The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 159: Water Cutting Head, Confronting the Demonic Dragon

Ali's behavior instantly angered the female corpse in the water. Countless long hair shot out from the water, and rolled her into the water like a rope.

The water surged and blood slowly oozed out, dyeing the surrounding lake water red.

The old knife-holder was startled, but he saw that the guests were very calm. Even the girl who had just turned pale seemed very composed.

It seemed as if he wasn't worried about the little girl at all.

After a while, a small figure climbed out of the water, holding two pink kitchen knives, and muttered, "I just touched her head, why is she so fierce?"

"It almost scared me."

The old knife-holder looked at the corpse slowly floating out of the water. It had been broken into several pieces and was no longer in an upright position, but floating sideways like a normal corpse.

His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something terrifying.

He looked at the cute little girl and suddenly shuddered. Was the thing on his boat a human or a ghost?

"Everyone be careful and stand firm."

Zhang Jiuyang opened the Dharma Eye between his eyebrows and stared at the dark water with a solemn look in his eyes.

At first the others were a little confused, but after a moment, they all widened their eyes and a chill rushed from their backs to the top of their heads.

Under the moonlight, a large number of corpses appeared vaguely. None of them were normal floating corpses. Each one was standing upright.

The scene was extremely creepy; from a distance, the boat seemed to be struggling forward on a sea of ​​corpses, with black hair spread out on the water like a blanket.

The old knife-holder showed a look of despair.

He really couldn't understand it. He often went out at night to retrieve corpses before, and everything was always fine. Why did he encounter so many strange things tonight?

"It seems they can smell the blood of their own kind."

Zhang Jiuyang frowned. With so many zombies, it would be a waste to use the Five Thunder Talisman. The Ghost-Slaying Sword was too slow to kill them all. If the wooden boat broke apart, he might not be able to protect so many people.

Summoning the Changbing was a good choice, but the last time he beat up the demon dragon as Yan Luo, the Changbing had appeared before. If he showed up rashly, it would easily alarm them.

He didn't feel scared, just a little troubled.

While he was thinking, the bottom of the boat seemed to have been hit by zombies, and the whole boat began to shake. Liu Zifeng and Su Lingshan were lucky because they had martial arts skills and their lower bodies were stable. However, Old Daobazi did not stand firmly and almost fell into the lake.

"Grandpa, be careful."

Ali very enthusiastically supported him with the back of the knife, which was still stained with the blood of the zombies, mixed with water droplets that kept dripping down.

Zhang Jiuyang stood quietly at the bow, his feet seemed to have taken root, and he did not move no matter how much the boat shook.

He took the jade flute from his waist and played one of the five pieces.

The blue sea is singing!
As the clear and melodious flute sounded, the surrounding lake water suddenly began to surge, creating waves that swept away the zombies all around.

While playing, Zhang Jiuyang felt as if he had become one with the surrounding lake water. With a thought, he could cause the tide to rise and fall.

This feeling was very magical, as if the water had come to life and could communicate with him through the sound of the flute.

Still unwilling to give up, the zombies continued to swarm forward.

A hint of coldness flashed across Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, and the sound of the flute became more passionate and heroic. The surrounding lake water became more turbulent, and even raised waves more than ten feet high, which slammed towards the zombies!

Wow!

Many corpses were smashed into the water, splashing water and making thunderous sounds.

The blue sea is rising and the waves are surging.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang was like the legendary He Bo, the water god, whose flute music moved the ocean.

The zombies seemed to sense that he was not easy to deal with and finally backed down, but Zhang Jiuyang did not intend to stop just like that.

Leaving these bodies behind might kill more innocent people in the future.

The sound of his flute became louder and higher, and the power of water condensed. Streams of water as fine as silk threads attacked the scattered zombies like swimming snakes.

Then an idea suddenly occurred to him. He compressed the water flow to the extreme, and it became like the high-pressure water knife in his previous life. It became extremely sharp and once it wrapped around the necks of the zombies, it immediately severed their heads.

Not one escaped.

Zhang Jiuyang even thought of a name for this move, which was called Water-Tune Head-Cutting.

The sound of the flute slowly faded away, and when the song ended, Dongyang Lake became calm again. The moonlight shone on the water, reflecting faint ripples.

Zhang Jiuyang stood at the bow, his white clothes whiter than snow. He slowly put away his jade flute, his long black hair fluttering slightly in the night wind, and the pupil-shaped vertical mark between his eyebrows glowed with a faint golden light.

Make sure there are no fish that slip through the net.

He stroked the jade-like flute, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

No wonder Yue Ling said that if a cultivator has a magic weapon at hand during a fight, his strength will be incomparable.

Holding this jade flute, he was like a tiger with wings in a place with water, as if he had the magical power to control rivers, lakes and seas like a water monster.

