The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 278: Golden Body Level , Arhat Long Hair

People whose bones weigh more than seven liang and two qian?

Zhang Jiuyang immediately recalled the "Yuan Tiangang's Fortune Telling by Weighing Bones" that he had read from his grandfather in his previous life. The maximum bone weight of a mortal was no more than seven taels and two cents, which was the fate of an emperor.

The comments and poems are even more flattering.

This kind of person is rarely born in this world. It takes ten generations of good deeds to give birth to such a person.

The Purple Star from heaven comes to guide your destiny, and the people will enjoy peace when ruled by you.

The leader of the Zou Yin people, Er Ye, also revealed this secret to Zhang Jiuyang before his death. He said that the duty of the Zou Yin people was to kill those strange people whose bones weighed more than seven taels and two cents.

Those extraordinary people seemed to be born with innate wisdom. Even when they were children, they had already displayed extraordinary temperament and their souls had golden light.

But it will gradually fade away in adulthood.

They are responsible for killing these aliens before they reach adulthood.

Zhang Jiuyang had gradually forgotten the secret of this lineage of ghosts, but now after hearing what Du Shensuan said, he suddenly remembered it again.

It turns out that the underworld has gathered so many people who are proficient in divination, and even let the underworld bear most of the punishment from heaven, just to calculate the whereabouts of these strange people.

The so-called ghost soldiers passing through the border are also to escort the souls of those strange people into the underworld. No wonder they always act with a clear goal in mind and turn a blind eye to the demons in the world.

The reason why they want to kill those who can see them is probably to keep the secret and not reveal their whereabouts.

"Master Zhang, this is all I know. Now I have been promoted to work in the Gongcao Division of the Underworld, responsible for organizing files, submitting official documents, conveying imperial edicts, etc."

"If you have any instructions, please burn the yellow paper with my birth date at midnight, and I will come. If you have any orders, I will do my best and sacrifice my life!"

Return the peach.

Du Shen is a generous person who knows how to repay kindness. These words undoubtedly show his mindset. Although he works in the Gongcao Division of the underworld, his heart is with Zhang Jiuyang.

After leaving his birth date and time, Du Shensuan bowed deeply to Zhang Jiuyang again and his figure slowly disappeared.

Zhang Jiuyang shattered the dream and slowly opened his eyes.

Interestingly, the Lord of the Palace knew that Du Shen was Wang Lingguan's man, but he still promoted him to Gongcaosi, a position that easily exposes secrets and can only be held by a close confidant.

Is the Lord trying to show goodwill?

He pondered for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, continuing to practice with his eyes closed.

No matter what the Lord thinks, this is the best result at the moment.

No matter what the other party's purpose is, whether it is cooperation or testing, strength is the foundation of everything.

If Wang Lingguan had not displayed his divine power and shocked the underworld, how could the Lord of the Underworld have promoted Du Shensuan?
I'm afraid the underworld will also give preferential treatment to Uncle Jiang.

This is all brought about by strength. Only when you have a big fist will others respect you. So no matter what the other party’s purpose is, the most important thing for him is always practice.

The silver light became brighter and brighter, penetrating his flesh and skin, making his body itch and greatly reducing the pain.

This is a sign that the second level of the Immortal Golden Body is about to be completed.

Zhang Jiuyang was delighted. It was indeed the divine power specially left by Master Lingguan. It was long-lasting, pure and powerful. It could actually help him cultivate a golden body!

If he hadn't used this divine power properly, the opponent would have automatically dissipated after repairing his injuries, but now he used it to the greatest effect.

In the cave, there was a faint flicker of silver light.

The light seemed to have some kind of mysterious power, dyeing the stone wall silver. From a distance, it looked like a natural silver mine.

In the center of the "silver mine", there sits a silver-bodied arhat, whose eyebrows and hair are silver, crystal clear and otherworldly.

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Luohan Mountain, mountainside.

A little monk with red lips and white teeth was swinging an axe in his hand with great effort, chopping at the pine tree beside him.

He would chant "Amitabha" every time he chopped the tree. When the pine tree was cut down, he would put his hands together and recite scriptures devoutly, as if he was praying for the pine tree to be reborn.

Under the scorching sun, the little monk was sweating profusely, but he still persevered.

"Brother Sanbao, you only choose old trees that are about to die, and you also chant sutras to pray for the souls of the dead. How long will it take for us to collect enough wood for the coffin for Master?"

