The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 262: Taoist Flute Player, Evil-Slaying Sword Master

"It is said that the Evil-Slaying Sword was refined in the furnace for 49 days. As soon as it came out, a white rainbow pierced the sun, and the people of the city saw it with their own eyes!"

"It happened so fast that countless arrogant and self-confident independent cultivators rushed to snatch it, including the famous Kunlun independent cultivator and the heir of the Sword Pavilion..."

In a tavern, the storyteller was telling the story of the handsome son-in-law of the Shen family in an eloquent and moving voice.

There was an endless stream of people listening to the book, and when they heard that even the legendary sword master had been defeated, they were amazed.

"He defeated Kunlun with his sword, and the sound of the flute made all the heroes surrender. He killed so many cultivators in Yangzhou overnight that no one dared to spy on the Shen family. It can be said that he became famous at a young age and shocked the world!"

"Later, Taoist Zhang lived in seclusion in the Lingguan Temple on Ganquan Mountain. However, he did not just practice asceticism, but also had the heart to save the world and conquer demons. If anyone's home was provoked by unclean things, they only needed to go to the Lingguan Temple to worship, and Taoist Zhang would help them!"

"For us poor people, he doesn't charge a penny. He is truly a man of virtue!"

The storyteller gave a thumbs up, his eyes full of admiration.

The guests in the audience expressed their gratitude one after another. Some of them had received help from Taoist Zhang and couldn't help but respond with a toast.

"My father passed away some time ago, and we were all taken to the funeral. But when the coffin passed Ganquan Mountain, it suddenly fell to the ground, and it happened several times in a row. So I went to the Lingguan Temple to pay my respects, and I happened to meet Taoist Zhang. Guess what happened..."

"Master Zhang is truly a god. He saw at a glance that my father was haunted by something dirty when he visited the grave. He gave me a talisman and pasted it inside the coffin. That night, I heard lightning and thunder. The next day, my father came back to life, and there was a burnt dead fox in the coffin!"

"And me, my wife had a difficult delivery and the fetus was in an abnormal position. The doctor said there was no hope. I went to the Lingguan Temple to ask for a bowl of talisman water. Now not only is my wife safe and sound, she also gave birth to a big fat boy!"

Everyone was talking at once, and they all praised Taoist Master Zhang from the Lingguan Temple.

Many people also made an appointment to go to the Lingguan Temple to worship again, hoping they would have the chance to meet Taoist Master Zhang.

One of the men, who had a gloomy face and dark circles under his eyes, seemed touched after hearing this. There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, as if he was afraid of something, but after a brief struggle, he still chose to go to Ganquan Mountain.

It was noon, the yang energy was at its strongest, and the sky was clear, but he was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, sneezing from time to time, and seemed to be very cold.

"By the way, if you see Taoist Zhang, remember not to call him the Taoist who plays the flute. The Taoist doesn't seem to like this nickname."

The storyteller hurriedly reminded.

……

Ganquan Mountain, Lingguan Temple.

"Old Demon Zhang, you are being too overbearing!"

"This man killed my three sons and two daughters. Why can't I seek revenge on him? I want to kill him and make him never stand up again!"

A horrifying scene was taking place in the room.

I saw a man tied to a chair, making sharp and shrill sounds from his mouth, which did not sound like a human voice at all, and his expression was extremely crazy.

Click!

This man seemed to have great strength. He even shattered the chair and fell to the ground, struggling continuously.

But the more he struggled, the tighter the pale golden rope became, and it even seemed to have life and was constantly shrinking, like a python strangling its prey.

However, the man was not willing to be outdone. He roared and was surrounded by black air.

The candlelight all around flickered, and the windows kept shaking, as if there was an evil wind blowing continuously.

The temple keeper felt uneasy as he felt the powerful evil spirit, but when he saw the man in white sitting casually on the ground and telling fortunes with coins, his fear disappeared instantly.

"Zhang Lao Mo, even if you drive me away, I will come back. You can protect him for a while, but can you protect him forever?"

"Hahahaha, I have been practicing in the mountains for ninety-three years and will soon attain enlightenment. What can you do to me?"

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang finally stopped practicing the Liu Yao Gua technique and put away the coins.

"I finally understand."

