The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 191 Bloodbath of Painted Skin, Night Massacre in Yangzhou
The night is dark and windy.

A scholar walked out of the residence of the great scholar Fu Yujin. He seemed to be drunk, but when he walked to a deserted place, the drunkenness in his eyes disappeared instantly and a gleam of brilliance flashed in them.

He has successfully become a disciple of a great Confucian scholar, and with the help of Fu Yujin's relationship, he has gotten to know many celebrities in Yangzhou. Once he passes the imperial examination, he will surely rise to a high position.

"Wang...Yu?"

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded, calling his name.

It turned out to be a pretty little girl wearing a white dress with floral patterns and lively eyes. Anyone who saw her would be moved to love her.

Wang Yu asked in confusion: "Little girl, do you know me?"

The little girl nodded and said, "Are you Wang Yu?"

She tilted her head, looking very naive.

Wang Yu smiled and said, "I am Wang Yu, little girl, you..."

His voice suddenly paused, because he saw the little girl in front of him excitedly took out two pink kitchen knives from her mouth after hearing it.

"Hehehe, I found you!"

Wang Yu broke out in a cold sweat on his back and turned around to escape, but he suddenly felt weak, as if he had contracted some serious illness, and fell to the ground with a thud.

A hand grabbed his leg and something seemed to be climbing up.

It's evil!
Wang Yu had another identity after all. His mind raced as he said, "Don't kill me. My master is——"

puff!
A knife pierced his kidney.

He wanted to scream, but another knife flashed and cut his vocal cords.

Then, the cute little girl, with an innocent smile on her face, slashed at him again and again.

Blood flows.

"Why... why?"

He tried his best but could only utter this sentence hoarsely. When he was dying, he just wanted to understand why he died.

"Because your name is too hard to remember."

Ah Li chopped you off twenty times in a row, saying, "I'll chop you off as many times as there are strokes in the word 'Yu'!"

Wang Yu's mouth trembled slightly, and he died with his eyes open.

Until his death, he never told the other party that the character "Yu" only has thirteen strokes...

Wang Yu became a corpse. Ali cut his face and saw another unfamiliar face underneath.

She sat on Wang Yu's body, her white dress stained with blood, but she didn't care. Instead, she carefully took out a list from her arms and pointed to the next name with her bloody little finger.

"Time is tight tonight and the task is heavy, so we have to hurry up."

……

That night, the quiet city of Yangzhou was surging with undercurrents.

All the Five Demons' soldiers were dispatched, each of them was a ghost-level evil spirit, and the three generals were even approaching the threshold of the fierce level. Hundreds of fierce ghosts were roaming in Yangzhou city at night.

It's like some evil soldiers passing through.

However, unlike the last bloodbath in Qingzhou, this time Zhang Jiuyang ordered them to try not to make too much noise and to resort to assassination.

After all, Yangzhou is much more prosperous than Qingzhou. Perhaps there are some great masters living in seclusion here, so it is not advisable to create unnecessary trouble.

Moreover, this time he was trying to eliminate the Painted Skins. If the noise was too loud, some of them might flee.

In the dark night, groups of rampant soldiers split up, transformed into man-eating ferocious ghosts and soul-snatching ghost soldiers, and quietly sneaked into every household.

Or they would drag him under the bed and kill him when he was asleep, or they would kill him in his dream, or they would kill him when he was going to the toilet at night...

The rampant soldiers used their magical powers, and lives were lost quietly.

In the city of Yangzhou, which is as dark as ink, it seems that blood plum blossoms are in full bloom.

Zhang Jiuyang was wearing a black robe, a ghost mask on his head, and his long hair was loose, gently fluttering in the night wind. Behind him, hundreds of ghosts were roaming at night, constantly pouring into thousands of homes, taking away lives.

There was clearly no blood on the road beneath his feet, but it had a strong, pungent smell of blood.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure suddenly rushed out of the mansion, stepping on the black wind, holding a magic flag in his hand, with a scorching gaze and a powerful aura.

"Who is this monster, how dare you——"

His voice stopped abruptly, and under the moonlight, he saw countless fierce and evil ghosts following a man, each of them was no less evil than the one he had just fought.

Especially the man wearing a ghost mask and a black robe, who could make so many powerful ghosts obey his orders, and his aura was as deep as the abyss, and it was impossible to tell whether he was real or fake. Escape!
He wanted to escape without any hesitation.

However, a sigh sounded in my ears.

"late."

The next moment, he saw an eye, an eye formed by blazing flames, as majestic and unfathomable as a god, and upright, as if judging his sins in this life.

"Robbery, murder, adultery..."

In a trance, he seemed to have come to the underworld, the eighteen levels of hell, and heard the judgment of ghosts and gods.

Then, he began to feel his body extremely hot, black smoke came out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and flames rose up, burning his flesh.

No matter how he mobilized his magic power, it was of no avail.

In a few breaths, he was engulfed in the sea of ​​fire, constantly emitting heart-wrenching screams, his body curled up and burned into charcoal.

Sin is like the fire of karma.

In reality, Zhang Jiuyang slowly closed his third eye.

Not far away, the monk who tried to escape had fallen to the ground. His body was clearly not on fire, but he had fallen to the ground, curled up, with his skin covered in horrific burns.

The Lingguan Heavenly Eye Technique can make a person fall into the illusion of a sea of ​​fire. If the power of the soul is not strong enough, it is very likely that the illusion will not be broken, just like the cultivator in front of him.

Zhang Jiuyang stepped over his body without even looking down.

But after walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, slowly turned around and looked in a certain direction.

In the corner, a little boy was trembling with tears in his eyes. He covered his mouth with his hands to prevent himself from making any sound.

Daddy is dead!

His father, who taught him how to practice and was invincible in his eyes, died so miserably in front of that terrifying evil spirit...

He was afraid of death, but he was more afraid that after he died, no one would be able to avenge his father.

However, although he tried hard to hold back his grief, a voice still rang in his ears.

"Want to take revenge?"

He was extremely frightened and when he looked up, he saw the terrifying devil-like figure standing in front of him, looking down at him.

Those red eyes seemed to hide an endless hostility, which made him tremble and despair.

It's over, it's been discovered...

But the horrible evil spirit did not kill him. Instead, it reached out and touched his head.

"You have a good physique and have also started practicing Qi."

"Practice well. I hope that one day you will be stronger than your useless father, so that I won't..."

“It’s not enough fun.”

The little boy's eyes turned red instantly. Anger made him shake off the man's hand and he even wanted to bite him. However, when he was looked at by those red eyes, he trembled all over and could not move.

"Remember, my name is Yan Luo."

"If you want revenge, then practice hard."

Zhang Jiuyang turned around, no longer paying attention to the little boy, and led the group of ghosts slowly away.

Since he has seen that hatred is inevitable, he might as well use this as an incentive to practice hard and kill more evil spirits in the future.

Zhang Jiuyang had already prepared himself mentally for this when he set out on the road to the underworld.

In the future, perhaps many people will have a blood feud with Yama, and hate him as well as everyone in his family, and thus embark on the path of fighting against evil spirits.

Those who wanted to kill him will become heroes in the sun, protecting more people and killing more evil spirits.

That's enough.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said that he would not become a Buddha until hell is empty.

He had a different opinion.

Now that hell is empty, won't all the devils come to the world?
All these evil spirits hiding in the human world will go to hell!
For this, even if I have to bear some blood debt and infamy, what does it matter?

Besides, if you want to seek revenge on Yan Luo, what does it have to do with me, Zhang Jiuyang?

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(End of this chapter)