The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 103 Huangquan Ninth Zhang Jiuyang

Without any hesitation, Zhang Jiuyang rushed to the inn with his sword in hand.

With his current level of cultivation, although he has not specifically learned any light-body skills, his magic power is abundant, the clear energy in his body rises, and with a tap of his toes, he is like a flying swallow across the sky.

Passersby on the street were stunned.

He just tapped the treetop lightly and successfully gained leverage, so he flew dozens of feet up and entered through a window on the fourth floor.

If it were in a martial arts world, this skill alone would be enough to make one famous.

As soon as he landed, the Ghost-Slaying Sword was drawn out, flashing a faint red light in the dark night.

Ali also came with two swords in hand. Both the man and the ghost were sharpening their swords, ready for a big fight. However, the scene before them made them freeze in place.

In the room, Su Ru was hung in the air by several white ropes, her body covered in blood. What was even more horrifying was that her stomach was cut open, revealing a dead baby inside.

Erye sat on the ground with an expressionless face, holding a human skin mask tightly in his hand.

That is Suru's face.

Seeing this scene, it was not difficult for Zhang Jiuyang to guess what was going on.

The real Su Ru has been killed, and the current one is disguised as the Painted Skin Master's men.

Judging from the situation, it should have happened during the time when the Second Master was captured by the evil soldiers.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart trembled slightly, which meant that the Painted Skin Master's men had already been hiding in Luotian County. If so, when he and Li Yan went to the execution ground that night, would they be seen by the other party's men?
Although he was wearing a mask, Li Yan's iron spear could not be concealed.

In an instant, his road to concealment encountered a huge crisis. If the Painted Skin Master really had his men see it, then the next gathering in the underworld would be absolutely a dangerous place for him.

Of course, Zhang Jiuyang did not regret it. If it weren’t for Li Yan, he would not have survived that night.

We can only take one step at a time and see how it goes.

"In fact, when she pulled me into the inn, I felt something was wrong."

The second master turned around slowly. There was a magpie hairpin stuck in his chest. The sharp tip of the hairpin pierced deeply into his heart, leaving only the hairpin head.

It can be seen that this attack was fierce and decisive. The opponent was trying to kill him with one blow.

However, the second master's body was made of paper, and his heart was no longer a vital part. The magpie hairpin pierced into his body, but not even a drop of blood flowed out.

But Zhang Jiuyang knew that the greatest sorrow he had was a dead heart.

The Second Master seemed to have suddenly become even older. Even with his thick hair and makeup on his face, he could not hide his decadent and old look. His back was deeply bent, and the hands holding his face were trembling slightly.

"How could Su Ru, who loves children so much, take the initiative to drag me to the inn for pleasure while she was pregnant?"

"It was just that I still held out a glimmer of hope that I was wrong."

The Second Master raised his eyes, his eyes were red.

"I failed to protect her!"

Then he said something that made Zhang Jiuyang's hair stand on end.

"This woman not only peeled off Su Ru's skin, but also cut open her belly, dug out my child alive, and then sealed it in her own belly with a secret method."

"How much pain Su Ru must have felt at that time..."

It was midsummer, but Zhang Jiuyang felt a chill in his heart.

The other party killed Suru, peeled off her skin and made a mask. Although the mask could become exactly like Suru, there was one part that was difficult to imitate - the belly.

Suru was pregnant at that time.

So she decided to go all out and performed a caesarean section to take out the baby, and then used some secret method to put it back into her own belly.

No wonder Su Ru’s belly didn’t get any bigger during this period. How could a dead baby continue to grow?

Moreover, she must be in great pain. Zhang Jiuyang saw that the internal organs in her abdomen were almost squeezed into a corner by the dead baby, and were crowded into a ball.

But even so, she persisted for more than half a month, and got up early and went to bed late every day to make pancakes, showing a gentle smile to everyone.

Even Zhang Jiuyang didn't find any flaws.

