The God and Buddha are actually me

One knife cuts the hair!

Lao Gao was frightened and fled in a panic, his legs were flying, and he refused to stay no matter how Zhang Jiuyang shouted.

The hair on his head, which was not thick, was immediately worse.

Luo Ping went to bed early. He was a very law-abiding person. If there was no task tonight, he would never stay up late. Everyone ate meat before, but he didn't eat a bite.

Just because eating before going to bed is not good for the body.

A very self-disciplined young man, making Zhang Jiuyang, who often stayed up late to play games in his previous life, ashamed.

Now he and Yue Ling are the only two people left in the yard.

When their eyes met, Yue Ling said lightly: "Go to bed, I'll guard the door."

She sat cross-legged, with the sword in front of her, and the handle of the sword was placed where she could reach it with her hand. Her long hair fluttered slightly, and her breathing was long and long, like the breath of a turtle or a snake.

It seemed that she was resting her eyes, but also that she was practicing.

Diligent, hardworking, self-disciplined, and talented.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly felt very excited. People who are better than you are still working hard, so what's the point of me working hard?

Master Zhong Kui, add some points!

He shook his head, closed the door and went back to the house.

In the night, Yue Ling's body was as straight as a sword, sitting meticulously, breathing more and more long, without ups and downs, and even gave people the illusion of a sculpture.

The general did not take off his armor and guarded the gate at night.

After a while, Zhang Jiuyang opened the door again, holding a book in his hand, and Xiao A Li followed him closely, holding two cups of tea.

When he was about to get close to Yue Ling, he suddenly stopped.

The tip of the knife reflecting the moonlight stopped at his neck, with a cold light flashing and murderous aura. This style of drawing the knife was really fast to the extreme, so that Zhang Jiuyang had no time to dodge.

"Well, I want to talk to you about something."

Zhang Jiuyang showed an awkward but polite smile.

Under the moonlight, Yue Ling actually drew the knife with her eyes closed. She slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were cold and sharp, and she relaxed a little when she saw that it was Zhang Jiuyang.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you, I was half asleep and half awake when I was practicing, and when someone or a demon approached me, I would instinctively draw the knife."

Zhang Jiuyang was immediately scared. Fortunately, she put away the knife, otherwise his neck would be in danger.

At the same time, he was secretly shocked. How many battles did this woman experience before the action of drawing the knife became muscle memory and became the instinct of the body.

Clang!

Yue Ling sheathed the knife, raised her eyes slightly, and glanced at Zhang Jiuyang and A Li.

"What's the matter?"

After a pause, she seemed to have thought of something and said, "If you want to learn the art of closing the door and locking the essence, I don't know it. Women's cultivation methods are different from you men."

In the Hundred Days Pass, men have to lock the essence, while women have to lock the Tiankui.

The former is called "Subduing the White Tiger" and the latter is called "Slaying the Red Dragon". The methods are different. If you confuse the practice, you will definitely go astray.

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and smiled: "General Yue, you misunderstood. I am not here to ask for the practice method."

He winked at A Li.

Go, Lolita diplomacy!

A Li smiled sweetly, handed Yue Ling a cup of tea, and said in a baby voice: "Sister Ming Wang——"

"Speak properly."

Yue Ling's hand pressed on the handle of the Dragon Bird Sword.

A Li immediately said quickly: "It's like this, Brother Jiu needs your help, but it's hard to ask, so let me act cute and sell my dignity to please you with tea."

Zhang Jiuyang: "..."

This little guy, he sold me without hesitation.

He really has no backbone at all, and I don't know who learned it from.

The corners of Yue Ling's mouth slightly raised, but it was fleeting. She reached out to take the tea and said lightly: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Zhang Jiuyang quickly handed over the book in his hand and said seriously: "In fact, I have always had a dream, that is, to become a great novelist. This "Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts" is my--"

Yue Ling's hand pressed on the hilt again.

"Okay, I want you to read this book. If there is no problem, you can let it go and publish it."

Zhang Jiuyang admitted his defeat and said quickly.

A Li made a face at him, meaning that the eldest brother did not say the second brother.

"Novel?"

Yue Ling frowned slightly, obviously she did not expect it to be this kind of thing.

Take the book, when she saw the word Zhong Kui, her eyes moved slightly, as if she thought of something, and then gently read out the author's name.

"Mr. Liaozhai."

"This is my pen name."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and said, "What I said before is true. I really want to be a novelist. I racked my brains to write this story. Many bookstore owners praised it highly. It's a pity that Daqian doesn't allow writing about ghosts and gods."

"So I want to ask you to help me and give it a break."

Zhang Jiuyang had no choice. Every time the visualization map was passed down, the incense power required would be greater. Now the incense in Yunhe County can't keep up, but the visualization map has not changed at all for so long.

Privately spreading beliefs will be treated as heresy, and taking the cultural route is banned by the higher-ups. No bookstore dared to print his book.

So even if he took the time to write this "Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts", it still didn't spread.

Every time this happened, he would always think of the cooperation with Lao Gao. With the full support of the government, he took down the incense power of more than a thousand households in Yunhe County almost overnight.

How cool!

If the court could canonize Zhong Kui as a legitimate god and allow the people to worship him publicly, that would be the best, but Zhang Jiuyang knew that was impossible, so he could only settle for the second best and hope to spread the story of Zhong Kui first.

Yue Ling did not light the lamp, but flipped through the book under the moonlight. At first, she was a little careless. After all, she loved to wield swords and knives since she was a child and was not interested in reading.

But not long after, her eyes changed and began to become serious.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly when he saw this. This book has poured a lot of his efforts. It not only integrates many folk legends about Zhong Kui, but also makes some changes to make it have the characteristics of a cool article.

In this world where popular novels have just sprouted, what would it feel like to suddenly read a cool article, or a ghost and god theme that others dare not write?

Yue Ling's expression has explained everything.

One page, two pages, three pages...

She originally only wanted to read a few pages, but she had read half of the book without realizing it. Time passed quietly, and her expression kept changing.

Sometimes she frowned, sometimes she relaxed, and sometimes she was excited.

She was completely immersed in it.

"Good!"

When she read a certain part, she clapped her hands and said, "What a great saying of 30 years in the east and 30 years in the west. It's ambitious!"

Zhang Jiuyang coughed. In some places, he did plagiarize some classic plots from online articles.

A Li enviously said, "Brother Jiu, Brother Jiu, I want to read it too!"

Journey to the West has been finished, and she is very eager for new stories, but unfortunately she knows too few words and can't understand the book.

"I'll tell you later."

Zhang Jiuyang was in a good mood. It seemed that General Yue would agree.

Who knew that Yue Ling suddenly closed the book, glanced at him, and said, "No."

Zhang Jiuyang was a little disappointed.

"I can't read any more."

Yue Ling shook her head and said, "I almost forgot the time while reading your book. I didn't expect you to be such a great novelist."

"Then General Yue, do you agree?"

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was full of expectation.

"I can promise you, but I have two requests."

"You say!"

"First, some parts need to be modified. For example, the person who dismissed Zhong Kui from the top position cannot be my Daqian Taizu, but can be the emperor of the previous dynasty."

"Understood, no problem!"

Zhang Jiuyang happily picked up the teacup and took a sip. It seemed that this matter was done.

"Second..."

Yue Ling stared at him and said lightly, "I want you to be my peripheral."

Poof!

Zhang Jiuyang almost spit out the tea.

What the hell?

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