The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 211: The Family is Blessed, the Disciple Robs the Tomb

Zhuge Yunhu left. Looking at his figure riding on the cloud, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were a little complicated.

This conversation before parting made him smell something unusual.

What kind of speculation could make the Chief of the Imperial Observatory so uneasy? What secrets are hidden in the Heavenly Master?
The Sixth Realm...

Zhuge Yunhu said that he would tell him only after he reached the sixth level of cultivation, which showed that he was intentionally protecting him, indicating that the secret was too shocking.

Zhang Jiuyang couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it.

Things will work out when the time comes. Now he still needs to arrange the assessment of the tenth heavenly stem first.

"Ali, take good care of Xiaoya. I'm going to be away for a few days."

Upon hearing this, A-li quickly said, "Brother Jiu, why don't you take me with you? A-li can help you kill people!"

She raised her pink double swords, looking somewhat anxious.

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "Don't worry. This time we are just going out to gather information, not to fight with anyone. It would be inconvenient if there are too many people."

"Besides, I'll be out for a few days and will be back soon."

Zhang Jiuyang touched her head and said with a smile: "The Yellow Springs Banquet is coming soon. Once the whale oil arrives, the red spider lilies you picked will be of great use. You stay here and take care of the flowers."

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help swallowing her saliva when she thought of the deliciousness of agarwood.

"Don't worry, Brother Jiu, the flowers are here!"

She patted her chest and promised.

Zhang Jiuyang nodded, then pinched the mysterious seal with his hands and silently chanted the spell. His body became lighter and lighter. The next moment, he turned into a soft white cloud and quickly floated into the air.

Ali was very envious and secretly vowed that one day she would ride a dragon!

"Fourth sister, stop eating and come practice flying!"

Ao Ya blinked and looked at her innocently, not understanding what she meant.

A moment later, Ah Li brought her to the top of the tallest building in the Shen family and said to Ao Ya, "Fourth sister, I believe you can do it!"

Ao Ya stuck his head out to look down, then quickly retracted it. As a dragon, he was actually a little afraid of heights.

But the next moment, Ali hugged her and jumped down.

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The birds flew high and the lonely cloud went alone.

On a moonlit night, a white cloud floats leisurely, moving randomly in all directions. It seems to have no direction, but in fact it is moving towards a certain direction with the help of wind and clouds.

The speed doesn't seem fast, but it's already a thousand miles a day.

This feeling is very wonderful, just like what Zhuge Yunhu said, the Thirteen Forms of Escape is not only a technique of escape, but also a kind of practice.

Only by deeply understanding the charm and essence of the things you change can you continue to improve in this way.

It is particularly interesting to see the world from the perspective of a cloud.

Zhang Jiuyang silently observed the area below. The tall buildings of the past were now as short as thumbs. Only the mountains and rivers were still majestic, but much shorter than usual.

This was because he had just mastered the art of cloud escape, and his flying height and speed were limited. Otherwise, when he was above the sky and looking down at the mountains and rivers on earth, even the most majestic mountains would be nothing more than a low mound.

While comprehending the changes in the clouds, he quickly headed towards Biming Mountain.

About half an hour later, a pure white cloud appeared on the Biming Mountain, floating slightly in the night sky, but it never left the range of the Biming Mountain.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the Biming Mountain, which was very quiet in the night, and his heart moved.

Finally we arrived, Wanfu Tower is hidden in the mountain.

It is indeed a place of great natural beauty, with abundant spiritual veins, excellent feng shui, and extraordinary weather. Ordinary people who live in the mountains for a long time, even if they cannot become enlightened, can at least calm their minds and maintain good health.

The two words "Biming" come from a beautiful legend.

According to legend, Biming Mountain was once extremely barren, with monsters and beasts rampant and frequent flash floods, making the people living nearby miserable. Later, the founder of Wanfu Tower traveled here and decided to establish his own sect here.

Others advised him to choose another precious place, but he resolutely refused and said that the purpose of founding the sect was to eliminate disasters for the people. Wanfu Tower is not a building of jewels and precious stones, but a building that brings happiness to the people.

Wanfu means ten thousand blessings.

Later, he planted phoenix trees and set up a magic circle, which actually attracted a phoenix. The phoenix cried nine times, and the mountains and rivers all turned green, so the mountain was renamed Biming.

Zhang Jiuyang has no idea whether the legend is true or not, but after seeing it today, Biming Mountain is indeed quite spiritual, and is one of the best in the whole Yangzhou.

Zhang Jiuyang saw the Wanfu Tower, which was built on the top of a mountain. It was shrouded in clouds and mist, and had an air of fairyland. There were pavilions and towers lined up one after another, and rockery and flowing water were a dazzling sight.

Even the plaque at the door was covered with a layer of gold foil.

Magnificent and noble.

Zhang Jiuyang sneered in his heart, it seems that Wanfu Tower has made a lot of money over the years.

Yue Ling once said that Wanfu Tower began to frequently enter the world in recent years, paving the way with various elixirs and talismans, and opening up channels for many powerful people in the dynasty. Its wealth is so great that in all of Yangzhou, only the Shen family can surpass it.

He descended from the cloud and looked carefully.

The Wanfu Tower was not dark in the night, but was brightly lit. There were disciples on duty, most of whom were ordinary disciples, not even cultivators, but with some internal skills.

Disciples who can cultivate magical powers are all inner disciples and have a high status.

Zhang Jiuyang chose a secluded and deserted place and landed quietly, then opened his heavenly eyes and looked at the Wanfu Building.

