The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 190 Seven Stars Shine, Yama Walks at Night

Zhang Jiuyang opened his eyes, and the three flowers in his Niwan Palace swayed and shone with bright light. Not only did they become more solid, they also grew a little taller.

If it was a bud about to bloom before, it has now gradually matured, and the three colors of light on the petals have become increasingly intense, interweaving and flowing, shining brightly.

His Taoism improved a lot again, his magic power was enhanced, his aura was as lingering as a deep valley, and a faint fragrance emanated from his body.

This is a sign that the big medicine is gradually maturing.

As his cultivation improved, his blood could even be used as medicine, comparable to many precious medicinal herbs.

His Taoism level has improved, but his eyes are a little complicated.

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

He had experienced hellish torture since childhood, and deep in his heart he had a deep fear of the Painted Skin Master, and of course, hatred for him.

Later, the Painted Skin Master deliberately arranged for him to become a "survivor" of an evil rebellion, and naturally joined the Imperial Observatory.

The young boy, who suffered torture at the hands of his biological father, felt the sunshine and warmth in the Imperial Observatory.

The brothers who fought side by side, the kind and patient elders, and the people who were grateful to him after he slayed the demons.

In Zhang Jiuyang's remaining memories, he also saw a scene, which was the scene that left the deepest impression on him besides his mother.

After a great battle with demons, he leaned tiredly against the city wall, his mouth dry from the scorching sun.

A little girl came over timidly, holding a bowl of well water, and said crisply: "Big brother, please have a drink of water."

After he finished drinking the water, the little girl seemed to relax a little. She reached out and touched his hair, and asked with curiosity and admiration: "Big brother, are you the King Kong in the temple?"

Those words kept echoing in his ears.

It turns out that he doesn't have to be a monster.

Unfortunately, for the sake of his mother's safety, he could only obey the Painted Skin Master in secret. He did many bad things and always blamed himself.

Zhang Jiuyang finally understood why when Yue Ling asked him why, he did not make any excuses, but just said one sentence.

"I had no choice."

Perhaps death is a relief for him.

poor person must have something mean.

Although Zhang Jiuyang had complicated feelings, if he was given another chance, he would still choose to set up a trap to kill Shen Tu Xiong without hesitation.

He is pitiful, and so are those innocent people who died at the Yangzhou Lantern Festival.

Of course, the instigator of all this is that person...the Painted Skin Master!

"Yue Ling, leave the task of spreading the false news to me. You take Ling Tai Lang who is good at fighting with Ao Li and secretly rush to Shenju Mountain to help the Supervisor and kill the Painted Skin Master together!"

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was sonorous. This time he would concentrate all his fighting strength to kill the Painted Skin Master in one fell swoop!
With the peerless killing array, Zhuge Jianzheng, Ming Wang Yue Ling, Dragon Girl Ao Li, and the four Lingtai Langs, Zhang Jiuyang just couldn't believe that they couldn't kill the Painted Skin Master with such a tight net?

The dragon girl hesitated and said, "Zhang Jiuyang, aren't you going?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "We split into two groups. Ao Li, I haven't told you yet that there is a dragon vein in Shenju Mountain. It might be... your father's spine."

The Dragon Girl was startled when she heard the words, her delicate body trembled, and the pair of glass-colored pupils under her veil were filled with ripples.

"My...father?"

Over the years, she had also secretly inquired about what happened back then, but unfortunately she had never gained anything. Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiuyang had found out.

"Over at Shenju Mountain, I'll have to trouble you to mobilize the dragon energy and lure the Painted Skin Master over."

The dragon girl nodded, her voice firmer, and said, "I will try my best."

At this moment, her desire to go to Mt. Shenju reached its peak. If it really was her father, would he still have a trace of sanity?

Can you tell her who that mysterious man in black was?
And my mother and brother...are they still alive?

"If we find out who killed the old Dragon King, my Imperial Observatory will not let that person go."

The dragon girl was a little surprised.

"White Loach, let's put things in perspective. At least the old Dragon King deserves the respect of the Imperial Observatory and Yue Ling."

Yue Ling's voice sounded faintly. Although he did not look at the Dragon Girl, Zhang Jiuyang laughed. He did not expect that Yue Ling had such a cold-outside-but-warm-inside side.

But soon he stopped laughing.

"Violent girl, you mean well, but if you call me a white loach again, I'm going to get angry."