There was an older monk next to the young monk, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with some impatience in his eyes.

The young monk shook his head and said, "Brother, if our master were still alive, he would definitely not want us to cut down new trees to bury the old body. Our master once said that if he died at the hands of a demon one day, we don't need to be sad or hold a big funeral. We can just come to Luohan Mountain and choose some rotten wood for the coffin."

The older monk sighed and said, "Master is very free and easy, but he doesn't know that right after he passed away, Dazhi Temple was torn apart, and our lineage was forced to return to secular life. Now only you and I are left."

The young monk looked at him calmly and said, "Brother, are you also preparing to return to secular life?"

The older monk avoided his gaze and sighed, "I originally wanted to wait until Master was buried before saying anything, but my mother wrote to me saying that she was seriously ill. I might... have to go first."

"I'm afraid that Buddhism is not meant for me anymore."

The young monk was not angry at all. Instead, he comforted him, "Brother, as long as you have Buddha in your heart, even if you don't chant sutras in the morning or evening, you are still practicing Buddhism."

The elder monk shook his head and said, "Sanbao, you are a genius in practicing Buddhism. Master once said that you may even be able to enter Baiyun Temple, but I can't do it. I can't do it..."

The young monk did not force it, but stepped forward, took out a jade Buddha pendant from his neck and gave it to his senior brother.

"Brother, as a son, you must first be filial before you can serve the Buddha. You can pawn this jade pendant and hire a good doctor for your aunt."

"This, this is a treasure that Master gave you. Moreover, this is a Buddha. How can you pawn it and get tainted with the smell of money?"

Although the elderly monk was preparing to return to secular life, his years of practice still made him full of respect for the Buddha and he dared not blaspheme in the slightest.

The young monk smiled faintly upon hearing this and said, "Brother, if we burn this jade Buddha, will there be any relics?"

"of course not."

"Since there are no relics, how can it be a Buddha?"

The older monk stood there in a daze, as if he had been hit hard.

"So, just be the Buddha, brother. Don't feel any burden. No matter how heavy the jade Buddha is, it is not as heavy as a human life."

The older monk didn't say anything. He held the jade Buddha tightly, lost in thought for a long time, and finally bowed deeply to the young monk.

"Brother Sanbao, Master always praised you in the past, saying that you have a natural Buddha heart, but we were not convinced and even felt jealous. Now I finally understand why Master values ​​you so much."

"Brother Sanbao, take care!"

"Senior brother, take care!"

The young monk saw off his last senior brother. He finally withdrew his gaze until he could no longer see the other brother, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

Within a few days, the master passed away, and his fellow disciples returned to secular life. The temple where he grew up had no place for him and was filled with intrigue and deception.

Although he was more mature than his peers, it was still a bit disappointing for a fourteen-year-old boy.

The young monk looked toward the top of Luohan Mountain, clasped his hands together, and sighed softly.

"Master, what should I do?"

“If there really is an Arhat, can you give me some advice?” According to legend, Luohan Mountain is the dojo of an Arhat in Buddhism. It has picturesque scenery and many ancient pines. There is an Arhat Temple on the top of the mountain, but it has fallen into disuse and no one cares about it.

The little monk prayed devoutly and then opened his eyes, ready to continue chopping trees.

But just as he picked up the axe, he vaguely saw a flash of silver light in the distance.

Did someone lose some money?
The little monk hurried towards that place, not because he was greedy, but because he thought that the owner would definitely be very anxious, so he had to return the money to the owner quickly.

But what he didn't expect was that the closer he got to that place, the brighter the silver light became.

The light shone on the weeds and thorns, giving them a layer of silver light. The little monk tapped them with his fingers, and they felt cold and hard and even made a banging sound.

It's like knocking on gold.

The little monk seemed to have thought of something, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Could it be that the Arhat heard my prayers and gave me special instructions?

As soon as he thought of this, he quickly pushed aside the weeds and thorns outside and saw a magical cave. The stone walls at the entrance of the cave were silver, as if it were white silver.

He stepped into the cave, and the silver light shone on him, dyeing his skin silver.

But the young monk soon discovered that his body was becoming heavier and stiffer, and in the end, he seemed to have turned into a silver sculpture.

At this time, he also walked into the cave and saw the scene inside the cave.

