The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 104 Sprinkle Yin rice, and thousands of ghosts will roam at night!

Dusk, the sun goes down.

Zhang Jiuyang buried Suru and the paper figurine bodies of Erye together. The tomb was surrounded by mountains and water, and the scenery was pleasant.

There are pairs of magpies on the treetops nearby.

The Erye's head was sealed in a box. It wasn't heavy, but it felt like a thousand pounds when he lifted it.

Just after Su Ru was buried, Er Ye completely lost his breath, as if the breath that had been supporting him had finally dissipated.

Ali dug up shrimps, crabs and earthworms for him to eat, but it was of no use.

The little girl took out a booklet, carefully wrote Chen Er's name on it, and marked the word "Master".

Zhang Jiuyang also saw the names of many people from Yunhe County in the booklet.

When he asked in confusion, the little girl said that she wanted to remember all the people who were nice to her, otherwise she would easily forget them.

Only then did Zhang Jiuyang realize that she was not completely unaffected by the resentment. The little girl was fighting against the resentment in her own way.

"Brother Jiu, when we have fought our way through the underworld, we will have the King of Hell resurrect them one by one according to the names listed above!"

In her opinion as a ghost, death is not as good as the extinguishing of a light. The underworld is in charge of reincarnation, and there will always be a way to meet again.

Zhang Jiuyang was infected by her optimism. He touched her head and said, "Okay, we'll meet again after I become an immortal."

He took a last look at the grave. No one knew that beneath this pile of yellow earth was buried the leader of the contemporary ghost-walking people.

No matter how great your abilities or how famous you are during your lifetime, after your death, you will be nothing but a pile of dust.

A pile of grass disappeared in the barren grave.

"Brother Jiu, what should we do next?"

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness when he heard this, and his fierce murderous intent scared away the magpie on the tree.

He said word by word: "First find the owner of the painted skin... and ask for some interest!"

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Qingzhou City, in front of the prefect’s mansion.

"Don't worry, come one by one, and you will all have porridge to drink!"

Porridge was served in front of the government office all year round to help the poor. The prefect Nie Guangxian lived up to his name, a well-known and virtuous official with a good reputation.

Repairing bridges, paving roads, distributing porridge...

Although he had been an official for many years and Qingzhou was still very poor, his reputation as an official was getting better and better. It was said that he would soon be appointed as an official in the imperial court.

In the evening, after the government office closed, the prefect Nie Guangxian would come personally to distribute porridge and sit with the beggars, without any regard for the dignity of an official.

It is this style that makes him enjoy great popularity among the local people in Qingzhou.

However, at the tea stall in the distance, Zhang Jiuyang was quietly sipping tea while looking at this scene coldly.

"one two three four five six seven!"

Ah Li concentrated and sensed, "Brother Jiu, there are seven auras silently guarding him~"

Zhang Jiuyang nodded without saying anything.

Although he did not see the true appearance of the Painted Skin Master in the woman's memory, he got a very important clue.

Nie Guangxian, the governor of Qingzhou, is actually the master of Painted Skin's men!

The woman had only a little bit of Taoist skills, and many of her actions after arriving in Qingzhou were secretly helped by Nie Guangxian.

Moreover, when she was a courtesan in Yangzhou, Nie Guangxian also found her and passed messages to the owner of Painted Skin through her.

She was also quite surprised at the time. She didn't expect that the Qingzhou prefect, who was known for his virtue, was actually under the command of her master.

Zhang Jiuyang was also surprised when he saw Nie Guangxian in her memory.

Because he once discovered Lu Yaoxing's secret room and found the paper that recorded the three nobles, the peach blossom of the time, and the Shaoyin and Shaoyang. The next day, he used the badge given by Lao Gao to meet the prefect Nie Guangxian, and through him passed these clues to the Imperial Observatory.

At that time, Nie Guangxian was extremely cooperative and immediately traveled 600 miles at an expedited speed. There was nothing unusual from beginning to end.

Therefore, in the case of Blind Lin, not only was he not suspected at all, but he also made a contribution and would soon go to Beijing to serve as an official.

Whenever Zhang Jiuyang recalled the scene at that time, he felt a chill in his heart.

It turned out that the person he was facing at that time was actually the Painted Skin Master's subordinate, and it was a big fish!
Almost missed it.

However, as the governor of Qingzhou, Nie Guangxian was protected by many masters. Ali alone sensed seven auras, and it was not known whether they were from the government or the Painted Skin Master.

And although Nie Guangxian seems to act unruly, he is actually very careful.