This kind of mentality is simply terrible.

"I hate... that I can't... help my Lord..."

"My Lord...will eventually...be immortal..."

She was not dead yet. After her skin was peeled off, a face covered with knife wounds was revealed. She looked hideous and ferocious, like a ghost.

But when she mentioned the word "My Lord", her face revealed an unparalleled fanaticism.

It was as if the devout believers had seen the true God.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes gradually became colder, and hostility boiled uncontrollably in his heart. He felt extremely sick when he smelled the blood in the air.

The Jade Pivot Heavenly Fire burned in his eyes, as if it couldn't wait to burn away the disgusting filth and evil.

What disgusted him the most was that this woman was not a monster or some other evil spirit, but a human being.

A person who worships evil spirits as gods and kills his own people.

"Where is the Painted Skin Master?"

"What other companions do you have?"

Zhang Jiuyang stepped forward and pressed the issue.

However, the other party showed a contemptuous smile, and then bit off his tongue without hesitation.

puff!
She spat out Zhang Jiuyang's blood and revealed a triumphant smile, a very arrogant one.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at her quietly, his white clothes stained with blood, and a few drops even splashed on his face, making his handsome features look a little weird.

He slowly smiled.

For some reason, the woman felt an inexplicable chill.

"I'll tell you a little-known fact. You can't commit suicide immediately by biting your tongue. But it's okay. I'll help you."

The next moment, the sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand flashed, and a red line appeared on the woman's neck.

There was a hint of relief in her eyes, and she looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a mocking look.

As if to say, that's it?
But she soon stopped laughing.

Zhang Jiuyang grabbed her hair, lifted up the bleeding head, and smiled again, his voice gentle and calm.

"Let me tell you another piece of trivia: dead people can also speak."

The next moment, he took a deep breath.

Magical power—eating ghosts!
The woman's soul was directly extracted from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and turned into delicious food and swallowed by Zhang Jiuyang.

The fear that came from the instinct of her soul finally made her collapse. She screamed in fear and even began to beg for mercy.

However, it was too late. As the last bit of soul entered her stomach, this woman who worshipped the evil spirit as a god not only lost her soul, but the secret she tried so hard to cover up would also be exposed to Zhang Jiuyang.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the familiar resentment came again.

But Zhang Jiuyang is no longer the same person he was before. This bit of resentment is no different from a toothache for him. It is as simple as slapping a mosquito to death. He saw pictures one after another.

It turned out that this woman was originally from Yangzhou. She was fickle and had a very bad reputation. When she got older, she married an honest and decent man.

It was just an ordinary life, and he had never come into contact with the world of monks.

Until she was caught having an affair by a man, her angry husband cut her face with a knife and kicked her out of the house.

Having lost her beauty, she suffered from cold stares and ridicule, and even the brothels ignored her.

Until the Painted Skin Master appeared.

He appreciated her hatred, caressed her scars, and tailored the most beautiful face for her. She became a famous courtesan in Yangzhou and traveled among princes and nobles.

After putting on the mask, her admiration for the Painted Skin Master grew day by day.

She knelt at his feet and kissed his footprints, just for a chance to have mercy on him, but the Painted Skin Master never touched her.

Not long ago, Ming Wang Yue Ling broke into Yangzhou and violently killed the skinner under the Painted Skin Master. He seemed to have discovered some clues and wanted to send people to conduct a thorough investigation of Yangzhou.

The Painted Skin Master sent her to Qingzhou and gave her a special mission.

Become Su Ru and wait for a man named Chen Er. If he shows up, kill him and peel off his face.

Su Ru was a very gentle woman. She pretended to be a stranger who had lost her money. Not only did the other party not doubt her, but he also enthusiastically made pancakes for her and said that she was educated and asked her to help think of a name for the child.

Su Ru goes to bed very late every day, and even after going to bed, she would leave a light on and refuse to turn it off.

