The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 139 The Heavenly Lord Behind the Scenes, the Fairy Falls into the Mortal World
Hearing Lao Qi's cursing, the Painted Skin Master's expression froze.

This Old Seven has always been irritable and looks down on everyone, but since Yan Luo joined Huang Quan, he seems to have become a different person and always speaks for Yan Luo.

It's like a turtle and a mung bean, they really hit it off.

"Master Painted Skin, I also think you've gone too far. Yama spared your life, and this is how you repay me?"

What surprised the Painted Skin Master even more was that the Moon Goddess, who had always been neutral, actually spoke up for Yama for some reason.

He suddenly felt powerless.

Before Yama could speak, two of the ten heavenly stems spoke up for him, and that was because Taiyin had not arrived yet.

How long has he joined Huangquan?

The Painted Skin Master felt a chill in his heart and his eyes became particularly solemn.

This person is not only good at fighting, but also very good at winning people's hearts. He has actually formed a faction without people noticing.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly. This was the advantage of being strong enough.

If going up the mountain before was just to allow him to gain a foothold in Huangquan, then beating up the Painted Skin Master in front of the other Heavenly Stems was to establish his authority.

Lao Qi admired him, and Yue Shen also felt that he was more valuable and a reliable ally.

If Taiyin is added to the mix, a small circle of the four heavenly stems will be faintly formed in the underworld. Although it is loose, it has begun to take shape.

Moreover, among evil spirits, the strong are respected. As long as he is strong enough, he can gradually become the core of this small circle and even expand the circle.

As for the Painted Skin Master, he became closer to the Tiger King and the Two-Faced Buddha, and the transactions between the three of them became more frequent.

Xuan Su is too cold, hardly speaks, and has very little presence.

As for the Heavenly Venerable, he is detached from the world.

"Master Painted Skin, there is another piece of news that you should be very interested in. Consider it a bonus for this transaction."

The Two-Faced Buddha smiled slightly, took the initiative to change the subject, and helped the Painted Skin Master find a way out.

After all, the current Yan Luo is no longer the newcomer who just joined, but an important member that no Tiangan can ignore.

He insisted that the other person was a spy without any solid evidence, and even the Heavenly Lord would be speechless if he was beaten to death in public.

"what news?"

The Painted Skin Master calmed down and understood this truth, so he ignored Lao Qi's cursing and turned to talk to the Two-Faced Buddha.

"The Imperial Observatory seems to be making a big move. Many Sichen, Lingtai Lang and even Jianhou are rushing to Yangzhou. It is said that..."

The two-faced Buddha glanced at Yama and smiled, "It is said that it is to eradicate Yama."

"fart!"

"What do you mean by eradicating Yan Luo? Yangzhou is obviously my territory, and Qingzhou belongs to Yan Luo. It's obvious that they are coming for me!"

The Painted Skin Master suddenly became nervous. Yangzhou was his territory. Most importantly, he was not in Yangzhou yet. If the item was discovered by the Imperial Observatory...

For a moment, he began to feel restless and worried.

"Haha, I heard that the people from the Imperial Observatory couldn't find Lord Yan Luo after searching Qingzhou, so it's not surprising that they went to Yangzhou to search..."

After a pause, the Moon Goddess teased, "Some people should not try to eat chicken but end up losing the rice. That would be very embarrassing."

The Painted Skin Master clenched his fists, blood continued to seep out of his severed fingers, but he didn't care at all.

At this moment, his mind was no longer on the Yellow Springs Banquet. He wished he could rush back to Yangzhou immediately to guard his old nest.

I feel a little unlucky.

Why is it that whenever something happens to him, it immediately goes wrong?
He previously thought that he was smart to have people massacre the village and then deliberately leave bloody words to frame Yan Luo, but now he really wanted to slap himself.

Perhaps it was because of this that aroused the anger of the Imperial Observatory, causing it to spend a large amount of manpower to plunder Yangzhou and eradicate Yan Luo.

But Yangzhou is obviously my territory!

How come I ended up taking the blame for Yan Luo?
"In that case, the Yellow Springs Banquet is over."

As the words of the Heavenly Venerable fell, the figures of the crowd gradually disappeared, and Mount Yamafu became peaceful again.

But not long after, two figures appeared on Mount Yamafu again.

One is Tianzun, and the other is Xuansu, the fifth celestial being with the least presence.

"Owner."

