The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 263: Kan represents water, changes in the underworld

"You are not haunted by a female ghost, nor have you encountered any dirty things. It's simply that your body is too weak, and too much yang energy has been leaked, causing a loss of essence. That's why you always feel dazed."

"What? How did the Yang Qi leak out?"

"Then I have to ask your hands..."

After sending off the man who had been single for decades and fantasized about being seduced by a female ghost, Zhang Jiuyang shook his head helplessly.

When he said there was no female ghost, did he seem a little disappointed?

Wow, if you are brave enough, can you let the female ghost take maternity leave?
He sighed softly, then said, "Next."

In fact, most of the people who come to see doctors are suspicious and have hidden evil intentions. Not many of them have actually encountered dirty things. Instead, most of them come to see doctors.

No wonder the great Taoists in past history were often famous doctors.

For example, the Little Immortal Ge Hong, whose book "Emergency Prescriptions for the Elbow" includes content from various medical disciplines, including even the world's earliest record of the treatment of smallpox.

Although Zhang Jiuyang didn't know much about medicine, he had magic power, the purest and most profound pure yang magic power of the Xuanmen. Combined with the thunder and fire talismans and the Qingxin Mantra, he was able to deal with most of the diseases.

But he was powerless to do anything about the problems caused by Thumbelina.

Not long after, another middle-aged man walked in.

The moment he saw him for the first time, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes moved. Wow, this one looks even weaker than the previous one.

He looked listless, had dark circles under his eyes, and his face was pale, as if he had been drained of his energy by a female ghost.

"Brother Jiu, there is an evil aura about him!"

Before Zhang Jiuyang could say anything, Ah Li's voice rang in his ears.

Zhang Jiuyang immediately became interested. Compared to seeing a doctor, he really liked those dirty things more.

"Please take a seat."

Zhang Jiuyang extended his hand and invited him to sit down first.

"I, I want to find Taoist Priest Zhang..."

The man's voice was intermittent and hoarse, as if he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time.

He avoided looking at the statue of Wang Lingguan enshrined in the temple.

This is not the case of being possessed by ghosts, but purely due to low spirits and lack of yang energy. When seeing the majestic and solemn statues of gods, one will feel an inexplicable sense of panic.

"I am Taoist Priest Zhang, you can tell me anything you want."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly and personally made him a cup of tea.

Hearing this, a hint of disappointment appeared in the man's eyes.

This man in front of me who looks a little too young is the legendary Taoist Master Zhang?
Although he is very handsome, and his temperament and conversation are also extraordinary, his age alone is not enough to make him trustworthy.

You know, all the magicians he had looked for before, which one of them was not a master with a fairy-like appearance and had practiced for a lifetime?
But even those old Taoists were helpless and some even met with accidents.

The man remained silent.

Zhang Jiuyang seemed to see through his thoughts, but he was not angry. He smiled faintly and said, "Since you have entered the Lingguan Temple, it means that you are destined to be with me. Tell me, maybe I can help you."

"Even if I am powerless and cannot help you, I can still listen to you and help you relieve your anger. How about that?"

The middle-aged man still didn't speak. After a long time, he shook his head, lowered his eyes, and looked gloomy.

"I don't want to implicate the Taoist priest."

After saying that, he stood up and was about to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly stopped him and said with a smile: "Since you have come to the Lingguan Temple, I will certainly not let you return empty-handed, so I will give you a fortune-telling."

As he said this, he casually took out a few copper coins and threw them on the ground.

When the man saw this scene, he stopped immediately, curiosity showing in his eyes. He didn't say anything. Could it be that the other party could really calculate something?
Zhang Jiuyang looked at the hexagram, frowned slightly, and showed a trace of solemnity.

"Both the upper and lower hexagrams represent water. This is the Kan hexagram, which represents water."

"Master, how do you interpret this hexagram?"

The man couldn't help but ask.

"Kan represents water, which means hardship and danger. The inner and outer hexagrams are both water, which is like adding water to water, adding danger to danger. It is difficult to break through, and it is an absolutely ominous hexagram."

"Then...how to resolve it?"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and said, "Since this is an ominous hexagram of adding water to water, if you want to resolve it, you naturally have to be familiar with the nature of water. Only in this way can you navigate through danger and seek salvation in the midst of danger."

"Master, do you want me to learn how to swim?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and smiled, "Of course not. The so-called general knowledge of water nature means that you need to find someone who can help you solve the problem thoroughly. No matter what type of problem you encounter, you need to find someone related to it."

The man's mind moved. After all, he decided to find a powerful wizard.

"But you have a strong life. Judging from your face, you don't look like someone who will die young. Although you will have great disasters, you will often receive help from noble people. This is your destiny."

The man felt even more disappointed when he heard this familiar statement.

He has visited many wizards, many of whom were scammers. Basically, they all said the same thing and then sold him talismans or blessed magic tools, but they were useless.

Sure enough, Taoist Zhang took out a yellow talisman from his arms, folded it into a triangle shape and handed it to him.

"This is the Five Thunder Talisman. Carry it with you. It should be of some use."

"Master, I don't buy talismans."

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "You don't have to spend any money, it's a gift to you. If it works, come back and burn some incense for Master Lingguan."

After that, he stretched, stood up and said to the temple priest: "Let's stop here today and send the pilgrims down the mountain." "Yes!"

Looking at the man's receding back, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes showed a trace of ripples.

In fact, there is one thing he didn't say, which is that this man was destined to be very successful. If he was not powerful, he would be rich and powerful. Why is he still so poor at this age?
It was as if there was a layer of dark cloud that forcibly obscured his fate.

