The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 101 The Abilities of the Painted Skin Master
That old eunuch is so powerful?
Zhang Jiuyang thought of the pair of sinister eyes in the clouds and mist, and felt a slight chill in his heart.

As expected, Blind Lin did not exaggerate on purpose. He was actually the weakest one in the underworld. How could the eighth heavenly stem named Painted Skin Lord be able to fight against the Dragon Girl to a draw?
After escaping death that night, Zhang Jiuyang once asked Li Yan what level of cultivation the Dragon Girl had.

Li Yan called himself a hundred-foot true dragon, which was actually only equivalent to the fifth realm. However, due to the special nature of his bloodline, his magic power far exceeded that of human cultivators. Even if the Supervisor Zhuge Yunhu came, he might not be able to win.

Of course, if Zhuge Yunhu had set up the Qimen Dunjia formation in advance, the outcome would still be uncertain.

In other words, the Dragon Girl's true strength is equivalent to the best in the sixth realm.

Li Yan also said that if calculated by size, a thousand-foot true dragon is equivalent to the eighth realm, and ten thousand feet is the ninth realm, which can lead to immortality.

But even for a true dragon, a spiritual species created by heaven and earth, whose magical powers can increase even when sleeping, there seems to be no precedent of it transforming into an immortal.

The old Dragon King who once protected Qingzhou from disasters and hardships was about a thousand feet long. That’s why he had such great magical powers that he could protect an entire state from disasters for decades.

In other words, from the perspective of the dragon race, the powerful dragon girl is actually still a minor...

But even so, it proves that the Painted Skin Master definitely has the strength of the Sixth Realm!

Zhang Jiuyang was somewhat confused. Logically speaking, the strongest fighter in the Imperial Observatory was Zhuge Yunhu, who was at the sixth level. In addition, there were two deputies. Even if they were all at the sixth level, there would only be three at the sixth level in total.

As for Huang Quan's Heavenly Stems, except for Blind Lin, they should all be at the sixth level or even higher. As for that Heavenly Venerable, he is even more unfathomable.

What to fight with?

Logically speaking, shouldn't Huang Quan have destroyed Daqian and dominated the world long ago?
There must be some secret in this. The Imperial Observatory, or Daqian, is definitely not as simple as he imagined.

The dynasty, which lasted for more than 600 years, has unfathomable depth.

"What abilities does the Painted Skin Master have?"

Yue Ling asked a very important question. For the Imperial Observatory, if they knew what the evil spirits' abilities were, they could prepare for it in advance.

"A lot, the five elements, yin and yang, numerology, talismans, exorcism, array formations..."

"I have never seen anyone who has so many magical powers. They are simply as vast as the sea of ​​smoke and as numerous as the stars!"

Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling looked at each other with serious eyes.

"I, the Second Master, also had some adventures in my early years and learned some unorthodox techniques. I am proud of my abilities, but compared with that Painted Skin Master, I am ridiculous..."

Yue Ling wondered, "Could it be that he can practice all kinds of methods?"

Er Ye shook his head and said, "At first I was just as confused as you, until the Dragon Girl cleared my confusion for me."

"The Dragon Girl said that the Painted Skin Master seemed to have many magical powers, but in fact all his abilities came from one ability."

"What ability?"

"Painted Skin!"

The Second Master said in a serious tone, "The Dragon Girl said that the Painted Skin Master collected so many skins in order to make a special mask. As long as you wear that mask, you will have the corresponding magical power."

"For example, if he peels off my skin and makes a mask, he can get all my memories and all the magical powers of the ghost walker!"

"I am the most famous among the Yin-walkers. Perhaps that is why he wants to kill me."

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked when he heard this.

What a terrifying ability!

After peeling the skin and making it into a mask, you can obtain the other person's memory and abilities. No wonder the Painted Skin Master has endless magical powers, and no wonder he has to keep such an evil spirit as a skinner as his subordinate.

Yue Ling realized something even more terrifying.

"If the Painted Skin Master gave the mask to someone else, what would be the effect?"

Er Ye replied, "It's the same. For example, if someone wears a mask made of my skin, they will become exactly like me, including my memories and abilities. Even the closest people may not be able to tell."

