The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 279 Swords and Blades Reunited, Farewell Yue Ling
Zhang Jiuyang's hair has actually grown partially, but it's not long enough, so he still wears a wig for the time being. When he fights, he even allocates some of his magic power to protect it.

After all, winning or not is a temporary matter, but being handsome or not is a lifelong matter.

But this time he was too weak to take care of it and was spotted by the sharp-eyed little monk.

It's so embarrassing.

"Little monk, what's your name?"

Zhang Jiuyang felt 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, one needs to first let the silver light pass through the body and then take it back into the body. The reason is that the silver light is too sharp, and passing it out can blunt its edge.

Through this contraction and expansion, it can become more refined and vast.

However, the silver light shining on the little monk was directly absorbed by him. Zhang Jiuyang did not even take it back. Although it was very weak, it did happen.

"Reply to Luohan, my name is Sanbao!"

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

This must be the enlightenment of Arhat!
"I told you, I'm not an Arhat, but an ordinary cultivator. It's just that the magic I just practiced is related to Buddhism."

"That's it..."

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

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

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

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

San Bao shook his head and said, "Master died from a battle with evil spirits. He devoted his entire life to this, so it can be said that he died a worthy death."

"Evil? Which evil?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiuyang was eager to try it out, and the Evil-Slaying Sword in his hair glowed red.

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

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

He really wanted to test the sword's edge on a demon.

Sanbao's eyes lit up. His master failed to get rid of the evil spirit and died with regret. Although the big 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, that evil spirit is very powerful, calling herself the Mother of Buddha. My master is the abbot of Dazhi Temple, with a cultivation level of the third realm, but he was easily seriously injured by it. When he was dying, he still regretted that he could not eliminate this evil spirit for Buddhism."

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

Sanbao said with anticipation, but he didn't notice the stunned look on Zhang Jiuyang's face.

"Dazhi Temple, Buddha Mother..."

"Is it the statue with nine arms and a red cloth covering 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 ghost mother’s father in this life had looked for many monks, wanting to get rid of her, and the abbot of Dazhi Temple was one of them.

He remained 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 deeds of the Buddha Mother, in a corner that he could not see, may have changed the lives of many people.

Just like this little monk, he originally lived a very happy life, fighting demons with his master, but after his master died, his life would change drastically.

The ghost mother has been reincarnated, but this does not mean that her past sins can be wiped out.

He had originally planned to ferry the Ghost Mother into the underworld to use as a chess piece for the future, but now it seems that not everything should be calculated.

Zhang Jiuyang seemed to have figured something out, and he felt unusually relaxed.

Since it was the ghost mother's own fault, she should bear the consequences herself. As for the outcome, it depends on her luck.

He would never change his principles and shield an evil spirit that harms people just for the sake of a plot.

Otherwise, how could he face Zhong Kui, Wang Lingguan, and now Lu Zu, who had fought alongside 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 with him and walked towards Ganquan Mountain. He did not use any escape techniques but just walked as if he was strolling in the garden, chatting with Sanbao all the way.

The more he talked, the more he realized that this young monk was truly intelligent. His words and actions revealed an indescribable spirituality, and at such a young age, he actually had very unique insights into Buddhism.

Zhang Jiuyang pointed out several obscure parts of the Immortal Golden Body, and the little monk was able to quote scriptures and give explanations, which made Zhang Jiuyang very happy.

The Immortal Golden Body is ultimately a Buddhist practice, and it becomes increasingly profound and difficult to understand as you progress through the levels. He could still rely on external forces to achieve the first two levels, but the third level actually requires a solid foundation in Buddhism.

In this respect, the young monk Sanbao can definitely be his teacher.

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

The two of them chatted about Buddhism in this way, becoming more and more engaged and getting along better and better. Sometimes they debated, sometimes they were in deep thought, and sometimes they laughed.

However, a dragon roar broke this harmony.

A black dragon flew out from 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.

"Owner!"

"Nine Brother, it's Nine Brother!"

"Come quickly, I found Brother Jiu!" The black dragon descended 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. She looked chubby, with clear and stupid eyes and slightly protruding dragon horns on her head. She held Zhang Jiuyang's legs like a sloth and refused to let go.

"Sister... Husband..."

"Looking for...my 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.

However, there are still clues. The picture of the Four Dragon Kings was his visualization picture. Even if it was torn away, he could still vaguely feel a general direction.

It seems to be in the East.

After all, the Dragon Girl was the first woman in his two lifetimes. He couldn't just ignore her like that. He had to get to the bottom of the matter.

"Brother Jiu, guess who's here?"

As soon as Ah Li finished speaking, Zhang Jiuyang smiled, raised his eyes to look at the clouds in the distance, and his voice was like a loud bell.

"Sneaky, that's not like your style."

Boom!

A flame fell from the sky.

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

The dragon-sparrow sword at her waist made a clanging sound, but it did not indicate any hostility, rather it seemed as if it was greeting an old friend.

The evil-slaying sword between Zhang Jiuyang's hair also rang.

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

Sanbao's heart was shaken. He felt an astonishing sense of oppression from this female general. He couldn't help but feel fear at the sight of her.

And for some reason, he looked into the eyes of the female general and felt somewhat familiar.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Several more streams of light fell, two of which were sword lights, the most dazzling and sharp, making it difficult to look directly at them.

Pei Qingchi, Pei Qianhuo, and the three Lingtailang they transferred from Baihu Pavilion.

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

My master once worked with people from the Imperial Observatory. At that time, he said that people from the Imperial Observatory would wear fish bags around their waists to carry magic tools, talismans, elixirs and other items.

Si Chen wears a copper fish bag, Lingtai Lang wears a silver fish bag, and Jianhou wears a gold fish bag.

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

But now, three Lingtailang wearing silver fish bags came directly, and it seemed that they were extremely respectful to Brother Zhang.

etc--

Sanbao's eyes fell on the waist of the female general and saw the inconspicuous goldfish bag covered by the cloak.

hiss!
He instantly gasped.

Imperial Observatory... the Imperial Observatory?
At this time, Yue Ling raised his hand and slowly untied the Ming Wang mask, revealing an extremely handsome, heroic and cold face.

He has sword-like eyebrows, thin lips, a hanging nose, star-like eyes, and a clear and smooth jaw, like a knife blade.

Those cold eyes concealed a sense of pride and courage that looked down upon the world. Although he said nothing, just by standing there quietly, people could not ignore him, like a bright moon hanging among the stars.

None of the three Lingtai Langs, who looked so imposing, dared to speak before she opened her mouth. They stood silently behind her, like her personal soldiers.

"Yue, Yue...Minglie Hou?"

Sanbao exclaimed and even rubbed his eyes, showing an expression of disbelief.

As Yue Ling became the youngest sixth-level immortal in the world and caused the amazing visions of two suns shining together and the advent of the Ming King, she has become a legend.

Many young monks even had a blind worship for her, just like the star-chasers of later generations.

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

Sanbao was no exception. As a person who grew up in Yangzhou, he was very familiar with Yue Ling's deeds. Naturally, he had also seen Yue Ling's portrait, so he was able to recognize him.

Yue Ling did not even glance at the little monk who admired her. She just looked at Zhang Jiuyang quietly, and her cold and majestic eyes slowly softened.

Their eyes met, and a smile of tacit understanding appeared in their eyes.

"I'm here to pick you up."

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

"No, my injury has healed."

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

"Whether the injury is healed or not is not up to you to decide. Let me check it out."

"Really, there's no need—"

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

"hiss!"

Zhang Jiuyang took a breath of cold air.

Okay, now I'm really hurt.

……

(End of this chapter)