Soon he saw traces of a formation somewhere in the east.

Zhang Jiuyang was not surprised. A large sect like this would have places in the front for pilgrims to worship, and naturally there would also be important areas of the sect that were strictly prohibited for outsiders to set foot in.

These places often have array formations set up, and even if ordinary people accidentally step in, they will be trapped in the array like a ghost wall and unable to enter. However, Zhang Jiuyang was calm and composed, and headed east.

After confirming that there were no cultivators outside, with his current level of cultivation, those ordinary disciples would not be able to detect him at all. Even if Zhang Jiuyang walked past them, they would only think that it was a gust of wind passing by.

If he encountered a palace wall blocking the way, he would just burrow through it, and soon he would reach the place covered by the formation.

Breaking in by force would certainly alarm the cultivators inside. Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly. He first changed into the attire of the Painted Skin Master, then stepped out and stepped onto the Xun position.

He seemed to know how to break the formation. He stepped on the formation and quickly passed through it and entered the inner courtyard of Wanfu Tower.

The Painted Skin Master has spies planted all over Jiuzhou, so naturally he would not let go of Wan Fu Lou, his neighbor who is rooted in Yangzhou.

The Painted Skin hidden in the Wanfu Tower had already offered a method to break the formation.

Entering the inner courtyard, his eyes lit up.

He saw that the feng shui pattern of the surroundings suddenly changed, and the atmosphere was more luxurious than the outer courtyard. He was in a trance and thought he had come to the imperial palace.

Glazed tiles, gold-thread bricks, and white jade pillars.

It feels like the owner of Wanfu Tower wanted to turn this place into a fairyland, but unfortunately it has too much noble air and not enough pure air, and ultimately lacks some fairy spirit.

Zhang Jiuyang opened his third eye again and looked around the inner courtyard.

The next moment, his eyes focused and he saw black air coming out of many houses, and he also felt karmic fluctuations in some places.

In such a large inner courtyard, there are only a few 'clean' rooms?

This shows that the disciples living there had done many evil things.

What has Wan Fu Lou been doing all these years?
He thought of Taoist Master Jingxing. Taoist Master had reached the third level of cultivation and was loyal to the sect. Normally, it should not be difficult for him to enter the inner courtyard.

But in fact, Taoist Master Jingxing traveled all his life and was unable to return to the sect until his death.

After a moment, he moved underground, looking much more cautious.

Although he has mastered the Thirteen Forms of Escape, there are many masters in the Wanfu Tower, and the Tianlu Taoist Sun Tianchi is a world-famous cultivator, so he must be extremely careful.

Soon, he came to a place surrounded by tombs and many sycamore trees.

The cemetery of Wanfu Building.

Those buried here are the predecessors who have made contributions to Wanfu Tower. Taoist Master Jingxing's obsession before his death was to be buried here.

Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly and took out a small jar from his arms, which contained the ashes of Taoist Master Jingxing.

After killing Sun Mingyu, he picked up the urn that he had thrown in the corner.

"Master Jingxing, this is all I can do for you."

"I hope you won't be disappointed."

He buried the urn under a paulownia tree, sighed softly, and plucked a few wild flowers and placed them on top as a sacrifice.

A promise worth a thousand dollars.

He would try his best to fulfill what he promised. This time when he came to Wanfu Tower, in addition to gathering information, he also wanted to bury the ashes of Taoist Master Jingxing.

After bowing, he turned and was about to leave.

But at this moment, Zhang Jiuyang's ears moved and he heard footsteps coming from a distance.

There were three people, their footsteps were very light, and they all had some cultivation.

His eyes moved, and he used the earth escape technique to hide underground, while silently paying attention to the movements above.

After a while, three figures sneaked into the cemetery. Judging from their clothes, they should be disciples of Wanfu Tower, but they were holding shovels, axes and other objects in their hands.

"Master Su, I'm sorry, we were also forced to do this. If you know about this, please don't come looking for us..."

The three men first found a grave, kowtowed to it, and then rolled up their sleeves and began to dig the grave.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned.

Are the disciples of Wanfu Tower digging up the graves of their senior masters?
We are all practitioners, aren’t you afraid of retribution?
Seeing that they looked panic-stricken, and seemed to be very guilty and scared, they must have been forced. Then who was forcing them?

After a while, they dug out a coffin and pried off the nails with a shovel, revealing a skeleton wearing a rotten Taoist robe.

In the skeleton's hand is also holding a golden sword made of Five Emperors' coins. This was his favorite magic weapon during his lifetime and was buried with him after his death.

Zhang Jiuyang originally thought that they were going to steal treasures, but strangely, the three did not take the golden sword first. Instead, they chopped off the skull's head with an axe and dug out its brow bone with a knife.

They carefully put away the brow bone, then took out the golden sword, with a hint of greed in their eyes.

"Xiao Nian, Dayu, this sword belongs to me first, and the magic weapon in the next coffin will belong to you."

Then they did the same thing and dug two more graves before stopping. After burying the bodies, they left in a hurry.

A cold light flashed in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes.

Something is wrong. The magical powers of these three people are not very strong, and the noise they made when digging the grave was quite loud. Is there no one watching over them?

And judging from the expressions of the three of them, they were just uneasy about digging the graves, but they were not afraid of being discovered by anyone.

His movements were very skillful, and it seemed that this was not the first time he had done this.

Thinking of the file that Zhuge Yunhu had shown him not long ago, Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved and he followed silently.

His intuition told him that this night visit to Wanfu Tower seemed to reveal some extraordinary secret.

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(End of this chapter)