Zhang Jiuyang had been observing him for a few days and found that he seldom left the city, and even when he did, he would have hundreds of soldiers to protect him.

Although these soldiers have no magical powers, they are all elite warriors who have fought in many battles and have a strong murderous aura. Even ghosts of Ali's level feel uncomfortable.

This murderous aura from weapons also has a suppressive effect on the magic power of monks.

What's more, Nie Guangxian is a subordinate that the Painted Skin Master relies on very much, and he himself may not be an ordinary person.

Therefore, Zhang Jiuyang did not act rashly, but just observed quietly.

After drinking the tea and leaving a few copper coins, he took Ali back to his home.

"Master, I'm back!"

Little Qingji was carrying a large bag and seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He happily handed the bag to Zhang Jiuyang.

Zhang Jiuyang touched his head and smiled slightly.

He had not yet given the water pearl to Qingji to take, not because he was stingy, but because Qingji had just been born and might not be able to be fully digested if he took it rashly, so he planned to wait until it grew a little bigger.

When I opened the bundle, there were two things inside.

A letter from Yue Ling and a bag of rice.

Open the letter first, and Yue Ling's delicate yet elegant handwriting comes into view.

"I am also shocked by Nie Guangxian's story. This person has a deep foundation in the court. He often gives away gold, silver, beautiful women, antiques and other items to His Majesty. He is highly appreciated by His Majesty and is also one of the confidants of the powerful minister of the court."

"In addition, he is also a close friend of a supervisor of the Imperial Observatory."

"This man has been doing business in Qingzhou for many years, and he is not a simple person. I have a case to deal with now, so I can't get away for the time being. Don't act rashly, wait for me to come over."

After a pause, she seemed a little worried, and warned again: "I still think the method you mentioned in the letter is too risky, and acting in this way... is it too cruel?"

"Also, I have already refined the Yin rice for you. If it's not enough, just write to me again."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly.

Yue Ling did not disappoint him. Although she told him not to act rashly, that was only because she was worried about his safety. In fact, she honestly helped him refine the Yin rice.

This bag of Yin rice is the core of his crazy and vicious plan.

After the death of the Second Master, Zhang Jiuyang was filled with resentment that he couldn't help but vent. At the same time, he also realized the danger of his next Huangquan gathering.

It is very likely that the Painted Skin Lord’s people saw Li Yan!

By then, he will not be able to prove his innocence, and can only be skinned and hearted, dying miserably like Zhuge Yu, who was thrown into the underworld before him.

Zhang Jiuyang thought about it for a long time, and finally came up with a crazy plan.

If this plan succeeds, not only can he collect some interest from the Painted Skin Master and cut a piece of meat from him, but he can also cover up the danger of being exposed and muddy the waters. Although this plan is full of evil and madness, Zhang Jiuyang has long realized that if he wants to defeat those crazy people in Huangquan, he must be crazier than them.

You can't win against those bastards by following the rules.

If Yue Ling rejected him sternly, Zhang Jiuyang would immediately give up his plan to die without saying a word.

Clang! Clang! Clang!
In the courtyard, the sound of sharpening knives could be heard.

Under the moonlight, a monster with a green face, fangs, and wings on its back, like a demon, stood in place, holding two freshly sharpened blood-red machetes, more than ten feet long, and extremely ferocious.

But the monster's voice is crisp and very cute.

"Brother Jiu, is this fierce enough?"

The monster turned out to be Ali. This was a body she folded out of paper, with her soul attached to it.

Little Qingji was almost scared to tears. He didn’t know why his second sister had become so scary.

Zhang Jiuyang nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's good, just don't talk when the time comes."

The truth will be revealed as soon as you speak.

Ah Li nodded, her eyes full of excitement, and said, "Brother Jiu, let's go ahead and turn the world upside down!"

Kill, kill, kill. She couldn’t wait to see the river of blood!

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, and there was a bone-chilling chill in his calm voice.

"Then let the good show come on stage quickly."

……

Moonlit night, suburban cemetery.

Two people, one big and one small, came here quietly. One of them knew some magic and could drive wandering souls to help him dig graves and then take away the burial objects inside.

"Although this tomb is not big, it still yields some gains. The most important thing is that it is safe, and there are few evil spirits. As for these wandering souls, aren't they under my control?"

The elderly Taoist priest had a proud look on his face as he showed off his skills in controlling ghosts to his apprentice.

"Master, how many ghosts can you control at most?"

The young Taoist asked.

"Haha, I thought that Master's cultivation was enough to control five ghosts!"

