The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 188: The Wrath of the King, the Roar of the White Dragon

That night.

A figure quietly left the Shen family. Under the faint moonlight, his figure was almost transparent and passed directly through the wall.

Wall-walking and invisibility.

Although they were just two small spells, they were already perfected in his hands, and he did not alert any people from the Imperial Observatory who were secretly guarding along the way.

Although he was walking, he landed silently and floated in the dark night, as if shrinking the distance into an inch.

After a while, he came to a remote suburb where there was a big locust tree. On the locust tree there was a bird's nest, which was a crow's nest.

The man looked around and after making sure that there was no one around, he released his invisibility spell.

A figure slowly appeared under the moon, changing from transparent to solid. He was wearing black gold lion armor, had thick hair and beard, a tall and strong figure, and a pair of tiger eyes with murderous intent.

It was the Supervisor of the Imperial Observatory, Shentu Xiong.

He snapped his fingers and sent something into the bird's nest, then turned around and prepared to go back.

However, he stopped after taking a few steps, his copper-bell-like eyes shook, and he stared at the figure in front of him in disbelief.

Under the moonlight, a slender and well-built figure stood tall and handsome.

He wore a purple tassel helmet, a bright armor, a dragon-sparrow sword dangling from his waist, and a blood-red cloak fluttering in the night wind. Even before he drew his sword, he was already filled with murderous intent.

"Zhang Jiuyang said it was you. Although he has never made a mistake, deep down, I hope he makes a mistake once."

"What a pity...it's really you."

There was a rare hint of loss in Yue Ling's voice.

Although Shen Tu Xiong had some differences with her on official business, she admired his bravery. The two would sometimes compete with each other, and they were usually evenly matched.

Gentlemen are harmonious but different.

She could tolerate Shen Tu Xiong's disagreements on official matters and his dissatisfaction with her, even if it meant trying to trip her up in private, but she could not tolerate betrayal.

He betrayed the Imperial Observatory, betrayed the oath he had made in the Yingling Mausoleum, and betrayed so many brothers who admired him, followed him, and were even willing to die for him.

"It would be fine if you were Painted Skin. At least Shen Tu Xiong would still be the senior whom I once respected. At least those brothers who died for you would not be heartbroken in the afterlife."

She pulled out the Dragon Sparrow Knife bit by bit. The flame runes on the blade glowed brightly. From a distance, it looked like a sword drawn from a raging fire.

The clanging of swords and the solemn and murderous aura filled the air, sending the dead leaves on the ground flying in fright.

"Zhang Jiuyang..."

Shentu Xiong kept repeating the name, thinking of the man in white clothes as white as snow and with a calm and composed look, and he let out a long sigh.

"If I had known this earlier, I would have gotten rid of him in advance, even if it was risky."

He still underestimated Zhang Jiuyang. He didn't expect that after lurking for decades and hiding his identity even from the Supervisor, he was eventually discovered by a mere third-level realm cultivator.

Shen Tu Xiong looked at Yue Ling and suddenly felt relieved.

"I knew this day would come, but many evil spirits have died at my hands over the years. As the warden of the Imperial Observatory, I think I have done my duty to my brothers."

He took off his bright silver lion helmet, and took out a token of the Imperial Observatory from his waist. A complex look flashed in his eyes, and then he threw it on the ground.

"From now on, I am no longer a member of the Imperial Observatory. If you can kill me, it won't be considered as the blood of a fellow soldier."

"If I kill you, it will be the same."

The first iron rule of the Imperial Observatory is that fellow astronomical officers are not allowed to kill each other.

After so many years of undercover career, he has some elements of the Imperial Observatory etched into his bones, such as brotherhood, slaying demons and monsters, protecting the country and the people. As more and more evil spirits die at his hands, he sometimes becomes dazed.

Am I a human or a ghost?

He is not a painted skin, but he feels as if he is covered with an invisible skin.

"why?"

Yue Ling has always been a resolute person, and she never shows mercy to the people of Painted Skin. But to Shen Tu Xiong, she couldn't help but ask why.

Shen Tu Xiong is not a painted skin. He has a clear mind and is not manipulated by others.

The most important thing is that Yue Ling could feel that he had a special feeling for the Imperial Observatory. Why would such a great monk of the fifth realm degenerate himself and become a hidden pawn of the Master of Painted Skin?

She really couldn't figure it out.

"Because I don't have a choice."

A trace of pain flashed across Shentu Xiong's eyes, a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then a demon-subduing pestle appeared in his hand.

"I was the one who leaked the news about Shenju Mountain. Over the years, I have done a lot of dirty things for Painted Skin and spread a lot of news. Many people died because of me."