Yue Ling's expression became increasingly serious, his slender fingers tightly gripped the Dragon Sparrow Knife, his fingertips turning slightly pale.

This ability is so terrifying. The Imperial Observatory has always wanted to send people to infiltrate Huangquan. How do we know if anyone from Huangquan has infiltrated the Imperial Observatory?
Given the power of this Painted Skin mask, even the most stringent screening system seems to be of no avail.

Not only the Imperial Observatory, but also the Daqian officialdom?

When she thought of this, she was shocked.

If the speculation is true, it will be like an earthquake for Daqian!
How many of Painted Skin's men have quietly replaced their original bodies, living in the sun, openly providing information to Huang Quan and sucking Daqian's blood like leeches.

No wonder the Imperial Observatory and Huangquan fought for so long but always got nothing.

It even gave her the illusion that she was being led by the nose.

Zhang Jiuyang knew why she was so solemn, so he patted her shoulder gently and said, "Don't be impulsive."

This incident is too shocking and the impact is too significant. If it is not handled properly, it may lead to a huge backlash.

You said that others are Painted Skin Master's subordinates. Do you have any evidence?

Those high-ranking officials will not think that you are investigating evil spirits, they will only think that the Imperial Observatory wants to extend its influence into the officialdom.

What's more, the interior of the Imperial Observatory may not be clean.

Pulled around and moved the whole body.

Yue Ling nodded and said, "I know."

She was now extremely grateful that, out of caution, she had not told anyone about Zhang Jiuyang's impending death, not even to Zhuge Yunhu.

Then she asked, "Is there any way to identify someone wearing a mask?"

Er Ye smiled bitterly and said, "The most direct way is to peel off the skin. If you peel off the skin and find a face underneath, it must be the Painted Skin Master's subordinate. I don't know anything more."

Zhang Jiuyang remained silent.

This method is too crude. We should not do this without solid evidence. What if the other party is a good person?

After being skinned, the person can only wait for death.

boom!
Yue Ling slammed the table beside him, and the solid wood table suddenly broke into pieces with a loud bang. Wood chips flew everywhere and pierced into the wall like hidden weapons.

She didn't say a word, but just clenched her teeth and her eyes were cold as ice.

Her white jade-like palm was pierced by wood chips and blood was oozing out, but she was unaware of it. Although she still looked calm, her tightly pursed thin lips revealed her inner unrest.

Anyone who knew that the country he served might have been infiltrated by evil and turned into a sieve, and even had to doubt his comrades who once fought side by side, would feel as if the sky was falling.

It feels like I'm fighting alone, with no hope in sight.

At this moment, a clear voice sounded.

"Don't worry, I'll find a way."

Zhang Jiuyang remained calm and said, "Have you forgotten my next identity?" Yue Ling was stunned.

"Next, I will try to get a list to help you check the inside, if possible..."

He grinned, and there seemed to be some kind of storm hidden in his calm voice.

"I'll kill him."

The Painted Skin Master deliberately sent him to die, wanting to kill him with the ghost soldiers' swords, so the feud was established.

Maybe he is not strong enough now, but as long as he gets the chance, he will use any means to send the Painted Skin Master to see the King of Hell.

And he also has a trump card. As long as the power of incense accumulates enough, he should have a chance to invite the gods to descend to the world in the future.

Painted Skin Master?
I wonder how many times I can withstand Lord Lingguan’s golden whip?

The visualization diagram is Zhang Jiuyang’s greatest confidence.

Standing behind him is the righteous god of China.

Yue Ling's heroic eyes stared quietly at the man in front of her, her expression very complicated.

She knew how dangerous it was, so she couldn't remain indifferent.

She felt guilty for putting her friend in danger, but after pondering for a long while, she only uttered two words.

"Thanks……"

She couldn't refuse Zhang Jiuyang's help. After knowing the story of the Painted Skin Master, Zhang Jiuyang's value became immeasurable.

He is likely to play a crucial role and even turn the tide once again.

She said thank you, but her eyes subconsciously dropped, as if she was afraid to look him in the eye.

This was the first time in all these years that she felt so guilty.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly, tore off a piece of cloth from his body, and gently bandaged her hand. His voice was gentle and firm, as if it could give people infinite confidence.

