The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 173: The incense is full, and the inheritance will be given again (please vote at the end of the month)

"Brother Jiu, why are your face bruised and swollen? Who beat you up? Ah Li will help you get revenge!"

"Qingji too, help the master to take revenge!"

When they returned to the room, the two kids saw that Zhang Jiuyang's body was covered with bruises. They were indignant and picked up their weapons.

"Yue Ling——"

"Good fight!"

Ali betrayed the organization without hesitation and said, "Sister Ming Wang must have her reasons!"

Qingji was loyal. He raised his small stick and shouted, and was about to kill Yue Ling's residence, but was held down by Zhang Jiuyang with one finger.

He didn't want to be dragged down by this little guy in the middle of the night and then be woken up by Yue Ling to practice swordsmanship.

The back of the Dragon Bird Blade...it really hurts!

He was a little dizzy now, and couldn't understand why Yue Ling was so angry. Didn't she not want to get married? She even quarreled with the old lady because of this.

A woman’s heart is as deep as the sea!

Zhang Jiuyang couldn't help but sigh again. He didn't know why Taiyin and Yue Ling were so confusing tonight.

"Brother Jiu, look, I picked several more red spider lilies!"

Ali looked very proud, her pigtails swinging back and forth.

During this period, under the care of Qingji, Ali went to the underworld again and picked three red spider lilies.

For her now, walking in the underworld is already a piece of cake and she is no longer as nervous as before. The only pity is that every time she picks more than three flowers, it will alert the ghost soldiers in the underworld and they have to evacuate quickly.

"awesome!"

Zhang Jiuyang touched her head and praised her.

Little Ali's eyes narrowed with laughter, and she stretched out her arms and gestured hard.

"Brother Jiu, the underworld is so huge, and it feels like there are so many treasures. I must work hard to empty the underworld!"

"Is this what you said before, Brother Jiu, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

For a petty money-lover, what could be more uncomfortable than being in a treasure house and being unable to empty it?
Ever since she knew that many things in the underworld were priceless, Ali's mentality changed, and the art of walking on the underworld is now more popular with her than origami. If it weren't for the limit of once every seven days, she would probably go to the underworld to steal things every day.

Zhang Jiuyang could even imagine that scene.

Little Ali was sneaky, looking left and right, with a strong sense of thieving, stealing the "millet" of the underworld family bit by bit like a little hamster.

"Nine Brother, doesn't Journey to the West say that there are treasures like the Judge's Pen and the Book of Life and Death in the underworld? I will definitely work hard to cultivate and steal them all for you in the future!"

She patted her chest like a little adult and said, "Just concentrate on your cultivation. Ah Li will steal things to support you!"

Zhang Jiuyang grabbed her pigtail and laughed.

I don’t know what the second master would think when he knew that a thief from the underworld had emerged from the Yin lineage.

However, he still warned: "Be careful, no matter how many treasures you have, they are not as important as your safety."

Ali giggled and nodded vigorously.

Thinking of the Second Master, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes became more serious, and the promise he had made emerged in his mind.

"I will not fail to honor your head."

Erye's head has been buried. He has successfully penetrated into the Yellow Springs and his foundation is now stable. Next, he should fulfill his promise.

A man’s promise is as light as life and death, and he sighs as the trees turn pale in the wind.

Only by chopping off the head of the Painted Skin Master and bringing it to the Second Master's grave for memorial service could he fulfill his promise.

Sit cross-legged and continue practicing.

Although he has found the agarwood and the visualization diagram, his strength will definitely take a leap forward, but Zhang Jiuyang will not relax.

Cherish every moment of your daily life.

……

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, it was a month later.

Zhang Jiuyang has been living in the Shen family during this period, practicing diligently, practicing sword with Yue Ling, and planting flowers with the old lady. His life is very comfortable, like the calm before the storm.

There has been no movement in the whale oil at Taiyin, but the gains from the visualization picture have been very great.

"The Legend of Lingguan Conquering the Demons" became a hit in Yangzhou. Wanfu Theater and Shen's Tea House worked together to make Wang Lingguan's name popular and his influence continued to rise.

Although the Lingguan Temple on Ganquan Mountain is still under construction, there is already a constant stream of visitors coming to visit.

The most important thing is that Zhang Jiuyang will send Ali and her soldiers to appear quietly and help those believers who burn incense to complete some normal petitions.

As a result, before the Lingguan Temple was completed, its reputation for efficacy had spread throughout Yangzhou.

This is called momentum.

With the full help of the Shen family, Wang Lingguan has become the most popular god in Yangzhou. After a month of fermentation, the visualization picture that has been stagnant for a long time has finally ushered in a great harvest.

A huge amount of power from the incense poured into the visualization picture in his mind, little by little making the portrait of Wang Lingguan become colorful and vivid.

That is an improvement that can be seen with the naked eye.

Zhang Jiuyang could feel that he was about to usher in the next inheritance.

Chenshi.

He woke up on time and practiced Zhongli Ba Duan Jin in the slowly rising sun. He was bathed in the morning light, breathing in and out purple air, and felt like a god. After finishing his practice, he opened his eyes and saw a maid waiting outside the door, holding clothes in her hands, ready to help him wash.

She was still wearing a white dress, but it was made of the finest brocade, woven by the most famous embroiderer of Jiangnan Textile and Goldsmith Company. The fabric was soft, the stitches were fine, and it was dotted with faint cloud patterns. The edges of the belt were sewn with gold thread, making it elegant and luxurious.

