The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 169: Escape, the Fake Yama's Identity

Zhang Jiuyang couldn't figure out what he had missed until he heard Shen Tu Xiong's words "When a person dies, the birds fly up to the sky".

The word "death" made a flash of lightning in his mind, and he thought of the person who was ignored by everyone.

Dead man in coffin!

If all the bodies have been checked and found to be fine, then the only problem is the body that has not been checked.

It sounds ridiculous, but this is precisely the other party's brilliance.

Because no one would doubt a dead body.

There is another suspicious point that can confirm Zhang Jiuyang's speculation. The fake Yama said that he wanted to deliver a coffin to the old lady, but why did he put a corpse in the coffin?
I'm afraid it's not only for warning, but also for the convenience of manipulating the paper man.

Before Zhang Jiuyang could stretch out his hand, Yue Ling pulled him back and then pushed open the coffin lid herself.

The stench and smell of blood wafted over again, and the three of them looked over and couldn't help but have their pupils condensed.

"Damn it, it's true!"

"You are amazing, kid!"

Shentu Xiong uttered an exclamation.

The corpse was still in the coffin, but it had changed significantly compared to before. The skin and flesh were torn apart like a silkworm cocoon, and a large amount of flesh and blood had been hollowed out, as if something had crawled out of the corpse.

There was also a hole at the bottom of the coffin.

Yue Ling said in a serious voice, "It seems that the caster had been hiding in Grandpa Zhao's body before, and then took advantage of our unpreparedness and escaped underground."

Shentu Xiong looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a hint of admiration.

"Amazing! If it were me, I would never be able to figure it out. How could it be hidden here?"

Zhang Jiuyang was not so optimistic. He shook his head and sighed.

"It was too late when I thought of it. The other party still escaped."

Shen Tu Xiong snorted coldly and said angrily: "What a pity! If I had known at that time, I would have hit the corpse with a pestle first!"

The fake Yama was indeed cunning, bold and careful, and he successfully deceived everyone. If Zhang Jiuyang had not discovered it, people would probably not have noticed anything unusual until the burial of Master Zhao.

“It’s not like there’s nothing to discover.”

Zhang Jiuyang's voice suddenly rang out, and his Dharma Eye between his eyebrows opened. He suddenly jumped into the coffin, not caring about the stench at all, and found something from the blurry flesh and blood.

It was a long black hair.

Mr. Zhao is already in his eighties, with all his hair white. This hair is definitely not his. More importantly, Zhang Jiuyang smells a familiar scent on this hair.

He already knew the origin of the hair and also understood who the fake Yama was.

Turning around, his eyes flashed and he discovered something again. He lay down on his own initiative and squeezed together with the corpse.

"Please help me close the coffin lid."

Shen Tu Xiong didn't understand what was going on, but Yue Ling immediately pushed the coffin lid up. After a moment, Zhang Jiuyang pushed the coffin lid open, walked out, and a sneer appeared on his face.

"What a crazy guy."

He turned the coffin lid over, and everyone immediately saw a line of small words engraved on the inside of the coffin lid.

"The Imperial Observatory is nothing more than that."

These seven words, spoken so lightly, were like a whip that lashed Yue Ling and Shen Tu Xiong's hearts, making both of them furious.

Yue Ling had great self-control. Although she was filled with murderous intent, she remained calm. She just tightened her hand around the knife handle a little more.

Shen Tu Xiong was so furious that he slapped the half-broken coffin into pieces.

The people from the Imperial Observatory who were nearby also came over after hearing the noise. When they saw those seven small words, they were immediately furious. They felt their faces burning and ashamed.

When had their Imperial Observatory ever suffered such humiliation?
An evil spirit not only caused a big fuss in broad daylight, but also escaped right under their noses, and finally left behind a mocking remark.

For a moment, even an iron-blooded general like Li Yan snorted coldly, filled with murderous intent.

"Let those guests leave. This matter should not be made public."

Yue Ling nodded.

She turned around and looked at the people in the Imperial Observatory who were blushing and indignant, and said in a sonorous voice: "What is there to be angry about? If you really want revenge, you should spend more time on the case. Only when we fight again can you avenge your previous humiliation."

"When we chop off his head, pull out his tongue, and imprison him like a dog in the Heavenly Prison, we might as well ask him, is the Imperial Observatory just that?"

