The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 426 Fighting between Dragon and Tiger
The tail of lightning burns the black clouds, and the foot of rain flies silver lines.

The people of Shigu Town were shocked by the loud thunder. The dark clouds above their heads blocked the sunlight, as if there was a cage lying across the sky.

Heavy rain was falling. The terrain of Shigu Town was originally low-lying. Under the heavy rain, the accumulated water increased rapidly and had begun to spread into the houses.

People closed their doors and windows to try to block the water flow, but many houses had earthen walls, which began to collapse in large pieces when hit by the water.

The crying of children, the panicked cry of women for help, the impatient shouting of men, the weak whimpering of the elderly...

These sounds were drowned out by the sound of the heavy rain, as if this heavy rain was going to extinguish all the sounds in the world.

……

Baiyun Temple, on top of a solitary peak.

A black-robed monk riding on a tiger suddenly opened his eyes. Thunder flashed in his left eye and golden flames boiled in his right eye.

The Buddhist beads in his hand paused slightly, and the black-robed monk's sight seemed to penetrate thousands of miles and saw the dark cloud with traces of magic power.

After some calculations, I concluded that it should be Shigu Town on the border of Yongzhou.

"Qianwei, listen to the sound of Shigu Town."

The black-robed monk suddenly spoke, his voice was magnetic and majestic, like the sound of a huge bell.

"Yes, Master!"

The tiger actually spoke, and it was a woman's voice. It tilted its head to the ground, as if listening to something.

After a moment, the tiger replied: "Master, there seems to be a flood in Shigu Town. I heard many people calling for help... Strange..."

After a pause, it seemed to be about to speak.

"what happened?"

"I seem to sense a trace of... my father's aura."

The black-robed monk's eyes gleamed, and he said, "He has also arrived in Yongzhou. If it is really him, then your revenge... can be avenged today."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the stone wall behind him.

There is a mural on the stone wall, which depicts the five hundred arhats of Buddhism. They are densely packed, but each one has a different expression and looks lifelike.

Under the gaze of the black-robed monk, the expressions of the five hundred arhats in the painting actually changed.

"Tongji, go and take a look. We will protect the holy land. Don't worry."

The White-browed Arhat's eyes moved, and he suddenly spoke in a kind and compassionate voice.

"Haha, go ahead and don't worry. If any thief dares to come, I'll eat him up and drink with him!"

The one who is speaking is the god of wine, Arhat. In the painting, he is holding a wine jar. It is said that he has innate magical powers. The more he drinks, the stronger his magic power becomes.

He has a generous and magnanimous character and hates evil.

"Go back quickly."

"Go."

"With me here, no one can break the formation..."

"I seem to feel the power of Buddhism. Be careful about everything."

There was a lot of noise, and the Arhats started to speak, urging Tongji to go over and see what was going on.

The chief monk Tongji of the Demon-Subduing Institute of Baiyun Temple bowed to the murals of the Arhats, then the tiger under his crotch stepped on the wind and flew away into the sky at such a fast speed that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After Tongji left, the arhats in the painting began a discussion.

"The other party seems to be quite powerful. Will Tongji encounter any problems?"

"Haha, he practices the Ming Wang Fa and has that treasure to protect him. There are only a handful of people in the world who can threaten him."

"I heard that the one from the Imperial Observatory has now cultivated the Ming Wang Fa to the sixth level. Who do you think is the better one, her or Tongji..."

"Hush, be careful!"

At this moment, a deep and majestic voice sounded. It was that of a majestic arhat with dragons and snakes wrapped around his body. He had a square face and looked very solemn.

"Our duty is to protect the holy land. The rest is unthinkable, unthinkable, and even more unthinkable."

The one who spoke was Tianlong Arhat, who was known as the leader of the Five Hundred Arhats in Buddhism. He achieved enlightenment the earliest, had the strongest abilities, and the highest prestige, ranking first among the Five Hundred Arhats. It was said that he was only half a step away from attaining Bodhisattva status.

Tianlong Arhat spoke, and the other Arhats followed suit.

In a moment, the painting of "Five Hundred Arhats Enlightenment" fell silent. The lonely peak was completely silent, with only the faint sound of the wind...

Shigu Town.

The people have fallen into despair, and the invisible monster on their shoulders is even more furious and roaring continuously.

They constantly affect the emotions of the people, and even at the last moment of their lives, they still want to have a good meal.

Many people's eyes began to turn red and they became angry.

In order to fight for a piece of wood or a piece of high ground, some people actually started fighting, even though they were once good neighbors or friends who ate and drank together.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the sky suddenly brightened.