And the higher his cultivation level, the greater the power he can exert.

What a wonderful baby!

Su Lingshan's eyes flashed with a strange light, and she said, "Brother, I saw Taoist Zhang kill a tiger with his fists before. Although his momentum was fierce and domineering, it was inevitably inconsistent with his appearance. Now, he is singing a song on the river to exorcise evil spirits, which is quite cool and elegant."

Without uttering a word or taking a single step, he just stood by the boat and played a tune on the flute, which made countless demons in the water surrender. This kind of demeanor and bearing was in line with her fantasy of a cultivator.

Liu Zifeng felt a little jealous, coughed, and whispered, "Junior Sister!"

Brother Zhang is good in every way except that he is a little too charming. During these days of living together, Junior Sister has been praising him endlessly, and even a broad-minded person like him can't help but feel a little jealous.

Su Lingshan looked at him with a smile and took the initiative to hold his hand. She didn't say anything, but there was a hint of sweetness in her eyes.

The old knife-holder looked at Zhang Jiuyang in a daze. With his rich experience, he realized that he had met the legendary strange man.

He handed over the silver ingot very respectfully, wanting to get back the money he had spent on sailing.

Zhang Jiuyang decisively refused.

The old knife-holder wanted to say something, but he caught a glimpse of the corner of the boat. His face suddenly changed and he exclaimed.

"Oh no, the statue has fallen!"

When everyone looked over, they found that the statue of Zong San had fallen onto the boat at some point, and coincidentally, the other dragon horn was also broken.

The old knife-holder was sweating all over and quickly knelt down and kowtowed to apologize.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned, with a bad feeling in his heart.

Although there are all kinds of evil spirits in Dongyang Lake, with his current strength, not many of them can pose a threat, unless he meets Zong San.

He originally thought that Dongyang Lake was so large that crossing the river in a small boat would not necessarily alarm it.

And according to the information obtained, Zong San was not so cruel as to eat everyone. Those boatmen could survive on Dongyang Lake, but they had to offer three animals as sacrifices every month.

So at first, Zhang Jiuyang didn’t actually think that he would meet Brown Three.

As for the so-called revenge?

Yan Luo beat you, what does it have to do with me, Zhang Jiuyang?

Zong San would never think that a mere cultivator of the third realm would be the Yama Luo who cut off a corner of it.

In fact, they walked for almost an hour without attracting Zong San's attention. However, looking at the statue with another dragon horn broken, he knew that things were going to be troublesome. The water surface was still calm, but Zhang Jiuyang seemed to sense something unusual and heard a faint roar.

The sound seemed to come from a long way away, as if somewhere under the water, a terrifying beast had woken up from its sleep.

"Brother Jiu, something is swimming towards us!"

"So fast!"

Ah Li exclaimed, her face becoming extremely solemn. One of her hands had already reached for the Wuchang Soldiers and Horses Altar at her waist, but was stopped by Zhang Jiuyang.

Once the Five Demons' troops show up, his identity as Yama may be exposed.

"Everyone, sit tight."

Zhang Jiuyang gave a warning, then raised the jade flute again and continued to play "Song of the Rising Tide in the Blue Sea".

Wow!

The water was surging and rushing like a waterfall, pushing the wooden boat forward bravely at a rapid speed, as fast as an arrow shot from a bow.

The wind whistles in my ears, and the scenery on both sides of the river seems to be a passing show, like chasing the wind and lightning.

The small boat was tossed up and down in the rapids, making a squeaking sound, as if it could not withstand such a huge impact and would fall apart at any time.

At this moment, even Liu Zifeng and Su Lingshan, who were skilled in martial arts, were staggering. They quickly squatted down and grabbed the corner of the boat to avoid being thrown away.

The old knife-holder didn't even bother to worship the statue. He tightly grasped the hemp rope beside him. He was so frightened that he could only close his eyes and pray.

Only Zhang Jiuyang still stood steadily at the bow, the sound of his flute became more and more exciting and loud, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

But what made him uneasy was that even though the boat was moving as fast as an arrow, the roar coming from the bottom of the water was getting closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer.

This means that the monster is about to catch up!
Its speed in the water was so fast, as fast as thunder, that even though it was so far away, it almost caught up with us in less than a moment.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly, it seemed that it was too late to reach Yangzhou and go ashore.

Are we going to play the song "White Dragon Song" now?
He was not very willing in his heart. The Dragon Girl was a surprise weapon. If she was exposed now, it would definitely alert the Lord of the Skin and make him be on guard.

But now that he doesn’t have the Indestructible Golden Body, he is definitely no match for Brown Three. What should he do?
While he was thinking, the sound of the flute was drowned out by the roar.