However, the other party did not believe him and refused to speak. Zhang Jiuyang naturally did not force him and first sent a Five Thunder Talisman to ask for directions.

"Brother Jiu, that rope of yours is so scary. I wanted to help you calculate it just now, but even magic doesn't work in front of it..."

Ali reminded him tactfully in the shadows that it was time to deal with the dragon tendons of Zong San.

Zhang Jiuyang took out the light golden dragon tendon, feeling the evil and hostility on it. He opened his third eye between his eyebrows and saw that the dragon tendon seemed to come alive, transforming into a ferocious dragon that was constantly roaring at him.

Ordinary people cannot hear this kind of sound, but they will feel inexplicably panicked and uneasy, and over time they may even develop mental problems as if possessed by evil spirits.

Even a fierce ghost like Ali feels afraid.

"I failed to refine the Dragon Binding Rope last time. Now that I have achieved the Golden Core, it should be almost done."

"I want to see how long you, a dragon, can continue to be so arrogant."

Zhang Jiuyang sneered, sat down at the feet of the statue of Lord Lingguan, and began to offer sacrifices to the dragon tendon.

After practicing for this period of time, he found that no matter whether he was practicing or fighting, as long as he stood in front of the statue of Lingguan Ye, he would be in surprisingly good condition.

boom!
The Jade Pivot Sky Fire burned fiercely and spread towards the dragon tendons.

The next moment, the dragon tendon, which was originally a dead object, actually came to life, trembling like a python and making a terrifying roar.

The flames suddenly received a huge impact, flickering.

This is the huge resentment that a dragon felt when it fell, and it also contains the monstrous blood and energy from the water battle at Dongyang Lake six hundred years ago.

Last time, Zhang Jiuyang failed because he was not skilled enough in Taoism, even with the sacrificial method taught by Master Lingguan himself, and he also blew up many houses.

But now he is no longer the same.

The flame in the eye between his eyebrows became more and more dazzling, and the pure yang golden elixir in his dantian was stimulated to the extreme, making his whole body seem to be covered with a layer of golden glow.

The Jade Pivot Sky Fire expanded instantly, slowly but steadily spreading towards the dragon tendons. Wherever it went, resentment and hostility melted like ice and snow, turning into wisps of black air and dissipating.

The Pure Yang Golden Pill was like a furnace containing endless energy, providing him with a constant supply of power.

After interacting with the Dragon Girl's soul that night, the golden elixir was nourished by the primordial yin energy and directly became larger, which was equivalent to several years of hard training.

Now that he was activating the Pure Yang Golden Pill with all his strength, it looked like a small sun, dyeing his entire dantian golden. His magic power was like golden waves, majestic and sacred.

As time passed, the refining process of the Dragon Binding Rope continued to advance. If someone was watching, they would find that the dragon tendons began to undergo strange changes.

Wherever the flame passes, it will leave behind golden secret words.

"The innate commander, the One-Qi God. The great spiritual officer of the Capital Heaven, the selfless and fierce officer of the Three Realms. With golden eyes and red hair, he is called the Three-Five Fire Train Thunder God. With a phoenix mouth and silver teeth, he commands millions of Pixiu Gods..."

Those words turned out to be the Lingguan's Precious Edict!
The fierce and murderous aura was gone, replaced by a masculine, domineering, sacred and majestic aura. Even the invisible dragon seemed to have shed its skin and been reborn, growing golden dragon scales and turning into a divine dragon bathed in fire.

However, just after he had been operating the Pure Yang Golden Pill with all his strength for a long time, his mind suddenly shook, as if some unknown key had been opened up, and a vague picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

It seemed to be a very far away place. A figure had his back to Zhang Jiuyang. He was hunched over, with dishevelled hair and a dirty face, and he stood motionless like a sculpture.

Zhang Jiuyang felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy with the other person.

But this scene only lasted for a moment and then disappeared immediately, as if it was an illusion. Zhang Jiuyang had no time to think about it and could only concentrate on refining the Dragon Binding Rope.

……

Nine Nether Hell.

In a prison cell, an old man was staring at the ninth human skin on the wall with a focused look, looking very quiet.

But as time goes by, he will slowly become crazy and mutter to himself.

"No, wrong, wrong!"

"Why can't I repair it? Why can't I repair it?"

“Fake, it’s all fake!!”

He began to shout and scream, and his voice was like thunder, echoing throughout the entire Nine Nether Hell, shaking the surroundings.

The ice, fire and thunder in hell all attacked the crazy old man in an instant, but were shattered by the fairy light on his body.

The other prisoners quickly covered their ears and used their internal energy to resist.

Even the terrifying fox with nine tails covered its ears with its tail, and stared at the old man with its pupils, revealing a deep fear.

This person has extraordinary powers, but I don’t know why he was imprisoned in a dungeon. Could it be that the person from the underworld took action personally?

But unfortunately, the old man seemed to have gone insane while practicing martial arts and was completely unable to communicate. Otherwise, if they joined forces, they might be able to fight their way out.

After looking for a while, the fox closed its eyes.

According to past experience, the old man would become calm after being crazy for a while, and then become crazy again, and the cycle would repeat over and over again.

Calculating the time, each time of madness would probably last for several hours.

However, when he goes crazy, all the thunder and fire in hell will be concentrated on him alone, allowing other prisoners to sleep well.

Thinking of this, the fox demon prepared to take a short nap, but not long after, it opened its eyes suddenly.

How come the crazy voice disappeared in less than a moment?
When it opened its eyes, it saw a scene that it would never forget. The dungeon where the old man was imprisoned was now empty.

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(End of this chapter)