Whenever she saw Su Ru embroidering a tiger-head hat under the candlelight, she always felt an indescribable jealousy in her heart.

That night, she killed Su Ru, cut open her stomach, and said something with a sneer.

"It's a girl, and your tiger-head hat is embroidered incorrectly."

……

Half an hour later.

Under the well in Chen Er’s house.

Zhang Jiuyang came up holding a bloody corpse. This was the real Su Ru, who was brutally murdered and thrown into the well.

He invited the best funeral director in Luotian County, commonly known as Chuhei, who could restore the deceased's original appearance and preserve the last bit of dignity.

The other party's skills were very good. After two hours of work, Suru's body was quietly placed in the coffin.

Her face was sewn up again, the dead baby was sewn back into her belly, she was dressed in a new plain dress, her face was painted with powder, and even her messy hair was combed neatly and tied up with a magpie hairpin.

It looks like he is sleeping.

The only discordant thing is that this coffin is a bit big, much bigger than an ordinary coffin.

After the undertaker left, the second master came and also lay down in the coffin.

"Thank you, kid. I hope you can take care of our funeral."

"It should."

Zhang Jiuyang clapped his hands.

The next moment, Ah Li came over, holding a cup of tea, and bowed respectfully, "Master, have some tea!"

The Second Master was stunned for a moment.

"The etiquette cannot be abolished."

Zhang Jiuyang said, "After drinking this cup of tea, Second Master can be considered to have left behind a legacy."

A smile finally appeared on Erye's face. He took the tea and drank it all, looking at Ali with complicated eyes.

"Girl, you practice the Yin-walking method in your ghost body. I can't predict what your future achievements will be. There is only one thing, although we Yin-walkers are coerced by the underworld, we have to do things against our will."

"However, since I was born in the world of the living, I have been taken care of by my neighbors. If you have the ability, please help them more."

"As for the most dangerous Yin-walking technique, if you are not at the fierce level, you must not practice it. Remember!"

At this moment, he was like an old man who was worried about his children before his death, giving them earnest instructions and talking non-stop.

However, Ali listened very carefully and rarely interrupted.

After giving Ali his instructions, he sighed softly.

"People who walk in the underworld have five disadvantages and three shortcomings, and their kinship is very shallow. I, the Second Master, have long been prepared to be exposed in the wilderness, but I didn't expect that there would be a successor in the end."

"Boy, you are thoughtful."

"As for the Painted Skin Master..."

He paused, his voice suddenly became low, and he shook his head, saying, "Don't provoke him again. We can't deal with him. I've already lost a child, so don't harm my descendants and friends again."

"I'm grateful enough for helping me take care of my funeral."

After a pause, he forced a smile and said, "If there is a sequel to Jin Ping Mei, remember to burn it for me. Second Master likes to read it."

Zhang Jiuyang remained silent.

"Hey, kid, you won't even agree to this!"

"Second Master, you cannot be buried with Su Ru yet."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly said.

The second master's expression froze, and he asked, "Why?"

"Because I want to borrow your head."

Zhang Jiuyang slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a sword.

"There is something that I have kept secret from you for a long time. I actually have another identity, the ninth heavenly stem of Huangquan. This time I robbed the execution ground just to get your head, so that I can firmly sit on the ninth seat of the Yamafu Mountain."

Boom!

The Second Master was struck by lightning, his eyes were filled with shock, and he looked at Zhang Jiuyang in disbelief.

Suddenly, he remembered the conversation between Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling that day.

He finally realized and understood everything.

The Second Master laughed loudly, as if he wanted to laugh out all the anger in his heart, his voice sounded happy and heroic.

"Hahaha, kid, just take it and use it!"

"In that case, why should I care about my head, Second Master?"

Zhang Jiuyang nodded, his voice calm and firm.

"I, Zhang Jiuyang, will not fail to win your head."

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(End of this chapter)