The God and Buddha are actually me

"Benefactor!"

"Benefactor!"

On the street, Dashachun was panicking and kept shouting loudly, even bumping into many people, causing complaints.

A middle-aged Taoist who was standing in front of the herbal medicine stall suddenly turned around and looked at him in surprise.

"Master, is there anything strange about that person?"

The boy beside the Taoist noticed the master's eyes and asked.

The middle-aged Taoist gently waved the whisk in his hand, looked up and down at the honest man, and said: "This man has dull eyes and obscure spiritual essence. He doesn't look very smart, but the strange thing is that there is a sense of purity on his face, which shouldn't be the case."

"What purity? It's obviously stupidity."

The herbal medicine stall owner next to him sighed: "This man is called Wu Chun, we all call him Dasha Chun, he has some problems with his brain, but he is still simple and honest. He is lucky to marry a beautiful woman, and it seems that she is about to give birth to a child."

"I just don't know why, he suddenly went crazy again today..."

The middle-aged Taoist looked at him for a while and shook his head. Although the other party had a clear aura, his mental impairment was a hard flaw, and he was destined to have no chance to practice Taoism.

He turned around and continued to select medicinal materials.

"Benefactor!"

Perhaps because of the white Taoist robe, Dasha Chun mistook his back as Zhang Jiuyang, as if he had grabbed the last straw to save his life.

Dashachun rushed forward and patted the middle-aged Taoist on the shoulder.

"How dare you offend my master, you daring villain?"

The middle-aged Taoist did not respond. The boy shouted angrily, pinched his right hand, and pointed at the silver bracelet on his left wrist.

The next moment, the silver bracelet came to life and turned into a small silver snake, biting Dashachun.

Although Dashachun practiced the Sleeping Dragon Pill, he had not practiced the magic power for a long time, so he could not avoid the bite and was bitten on the palm by the small snake.

The wound quickly turned black, as if the silver snake that the bracelet turned into was highly poisonous.

The Taoist boy smiled triumphantly, stretched out his hand, and the white snake quickly crawled back and turned into a silver bracelet again.

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head and smiled. This disciple was good in every way. He was a good seedling for cultivation, but he was a little naughty.

The white snake general had only taught him the general method for less than a month, but he had already started practicing. It was really good.

Of course, as a Taoist, he would not watch this man die of poisoning, and would naturally help him remove the poison. However, this man was so rude that a small punishment was inevitable.

Dashachun's face quickly turned pale, and the bitten palm was blue and black, and swollen, looking very scary.

He was swaying, his brain was groggy, and he was only worried about his wife's safety, so he relied on willpower to support himself and did not fall down.

"Benefactor..."

Even though he was poisoned, he was still calling for the benefactor, as if there was something urgent.

"Relax your mind, don't panic."

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind, gentle and calm, very magnetic.

Dashachun was refreshed, it was the benefactor!

"Remember the sleeping skills I taught you? Use the lying cloud style."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice seemed to have a strange magic, which quickly calmed Dashachun's anxiety, and he subconsciously used the lying cloud style in the sleeping dragon pill skill.

He was seen lying on his side in the street, with his left hand supporting his chin, his right hand holding his kidney, his left leg fully bent, his right hand half bent and half extended, his mind focused on his lower dantian, silently counting the number of breaths in and out.

After thirty-six breaths, he entered a unique state where his mind and breath depended on each other, his spirit did not wander, and he was close and close, neither close nor far away.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged Taoist was surprised, looking at Dashachun who suddenly posed in a sleeping posture, his eyes were full of ripples.

This seemed to be the posture of Taoist sleeping skills, and the breathing was long and deep, like the wind in the empty valley, which was quite true to Taoism.

No wonder this person had a clear face, it turned out that he had learned Taoist sleeping skills.

But...

He smiled lightly, calm and relaxed.

Although the little Taoist boy's White Snake General Method was just a beginner, it was at least one of the true secrets of his Feixian Cave. How could any sleeping skill remove the poison?

That would be too much of an underestimation of their Feixian Cave's magical powers.

Sure enough, although Dashachun used the lying cloud style, and in the sleeping skill of keeping the mind and breath together, which greatly delayed the spread of the poison, he still could not remove the snake venom.

But then, Dashachun made another pose.

He closed his Qi and jumped up, with his jade pillow, heels and palms on the ground, and other parts hanging in the air. He closed his Qi and jumped up once, and jumped up three times in a row, and then returned to the empty state to rest.

The three sleeps of Yunlong.

The middle-aged Taoist's face changed instantly, because he saw drops of black poisonous blood began to flow out of the wound where the other party was bitten, as if being forced out of the body by some force.

What a brilliant sleeping skill!

This person didn't even cultivate magic power, but relied on this magical sleeping skill to break the poison of the White Snake General's method!

Although the little boy only had a glimpse of the way, it can be seen that this Dashachun didn't learn it for a long time.

Compared with the two, the White Snake General's method of Feixian Cave was undoubtedly suppressed.

"Damn it!"

The Taoist boy's face was burning. He didn't expect that the magic he was so proud of would be broken by a fool. In a competitive spirit, he drove the white snake forward again, ready to bite it again.

The middle-aged Taoist chose to acquiesce.