The thunder-like dragon roar, mixed with an evil spirit that surged into the sky, echoed between heaven and earth, deafening the ears and disrupting his song of the blue sea tide.

There were howling winds in the sky, dark clouds gathered, and thunder roared, as if it was the end of the world.

Dongyang Lake seemed to be about to face a storm, with raging waves that almost capsized the boat.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly felt creepy and a chill ran down his spine.

He opened the Dharma Eye between his eyebrows, and a golden light flashed, penetrating the dark water surface, and he saw a huge monster about a hundred feet long.

Dragon head, single horn, red scales, bloodshot eyes.

There are many red hairs growing in the gaps between the scales, as if they were soaked in blood, emitting an extremely strong smell of blood.

In March in Chishui, the brown rope turns into a dragon.

If you look down from the sky at this moment, you will see that under the boat, there is a hundred-foot-long demon dragon swimming around it. The people on the boat are like ants and may be swallowed by it at any time.

Even the entire boat is just a fallen leaf on the water to it.

"Grandpa Zongsan, please spare us. We didn't knock over your statue on purpose. It was those zombies who did it!"

The old knife-holder was frightened to death and knelt on the boat and kowtowed repeatedly.

Liu Zifeng and Su Lingshan were also trembling all over and did not dare to move.

If the dragon girl made them witness the nobility and elegance of a real dragon, then this demon dragon made them realize completely their own insignificance and powerlessness.

The pressure from the sixth-level demon dragon is so great that if a mortal's mind is not strong, even if he survives, he will probably become crazy in the future.

Only Zhang Jiuyang could remain calm and neither humble nor arrogant.

He stared at the demon dragon with his Dharma Eye, feeling its brutality and murderous intent. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a loud thunder and a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, striking towards the boat.

The demon dragon has taken action!
It was just a test, and I only put in 10% of my strength.

Zhang Jiuyang let out a long roar, the sound was like thunder, the magic power in his body surged, the thunder in his palm was stimulated to the extreme, and the lightning pattern in his palm bloomed with brilliant light.

He actually forced the lightning to go somewhere else, and it fell on the water, causing a huge splash.

Zhang Jiuyang's face was calm, but his hand that attracted the lightning was trembling slightly behind his back, and his palm was red and hot, even a little bit burnt.

Almost half of his magic power was consumed.

The demon dragon stared at him underwater and spoke slowly.

"You have the Dharma Eye and practice thunder magic, little Taoist priest, what sect are you from?"

Although it is the overlord of Dongyang Lake and has been causing trouble here for many years, it is not completely unscrupulous.

Some people can eat it, but some people will get into a lot of trouble after eating it.

This little Taoist priest in white is most likely a true disciple of a big sect. Eating him would certainly be satisfying, but it might attract a few crazy old Taoist priests.

It's not like it hasn't experienced this kind of thing before.

Over the long years, it has gradually learned how to survive and leave some room for maneuver when doing things. This is why the Imperial Observatory tolerated it occupying Dongyang Lake.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved, and he took out a golden token from his arms. The word "Qin Tian" was engraved on the front, and a five-clawed golden dragon was on the back.

The demon dragon obviously recognized the token. The brutality and murderous intent in its pupils diminished a lot, and there was a hint of fear in its eyes as it looked at Zhang Jiuyang.

The people in the Imperial Observatory are all mentally ill. None of them is afraid of death. Moreover, they have the support of Daqian and have a deep foundation. They are one of the forces that it is most reluctant to provoke.

"So you are from the Imperial Observatory, but you broke my statue. How do you want to settle this account?"

After all, it is the overlord of the waters of the 800-li Dongyang Lake. If it comes here in a fierce manner and leaves angrily after seeing a token, how can it keep its face?
Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and said, "It was not me who smashed your statue, but those zombies knocked it down. I have avenged you."

The demon dragon had already seen the decapitated corpses in the water, and a strange look appeared in its eyes.

Although these zombies were not strong, there were many of them and they were protected by the lake. The young Taoist priest was able to kill them all without missing a single one. He was indeed quite capable.

"Of course. Once we get ashore, I will pay to have a new statue made for you as an apology."

The demon dragon got the step it wanted and stopped pestering, it snorted coldly.

"Prince Ming Yue Ling is in Yangzhou City. For her sake, I will not bother with you, a junior, for the time being."

"You are a brave young Taoist priest, and a man of character. Tell me your name, and I may even know your ancestors."

"I am Zhang Jiuyang."

"Zhang Jiuyang...I will remember you."

The evil dragon looked at him deeply, then swung its tail and sailed away through the waves, and the terrifying pressure gradually dissipated.

Liu Zifeng and the others all collapsed on the boat like mud.

Zhang Jiuyang also breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

But no matter what, he finally made it to Dongyang Lake.

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(End of this chapter)