"This man is a fruit farmer who has five acres of peach trees. His family relies on the peach trees for their livelihood. As a result, your monkeys and descendants came to steal peaches and died in the trap he set. Is this right or wrong?"

Zhang Jiuyang stood up, his eyes were calm, but the scar between his eyebrows seemed to be flowing slightly like a flame, giving people a strange feeling of oppression.

"So what? He only lost a peach, but I lost a child!!"

The monkey demon cursed angrily, his voice very angry.

"So you possessed him with your spirit and wanted to manipulate him to kill his own child. If he didn't have a protective amulet from the Lingguan Temple in his home, I'm afraid you would have succeeded."

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head, his expression gradually turning cold.

"For the sake of your dead child, get out of his body now, and I may be able to spare your life."

This monkey demon had some skills and was actually proficient in the method of taking over other people's bodies with his soul. Before he came, the temple keeper had tried willow branches, black dog blood, and talismans, but none of them worked. He was even laughed at and teased by him.

It was not until Zhang Jiuyang came out and tied him up with Zong San's dragon tendons that he became a little obedient, but his attitude was still arrogant.

"Old Demon Zhang, we have sixteen demon kings in Dazhu Mountain. We are sworn brothers and will advance and retreat together. We are not afraid of you!"

"If you want to kill me, be careful that my fifteen brothers will destroy your Lingguan Temple!"

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang's tough attitude, the monkey demon began to threaten him.

But he did not see the sudden rise of hostility in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes.

"Dazhushan, right? The Sixteen Caves Demon King, right?"

He pointed his sword and the Evil-Slaying Sword hanging on the wall flew out instantly, turning into a red light that shot straight into the sky, burning the sea of ​​clouds red and making a thunderous sound of breaking through the air.

Throwing thousands of layers of fire, reaching a height of ten thousand feet in an instant!
Zhang Jiuyang slowly closed his eyes, as if he was carefully feeling something.

"Hey, Zhang Lao Mo, what do you want to do?"

"Don't be mysterious, I'm not afraid of you!"

As soon as the monster felt the terrifying edge of the Evil-Slaying Sword, his arrogance suddenly stagnated, and he felt an inexplicable sense of panic and uneasiness in his heart.

Not long after, Zhang Jiuyang slowly opened his eyes. There was still some murderous intent in his eyes, but the hostility had disappeared, as if he had been vented.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!
Heads of various shapes fell from the sky like dumplings. There were snake heads, deer heads, sheep heads, and even wolf heads...

Each of them looked extremely ferocious, with eyes wide open, as if filled with resentment and confusion.

All the demon kings of the sixteen caves in Dazhu Mountain, except the monkey demon, have surrendered.

"Good brother, of course we have to be neat and tidy." Zhang Jiuyang stretched out his hand, and the Evil-Slaying Sword automatically flew into his hand. There was still hot demon blood on the sword, dripping onto the ground.

"Remember, in your next life, don't make fun of the Lingguan Temple."

Zhang Jiuyang, who inherited the Lingguan legacy, was very fond of this big man who had helped him many times. This monster dared to say that he would destroy the Lingguan Temple, which was undoubtedly seeking death.

"Oh, by the way, I have to thank you very much, otherwise it would be hard to find such a hidden place like Dazhu Mountain."

After saying this, the third eye between his eyebrows suddenly opened, staring into the man's eyes. His sight penetrated deep into his sea of ​​consciousness and saw the old monkey who was trying his best to hide but constantly exuding panic and uneasiness.

Then, a red-gold flame suddenly surged out from the evil-slaying sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand, burning the demon blood into nothingness. From a distance, it looked like a fire sword condensed from flames.

The monkey demon looked fierce but was actually weak. He shouted, "If you kill me, this man will surely die too. You can't break my soul-stealing method!"

Zhang Jiuyang said nothing. Under the shocked gaze of the temple keeper, he stabbed the man between the eyebrows with a sword.

As fast as lightning, ruthless and cunning.

The next moment, the man screamed, as if his soul was nailed under the sword. Demonic aura permeated his entire body, and he even grew monkey-like hair in his desperate resistance.

However, as soon as the hair grew out, it was burned to ashes by the red-gold flames.

After three breaths, the screams finally gradually disappeared.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly pulled out the Sword of Slaying Evils, and saw a sword mark on the man’s forehead, with drops of blood oozing out.

