The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 189: Violent Girl, White Loach

Moonlit night, Shen Mansion.

Zhang Jiuyang rubbed his temples. He had used his Heavenly Eye excessively today. Not only had he consumed a lot of his magic power, but he also felt mentally exhausted.

But he was still thinking about tomorrow.

Everything is going smoothly at Shenju Mountain. The killing array will be completely set up by midnight tomorrow and a cemetery will be selected for the Painted Skin Master.

Then there must not be any mistakes on his side.

Suddenly, his hand that was rubbing his temple paused slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

Yue Ling pushed the door open and walked in, holding a blood-stained demon-subduing pestle in his hand. The Buddhist scriptures on it were dim and covered with dense knife marks.

Plop!
A corpse fell from the sky and hit the ground in a bloody mess. The burly body was charred, the armor was shattered, and the deformed hand under the armpit was exposed.

It was none other than the former Supervisor of the Imperial Observatory, the Mad Lion Shentu Xiong.

But now this high and mighty fifth-level monk has become a complete corpse, the fatal injury being a heavy blow to the head.

The wound didn't look like a knife wound, but rather like it was smashed by a demon-subduing pestle.

A figure floated down, her snow-white clothes were like lotus, her long hair was like ink, and she wore a bamboo hat. Her stunning appearance was hidden by the hanging white veil, but her aloof and cold temperament was more eye-catching than her appearance.

It's like a fairy descending to the mortal world.

It was the Dragon Girl who was practicing under the water of Xijiang River. She came here after hearing the sound of the flute, fulfilling her promise made in the past.

After not seeing her for half a month, her cultivation seemed to have become even more profound. Her every move was as graceful as that of a fairy, and her exposed skin was glowing with a faint fairy light, as bright as the moon, and ethereal and otherworldly.

"Zhang Jiuyang, he's dead."

The Dragon Girl's voice was still as ethereal as before, like the last voice of Bai Xue, but with a hint of guilt.

It was as if he was saying, it wasn't that I was cruel, but that he was too weak to take a beating, so you can't blame me.

"If your lightning strike hadn't injured his heart meridian, there might be a chance of catching him alive."

Yue Ling's voice rang out.

The dragon girl said calmly: "You stabbed his heart and lungs with that knife."

"You also broke his left arm."

"You also cut off his Dantian..."

Although the two women's voices were not loud, they were equally loud and vaguely opposed.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at Shen Tu Xiong's bloody body with pity and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It doesn’t matter who you mess with, but don’t mess with these two women.

However, he had no intention of capturing him alive. Shen Tu Xiong certainly had many secrets, but as a great cultivator of the fifth realm, who was also good at fighting and had a strong and domineering style, it would be no problem for him to commit suicide even if he was defeated.

As for the ability to eat ghosts, Zhang Jiuyang was not so arrogant as to think that he could devour a fifth-level cultivator.

that's the truth.

"Shen Tu Xiong was seriously injured and felt that there was no hope of breaking out, so he decisively smashed his head with the demon-subduing pestle and burned his soul with a forbidden technique. He was very determined."

When Yue Ling said this, his heroic eyes drooped slightly, and a hint of sadness flashed across them.

Although she hated traitor Shen Tu Xiong very much, he was her comrade-in-arms for many years and a senior she respected, so her feelings were somewhat complicated.

“Who says there’s no gain?”

The dragon girl's voice sounded, and then she opened her lips slightly and spat out a crystal clear dragon ball, with a wisp of residual soul lingering around it.

"The tiger demon can summon ghosts, and our dragon clan's inner elixir can also capture souls, but it is not often used. He committed suicide too quickly, and I only had time to capture this remnant soul, which should contain his most important memories."

"Unfortunately, I can't read it."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes suddenly lit up. If it was just a remnant soul, he could try using his ghost-eating ability.

Maybe it can even improve your cultivation.

"You do have some skills."

Even someone as proud as Yue Ling had to admit that the Dragon Girl helped a lot this time.

