The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 403: The Non-Existent Sister (Seeking votes at the beginning of the month)
As Zhang Jiuyang spoke, the attitude of the Two-Faced Buddha also changed. From his initial disdain and ridicule, he gradually became indifferent and solemn.

Although he did not look convinced, he no longer interrupted frequently and listened to all the files quietly.

It was not until Zhang Jiuyang finished that he sneered and said, "What a bold lie, Zhang Jiuyang. Although the story you made up is brilliant, it is full of loopholes."

"For example, in the wolf-hunting pit, if it weren't for my sister's sacrifice, why couldn't I climb out at first, but later climbed out?"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly and said, "Two-Faced Buddha, why do you think Mahakala Buddha chose you? If you want to make someone completely despair of this world, you naturally have to arrange the most cruel drama."

"Mahakala Buddha needs you to complete the Krishna Plan. He needs you to become resentful and angry enough."

After a pause, Zhang Jiuyang said meaningfully: "You had never practiced at that time, but your physique was stronger. If you were really disconnected and bleeding, how could you survive, let alone crawl out?"

"But according to Mr. Meng, you not only crawled out, but also went to seek revenge immediately, and then killed many people. Isn't it strange?"

"That's because Buddha is helping me!"

The two-faced Buddha suddenly shouted loudly.

"Yes, you finally admitted it. In fact, the whole drama was orchestrated by the Buddha. It even started when you were born."

"Why did your father want to kill you as soon as you were born?"

"Why was there a female leopard who came to raise you when you were thrown into the wilderness?"

"How come you, at such a young age, were able to survive the wandering and even happened to meet the old dean?"

"Why did you wake up in the middle of practicing medicine and hear a conversation that made you completely despair even though you had taken Ma Fei Tang?"

"Two-Faced Buddha, you are a smart person. Don't you think all these things are too coincidental?"

Zhang Jiuyang raised a series of questions.

These were not things he made up, but were suspicions he had already had when he listened to Mr. Meng's story.

The story of the Two-Faced Buddha seems to be a pre-arranged script from the moment it was born, with a strong sense of design.

Zhang Jiuyang would never believe it even if he was beaten to death if someone said that there was no involvement of the Buddha Mahakala.

Faced with these questions, the two-faced Buddha opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

He himself is a master at manipulating people's hearts. He often uses the secret mantra of Avalokitesvara to deceive people. He has also done similar things, forcing a person into a desperate situation and arousing the deepest evil in his heart.

He had never thought about himself before, but looking back on the past now, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some human traces in his past experiences.

But he was not convinced.

"Zhang Jiuyang, there is another biggest loophole, which is the corpse in my body. She really exists. If I don't have a sister, how can I explain this corpse?"

"The ghost mother also saw my sister back then. Could it be that she is also lying?"

The two-faced Buddha stared at Zhang Jiuyang and questioned.

This is indeed the biggest loophole in the file, because his sister's body is in his body and has become a magic sword containing terrifying cursed power.

Zhang Jiuyang was not panicked at all, and said calmly: "Two-Faced Buddha, have you never doubted it?"

"Your sister is so kind that she couldn't even bear to step on an ant. Why did her bones become such a vicious magic knife?"

This magic sword is rarely used by the Two-Faced Buddha. It is sealed in his body all year round. Once it is unsheathed, its power is extremely powerful. Even Yue Ling's dragon-elephant body almost couldn't withstand it.

In the battle with Senior Brother Miao, the Two-Faced Buddha did not use this sword, simply because the gap in strength was too big. Even if he used it, he would not be able to win, and there was even a possibility that Senior Brother Miao would directly destroy the magic sword.

A two-faced Buddha who loves his sister so much would naturally not use it.

After hearing Zhang Jiuyang's words, the Two-Faced Buddha fell silent and did not speak for a long time.

"In fact, the ghost mother did see a pair of conjoined siblings on the side of the road. At that time, you were indeed carrying a little girl on your back, but she had already died."

The two-faced Buddha raised his head and looked at Zhang Jiuyang. He began to wonder what the other party wanted to say.

"But the little girl sewn onto your body was not your sister, Janus. Do you remember at the end of the story, you held your sister's body and forced a doctor to sew it back onto your back?"

The two-faced Buddha's pupils condensed, revealing a look of reminiscence.

That year, he was defeated by Ye Zuzhi and was seriously injured. He thought he would not live long, so he returned to the wolf pit to retrieve his sister's body, forced a doctor to sew him up, and then returned to the orphanage to wait for death.

It was also at that time that the ghost mother passed by and saved his life.

"The doctor you forced back then has long since passed away, but we found his descendants, who said that before Grandpa died, he kept shouting, 'I'm sorry, my youngest.'"