The Dragon Girl said very seriously.

"Oh? How do you get angry? White loach, I'd like to see it for myself."

Yue Ling smiled faintly, and even deliberately imitated the Dragon Girl's speaking habits by adding the word "呢" at the end.

When their eyes met, the invisible smell of gunpowder spread again.

Zhang Jiuyang was overwhelmed.

No, how come you guys are targeting each other again while talking?

Didn’t we say we wanted to kill the Painted Skin Master?

Please can you guys be serious!!!

His heart was like a volcano erupting, and he kept complaining, but he spoke in a gentle and soft voice, trying to give good advice.

"We are all family, don't hurt the harmony."

"Be obedient, both of you, stand apart."

"Yes, stay a little further away..."

With his earnest mediation, the two women finally decided not to fight each other, but no one looked at each other and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Zhang Jiuyang extended his hand and said with a smile: "No matter what, we are all comrades fighting side by side. Ao Li can avenge the pearl being stolen, and the Imperial Observatory can also eliminate a great evil from the world!"

“Before we take action, why not cheer each other up the way I do in my hometown?”

He was the first to extend his hand, then looked at Yue Ling and blinked.

The female general took a quick glance and couldn't help but find him making faces, which made her laugh. She then loosened her hand that was holding the hilt of the knife and placed it on Zhang Jiuyang's hand.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at Ao Li and gently tugged at her snow-white sleeves with his other hand.

Ao Li finally put his hand up and covered Yue Ling's hand.

Zhang Jiuyang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This is right.

This family will break up without me.

"Victorious!"

Zhang Jiuyang spoke first.

"eye for eye."

Yue Ling's voice was calm, yet exceptionally firm.

The dragon girl thought about it and said seriously: "It's awkward."

Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. The tense atmosphere was immediately swept away, and there was a strange harmony.

……

Half an hour later.

The Dragon Girl and Yue Ling had already left, and the four Lingtai Langs of the Imperial Observatory followed closely behind them, rushing to Shenju Mountain, 200 miles away, overnight.

This may be the largest-scale operation of the Imperial Observatory in the past decade.

Four Lingtai Langs, one Jianhou, and the Jianzheng personally commanded the peerless killing formation. Such a formation was enough to wipe out many large sects.

But now, just to kill one person. Zhang Jiuyang was also not idle. He asked the old lady to invite the most famous calligraphy master in Yangzhou to imitate Shen Tu Xiong's handwriting to write fake news, and then ordered people to put it in the bird's nest.

Waiting for good news.

By the pond, Ali was still memorizing the names of the people in the book. She had originally had no interest in memorizing, but when she heard that she had to kill all the people in the book, she suddenly became excited and studied hard all night.

The soldiers were even required to recite it in the altar.

Kill kill kill!

She wants to use her blood to establish the authority of this "Book of Life and Death"!
Anyone whose name is written on this book will not live past tomorrow night. Isn't this the legendary book of life and death that can determine a person's lifespan?

Ali thought this method was very interesting, and she decided that in the future, if she wanted to kill someone, she would write his or her name in the book first.

Then I would go find them one by one to play with them and keep them company.

"Li Shimin, male, 24 years old, lives in the third house on Guiren Street..."

"Bao Yanlong, male, 43 years old, lives in Chushui Street..."

"Wang... Brother Jiu, how do you pronounce this word?"

Zhang Jiuyang took a look and said, "This character is pronounced Yu, Wang Yu."

He tapped the little girl's head and said, "Didn't I teach you this word a few days ago? How come you forgot it again?"

Ah Li snorted and circled the name with a pen, muttering, "Since your name is hard to pronounce, I'll kill you first!"

What if I can’t pronounce this name?
It’s very simple. Just kill this person and you won’t have to bear the consequences.

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

It was late at night, but he couldn't fall asleep.

Listening to Ah Li's clear childish voice, Zhang Jiuyang stood by the Shen family's gold-touching pool, sprinkling bait and looking at the goldfish swimming around.

The night wind suddenly blew the snow-white tassels of the jade flute at his waist.

"got windy."

He stretched out his hand, feeling the cool night breeze passing through his fingers, his black hair fluttering and his eyes deep.

The wind starts from the tip of the green duckweed.

It’s time for this strong wind to blow across the entire Yangzhou city.

……

At dawn, a crow flew back to its nest. It looked like any other crow, but when it saw the piece of paper in the nest, a gleam of humanity flashed in its eyes.