These words lifted everyone's spirits and made their blood boil.

"The investigation has reached a bottleneck recently, and everyone has been a little lax. Now the enemy is pointing fingers at us and scolding us. Can you still sleep well?"

"Boss, just tell me what to do!"

"Fuck, even if I die, I will bite off a piece of Yan Luo's flesh!"

"Even if we die of exhaustion, we must find the clues!"

In an instant, the crowd was excited, and the people in the Imperial Observatory turned their shame and anger into motivation and worked hard.

Yue Ling nodded and said, "Starting from tonight, brothers, don't sleep yet. Divide into two groups, one group will search the northeast direction of Yangzhou, and the other group will search the southeast direction."

"promise!!"

Shen Tu Xiong was a little surprised and asked, "Yue Jianhou, what about the southwest and northwest directions? What if Yan Luo's lair is hidden there? Wouldn't our efforts be in vain?"

Yue Ling said calmly: "The current progress is too slow, we have to take a gamble."

She did not say that it was Zhang Jiuyang's credit. In Yangzhou, a special place, if Zhang Jiuyang became a thorn in the side of the Painted Skin Master, it would be troublesome.

Moreover, the Shanfeng Gu Gua is only a speculation, and there is no evidence to prove that it is correct. It should not be made public before definite clues are found.

Zhang Jiuyang wiped the long hair clean with a brocade handkerchief and then carefully put it away.

When he looked up, he saw Shentu Xiong looking at him.

"Brother Zhang, have you found any clues?"

He took the initiative to step forward, very enthusiastically, and even called her a more affectionate name.

"Tell me, brother. We are all family. Why should we hide it? What is the secret of that hair?"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled bitterly and said, "Shentu Jianhou——"

"Call me Brother Shentu!"

He coughed, unable to resist the other party's enthusiasm, and said, "Brother Shentu, to be honest, there is indeed some mystery in this hair, but I can't figure it out for the time being. I need to go back and think about it."

"Hahaha, it's okay. If you figure out something, remember to tell me about it."

Shen Tu Xiong patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are talented and smart. You are a rare talent. No wonder Yue Jianhou cherishes you so much. If you are willing, you can come to work in my Qinglong Pavilion in the future." Yue Ling's voice sounded coldly.

"He is my peripheral. Even if he wants to join the Imperial Observatory, he will enter the White Tiger Pavilion."

Shen Tu Xiong laughed, unwilling to confront this overbearing woman, and turned to look at his men.

"Okay, brothers, haven't you always been curious about who Zhang Jiuyang is? Now the real boss has finally appeared. If it weren't for him today, I'm afraid we wouldn't even know how the enemy slipped away right under our noses!"

"Everyone take turns to toast Brother Zhang, and then we will begin searching Yangzhou!"

Shentu Xiong waved his hand, and the people in the Imperial Observatory looked at each other, and then each of them came to Zhang Jiuyang with a large bowl of wine.

Yue Ling didn't want him to drink so much and wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Zhang Jiuyang.

He could see that these people were not hostile to him.

Those were young faces, probably less than 20 years old on average, with a hint of childishness on their faces, but their eyes were exceptionally firm.

What is most touching is that some of them are disabled, and those are scars left in the battle with evil spirits.

"Brother Zhang, I heard that you and Yue Tou have killed many evil spirits together. That's amazing. I respect you!"

A one-armed boy stepped forward and drank it in big gulps.

Zhang Jiuyang finished his drink and before he could say anything, another person came forward with his left eye blinded.

"My life was saved by Yue Tou. If you dare to betray Yue Tou in the future, none of us brothers in the White Tiger Pavilion will allow it!"

Before Zhang Jiuyang could explain, he saw him gulp down the big bowl of wine.

Okay, time to drink again.

"And we, the brothers of Qinglong Pavilion, won't agree!"

Many young men toasted one after another, their faces slightly red, not daring to look at Yue Ling, who was dressed in a red silk dress and was as beautiful as a fairy. They only dared to use the alcohol to say a few childish "harsh words" to Zhang Jiuyang.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiuyang understood that these young men probably admired Yue Ling to some extent.

But it was no wonder. At the age of eighteen or nineteen, it was the time of youth and admiration. Yue Ling was such a brilliant woman who always led the charge in every battle and had saved their lives many times. It was hard not to fall in love with her.