After a pause, Zhang Jiuyang sighed, "Little girl, it was the doctor's little daughter back then. She died young due to illness. Before the seventh day had passed, you barged in and forced the doctor to sew up your sister's bones with a knife." "But you have nothing in your hands. Where is the bones?"

"In order to keep the whole family alive, the doctor had no choice but to sew the body of our youngest daughter... onto yours."

"That's why the ghost mother can see her sister."

Boom!

The two-faced Buddha's pupils trembled violently, and his originally firm eyes became distracted for a moment, as if he had been struck by thunder, and even his body was shaking slightly.

"No, this is impossible..."

He muttered to himself, as if he was hypnotizing himself.

But Zhang Jiuyang's voice continued to ring like a nightmare.

"At this point, the script has come to an end. The Lord Buddha Mahakala appears to guide you in your practice, but there is still a fatal problem in this scene, and that is the corpse on your body."

"The Lord Buddha Mahakala can keep it a secret from you for a while, but as your cultivation level improves, one day you will find out that the corpse is not your sister, so He guided you to refine the corpse into a magic sword."

"That little girl died young, and her father sewed her body onto a stranger's body. Naturally, she was extremely angry and full of resentment, so the sword she refined was so vicious and ferocious."

boom! boom! boom!
The two-faced Buddha kept hitting his head, as if trying to recall those long-lost memories and find details to refute Zhang Jiuyang.

But he was horrified to find that he seemed... to have some unclear memories.

That originally unforgettable memory should have been unforgettable, but when he tried to recall the details, he found that many parts began to become blurred.

The two-faced Buddha, who is good at this, had to admit a reality: his memory had indeed been affected.

As for the person who influenced him, there is no need to think too much, it was only Buddha Mahakala!
It’s just that he had always been influenced by the Buddha Mahakala, so he never noticed anything unusual.

In a trance, he recalled what Zhang Jiuyang had just said.

"The reason why the kite feels that it is free is because its string has not been cut. Two-Faced Buddha, you should actually thank me. Although you are in a cage at this moment, you are freer than ever before."

boom! boom! boom!
The pounding of the head continued.

After an unknown amount of time, the two-faced Buddha stopped. His head was covered in blood, blood was flowing on his hideous face, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and his voice was very hoarse.

"No, these...are just your speculations. You don't have any evidence..."

Naturally, he would not believe the file of Si Chen from the Imperial Observatory. No matter how reasonable Zhang Jiuyang's words were, they were just speculations.

"You want evidence, so I'll give you evidence."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice rang in his ears like a devil, causing the two-faced Buddha to feel as if he was suffocating.

He looked at the young man in white, and there was even a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Do you remember that miracle doctor? He still has a disciple alive. Through his disciple, we found the miracle doctor's medical diary. He had a good habit of keeping records for every patient."

Zhang Jiuyang took out a yellowed booklet, handed it to the two-faced Buddha personally, and opened it for him page by page.

The content is very simple, recording the illness of the two-faced Buddha when he was young. There is no record of any conjoined twin disease, only analysis of the treatment of mental illness.

"The patient suffers from extremely severe hysteria. For more than ten years, he has fantasized that he has a sister and has been communicating with her. If the truth is told, he will become irritable and angry, and even hurt others..."

"This kind of disease is extremely difficult to cure. It needs to be boiled into melon pedicle soup with melon pedicle, red bean, light black bean, turmeric and other medicines, boiled in water and taken twice a day, and silver needles are used to prick the Taiyang, Yintang, Fengchi, Yangbai and other acupoints..."

"The patient's hysteria became increasingly severe, and the above methods were completely ineffective. This was unheard of. I felt that this was not ordinary hysteria. After a period of observation, I found that there seemed to be something else in his mind."

"Perhaps I could try to use an axe to chisel open his head and remove the root of the disease, but this method is too dangerous. I am not completely sure and I am unwilling to try it. But the old dean is dying and begged me so desperately that I can only try my best."

Zhang Jiuyang closed the booklet and said, "So, the words you heard after taking the Ma Fei Tang were not from the old dean and the miracle doctor who wanted to harm you. On the contrary, they wanted to save you, but someone made you hear something else."

"Old Dean, I never gave up on you from the beginning to the end."

The two-faced Buddha stood there in a daze, his eyes unfocused, his memory loosened in a trance, and he saw a scene that he had buried deep in his heart and did not want to recall.

In a garbage dump, the dirty man lay on the ground like a leopard, looking fiercely at the old man who was approaching.

There was no disdain or disgust in the other person's eyes, nor did he snatch the rotten meat from his hand. Instead, he squatted down and gently held him in his arms, stroking his head, and repeating the same sentence over and over again.

"Don't be afraid. From today on, you have a home."

(End of this chapter)