It looked around and found a lot of fallen leaves on the ground. Considering the strong wind last night, this was not surprising.

Fortunately, the paper ball was not blown away.

It opened its mouth and caught the ball of paper, then spread its wings and flew into the air.

……

Somewhere in a dark underground lair.

The embroiderer entered the stone chamber where the Painted Skin Master was in seclusion, and saw shadows of painted skins flying around the Master. Each painted skin represented a kind of magical power, a way between heaven and earth.

To integrate all methods into one and create the most powerful magical power that is invincible in the world, this is the pursuit of the Painted Skin Master.

He had been walking on this road for a long time, and seemed to have made some improvement during this period. His aura was as deep as the sea, vast and mysterious, causing the embroiderer's legs to tremble and her face to blush.

My Lord, you are becoming more and more powerful!
"What's the matter?"

The Painted Skin Master's voice rang out, still hoarse and gloomy, but compared to the past, it seemed to have an indescribable majesty, high above everyone else, making people tremble with fear.

"Congratulations, my lord, your cultivation has improved once again!"

The embroiderer knelt devoutly on the ground with her forehead touching the ground. The translucent red skirt fit tightly on her graceful body, outlining a stunning curve.

Like a fawning puppy.

The Painted Skin Master didn't even lift his eyelids.

"If you disturb my meditation without any important business, you know what will happen to you."

The embroiderer's body trembled slightly, and she said, "My Lord, the freak has sent a message saying that Yue Ling from the Imperial Observatory has decided to temporarily stop the exploration of Shenju Mountain."

The Painted Skin Master smiled faintly and said, "This is good news. Once the dragon energy dissipates, I will get that thing. Not only will my cultivation level be greatly improved, but I will also be able to truly create that great magical power that integrates all methods into one."

"When the time comes, I'll go settle accounts with the Imperial Observatory."

"Of course, there is that person..."

Thinking of the terrifying man with terrible hostility, wrapped in flames, and who almost crushed him to death with the power of his golden body, the Painted Skin Master's lost left eye began to ache slightly.

There was hatred in his only remaining right eye.

"Yangzhou Lantern Festival, you have arranged it very well."

Hearing the praise from the Painted Skin Master, the embroiderer's body was trembling. She knelt forward, stretched out her delicate head, and humbly kissed the Painted Skin Master's shoe surface, as if it was a great gift.

"But you haven't got that tiger skin back yet."

The embroiderer was startled and said quickly, "Master, calm down. I have found the tiger skin. However, after the last incident, the Shen Mansion has been on high alert. There are people from the Imperial Observatory secretly guarding it. I haven't found the opportunity yet."

"You idiot, who took the tiger skin?"

"It is now in the possession of a man named Zhang Jiuyang. I heard that he is Yue Ling's peripheral and has some qualifications, but is only at the third level now."

After hearing about the third realm, the Painted Skin Master lost interest and said, "What a loser! He can't even deal with such a small fry?"

"Find a way to get it back within three days."

"Since you have delayed my practice, I don't mind peeling off your skin to serve as your substitute."

……

"Brother Jiu, what a strong wind!"

Day 9, night.

Zhang Jiuyang was wearing a black robe and looking at the thick dark clouds in the sky. Not to mention the Big Dipper, even the bright moon was only vaguely visible.

The strong wind yesterday has continued until today. The sky and earth are howling with strong winds and dark clouds, and it seems that heavy rain is about to fall.

Time passed by little by little, which made Zhang Jiuyang begin to frown.

Senior Zhuge said to use the Seven Stars as a signal. Could something have gone wrong?
He calculated carefully but did not find any flaws.

The hour of Hai has passed, but the sky is still cloudy.

The time came to midnight.

Zhang Jiuyang stood still, his brows furrowed. Was this long-planned decisive battle going to be shelved?

"Brother Jiu, are you still going to kill?"

"I've memorized it all!"

Ali held two swords in her hands, eager to try.

Zhang Jiuyang remained silent. Just when he was about to cancel the operation, the wind between heaven and earth suddenly stopped, and then the clouds parted and the moon appeared, with seven stars shining brightly above his head.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, slowly put on the black iron ghost mask, took out his hairpin, and let his black hair flow freely.

A deep, thunderous ventriloquy sounded.

"Let's do it."

"Leave no one behind."

(End of this chapter)