outside and saw a magical cave. The stone walls at the entrance were all silver, like silver.

He stepped into the cave, and the silver light also shone on him, dyeing his skin silver.

But the little monk soon found that his body was getting heavier and stiffer, and in the end, it seemed to have turned into a sculpture cast in silver.

At this time, he also walked into the cave and saw the scene inside the cave.

On the inner side of the cave against the wall, a man with silver hair and silver eyebrows was sitting cross-legged. From head to toe, his whole body was flowing with silver light, and even his clothes were like silver armor.

It was like a glowing sculpture, but the little monk could confirm that the other party must be alive.

Because his chest was slightly rising and falling, there was a sign of breathing.

"Luo, Arhat..."

The little monk used the last bit of strength and shouted, but as soon as the voice sounded, he heard a sword ring.

It was a red hairpin, pressing against his throat.

Although his whole body was dyed with silver light at this moment, as if he was wearing a layer of armor, under the red hairpin, his skin actually felt a sharp pain.

The little monk stopped where he was, and the hairpin no longer hurt him.

It seemed that some kind of wonderful balance was achieved.

But the silver light became stronger and stronger, and the little monk felt heavier and even had a sense of being unable to breathe. He wanted to leave the cave, but found that his feet were almost petrified and had no feeling.

However, in the crisis, he also found something special.

The 'Arhat' with silver light flowing on him had an inexplicable Zen meaning. Those silver lights seemed to hide some profound Buddhist teachings, which instantly attracted his attention.

The little monk didn't even realize that the silver light shining on him was actually absorbed by him little by little, and his feet regained freedom again, but he was immersed in the Buddhist teachings and didn't notice it.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a light exclamation.

After an unknown amount of time, the silver light finally accumulated to its peak, and then turned from outward to inward, absorbing all the silver light from all directions into his internal organs, and the stone walls and plants returned to normal.

The little monk looked at the ‘Arhat’ nervously.

The silver light on the other party was disappearing and inward, revealing his fair skin and face, handsome appearance, and unrestrained temperament, unlike ordinary people.

Suddenly, the other party opened his eyes.

Boom!

In an instant, a powerful aura rose, and the whole cave seemed to be overwhelmed and trembled violently.

The ‘Arhat’ slowly raised his eyes and looked at the little monk.

Boom!

The cave collapsed directly, and the falling rocks rolled like rain.

The young monk showed a look of fear on his face. Instead of running away, he subconsciously ran towards the ‘Arhat’, as if he wanted to save him.

At this moment, he completely forgot that the other party might be an Arhat with great magical powers. It was just his instinct as a Buddhist disciple.

But he was just a young monk who had just entered the first realm. He didn’t even know how to cast spells, let alone save people.

The falling rocks were about to crush him to death.

The young monk closed his eyes, but heard a clear sword sound.

The next moment, he felt a strong sense of weightlessness coming from his body. When he opened his eyes again, he couldn’t help but take a breath and saw a scene that he would never forget.

He was actually flying in the sky, with mountains and rivers under his feet, and he shuttled through the clouds like lightning.

The strong wind blew his monk robe, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt the wind slowly subside, and his body quickly descended. Only then did he see that what made him fly was a red long sword inserted in the belt around his waist.

He had never seen such a beautiful sword before. The hilt was azure, the blade was red like jade, and it was engraved with star patterns. There were also many mysterious and ancient patterns, like blood, flowing with brilliant divine light.

Even if it was a fairy sword, it would be no more than this.

But he didn't know if it was an illusion, he always felt that he seemed to have seen this sword somewhere before.

With a plop!

The little monk was thrown to the ground by the sword of killing evil, and then the magic sword hummed softly, turned into a three-foot sword hairpin, and automatically flew into a long black hair.

Zhang Jiuyang, wearing white clothes and a golden belt, stood quietly in the vast sea of ​​clouds on the top of Luohan Mountain, his eyes clear and bright, like a sword light.

He turned around, and an invisible golden light shot out from the scar between his eyebrows, sweeping over the little monk.

"Luohan, are you a Luohan?"

The little monk seemed to be very sure that Zhang Jiuyang was a Luohan.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly, with a few strands of hair floating in front of his forehead.

"Little monk, have you ever seen an Luohan with such long hair?"

"But you are wearing a wig?"

The little monk's eyes were clear and his voice was loud.

Zhang Jiuyang: "..."

"Just now in the cave, I saw your wig flying."

"Amitabha, monks do not lie."

Zhang Jiuyang then remembered that when he cultivated the second level of the Immortal Golden Body just now, his Qi was too strong and the wig was blown away for a moment.

This little monk is really sharp-eyed.

Hmm... should I kill him or dismember him?

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