But when she saw Zhang Jiuyang naturally reached out and grabbed the dragon ball, and the Dragon Girl did not show any surprise or displeasure, her heart could not help but stagnate.

She looked at the two of them deeply.

A solver should know people and observe things, and be able to detect subtle details and omissions. Through some small details, she could feel that the relationship between Zhang Jiuyang and Longnv was definitely unusual!
Dragon Balls are the essence of a true dragon's life-long skills. They are more important than its reverse scales and are never shown to others easily, let alone handed over to others.

Although Zhang Jiuyang once risked his life to save the Dragon Girl, but he gave her a flute and a dragon ball. Something was wrong, very wrong...

"Zhang Jiuyang, take a look at this."

She stood between the two of them calmly, took out a ball of paper from her waist, and said, "This is the note that Shen Tuxiong hid in the bird's nest. It should be a message to the owner of Painted Skin."

Zhang Jiuyang opened the note and found a sentence written on it.

"Ten days later, Zhuge will arrive and attack Shenju Mountain."

He smiled slightly and said, "Our plan has finally paid off. Yue Ling, find someone who knows calligraphy and imitate Shen Tu Xiong's handwriting. Let's send a message to the Painted Skin Master."

"Write what?"

"Just write that the Imperial Astronomical Observatory has temporarily given up attacking Shenju Mountain."

Too much talk will lead to mistakes, so when it comes to imitating handwriting to convey a message, the fewer words the better, and try not to include personal information such as titles, and only say the key information.

"By the way, your fight with Shen Tu Xiong will inevitably leave traces of fighting in that place, remember to find someone to repair it."

Yue Ling nodded and said, "Don't worry, I have a Lingtailang under my command who is good at earth and wood magic. He can restore the place to its original state tonight."

Zhang Jiuyang breathed a sigh of relief.

The war is approaching, and the more unprepared the other side is, the greater their chances of winning.

The reason why he set up this trap was to make Shentu Xiong feel that he had passed the test, and then release the news that the supervisor would arrive in ten days to attack Shenju Mountain, so that the other party would not suspect that this was false news they deliberately released.

After all, Yue Ling had used this method last time and successfully dug out a Lingtai Lang under Shentu Xiong.

Zhang Jiuyang naturally had to take an extra layer of insurance to dispel his suspicion first. The only thing he didn't expect was that Shen Tuxiong didn't drink the glass of wine, but chose to cut his face to prove that he was not a spy.

Although there were some twists and turns in the process, the final direction did not change.

In addition, for someone like Shentu Xiong who holds a high position and has made countless contributions, it is not easy to convict him unless he is caught on the spot. After all, not everyone has the ability to see through others' eyes.

"Violent girl, why don't you leave?"

The dragon girl looked at Yue Ling and asked in surprise: "Didn't Zhang Jiuyang ask you to do something?"

Obviously, she had something to say to Zhang Jiuyang alone.

Violent woman?
Yue Ling sneered and said calmly: "Bai Niu Qiu, didn't he tell you that the process of devouring the residual soul is dangerous and I need to be on the side to protect you?"

White loach?
The dragon girl turned and looked at her, her eyes beneath the veil were bright and clear, like a pool of autumn water.

Yue Ling was not to be outdone, her heroic eyes were like a sword drawn from its sheath, she looked heroic and aggressive.

The two women looked at each other, and the invisible smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Zhang Jiuyang was overwhelmed. Why did these two people start quarreling after just a few words?

Are their horoscopes in conflict?
"Okay, okay, stop arguing."

Zhang Jiuyang could only step in to mediate. Both sides of the palm are flesh and blood, so he would not take sides.

"All of you stay and help me protect the law!"

Only children make choices, adults naturally want both!
Then he sucked the dragon ball, activated his ghost-eating ability, and swallowed the residual soul lingering on it into his stomach.