"During the Yangzhou Rebellion, a total of 782 people died, more than 1,200 were seriously injured, and countless others were slightly injured."

He spat out these cold numbers, his hand tightly grasped the demon-subduing pestle, his eyes lowered, but he could hardly hide the pain and self-blame in his heart.

"The funny thing is, I was the one who compiled these figures."

Yue Ling's eyes turned cold, and the flame on the blade became hotter.

Sensing Yue Ling's killing intent, Shen Tu Xiong smiled and said, "You and I have sparred many times, and we are evenly matched. This time, it's time to decide the winner."

"This time, we will decide who is better, and who lives or dies."

Before Yue Ling's voice fell, she had already moved, and her anger exploded like a landslide.

Dragging the sword, the sharp Dragon Sparrow Sword cut a deep crack on the ground, and flames gushed out like a volcanic eruption.

Twelve moves to break into the enemy formation, and the move of dragging the sword to chop the horse!
In an instant, a powerful momentum swept over like a tsunami, blowing Shentu Xiong's hair and beard fluttering, and even the skin on his face was trembling.

"Well done!"

He shouted loudly, raised the demon-subduing pestle, and simply chopped it down. However, in the void, the shadow of a sacred mountain emerged, like the Mount Sumeru in the Buddhist scriptures, and the sound of Sanskrit chanting could be heard faintly all around.

The fall of the pestle was like a wake-up call from the Buddha.

clang! !

The Dragon Sparrow Sword and the Demon-Subduing Pestle collided, making a deafening roar, which caused leaves to fall all around and turned into debris on the ground.

The golden flame burned the demon-subduing pestle engraved with Buddhist scriptures. Yue Ling's eyes were as firm as iron and filled with murderous intent.

There were even golden flames burning in her pupils.

The mad lion Shen Tu Xiong and the wise king Yue Ling, these two brave generals who were known for their bravery and ferocity in the Imperial Observatory, finally let go of all restraints and decided to see who was superior.

Boom!

Neither of them retreated a single step, and like giant beasts wrestling, the ground beneath their feet began to twist and crack, like an earth dragon turning over.

Yue Ling seemed to be covered in a layer of flaming armor, and the sound of his sword rang loudly, soaring into the sky.

Shen Tu Xiong was also going crazy. A Vajra statue appeared behind him, with hair and beard dancing wildly like a lion. Ding! Ding! Ding!
There were several more clanging sounds like thunder. The two had started fighting at close range, like striking golden bells. The terrifying air waves shook the surrounding trees, causing their leaves to fall and sway.

Yue Ling's swordsmanship is superb, and every strike is a killing move. He puts himself in a desperate situation and then survives. He is extremely fierce, brutal and domineering.

Shentu Xiong's pestle technique is also extremely fierce, like a madman. If it touches someone, they will die, and if it touches someone, they will be injured. It is like thunder and lightning.

Both of them were born with supernatural powers, and they had practiced martial arts to the highest level. For a moment, they were masculine against masculine, and tit for tat.

After fifty moves, there is still no winner.

After a hundred moves, Shen Tu Xiong began to retreat. Knife marks appeared on the Demon Subduing Pestle, and even black marks were burned by the flames.

After one hundred and fifty moves, Shentu Xiong's mouth was bleeding, but he did not retreat but advanced instead, roaring out the Buddhist mantra. He seemed to be blessed with divine power, becoming more courageous and sweeping away the decline.

However, Yue Ling was worthy of being a brave general who had fought hundreds of battles. He was experienced and not at all flustered. The light of his sword was like mercury pouring on the ground, penetrating every hole. He switched between offense and defense at will, naturally and gradually gained the upper hand.

After two hundred moves, Shen Tu Xiong finally couldn't resist any more and activated his most powerful magical power, the Giant Spirit Technique!
His body suddenly grew larger, like a giant several feet tall, and his strength soared to a terrifying level. With one blow, he was able to destroy mountains and break cliffs, just like the legendary giant spirit god descending to the earth.

Yue Ling did not dodge. She used her tongue to make thundering sounds, and used the Dragon Sparrow Sword to draw the thunder from the sky. She bathed in thunder and fire, and soared into the sky.

The two men fought from the ground to the sky. In the dark night, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, the air waves crossed the sky, and the thunder and fire almost burned the dark clouds red.

After three hundred moves, the two men fell from the sky. Shentu Xiong's body had returned to normal. He was breathing heavily, and the black gold lion armor on his body was covered with knife marks, deep enough to see the bones, and blood was dripping.

The hand holding the demon-subduing pestle was trembling slightly, blood was constantly flowing from the knuckles, his beard was almost burnt, and he looked extremely miserable.

