The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhang Jiuyang did not go to the stall to tell fortunes today, but gave himself a day off.

He walked on the streets of the county, looking at the people coming and going, the vendors hawking, and the piles of fresh horse and cow manure on the ground.

The laughter of children, the crisp chirping of cicadas, and the shouting along the street intertwined, suddenly making him feel unreal.

It seemed that everything he experienced last night was just a dream, and the female ghosts and evil spirits were incompatible with this small county full of fireworks.

Unknowingly, he came to the steamed bun shop.

From a distance, he saw the little cook A Li waving at him, showing a sweet smile, and her voice was as clear as a bell.

"Brother Jiu, are you not going to the stall today?"

Zhang Jiuyang walked over quickly, and A Li had already handed him two wrapped steamed buns, smiling with dimples.

At the age of seven or eight, she should be in elementary school in the future. With her cute appearance, she would probably be spoiled by her parents like a little princess. However, in this world, she has already started to shoulder the burden of the family.

"No stall, rest today."

"Uncle Jiang, good morning."

Zhang Jiuyang touched her head and smiled at Uncle Jiang.

Uncle Jiang also showed a simple smile, but his eyes looked at Zhang Jiuyang with some changes, as if he noticed that this young man had undergone some huge changes overnight.

Seeing that no one was buying steamed buns now, Zhang Jiuyang didn't plan to leave. He looked around and was worried about where to sit, when he saw Ali happily bringing her little chair.

"Brother Jiu, can I ask you for a favor?"

Zhang Jiuyang sat down and smiled at the clever little girl: "Tell me, what is it?"

Ali clenched her hands and said nervously: "Brother Jiu, can you teach me to read?"

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang looking at her in surprise, Ali lowered her head and wiped her hands on the worn apron again and again. She felt a little regretful that she shouldn't make such an unreasonable request.

Daddy often told her that helping others should not be rewarded.

It's just...

"Okay."

Zhang Jiuyang's clear voice sounded, and the little girl raised her head instantly, showing a look of surprise.

"I didn't expect it to be such a simple thing, but can you tell me why you want to learn to read?"

Ali said without thinking: "I heard that studying can make a lot of money, then, then..."

She glanced at her father, and even though she knew that her father couldn't hear, she lowered her voice.

"Then I can find a good doctor to treat my father and let him hear and speak again!"

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved and asked, "Can Uncle Jiang hear and speak before?"

Uncle Jiang is definitely not an ordinary person. Whether it is that he asked me not to go out these days last night or the strange look he gave me just now, it is enough to prove that he has discovered something.

Zhang Jiuyang is a little curious about his extraordinary sensitivity.

Ah Li nodded and said that her father used to be a normal person, but he became deaf and dumb due to a serious illness, so she thought that as long as she found a good doctor, she could help her father recover.

Looking at her expectant eyes, Zhang Jiuyang didn't have the heart to tell her that in this world, perhaps the road of studying is not open to women.

He picked up a branch and wrote three words on the ground.

Jiang Youli.

The handwriting is elegant and handsome, with clear bones and muscles, and a combination of hardness and softness.

"Brother Jiu, you write so beautifully!"

"This is your name, practice these three characters first."

A Li's eyes were full of admiration, and she immediately picked up a branch to practice, although her writing was crooked, she practiced very seriously.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled, quietly left a tael of silver in the cloth pocket of her apron, and then turned and left with two steamed buns.

Under the golden sunlight, the little girl practiced her name seriously on the ground, and Uncle Jiang also temporarily stopped his work, leaning against the door and smiling at his own girl. Under the mottled shadows of the trees, it was as beautiful as a painting.

Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly, he would not ask Uncle Jiang's secrets anymore, because he didn't want to disturb this happiness.

……

After having a good meal in the restaurant in the county town, Zhang Jiuyang went to the bookstore and bought many books, mostly related to history, astronomy, and geography.

He wanted to seriously understand the world, and books were undoubtedly the best way.

In the evening, he sat at home and read quietly under the candlelight.

This country is called Daqian. Since Taizu killed the dragon and started the uprising, it has been founded for 600 years and passed down for 12 generations. It has been prosperous and powerful, but also turbulent. Now it has been declining and chaos has occurred frequently.

After the current Majesty ascended the throne, although the reign was named Taiping, whether it is really Taiping or not, the people have their own scales in their hearts.

Now it is the seventh year of Taiping, midsummer.

Daqian occupies the rich land of Jiuzhou and is based on farming. Zhang Jiuyang is in Qingzhou.

If Daqian is a sick tiger occupying a treasure land, then the Liao Dynasty in the north is a hungry wolf salivating. If it were not for the 800-li Tongtian Mountains, the war horses of the grassland people would have ravaged the Central Plains long ago.

The west is divided into the 16 countries of the Western Regions with Yongzhou as the boundary. Among them, the Jialoulan Kingdom, which takes Tantric Buddhism as its state religion, is growing stronger and stronger, and has the potential to unify the Western Regions.

To the south is the mysterious Ten Thousand Mountains, in the middle of which is the ancient country's Southern Xinjiang, which is shrouded in miasma all year round. Even the bravest soldiers would suffer from numerous illnesses when they arrived there. Therefore, the people of Daqian know very little about Southern Xinjiang and are terrified at the mere mention of it.

As for the east, there is an endless ocean, called the East China Sea. No one knows what the end of this ocean is, but it is said that there is a fairy island hidden in the deepest part of the East China Sea, named Penglai, where immortals live and grow immortal medicines, which can make people live forever.

Unfortunately, all the emperors who have tried to send people to sea to find immortal medicines from ancient times to the present have failed without exception.

Zhang Jiuyang closed the book and only looked at the records in the book. This is indeed a place very similar to ancient China, but he searched through the books and did not find any records about practice and demons.

There are not even any strange novels.

Even if words like immortals and immortal medicines are occasionally mentioned, they are all negative teaching materials, warning people not to pursue these illusory things.

But after the incident with the female ghost, he was sure that this world is not simple. A small Yunhe County can have such a powerful female ghost. It is impossible that there are no other demons in the land of Daqian Jiuzhou.

There is only one explanation, that there is an invisible hand behind this, deliberately preventing the spread of these news.

Is it the government?

Just as Zhang Jiuyang was thinking, the portrait of Zhong Kui in his mind trembled slightly. In a trance, Zhang Jiuyang felt that he seemed to hear a familiar voice.

"Bless the sage Zhong Kui, the master of the house."

"Bless the sage Zhong Kui, the master of the house."

"Bless the sage Zhong Kui, the master of the house."

"The people Wang Lan sincerely burns incense, please bless my family to be safe and sound..."

Isn't this Aunt Wang's voice?

Just when Zhang Jiuyang was a little confused, he saw a wisp of green smoke slowly drifting into the painting. The next moment, the original black and white ink painting of Zhong Kui suddenly had a little more color.

The whole portrait also had a little more spiritual energy than before.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shining.

He seemed to... have discovered something extraordinary!

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