Xuan Su spoke again, the coldness in his voice disappeared, replaced by a rare tenderness.

"If this continues, only one of Painted Skin Master and Yama Luo will survive. I don't know how long I have to wait to collect all ten Heavenly Stems. Do you want me to go..."

"No need."

The voice of Tianzun sounded very calmly, and the eyes under the mask were full of vicissitudes of life and as deep as the abyss.

"Those who can survive are called heavenly stems."

"Who do you think will win?"

Tianzun did not hesitate at all and said decisively: "Yan Luo."

Xuan Su was a little surprised and said, "Master, although this Yan Luo is very strong, the Painted Skin Master is the reincarnation of that person. In a life-and-death situation, Yan Luo can't possibly win."

Tianzun smiled faintly and said, "In this case, let's enjoy the show."

Xuan Su's eyes flashed with hesitation, and after a long while, he said, "Master, if this Yan Luo is really that strong, then should I check his background? After all, this person is too mysterious, as if he appeared out of thin air."

After a pause, she said in a deep voice: "Could he be from there?"

Tianzun tapped his fingers lightly on the throne and said, "Don't break the rules, Yan Luo. I will observe it myself."

"Yes!"

……

Zhang Jiuyang's figure appeared in the world again, not under the water of Hongjiang River, but on a small hill not far from Hongjiang River.

Ten feet away, the figure of the Painted Skin Master slowly emerged.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart sank. Now he no longer had the Indestructible Golden Body and only had the cultivation level of the third realm. He was definitely no match for the Master of Painted Skin.

There would be random errors when returning to the human world through the Yellow Spring Order, and unexpectedly the two of them were assigned to the same place.

The time has come to test your acting skills.

Zhang Jiuyang knew that if he revealed any flaws, he would be skinned alive and his bones would be crushed to ashes by the Painted Skin Master who hated him to the core.

Zhang Jiuyang raised his foot and was about to speak when he saw the Painted Skin Master's face suddenly change, and his body instantly dived into the ground and disappeared, like a frightened bird.

"Yan Luo, we'll settle our accounts with you later!"

He actually...ran away?

The corner of Zhang Jiuyang's mouth twitched. He hadn't even started his performance yet, but the Painted Skin Master was even more nervous than him and escaped directly using the escape technique.

He breathed a sigh of relief, touched the dragon ball in his arms, felt the vast energy within it, and knew that the matter had finally come to an end.

But he wasn't ready to let it go.

Sending the Imperial Observatory to Yangzhou in the name of eradicating Yama Luo was just a delaying tactic. Since the Painted Skin Master had framed him, he would use this stigma to turn the tables on him.

At the Yellow Springs Banquet, the Painted Skin Master was already feeling restless.

However, the other party has been operating in Yangzhou for many years. The action of the Imperial Observatory this time may only eliminate some small fish and shrimps, and cannot bring a fatal blow to them.

Looking at the dragon ball in his hand, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flashed slightly.

Although the Dragon Girl is indifferent, she cannot let such a great hatred go unrequited. Next, he may have to go to Yangzhou to see if he can destroy the Painted Skin Master's lair in one fell swoop and put an end to this feud once and for all.

Come and don't go indecent.

Zhang Jiuyang has made up his mind that he must get rid of this poisonous snake hiding in the dark as soon as possible!

But how to lay it out requires careful planning.

……

Under the water of Hongjiang River.

Ah Li has already withdrawn her soldiers. This time, the soldiers first fought a bloody battle with Painted Skin's subordinates, and then rushed into the water to support Bai Long, suffering heavy casualties.

Although they have the characteristics of immortality and can be resurrected in the Wuchang Army Altar even if they die, this process takes time, and they have to start training again after resurrection.

"Sister Dragon Girl, please hold on a little longer!"

"Brother Nine should be back soon!"

Looking at the dying white dragon, Ali's voice was choked with sobs.

Especially when she saw her new playmate Ao Ya, who had transformed into a black dragon and constantly offered his head to his sister, licking the wounds on his sister's body with his tongue, and wailing from time to time.

The grief of watching loved ones pass away without being able to do anything reminded Ali of her father.

Bai Long's glass-colored pupils grew dimmer as he stared at his foolish sister quietly. He seemed to want to say something but was completely powerless to speak.

She was badly injured, and the most fatal thing was the loss of the dragon ball she had cultivated for many years.

The dragon ball is the dragon's inner elixir and the essence of its magical power.