Yue Ling stood with his sword across his body, his posture still handsome, his purple tasseled helmet was broken, his long black hair was loose, his eyes were arrogant, and his imposing manner seemed to be even more powerful than before he drew his sword.

There was lightning flashing in the left eye and golden flames in the right eye.

She stood there quietly, her cloak fluttering like a god of war, making it difficult to look directly at her.

"I lost."

Shentu Xiong looked at Yue Ling with a hint of amazement in his eyes.

"It's awesome! This is the first time I've been defeated in a head-on confrontation. You were able to withstand my giant spirit magic. That's amazing!"

If he had not experienced it himself, he would never have believed that Yue Ling, who was only 25 years old, had reached this point.

I'm afraid she has already seen the threshold of the sixth realm.

The Vajra Dragon Elephant lives up to its reputation!
"I can't defeat you, but you can't kill me either, Yue Ling. I'm leaving now. I'll pay you back for what I owe you later."

"Also, I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't fight with the Painted Skin Master anymore. You can't beat him now."

After saying that, Shen Tu Xiong wanted to leave, but Yue Ling shook his head and said, "You can't leave."

The next moment, the sound of a jade flute suddenly rang out in the night sky, clear and distant, like the roar of a dragon in the water.

The sound of the flute began, the power of water gathered, and a drizzle began to fall all around.

Shentu Xiong looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure in white standing on the tallest Moon-Watching Tower in Yangzhou City in the distance, holding a jade flute and standing gracefully under the bright moon.

It’s Zhang Jiuyang again!
A bad premonition suddenly emerged in his heart, and he wanted to leave.

I thought Yue Ling would stop him, but unexpectedly she just held the knife and didn't move.

Roar!
Just as he was escaping into the clouds, a loud dragon roar suddenly sounded in his ears, and there was a heavy storm all around, with dark clouds covering the sky.

When he looked up, he saw a white dragon about a hundred feet long appearing under the bright moon and in the sea of ​​clouds. It had a slender body, jade-like scales, and lightning brewing on its crystal horns.

The dragon's roar sounded, as if harmonizing with the sound of the flute.

Boom!

The thunder is mighty and the dragon is breathing.

Shentu Xiong fell from the sky, fell to the ground, and coughed up blood.

He had just fought with Yue Ling and had already suffered serious injuries. Now he encountered a real dragon comparable to the sixth realm. Naturally, he was defeated.

It’s Zhang Jiuyang!

The sound of his flute could actually summon a real dragon!
In an instant, Shentu Xiong was deeply shocked by the young man whom he had once looked down upon.

Who exactly is Zhang Jiuyang?

But he had no time to think about this problem. The situation on the field was very unfavorable to him at the moment, and it was almost a sure defeat for him.

The white dragon poked its head out from the clouds, looking down from above.

Yue Ling stood on the land with his sword in hand, looking eagerly.

What should I do?
Shen Tu Xiong was almost in despair, but an idea suddenly flashed in his mind. He looked at the man in white on the Wangyue Tower in the distance, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The only hope is Zhang Jiuyang!

He was the one who summoned the White Dragon, and Yue Ling attached great importance to him. As long as she captured Zhang Jiuyang, she could force them to retreat!

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Shen Tu Xiong used the escape technique and rushed towards Zhang Jiuyang.

There was nothing wrong with his idea, but what he didn't know was that he had stirred up a hornet's nest.

Yue Ling and Long Nu were both extremely arrogant people, and they were unwilling to join forces to deal with Shen Tu Xiong. That was why Yue Ling just watched Shen Tu Xiong escape into the sky without doing anything.

After the Dragon Girl knocked Shen Tu Xiong down, she did not attack again, thinking that Yue Ling would draw her sword.

They are all the most talented and beautiful women in the world, with their own character, but when Shen Tu Xiong set his sights on Zhang Jiuyang, everything became different.

Boom!

Thunder roared and the knife flashed.

Longnu and Yue Ling attacked at the same time.

……

The roof of the Moon Watching Building.

After playing the White Dragon Song, Zhang Jiuyang said calmly, "Shen Tu Xiong is finished. Next, we need to clear out the Painted Skins in the city."

After a pause, he looked at Ah Li who was holding a thick book and reciting, and said, "Have you written down all the names in the book?"

The people recorded in the book were all the evil people he saw with his divine eyes. Their names and addresses were found out by the Imperial Observatory and registered in the book.

Some of them are painted skins, some are not, but without exception they are all people with deep sins in Yangzhou City.

Ah Li made a bitter face and said, "I'm reciting it again, I'm reciting it again. There are too many names. Brother Jiu, why do you want me to recite this?"

Zhang Jiuyang touched the jade flute in his hand, and the sound was gentle and calm.

"Tomorrow night, kill them all."

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(End of this chapter)