The ghost-eating ability was the first innate ability he obtained in this world. It was extremely precious, but after reaching the third level, Zhang Jiuyang used it less frequently.

Because the ghosts were at too low a level, they were no longer of much benefit to him now, so it would be better to let Alila be the soldier.

Ghosts of too high a level can easily affect his state of mind, and are more dangerous and difficult to find.

So in most cases, he regarded it as a soul-searching technique.

Of course, now Shentu Xiong's remaining soul is undoubtedly a delicacy. The remaining soul of a great monk in the fifth realm is definitely comparable to a panacea.

In an instant, a thunderous sound rang out in his abdomen, as if it had become Laojun Furnace, digesting and decomposing the power of the residual soul, transforming it into wisps of pure magic power.

Zhang Jiuyang once again felt the long-lost sense of shock when he devoured Yunniang. He found that he still underestimated the fifth realm.

It is just a remnant soul, but its spirit is stronger than countless evil spirits.

Fortunately, Zhang Jiuyang had mastered the Lingguan Heavenly Eye Technique, and his sea of ​​consciousness was protected by heavenly fire, so he remained unmoved despite the attacks of the opponent's soul.

He began to examine Shentu Xiong's memories. Since he was just a remnant soul, he didn't have many memories, and they were all intermittent.

He first saw a picture, which was the clearest and most profound one among them.

In a dark, cold and damp house, the young Shentu Xiong curled up in his mother's arms like a young animal.

She was a gentle and bright woman, who patted his back gently and hummed a ballad. Although her eyes were complicated, they did not show any disgust, but instead concealed a hint of pity.

In this underground lair, everyone despised Shen Tu Xiong and treated him like a monster.

Just because he was covered with thick hair like an ape, and had a deformed hand under his armpit, people said that it was his brother who died in his body.

Only his mother would hold him tenderly.

After an unknown amount of time, the locked iron door was suddenly opened and a figure walked in.

The woman's body trembled unconsciously, and Shen Tu Xiong was also very scared, but he still bravely protected his mother, baring his teeth and roaring at the man like a wild beast.

When Zhang Jiuyang saw who was coming, he couldn't help but be shocked.

He was wearing a black robe and had a stern face, a gloomy temperament, and two pairs of sinister eyes that looked like an owl in the dark night, with an eerie bloody color.

Painted Skin Master!
What shocked him even more was what the Painted Skin Master said.

"Come, come to Daddy."

Shen Tu Xiong is actually the son of Painted Skin Master!

The young Shentu Xiong was very repulsive to the Master of Painted Skin and still showed a ferocious look.

The Painted Skin Master said in a hoarse voice, smiled grimly, and said, "You need to be punished again."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand, caught him in mid-air, then grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted him up high.

Shen Tu Xiong struggled desperately. The Painted Skin Master sneered and then grabbed his son's hair.

"I just pulled it out last time, how come it's growing so fast?"

"Why did I give birth to a freak like you?"

After saying that, he pulled hard, and with screams, handfuls of bloody hair fell off.

Shen Tuxiong's small body soon became bald, and his deformed hand drooped and dangled, which was very conspicuous.

After pulling out the hair, the Painted Skin Master extended his bloody palm towards the strange hand.

There was fear in Shentu Xiong's eyes.

The woman in the corner wanted to step forward and beg for mercy, but when the Painted Skin Master glanced at her, she trembled all over and could not move. She could only hide in the corner and shiver.

A heart-wrenching scream was heard and blood splattered.

The Painted Skin Master threw the deformed severed hand casually, then wiped the blood off his hand and hugged the unconscious little Shen Tu, with a gloomy smile that revealed a hint of morbid pleasure.

"This is much more comfortable. Now you are not a freak, but... my son."

He held the blood-covered little Shen Tu in his arms like a loving father, and sighed softly as if he was thinking of something.

"Unfortunately, your weird hands are just like hair. They will grow back soon."

"But it doesn't matter, Daddy will help you clean it out again."

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(End of this chapter)