The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhang Jiuyang's hair has actually grown out, but it's not long enough, so he's still wearing a wig for the time being. When fighting, he even uses some of his magic power to protect it.

After all, winning or not is a matter of a moment, but being handsome or not is a matter of a lifetime.

But this time he was weak and didn't take care of it for a while, and was actually seen by the sharp-eyed little monk.

It's so embarrassing.

"Little monk, what's your name?"

Zhang Jiuyang was a little curious about this little monk. He could feel the power of his golden body from the other's body.

When practicing the second level of the immortal golden body, you need to let the silver light pass through the body and then take it in. The reason is that the silver light is too sharp, and passing it out can blunt its edge.

In this period of collection and release, it can become more pure and vast.

However, the silver light shining on the little monk was directly absorbed by him, and Zhang Jiuyang didn't take it back. Although it was very weak, it really happened.

"Reply to Luohan, my name is Sanbao!"

Sanbao said respectfully. He was exhausted from chopping trees, but now he was full of strength for some reason.

This must be the enlightenment of Luohan!

"I said, I am not Luohan, but an ordinary monk. It's just that the magic I just practiced is related to Buddhism."

"Is that so..."

Sanbao was a little disappointed. He could feel that the other party did not seem to be lying.

"Little monk, peeping at others' practice is a taboo. I see you are also a practitioner. Didn't your master teach you?"

Hearing this, Sanbao's eyes dimmed and he said, "My master passed away not long ago. I didn't mean to peek at you practicing. I thought you were... Arhat."

Zhang Jiuyang was slightly stunned, and then his tone softened a lot, saying, "Sorry."

Sanbao shook his head and said, "Master was seriously injured and died in a battle with evil spirits. He devoted his whole life to this, and he died a worthy death."

"Evil spirits? Which evil spirits?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jiuyang was eager to try, and the sword of killing evil in his hair was flowing with red light.

The second level of the golden body, the sword heart is clear.

Now his strength has been greatly improved again, especially the flying sword technique, which has undergone a transformation like a reborn, and the power has increased greatly.

He really wants to use a demon to test the sword.

Sanbao's eyes lit up. His master died with regret because he didn't get rid of the evil spirit. Although the elder brother in front of him was not an arhat, he must be a senior with profound cultivation. Maybe he could get rid of the evil spirit?

"Senior, the evil spirit is very powerful and calls herself Buddha Mother. My master is the abbot of Dazhi Temple. He has the cultivation of the third realm, but he was easily seriously injured by it. When he was dying, he still regretted that he could not get rid of this evil spirit for Buddhism."

"Senior, your magic power is so strong, can you defeat that evil spirit?"

Sanbao said with expectation, but he didn't notice that Zhang Jiuyang was stunned.

"Dazhi Temple, Buddha Mother..."

"Is it the statue with nine arms and a red cloth on its head?"

Sanbao nodded immediately and said excitedly: "Senior, do you also know that evil spirit?"

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved.

I remember that the father of the ghost mother in this life had found many masters to get rid of it. The abbot of Dazhi Temple was one of them.

He was silent and suddenly discovered something.

This is a real world, not a game. The people here are not NPCs, but have their own lives.

The Buddha Mother's affairs, in the corners he cannot see, may have changed the lives of many people.

Just like this little monk, he originally lived a very happy life, exorcising demons with his master, but after his master's death, his life will also change dramatically.

The ghost mother has been reincarnated, but this does not mean that the sins of the past can be written off.

He originally planned to send the ghost mother to the netherworld as a future chess piece, but now it seems that not everything should be calculated.

Zhang Jiuyang seemed to have figured something out, and the whole person actually had an unusual sense of relief.

Since it was the ghost mother's own fault, she should bear it herself, and as for the result, it depends on her luck.

He would never change his principles of action for a calculation and cover up an evil spirit that harms people.

Otherwise, how could he face Zhong Kui, Wang Lingguan, and now Lu Zu who had fought side by side with him?

"Sanbao, I know where the evil spirit is, and I have the ability to get rid of her. Do you want revenge?"

"Really?"

Sanbao was a little excited.

Zhang Jiuyang nodded, and then smiled and said, "In that case, then follow me."

He took Sanbao and walked towards Ganquan Mountain. He did not use the escape method, but walked as if strolling in the garden, and kept chatting with Sanbao on the way.

The more he talked, the more he found that this little monk was really intelligent. His words and deeds revealed an indescribable spirituality, and at a young age, he actually had a very unique understanding of Buddhism.

Zhang Jiuyang talked about several obscure places in the Immortal Golden Body, and the little monk could actually quote scriptures and give explanations, which made Zhang Jiuyang happy.

The Immortal Golden Body is ultimately a Buddhist practice. The more you go back, the more profound and difficult it is to understand. He can still rely on external forces to cultivate the first two levels, but the third level really requires a foundation in Buddhism.

The little monk Sanbao can be his teacher at this point.

However, Zhang Jiuyang had accumulated experience from his previous life, and sometimes a witty remark would make Sanbao feel refreshed.

The two chatted about Buddhism, becoming more and more engaged and getting along better and better, sometimes debating, sometimes meditating, and sometimes laughing.