The young Taoist priest exclaimed, "Then how many ghosts can we control if our martial arts are practiced to the highest level?"

The older Taoist priest stretched out his hands and said proudly, "Ten!"

The young Taoist priest was a little disappointed and said, "Can't you control a hundred or even a thousand?"

The older Taoist priest patted his head and cursed, "What are you talking about in your sleep? Even the legendary Yinshan Sect can't control hundreds or even thousands of ghosts!"

The young Taoist priest was about to retort when he suddenly looked shocked and said, "Master, crawl, crawl out!"

"What crawled out? Don't scare me—"

The older Taoist priest turned around and took a look, then gasped.

In the cemetery under the moonlight, countless ghosts scrambled to crawl out of their tombs, and in a short moment, hundreds of people gathered.

It was as if I had received some kind of call.

Immediately afterwards, the master and disciple saw a scene that they would never forget in their lives.

I saw a huge monster with a green face, fangs, wings on its back and holding a bloody machete falling from the sky. When its wings flapped, it raised a strong wind that bent the surrounding trees.

Behind it was a group of well-armored and fierce soldiers, at least a hundred of them. They were lined up in neat formation, with a solemn military appearance, blue flames dancing in their eyes, and their murderous aura was so heavy that it was frightening.

The older Taoist turned pale.

One hundred demons parade at night?

Yin soldiers passing through?

Such terrifying momentum and fierce murderous aura are definitely not something that ordinary ghosts can have, let alone hundreds of them!

"Master, they seem to be carrying a coffin..."

Before the young Taoist priest could finish his words, the old Taoist priest quickly covered his mouth.

I saw that among the group of ghost soldiers and generals, there was actually a black coffin being carried. What was even more strange was that there seemed to be a person sitting on the coffin.

The man was wearing a black robe and an evil ghost mask. He sat on the coffin and controlled hundreds of ghosts. He looked mysterious and weird.

As if he had heard the little Taoist priest's voice, the man slowly turned around and looked towards where the two were hiding.

Under the mask, the pair of red eyes were extremely creepy. The old Taoist priest felt an extremely terrifying murderous aura, as if he saw a sea of ​​blood and fire!

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he even felt as if he was being burned.

Finished!

At this moment, the old Taoist priest's face turned pale and his eyes looked desperate, knowing that he and his disciple had offended a master this time.

He was even ready to die, but fortunately, the scary man in black robe didn't seem to care about the two of them. Instead, he took out a bag of rice from his arms and gently threw it.

The next moment, the wandering souls that crawled out of the tombs seemed to smell the delicacies of the world and ate the black rice frantically.

After eating it, the resentment in the wandering soul quickly became stronger, and there was a strong wind all around, and ghosts were crying and howling.

Zhang Jiuyang sat on the coffin and nodded.

As stated in Erye’s book that records his experience in walking in the underworld, Yin rice is extremely attractive to ordinary ghosts and can help increase their resentment in a short period of time.

This kind of Yin rice is also a kind of Yin tradition. It requires glutinous rice used to build tombs, and then soaked in the blood of five Yin creatures: centipede, toad, snake, scorpion and gecko. After being blessed by magic, it is dried in the dark night.

The production process is rather complicated and very expensive, so most people who do this in secret abandon it.

After all, they are all relatively poor.

But Zhang Jiuyang was not poor. He had accumulated a lot of good deeds in the Imperial Observatory, so he simply exchanged them for materials for making Yin rice, and then asked Yue Ling to help him refine it.

As handfuls of Yin rice were scattered, the wandering souls nearby turned into evil spirits, and at Ali's call, they followed the army.

The only pity is that Ali's current cultivation level is limited, and she can only train a maximum of 100 soldiers. Otherwise, she would be able to recruit them all.

After walking through all the cemeteries one by one and spreading all the Yin rice, Zhang Jiuyang was already surrounded by densely packed evil spirits.

Under the moonlit night, thousands of evil spirits surrounded Qingzhou City, emitting breathtaking roars. The strong yin energy rushed straight into the sky. For a moment, strong winds blew violently and dark clouds covered the city.

Zhang Jiuyang's gaze seemed to penetrate Qingzhou City and saw the prefectural mansion.

"Siege the city."

"Capture the governor."

He was surrounded by thousands of ghosts, his voice was cold and his eyes were indifferent.

As the ninth heavenly stem of Huangquan, how could he not submit a convincing letter of allegiance?
What? You said Nie Guangxian is your man?
Sorry, I don’t know again.

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(End of this chapter)