He also wanted to see how much mystery the other party's superb sleeping skills had.

"Hiss!"

The little white snake crawled to Dashachun's neck and was about to bite him again when a hand suddenly stretched out and pinched the white snake's jaw accurately with its long, jade-like fingers.

With a strong fingertip, the white snake opened its mouth instantly.

Zhang Jiuyang reached out and pulled out the two fangs, and threw them away. The fangs fell to the ground, and when the sunlight hit them, they turned into ashes and disappeared.

And the white snake turned into a broken silver bracelet.

The little Taoist boy snorted, his face turned pale, and a trace of blood even flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Little guy, Taoism is used to subdue demons and eliminate demons, not to harm people. Didn't your master teach you this?"

Zhang Jiuyang stood tall and looked at the little boy with leisurely eyes. His eyes were calm, but he made the boy tremble all over and subconsciously hid behind his master.

With his backhand, he saw the life gate of General White Snake's technique and broke it easily. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that the young and handsome man in white in front of him was an expert.

The middle-aged Taoist stood in front of his disciple and said with a smile: "The child is naughty, why should I get angry with him?"

"Xuan Qing, the second disciple of Immortal Yimei in Feixian Cave, don't you know your friend's surname?"

A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door.

Although Zhang Jiuyang just pulled out a fang in an understatement, the viciousness of his eyes, the swiftness of his strikes, and the calmness of his expression all made his eyes light up.

It's a small test, but it's extraordinary.

In addition, with his cultivation in the fifth realm, he could not completely see through this person's details, which made Taoist Master Xuanqing very interested.

"A true disciple of Feixian Cave? A famous sect."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly and said: "I am just a nobody, not worth mentioning. I just feel unhappy when I see uneven roads. I would like to ask..."

The smile on his face faded, and there was a hint of coldness in his voice.

"Injuring people with the snake method for no reason. Is this how you, Feixian Cave, teach your disciples?"

Taoist Master Xuanqing frowned slightly and said: "Fellow Taoist, the bad disciple is indeed a bit naughty this time, but how I, Feixian Cave, teach my disciples, it is not the turn of outsiders to interfere."

"Although Wu Chun is not my successor, he has learned my sleeping skills and is considered a half-registered disciple. Why, you hurt my disciple and you still don't allow me to intervene?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and smiled: "This is the first time that Pindao has discovered that someone acts more domineeringly than me."

Sure enough, as Brother Miao said, these disciples from famous sects are all pretentious and arrogant.

Xuan Qing's heart sank, he didn't expect that he was the one who taught that man the sleeping skills.

Moreover, I don’t know where this person came from. Feixiandong and his reputation as Xuanqing didn’t stop him.

"Fellow Taoist, how do you think this matter should be resolved?"

"The son's failure to teach is the fault of the father; the failure to teach strictly is the fault of the teacher."

"Taoist Master Xuanqing, please give me a hand."

Zhang Jiuyang slowly stretched out his right hand, and the thunder energy in his palm was dense, but his appearance was ordinary and there was nothing unusual about it.

Thunder in the Palm!

"Use lightning in front of me?"

There was a relaxed smile on Xuan Qing's face. Hasn't this person heard that the thunder method of Feixian Cave is the best in the world?

However, this grenade method also made his eyes light up and aroused his competitive spirit.

The other party has obviously practiced the thunder method to a very deep level. The wind and thunder are hidden in the palm of his hand, and he is hiding it before it is launched. His control of the thunder method has reached a perfect level.

Xuan Qing also stretched out his hand and touched the palm containing astonishing thunder energy in the posture of Yunshou.

Boom!

In an instant, there seemed to be a deafening thunder in the air. All passers-by on the street stopped and raised their heads to look at the sky.

But I found that there wasn’t even the slightest dark cloud.

The little Taoist boy hiding behind Xuan Qing had hair all over his body and goosebumps all over his body. His eyes widened. Neither the master nor the man in white had thunder in their palms, but he seemed to have been struck by lightning, and his hair stood on end. stand up.

He couldn't even understand this level of fighting.

But he knew that he would not be at a disadvantage if he could compete with his master in thunder magic. This person's cultivation level was astonishingly high.

So young...how did he practice?

Zhang Jiuyang once again felt the familiar power of Yin Thunder pouring into his body. Sure enough, the other party was also practicing Yin Thunder!

He was calm on the surface, but he was smiling in his heart.

He doesn't have to worry about having too many debts, and he doesn't have to worry about having too many lice. Compared with the power of Yin Thunder in his body, this level is nothing.

Moreover, he is about to relearn Xuan Gong and temper the Yin Thunder. The more Yin Thunder he has in his body at this time, the more benefits he will get by then.

On the other hand, although Taoist Master Xuanqing has profound cultivation and is better than Zhang Jiuyang, he is obviously far behind in physical cultivation.

The thunder energy in Zhang Jiuyang's palm continued to pour in, making his expression become more solemn.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice suddenly sounded.

"My dear friend, please help Xiaoyu, she, she has severe pain in her abdomen, she seems like she can't hold on any longer..."

Boom!

The thunder shook, and the two separated from each other. Zhang Jiuyang took two steps back, and Xuan Qing also took two steps back.

After a short discussion, they were evenly matched.