But a dragon roar broke the harmony.

A black dragon flew out of the clouds, Ah Li rode on the dragon's head, and Qingji stood on Ah Li's hair. When the three children saw Zhang Jiuyang, they all cheered.

"Master!"

"Jiu Ge, it's Jiu Ge!"

"Come on, I found Jiu Ge!"

The black dragon fell from the sky, and Sanbao seemed a little scared. Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, touched his bald head, and said, "Don't worry, they are all my friends."

The black dragon turned into Ao Ya, wearing a black skirt and black hair, with a chubby look, clear and stupid eyes, and a slightly protruding dragon horn on her head. She hugged Zhang Jiuyang's legs like a sloth and refused to let go.

"Brother... husband..."

"Looking for... sister..."

She raised her little face and looked at Zhang Jiuyang expectantly.

Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly, pinched her little dragon horn, and said, "I miss your sister too, but it will take time to find her."

He has always been concerned about the dragon girl, but now there is no news from her, and he doesn't know where to look for her.

But it's not that there are no clues. The Four Seas Dragon King Picture is his visualization picture. Even if it was torn away, he can vaguely feel a certain general direction.

It seems to be in the east.

Speaking of which, the dragon girl is also the first woman in his two lives. It's impossible to just ignore it and ask about it clearly.

"Jiu Ge, guess who's here?"

As soon as Ah Li finished speaking, Zhang Jiuyang smiled, looked up at the clouds in the distance, and his voice was like a bell.

"Sneaky, this doesn't seem like your style."

Boom!

A flame fell from the sky.

Yue Ling's figure appeared in front of him, with a purple gold crown, silver light armor, and the eyes under the Ming Wang mask were majestic and domineering, cold and sharp.

The dragon-sparrow sword on her waist made a clanging sound, not hostile, but as if greeting an old friend.

The evil-slaying sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hair also clanged.

This pair of swords came from the same furnace, and they have long been in tune with each other. In the words of Old Nie, they are soldiers with feelings.

Sanbao's heart was shocked. He felt an amazing sense of oppression from this female general. He couldn't help but feel fear at the other's glance.

And for some reason, he looked at the eyes of this female general and felt a little familiar.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several more streams of light fell, and two of them were the most dazzling, sharp and unmatched, making it difficult for people to look directly at them.

Pei Qingchi, Pei Qianhuo, and the three Lingtai Langs they transferred from the White Tiger Pavilion.

Seeing the silver fish bags on the waists of the three Lingtai Langs, Sanbao suddenly remembered that they should be people from the Imperial Observatory.

Master had worked with people from the Imperial Observatory before. At that time, he said that people from the Imperial Observatory would wear fish bags on their waists to carry magic tools, talismans, elixirs and other things.

Si Chen wears a copper fish bag, Ling Tai Lang wears a silver fish bag, and Jian Hou wears a gold fish bag.

At that time, only Si Chen cooperated with the master, but he was already very powerful. In the end, he turned the tide and made the master admire him very much and feel inferior to him.

But now there are three Ling Tai Langs wearing silver fish bags, and it seems that they respect Brother Zhang very much.

Wait——

Sanbao's eyes fell on the waist of the female general and saw the inconspicuous gold fish bag under the cloak.

Hiss!

He took a breath of cold air instantly.

Qintianjian...Jian Hou?

At this time, Yue Ling raised his hand and slowly untied the Ming Wang mask, revealing a handsome and heroic face.

Sword eyebrows and thin lips, hanging nose and star eyes, the lower jaw is clear and smooth, like a blade.

There is a pride and courage in those cold eyes that look down on the world. Although he said nothing, he just stood there quietly, and people couldn't ignore him, like a bright moon hanging among the stars.

The three powerful Lingtai Langs dared not speak before she opened her mouth. They stood silently behind her, like her personal soldiers.

"Yue, Yue...Minglie Hou?"

Sanbao exclaimed, even rubbed his eyes, showing an unbelievable look.

As Yue Ling became the youngest Six Realm True Man in the world, and caused the amazing vision of two suns shining together and the Ming King coming to the world, she has become a legend.

Many young monks even have a blind worship of her, just like the star-chasing clan in later generations.

The name Yue Ling has become a symbol of miracle, and countless people dream of becoming her.

Sanbao is no exception. As a person who grew up in Yangzhou, he is familiar with Yue Ling's deeds, and naturally has seen Yue Ling's portrait, so he can recognize her.

Yue Ling did not look at this little monk who worshipped him, but just looked at Zhang Jiuyang quietly, and his cold and majestic eyes slowly became soft.

The four eyes met, revealing a hint of a telepathic smile.

"I'm here to pick you up."

She opened her red lips and took the initiative to support Zhang Jiuyang.

"No need, my injury has healed."

In front of so many people, he was really shy.

"Whether the injury is healed or not, you don't have the final say, let me check it."

"Really no need--"

Pa!

Yue Ling slapped him on the back and said coldly: "Don't move."

"Hiss!"

Zhang Jiuyang took a breath of cold air.

Okay, now he is really injured.

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