Around her waist was an amber-gilt jade belt with a green jade dragon pendant hanging from it, and a small hole was thoughtfully designed for a jade flute.

"Son-in-law, your hair is so nice, there is no clogging when you comb it!"

There were three maids serving Zhang Jiuyang. One helped him dress, one combed his hair and put on a crown for him, and another held a spittoon for him to rinse his mouth.

Each of the maids was about sixteen or seventeen years old, at the age of coming of age, with a pretty face, as tender as a freshly peeled egg, a voice as crisp as an oriole, and a unique fragrance of a young girl.

They looked at Zhang Jiuyang, without any impatience in their eyes, but rather a smile of surprise.

Such a handsome son-in-law is really rare, especially when he was bathed in the morning glow and surrounded by purple mist, he looked like a god.

Even Zhang Jiuyang's body had a faint scent like grass and trees.

"Okay, let's go down."

After a moment, Zhang Jiuyang looked at himself in the bronze mirror. He was wearing a jade crown with a green unicorn hairpin inserted horizontally. His long hair was as black as ink and his white clothes were whiter than snow. His handsome face looked even more elegant against the backdrop of his clothes.

Especially with three pretty little maids standing beside her and serving her so attentively, one cannot help but sigh that the life of rich people is so simple and unpretentious.

He was a little uncomfortable at first, but as time went on, he actually started to enjoy it. One can only say that the evil life of feudal masters is depraved.

But even though he had lived in the Shen Mansion for a month, there was one thing he still couldn't get used to, and that was the old lady's special "care" at the dinner table.

At the breakfast banquet, a large number of delicacies from land and sea were placed in front of Zhang Jiuyang.

There are things like wolfberry stewed tiger penis, cordyceps boiled old duck, roasted lamb kidneys, and even the vegetarian dishes are fresh leeks...

Looking at the old lady's half-smiley eyes, how could Zhang Jiuyang not know her intention?

Everyone knows Sima Zhao’s heart!
The old lady is going crazy wanting to have a great-grandson.

Damn it, do I, Zhang Jiuyang, still need these things?
But it tastes really delicious!

It is said that the chef of the Shen Mansion has been an imperial chef for three generations. His cooking skills are amazing, and the food is so delicious that even Ali has to admire him and often goes there to eat secretly. No, she learns from him secretly.

Yue Ling was still wearing a red robe, sitting there with a broad mind, not showing any sign of being graceful like a girl. She ate meat with big mouthfuls and drank wine with big bowls. Her eating style was even more heroic than Zhang Jiuyang.

"Ling'er!"

The old lady knocked the ground with her cane and said, "It was fine before, but you are about to become a wife and a mother soon. How can you still eat like this?"

The words wife and mother made Yue Ling freeze.

She was good at thunder magic, but she seemed to have been struck by lightning and felt numb.

She lost her appetite instantly, and all the delicious food and wine seemed tasteless. She couldn't help but glare at Zhang Jiuyang fiercely.

"Cough cough!"

Zhang Jiuyang quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, saying, "It's okay. I think Yue... Ling'er's eating style is very free and easy, unconventional, and generous."

At the old lady's strong request, Zhang Jiuyang had no choice but to call her Ling'er in front of her.

God knows how uncomfortable Zhang Jiuyang felt when he called out the name Ling'er for the first time. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

Yue Ling also looked uncomfortable at the time and was fidgeting.

I have been yelling more frequently during this period, and it seems that I feel better now, but my scalp is still a little tingling, and I am afraid that the back of the Dragon Sparrow Knife will chop me down at the next moment.

"Xiaojiu is a broad-minded person, so he can tolerate your bad habits."

As the saying goes, the more a mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, the more she likes him.

The old lady seemed to have this mentality. She liked Zhang Jiuyang more and more, and sometimes even made Yue Ling jealous, thinking that her grandmother had changed.

"Ling'er, don't just focus on eating by yourself, pick up some food for your future husband."

Yue Ling glared at Zhang Jiuyang secretly, and then reluctantly picked up a chicken leg for him. Zhang Jiuyang also quickly scooped a small bowl of porridge for her.

Seeing the loving scene of the young couple, the old lady smiled and the wrinkles on her face smoothed out.

"Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, which is a grand event in Yangzhou. It will be very lively at night. Xiaojiu, Ling'er, although you are cultivators, you can't stay at home every day. Go and see the excitement tomorrow night."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded quickly and agreed. It would be good to go out for some fresh air. If he stayed any longer, he would probably give birth to the baby in the Shen family.

Just as he was about to say something, suddenly, his expression changed and excitement flashed in his eyes.

The incense sticks are gathered and the visualization diagram is about to be passed down!

Before he could think of a reason to leave, Yue Ling's voice rang out.

"Grandma, I'm full. I'm going to the backyard with Zhang Jiuyang to practice martial arts. Don't follow us!"

After saying that, without waiting for the old lady to speak, she naturally took Zhang Jiuyang's hand and ran out.

The old lady shook her head and smiled. This girl had no shame in public.

After arriving at a deserted place, Yue Ling released his hand, looked around, and said, "Go into seclusion quickly. I will help you protect the Dharma."

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned. He didn't expect her to be so perceptive.

"What are you still standing there for? I've been with you for so long, and if we don't even have this much tacit understanding, I won't investigate the case anymore. I'd just get married and have kids."

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(End of this chapter)