Everyone looked up and was shocked. It was... a gourd?
A huge gourd gushing out thousands of brilliant lights rose into the sky, absorbing rainwater from all directions like a whale sucking in water.

The rain stopped suddenly.

Even the stagnant water on the ground began to be absorbed by the gourd, as if there was endless space inside that could accommodate everything in the world.

The speed at which the rain fell was obviously slower than the speed at which the gourd collected the water, and the rain became increasingly heavy.

The people immediately cheered, and the hostility in their eyes quietly dissipated.

A terrible disaster seemed to have been successfully prevented.

"If you borrow, you must return. Young man, you borrowed my rainwater, so please return it with this gourd. It just so happens that my vegetable garden in the Western Regions is still in need of a gourd for watering."

By the clear water, Venerable Gesang's expression remained calm. His palms trembled slightly, and the next moment, figures emerged on the water.

That is the reflection of Shigu Town.

In the reflection, the people of Shigu Town were celebrating loudly, worshiping the gourd, and feeling lucky to have escaped death.

But the next moment, a fishing hook fell from the sky, as if a god was fishing in the clouds, and hooked a corner of the purple gold gourd.

Zhang Jiuyang's expression changed.

What a powerful method! This pool of water seems to have become a world of its own, trapping the entire Shigu Town inside.

There is already a hint of the idea of ​​drawing a circle on the ground as a prison, or a Buddhist kingdom in the palm of your hand.

Venerable Gesang was indeed worthy of his reputation. He was surprised at his first move. This magical power contained the wonder of space, which was somewhat similar to the Buddhist saying that one flower is one world, one leaf is one bodhi.

The fishhook emitted golden light, wrapped around the treasure gourd, and slowly lifted it up.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes narrowed. If this continued, the treasure gourd would be fished out of the water and taken away by force. He had to stop it. "I don't believe you can really fish out a world?"

He snorted coldly, formed a Taoist seal with his hands, and communicated with the soul imprint in the gourd. A vast amount of pure yang magic power poured into it, making it shine brightly.

The purple-gold gourd was transformed from the corpse of a god, and contained the world of heaven and earth. Now, it was nourished by the innate purple energy, and the prototype of the way of heaven was re-evolved, with its power greatly increased.

The weight alone is almost infinite.

Under Zhang Jiuyang's manipulation, the treasure gourd that was originally fished away became heavier and heavier, and it could add the weight of a mountain almost every moment.

As the pressure accumulated, even someone as strong as Gesang began to feel strained holding the fishing rod. His forearm trembled slightly and he frowned.

The weight of the gourd was far beyond his imagination.

More importantly, through this fight, he felt the power of Zhang Jiuyang's pure yang magic. Although the opponent was only at the level of nurturing a holy fetus, the purity of his magic power far exceeded his expectations.

You must know that he was practicing the supreme and unique teaching of Nalanda Monastery, "The Heart Sutra of Moonlight Bodhisattva"!
His master, Venerable Jialie, practiced this skill. When he fought with Sect Leader Miao, he was not at a disadvantage. They fought for three hundred rounds before he was defeated by one move.

But now he suddenly discovered that the opponent's magic power, in terms of purity, seemed to be even more powerful than that of Master Miao at that time!

So even though his magic power was much stronger than the opponent's, he was unable to defeat him in a short time.

Coupled with the power of the gourd itself, the situation was stuck there for a while.

"Let me down!"

Zhang Jiuyang let out a long roar, his clothes fluttering and his hair dancing in the wind. With 100% of his strength, the purple gold gourd grew bigger and bigger and slowly fell from the sky.

Snapped!
The fishhook popped out of the water, splashing water.

Decoupled.

A hint of surprise flashed across Venerable Gesang's eyes, but it was fleeting and then submerged by turbidity and vicissitudes. He raised his eyes to look at Zhang Jiuyang and said only four words.

"The future life is to be feared."

Previously, he had gained some advantages in cracking the Eight Hidden Earth Techniques, but the two did not fight directly at that time. Instead, they just played it lightly and stopped at the right time.

At this moment of close combat, he realized that he had still underestimated this young but profound heir of the Yuding Palace with profound skills.

Even the Miao Master Miao, the God of Miao back then, was no more than this.

Zhang Jiuyang did not show any pride or joy, but his expression became more solemn. He could feel that Venerable Gesang did not use his full strength just now and still had a lot of reservations.

The other party seemed to have some kind of fear and did not dare to use all his strength, otherwise he might not be able to save the gourd. The other party's magic power was too vast, as majestic as the ocean and as powerful as thunder. After six hundred years of accumulation, Zhang Jiuyang felt inferior to him.