But they understood that once they entered the Imperial Observatory, they might fall in a battle with evil spirits at any time. In addition, Yue Ling was too outstanding, so no one dared to show it.

I don’t know how many bowls of wine I drank. Just when Zhang Jiuyang felt a little tipsy, there was finally no one in front of him.

After the toast, those energetic young men all left the Shen family and devoted themselves to the case overnight.

"Don't blame them. These kids have been holding it in for too long."

Shen Tu Xiong patted Zhang Jiuyang on the shoulder, looked in the direction they were leaving, and said, "They all took this search mission with the determination to die. This is both a toast and a farewell."

Zhang Jiuyang was silent, understanding what he meant.

What they want to search is Yan Luo's lair. If they can't find it, their lives will be safe. But if they find it, will Yan Luo let them go?
They know that they may not be able to come back, but the fact that they cannot come back is a signal.

Wherever they die, that is the evil nest.

It's like a minefield. You have to risk your life to find the mines.

Sacrifice bravely and fearlessly.

That kind of vigorous vitality, like a rising sun, made Zhang Jiuyang feel very cordial and moved.

"There is no other way. In the battle against evil spirits, sacrifice is inevitable. If I can kill Yan Luo and avenge the countless dead souls, what's the harm in letting Shen Tu Xiong die?"

Shentu Xiong sighed, then turned and left.

As a jailer, he does not need to participate in the search work, but he needs to keep his spirits up and stay in peak condition. Once the enemy's lair is discovered, he must ensure that he charges into battle at the first possible moment and sweep away the evil spirits with the force of thunder.

Yue Ling helped him back to the room.

As soon as the door was closed, the drunkenness in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes disappeared instantly. His eyes were clear, his body was straight, and he said, "It's the embroiderer!"

"Embroiderer?"

"Yes, the person pretending to be Yan Luo today is Xiu Niang!"

Zhang Jiuyang asked Ah Li to spit out a piece of white tiger skin, and then he put it under the candlelight to look at it. He could clearly see that the white tiger skin was sewn with black hair.

He took out the hair he had found in the coffin before and compared it with the hair inside the white tiger skin.

"These hairs carry the unique yin energy of the dead, and also have a unique fragrance. I can't be wrong. The fake Yama is the embroiderer. The Painted Skin Master has really taken action."

Yue Ling's eyes were cold, and she said, "As everyone knows, I am the granddaughter of the Shen family and the chief officer of the Yan Luo case. I have been targeting the Painted Skin Master in the name of investigating Yan Luo. The other party is here to warn me."

Being able to kill Mr. Zhao who is at the fourth level proves that he is not afraid of the power of the Shen family.

If you dare to investigate further, I will send you a coffin this time and take your life next time.

There are no rules for the evil spirits that run rampant. If Yan Luo dares to massacre Qingzhou, they will naturally dare to massacre the Shen family as well.

When a sixth-level evil spirit goes crazy, no force dares to say they are not afraid.

"But why did the other party pretend to be Yan Luo?"

Zhang Jiuyang said in a deep voice: "Divert the trouble to the east."

"You can use the name of investigating Yama Luo to keep nagging the Painted Skin Master, and they will naturally want you to find the real Yama Luo."

"This way, we can divert attention. Secondly, we can use the Imperial Observatory as a good weapon to eliminate a powerful enemy, and then we can sit back and watch the fight."

"If I'm not mistaken, in a few days, someone will probably send you clues related to Yan Luo and lead you to Qingzhou."

Divert trouble to others and kill with a borrowed knife!
As for causing a scene at the birthday banquet and delivering the coffin in public, they were means to provoke Yue Ling. When a person is angry, his judgment will decrease.

In addition, angering the Shen family could also bring about a greater enemy for Yan Luo.

"This embroiderer really spared no effort to help her master deal with me!"

Zhang Jiuyang sighed: "Hiding in a corpse, escaping from the shell, diverting trouble to others, killing with a borrowed knife, this embroiderer is a good opponent."

Yue Ling showed a hint of smile.

"But what she could never have imagined is that Yan Luo is one of my people. How could I possibly hunt down one of my own?"

He paused, thinking of the coffin and the tragic death of Master Zhao.

The smile on her face gradually faded, and although her voice was calm, her enunciation was very heavy.

"Master Painted Skin, I will definitely kill him."

"Leave the coffin to her and her master."

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(End of this chapter)