"Zhang, Taoist Zhang, the person seems... dead?"

The temple keeper's face turned pale. This was bad. The monkey demon that possessed him was dead, but the man could not survive. His family was waiting outside.

Thinking of their pleading and expectant eyes, as if they were grabbing the last straw, the temple keeper couldn't bear it.

"Death? Wouldn't that ruin my reputation?"

"Okay, help him clean up the blood, then wake him up."

The temple keeper was startled and quickly wiped off the blood from the man's brow with trembling hands. He was horrified to find that the skin there was intact. How could there be any wound?
After pinching his philtrum for a while, the man woke up faintly, his eyes were very confused. Wasn't he in Taoyuan? How did he suddenly end up in Lingguan Temple?
Finally, amidst the endless thanks from his family, Zhang Jiuyang forcibly rejected the reward and only accepted a basket of delicious peaches, selecting the best ones to offer in front of the shrine of Lingguanye.

It’s not that he was being hypocritical, but looking at the other party’s ragged old mother and two children who were only four or five years old, how could he feel at ease to accept the money?

Looking at the backs of this family supporting each other, Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly.

In fact, the reason why he had been reading stories for people during this period and deliberately asked the storytellers under the name of the Shen family to promote him was not to seek fame, but to see if he could get some clues.

The ghost mother hides all over the world and it is difficult to find her whereabouts.

But if she was in Yangzhou, whenever she took action, someone would always be harmed, and the victim or his family would naturally think of looking for a famous wizard to come and resolve the disaster.

He wanted Lingguan Temple to be the first choice for the people of Yangzhou.

The effect during this period was remarkable, and his reputation had spread throughout Yangzhou. Taoist Master Zhang of Lingguan Temple was well-known, and people came to him for fortune-telling in an endless stream.

It's a pity that the troublemakers are all small monsters, and today's monkey monster is considered a "big case".

Although he has not yet received any news related to the Ghost Mother, being able to help the needy and exorcise demons already makes him very satisfied.

Since his practice, he has never forgotten his original intention.

Taoists should be men who enforce justice on behalf of heaven.

"Master, there are people behind us. Do you still want to read for them today?"

Miao Zhu asked.

Zhang Jiuyang was about to agree when he suddenly saw a silk banner hanging on the wall next to him. It seemed to have been given by a pilgrim in the past, and it had eight large characters embroidered on it.

"The Taoist who plays the flute has brought people back to health with his miraculous hands!"

The smile on his face froze instantly.

The last time Zhanxie appeared in the world, he defeated all the heroes and thought he would have a good reputation, but he didn't expect that he ended up with the nickname of Taoist Flute Player.

It really pissed him off!

Fortunately, in addition to the Taoist who plays the flute, some people also call him the Lord of the Evil-Slaying Sword, which is quite impressive.

Really, even the old demon Zhang mentioned by those monsters sounds better than this Taoist who plays the flute. Every time he heard these four words, he felt like sitting on pins and needles.

The temple keeper was unaware of the situation and noticed Zhang Jiuyang's gaze. He quickly explained, "This was sent by the old woman who had insomnia and nightmares a few days ago. You blew a heart-clearing spell and her illness was completely cured. I want to thank you very much. You are over 80 years old and you embroidered this banner stitch by stitch."

Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, just hang it here. Also, let the people outside come in. I want to see a few more before the sun sets."

"okay!"

The temple keeper was very happy. He looked at Zhang Jiuyang with admiration and worship, and went off excitedly to find the next person to come and see him.

Looking at his cheerful back, Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and smiled, then washed a peach and took a bite. It was indeed juicy and delicious.

It's quite sweet.

……

Ganquan Mountain, in front of Lingguan Temple.

A depressed man came to the mountain gate. Just as he was about to step into the temple, a trace of pain suddenly appeared in his eyes.

His body swayed slightly and his face became even paler.

"Hey, are you going in or not? Hurry up and don't block the way!"

The people behind him were urging him, and the man hesitated. He took a deep breath and stepped into the temple.

In an instant, he felt his body getting hot, as if a warm air was blowing towards him. After a brief moment of pain, he actually felt a long-lost sense of relief, and his spirits lifted.

This Lingguan Temple is truly magical!

Maybe their family...can really be saved?

(End of this chapter)