On the inner side of the cave, against the wall, sat a man with silver hair and silver eyebrows. Silver light was flowing all over his body from head to toe, and even his clothes looked like silver armor.

It looked like a glowing sculpture, but the little monk could confirm that the other party must be a living person.

Because his chest rose and fell slightly, there was a sign of breathing.

"Luo, Luohan..."

The little monk summoned up his last bit of strength and shouted, but just as his voice came out, he heard the sound of a sword.

It was a red hairpin, pressing against his throat.

Although his whole body was dyed with silver light at this moment, as if he was wearing a layer of armor, but under the red hairpin, his skin actually felt a sharp pain.

The little monk stopped where he was, and the hairpin no longer hurt him.

It seems that some kind of wonderful balance has been achieved.

But the silver light became brighter and brighter, and the little monk felt heavier and even had difficulty breathing. He wanted to leave the cave, but found that his feet were almost petrified and he had no feeling at all.

But in times of crisis, he also discovered something special.

The 'Arhat' with silver light flowing around him had an inexplicable sense of Zen. The silver light seemed to conceal some profound Buddhist teachings, which instantly attracted his attention.

The young monk didn't even realize that the silver light shining on him was being absorbed by him bit by bit, and his feet were free again. However, he was so absorbed in Buddhism that he didn't notice it.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a light exclamation.

After an unknown amount of time, the silver light finally accumulated to its peak, and then turned from outward to inward, absorbing all the silver light from all directions into its internal organs, and the stone walls and plants returned to normal.

The little monk looked at the 'Arhat' nervously.

I saw the silver light on the other person's body disappearing inch by inch, revealing his fair skin and face. He had a handsome appearance and a chic temperament, not like an ordinary person.

Suddenly, the other person opened his eyes.

Boom!

In an instant, a powerful energy rose up, and the entire cave seemed to be overwhelmed and shook violently.

The 'Arhat' slowly raised his eyes and looked at the little monk.

boom!
The cave collapsed and rocks fell like rain.

The little monk showed a look of fear on his face. Instead of running away, he subconsciously ran towards the "Arhat" as if he wanted to rescue him.

At this moment, he completely forgot that the other party might be an arhat with great magical powers, and it was just his instinct as a Buddhist disciple.

But he was just a young cultivator who had just entered the first realm. He didn't even know how to cast spells, let alone save people.

The falling rocks were about to crush him to death.

The little monk closed his eyes and heard the clear sound of a sword.

The next moment, he felt a strong sense of weightlessness in his body. When he opened his eyes again, he couldn't help but gasp and saw a scene that he would never forget.

I saw him flying in the sky, with mountains and rivers under his feet, and he was moving through the clouds like lightning.

The strong wind blew his monk's robe, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

He didn't know how long it had been before he felt the wind slowly dying down and his body rapidly descending. Only then did he see that what made him fly was a red sword inserted in the belt around his waist.

He had never seen such a beautiful sword. The hilt was sky blue, the blade was red like jade, and it was engraved with star patterns. There were also many mysterious and ancient patterns, which looked like blood, flowing with brilliant divine light.

Even if it is an immortal's sword, it is no more than this.

But he didn't know if it was an illusion, he always felt that he seemed to have seen this sword somewhere.

Plop!
The little monk was thrown to the ground by the Sword of Slaying Evil, and then the magic sword hummed softly, turned into a three-foot sword hairpin, and automatically flew into a piece of ink-black long hair.

Zhang Jiuyang, wearing white clothes and a golden belt, stood quietly among the vast sea of ​​clouds on the top of Luohan Mountain, his eyes clear and bright, like the light of a sword.

He turned around, and an invisible golden light shot out from the red mark between his eyebrows and swept across the little monk.

"Luohan, are you Luohan?"

The little monk seemed to be very sure that Zhang Jiuyang was an arhat.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly, with a few strands of hair floating in front of his forehead.

"Little monk, have you ever seen an arhat with hair this long?"

"But you're wearing a wig?"

The little monk has clear eyes and a loud voice.

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

"Just now in the cave, I saw your wig fluttering."

"Amitabha, monks do not lie."

Zhang Jiuyang then remembered that when he had just cultivated the second level of the Immortal Golden Body, his Qi was so strong that his wig was blown away for a moment.

This little monk is really sharp-eyed.

Hmm...should I silence him or dismember him?

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(End of this chapter)