"What you need to do now is to take care of your body, practice hard, become stronger, and be my support."

"If you die too, no one will know my identity."

Yue Ling stared at the strip of cloth in her hand in silence for a moment, then slowly raised her eyes with a firm and bright gaze.

"Thank you."

It's still thank you, but this thank you seems to have untied a knot in my heart and brought an indescribable determination.

She looked at Zhang Jiuyang, and the feeling of powerlessness of fighting alone suddenly eased a lot.

No matter what, there is someone who is fighting silently with her, trying to dispel the dark cloud that has been hanging over Daqian for hundreds of years.

Ah Li didn't understand all this nonsense, she just laughed, her short legs shaking, and said, "Holding hands, holding hands, hoo hoo hoo~"

Ali will soon have a complete family!
It would be great if sister Longnv was here too. She would play with sister Mingwang today, sister Longnv tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow both sisters would play with her. It would be a change of sisters every day. It makes me happy just thinking about it!
The second master was alert.

This boy has such powerful means. The look in Ming Wang Yue Ling's eyes when he looked at him just now was quite cold, but now it has become so gentle.

Well, he must not be allowed to talk to Suru!

"Today's matter involves great importance. I have to go back to the capital to make some preparations. Zhang Jiuyang, if you have any news, please let Qingji inform me at any time."

Yue Ling withdrew his hand, raised the Dragon Sparrow Sword, looked at him with a sharp gaze, and regained his fighting spirit.

She was a decisive and heroic woman, so she immediately walked out of the house and mounted her horse.

The Snow Dragon Colt raised its front hooves, neighed, and two streams of white mist gushed out of its nose.

The female general in silver armor and red robe on horseback pulled the reins. She had a fit body, a heroic temperament, and an awe-inspiring heroic spirit. The sunlight shone on her white jade face, making her look as beautiful as a sculpture.

Many people passing by were attracted by her heroic spirit and beauty, and kept looking at her out of the corner of their eyes.

Yue Ling looked deeply at Zhang Jiuyang who came to see her off.

"General Yue, the mountains are high and the waters are long. See you someday."

Zhang Jiuyang clasped his fists and saluted.

He knew that Yue Ling, as the supervisor of the Imperial Observatory and in charge of the White Tiger Pavilion, must be very busy and it was impossible for him to stay there for several days as before.

In fact, she rushed back from Yangzhou overnight. According to the rules, she should return to Kyoto to report on her work first. She took a detour to Qingzhou just to bring wine to congratulate him on his triumphant return.

"See you tomorrow. You can decide on your own about Second Master's affairs."

Yue Ling was about to leave, but seemed to have thought of something, took out a box of ointment from her arms and threw it to Zhang Jiuyang.

"I used a bit too much force yesterday."

"This ointment can dissolve blood and blood stasis and help you relieve pain."

After a pause, she looked at Ah Li again and said, "Don't use the origami technique carelessly. If I find out about it again, watch out for your butt."

Ah Li quickly shook her head and said aggrievedly: "Sister Ming Wang, it was obviously my ninth brother who asked me to break it, why are you only blaming me now..."

Yue Ling glared at Zhang Jiuyang slightly, but this time she didn't say anything harsh.

"Zhang Jiuyang, let's go."

"Take care of yourself."

"Take care of yourself."

With a neigh, the Snow Dragon Colt quickly flew away. Only when the heroic figure could no longer be seen did Zhang Jiuyang take Ah Li back to the house.

"Hehe, Brother Nine, I have decided not to like Sister Ming Wang for the time being!"

She pinched her waist and said, "Take her down, I want to take down Sister Dragon Girl—Ouch!"

Zhang Jiuyang hit her hard and said with a smile: "Little girl, for the next period of time, you should follow the Second Master and learn the art of walking in the underworld."

"You can't eat if you don't learn."

"Woo woo, Brother Nine, you are inhumane!"

“It’s inhumane!!!”

Zhang Jiuyang said angrily, "It's been so long and you still can't use idioms properly. It seems that the endorsement can't be delayed. Starting tomorrow, I will continue to conduct random checks!"

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(End of this chapter)