With the dragon ball, even if she was seriously injured, she could mobilize and absorb Hongjiang's water essence and gradually recover from her injuries.

The reason why the old Dragon King was able to survive falling for several days despite being seriously injured was because he had the Dragon Ball. When thunder sounded and wind and rain came, he could absorb the power of water and fly again.

Ao Li, who lost the dragon ball, was even more miserable than the old Dragon King. Although she was in the water, she could only wait for death.

The jade-like white scales also became dull and lifeless. She couldn't even move. Her huge body became a burden and she was unable to transform.

She knew that she was about to die.

This disaster cannot be overcome after all.

Death may be a relief for her. The only thing she can't let go of is her sister.

Thinking of this, she used up her last bit of magic power and finally said a word.

"Follow Zhang Jiuyang...be obedient..."

"Even if he hits you...you are not allowed to run away..."

In fact, she couldn't be sure whether Zhang Jiuyang was a good person, but she had no choice. If God really wanted to wipe out the dragon clan, there was nothing she could do.

Ao Ya cried loudly and kept rubbing against her sister's body, hoping that she would get up and play with her like before.

Suffering from dementia, she couldn't understand why her sister was lying there motionless.

Ao Li's consciousness became increasingly blurred and her eyelids became heavier, but just as she was about to be shrouded in darkness, a clear voice suddenly rang out.

"You should take care of your own sister yourself. I don't run a nursery."

Her spirits lifted slightly, and in a trance, she saw a slender figure walking up to her, taking off the black iron mask, revealing a handsome face with a sunny smile.

He squatted down and brought the dragon ball that was glowing with bright light to her lips, his voice gentle and calm.

"Open your mouth and take your medicine."

……

After an unknown amount of time, the water began to surge.

A figure flew out from the bottom of the water, and the turbulent Hongjiang River finally returned to calm, but the banks were broken and the trees were snapped, like a scar that was difficult to heal.

Zhang Jiuyang was dressed in a black robe, standing tall and graceful, holding the unconscious dragon girl in his arms.

After swallowing the dragon ball, she turned into a human form again, but her snow-white clothes were covered with wounds, stained red with blood.

At this moment, the Dragon Girl no longer had her holy look. Her face was pale, her hair was wet and messy, her embroidered shoes and silk stockings seemed to have been washed away by the current, and drops of water kept sliding down her crystal skin from her two jade feet that were as white as snow-capped lotus flowers.

Delicate and elegant, soft as if boneless.

Zhang Jiuyang was also surprised that the white dragon's huge body could be so light and soft after transforming into a human form, as if it didn't even exist.

Looking at that face that looked like a fairy from heaven, at this moment it looked like a sleeping beauty, with slightly frowned brows in her dream, like Xi Shi holding her heart, so pitiful.

Under normal circumstances, Zhang Jiuyang would definitely be shaken, after all, he is also a normal man, but at this moment his eyes were very clear and his movements were very careful, for fear of touching her wound.

We must move to another place quickly. With such a big commotion happening here, who knows who might be attracted. It might be okay for ordinary people, but if it's a cultivator, it would inevitably be a hidden danger.

……

Half an hour later.

In a hidden cave.

Zhang Jiuyang was roasting by the fire while Ah Li was standing guard outside. The Dragon Girl was still sleeping, wearing Zhang Jiuyang's coat to cover her suddenly exposed spring light.

He didn't notice it at first, but after entering the cave and putting the dragon girl down, he suddenly realized that many of her wounds had healed. Her wet white clothes were tightly attached to her slender and graceful body, barely visible.

In an instant, the cave was filled with brilliant light.

That snow-white skin was even brighter than the bright moon in the sky, coupled with that fairy-like cold and holy face and temperament, and the long black hair that was scattered on the ground like brocade...

She looks just like a Little Dragon Girl whose acupuncture points have been pressed.

Fortunately, Zhang Jiuyang had great self-control and forced himself to take off his coat to cover his graceful body.

Ao Ya fell asleep holding her sister's hand.

"Daddy..."

"Mother..."

The dragon girl kept murmuring in her dream, and there was a hint of attachment in her ethereal voice.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly shouted.

"Zhang Jiuyang..."

Zhang Jiuyang perked up. Was he dreaming about himself?
He listened attentively to see if there was a second half of the sentence. It took him a long time to finally hear it clearly.

"Zhang Jiuyang..."

"I don't want to be your mount..."

(End of this chapter)