"I haven't asked for your name yet?"

It was not until this moment that Venerable Gesang truly acknowledged that Zhang Jiuyang was qualified to be his enemy and was an opponent who needed to be taken seriously.

Before this, he always had the mentality of facing a younger generation. Even if he was surprised at the other party's profound Taoism, he would just look at them with a little more respect and didn't even bother to ask their names.

But now he took the initiative to ask.

"I am Zhang Jiuyang, a nobody, not worth mentioning."

"Zhang Jiuyang..."

Venerable Gesang frowned slightly. When he woke up and entered the Central Plains, he had heard of the names of several geniuses. The most famous one among them was a woman named Yue Ling.

I haven't heard of the name Zhang Jiuyang.

"Yuding Palace has found a good successor, but unfortunately... he is going to die here today."

"It's not certain who will die. If you die, the consequences will be more serious. The Sixteen Kingdoms in the Western Regions will probably fall into civil strife immediately, and the inheritance of Nalanda Temple will probably be cut off."

Mr. Meng said that when the Two-Faced Buddha rebelled against the temple, he killed all his fellow disciples of Nalanda Temple and then used his magic to absorb their powerful skills.

Nalanda Monastery was very strict in accepting disciples, and they paid attention to the rules of fate and would rather have nothing than have too few disciples. Now, all the disciples were caught in one fell swoop.

In other words, if Venerable Gesang died in the Central Plains, the Nalanda Monastery, a holy place of Tantric Buddhism that had been passed down for thousands of years, would have been cut off.

This is a deadly duel between two ancient heritages.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that Master Miao is still alive, and he is not my master, but my senior brother."

Venerable Gesang's pupils narrowed, and even the hand holding the fishing rod trembled slightly.

"Some time ago, my senior brother and I killed Mahakala's incarnation together. My senior brother was so eager to fight that he simply charged into Mahakala's realm to settle accounts with Mahakala's real body."

"So even if you kill me, the inheritance of Yuding Palace will not be cut off. On the contrary, when my senior brother comes back, he will probably look for you to reminisce about the past. You are old friends, and you should know his temper."

Zhang Jiuyang spoke eloquently, but his words were heartbreaking.

Venerable Gesang was silent for a while, and said: "No wonder Mahakala has been so quiet during this period. He has not responded at all and even refused to consume the incense offered to the altar."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes moved, and he felt a little excited.

Senior brother is awesome!

He had been worried about his senior brother. After all, he had lost any news of him after entering the Mahakala realm. Even the hair of his incarnation could not sense his senior brother's true body.

However, after hearing what Venerable Gesang said, Zhang Jiuyang finally felt relieved.

It seems that the senior brother is causing a big disturbance in the Mahakala Dharma Realm. The Lord Mahakala Buddha must not be feeling at ease, so much so that he doesn't even want the incense offerings.

"Master Zhang, no matter whether Sect Leader Miao is still alive or not, you can't save them today. Do you remember the red line I drew on the stone?"

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned.

"I have said that the red line is the height of the water surface. The county magistrate is greedy and built it high. The water level will naturally rise. This is God's will and you can't stop it."

As he spoke, the reflection on the pool changed and fell into the warehouse of the county government.

The county magistrate and the detectives had not slept the whole night after being threatened by Zhang Jiuyang yesterday. Now they were still standing guard in the warehouse. Although there were many gold and silver treasures around, they dared not take even a pound.

Because there was a painting hanging on the wall not far away.

The tiger in the painting turned its eyes slightly, as if staring at the people, and crouched slightly as if hunting, with murderous aura rushing towards them from the painting.

It seemed that if they dared to steal anything, a tiger would jump out of the painting and bite them all to death.

Suddenly, the tiger in the painting seemed to sense something, and its eyes moved away from the people and stared at the stone.

A dragon roar was faintly heard from the stone.

As lightning and thunder, heavy rain and strong winds flashed outside the house, the stones made a roar and a figure flew out from them. It turned out to be a baby dragon!
"The stone is not a stone. It has a second meaning. It refers to both Shigu Town and this piece of bluestone. I sat on the stone and fished for several days. What I caught was not fish, but dragon veins."

"Master Zhang, I wonder if the tiger you painted can swallow a dragon?"

Roar!
A tiger roared, full of domineering power.

A huge white-browed tiger with hanging eyes leaped out of the painting, its feet stepping on the strong wind, looking majestic and powerful, showing the spirit of a king. A tiger roar made the whole warehouse rumble.

The dragon follows the clouds, the tiger follows the wind.

Who will be the stronger one when dragon and tiger fight each other?
(End of this chapter)