The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 298: Master Chen Tuan's Sleeping Dragon Dan Gong

Even in his sleep, Zhang Jiuyang felt a deep sense of fatigue, and his head hurt as if it was pricked by needles.

That is a symptom of excessive consumption of the spiritual energy.

The Zhu Xian Sword, as the magic sword of the Sword Pavilion's founder Bai Yunsheng, is by no means easy to awaken.

If it weren't for Lu Zu's sword heart and magical powers, with his strength, he would not be able to make the Zhu Xian Sword even a little bit affected even if he spent his entire life.

Somewhere in the dark, he seemed to hear someone calling his name, leading him to somewhere.

When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by a vast sea of ​​clouds and deep sword energy.

This is...Ten Thousand Swords Tomb!

Zhang Jiuyang found himself at the top of Sword Mountain, standing in front of the Immortal Sword that was like a stone tablet. He wanted to open his third eye, but found that all his magical powers seemed to have disappeared.

It's a dream!

Zhang Jiuyang made a judgment in an instant that this was not the real world, but a dream, but there seemed to be a little difference.

It seems like the Zhu Xian Sword... is calling me?
He looked at the magic sword that was several meters high. It was shaped like a mysterious monument with several heavy chains wrapped around it. Ancient traces of time could be seen on the black sword, which seemed to be some kind of runes and patterns, and had a mysterious and profound meaning.

The most attractive thing is the dark red blood stains on the sword, which have been baptized by thousands of years.

Zhang Jiuyang reached out and touched the sword, stroking the blood stains. Even in his dream, he seemed to be able to feel a terrifying and fierce aura.

Even the eighth-level corpse-reincarnation immortal is far inferior to him, and the crazy old man hiding in the hell prison seems to be a little worse as well.

Could it be that Bai Yunsheng, the founder of Jian Ge, really used this sword to kill immortals?
Zhang Jiuyang was secretly shocked. Thousands of years later, he seemed to be able to feel the danger and horror of that battle.

At this moment, the sword body trembled slightly, and some strange changes occurred. The dark red blood stains suddenly flowed, flowing down from the sword body and condensed into two words at Zhang Jiuyang's feet.

"help me!"

Zhang Jiuyang's heart trembled, and he felt an inexplicable fear, with a chill rushing from his coccyx to his brain.

Is this the Zhu Xian Sword asking for help?
Or does the immortal blood on this sword still retain some degree of consciousness?

"Who are you? Why are you asking me for help?"

Zhang Jiuyang had experienced many ups and downs, so he quickly calmed down and took the initiative to ask.

Then, the blood flowed again, forming new words.

"I am... Bai Yunsheng."

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils narrowed. This answer was beyond his imagination and completely different from his original guess.

The founder of Jian Ge, Bai Yunsheng, the innate swordsman who created the path of swordsmanship thousands of years ago, is still alive? And he is talking to me with the help of the Zhu Xian Sword?

Zhang Jiuyang was skeptical.

He didn't completely believe the other party. After all, this matter was a little too ridiculous, and who could say that the blood was not trying to deceive him?
What evil is not there in this world?
He was about to continue asking questions, but Jianshan suddenly shook violently, and the whole world seemed to fall apart.

"They are about to discover me..."

The blood flow quickly became faster and a little sloppy, as if it was a bit anxious.

Before the whole world collapsed, blood formed the last words.

"Don't go to the island!"

"Don't go to the island!"

"Don't go to the island!"

Don't go to the island three times in a row, the warning is very obvious.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Jiuyang felt an invisible suction force coming from behind him, sucking him back before the world collapsed.

He looked back and saw a painting.

The painting shows a handsome Taoist wearing a Taoist robe and a Huayang scarf on his head. He carries a Chunyang magic sword on his back and makes sword gestures with his hands. He looks like an immortal and in high spirits.

It is Lu Zu who is protecting me!
As this thought flashed through his mind, Zhang Jiuyang completely lost consciousness.

……

The spring shadows are long through the window at noon, a good sleep will put all worries to rest.

Zhang Jiuyang hadn't slept so soundly for a long time. When he woke up, he felt refreshed and all the fatigue in his brain was gone.

He felt as if he was being guided in some way.

It was as if someone was teaching him how to breathe and how to sleep. "The dragon returns to the sea of ​​origin, the yang hides in the yin. People call it hibernating dragon, but I hibernate my heart."

"Hiding its purpose in silence, resting deeply. Lying high in the white clouds, with no one in the world who understands it."

A formula emerged in Zhang Jiuyang's mind, but soon he was stunned.

Because he had no idea where this formula came from, but he somehow understood it.

It was as if someone had whispered in his ear while he was sleeping.

"Huh? You woke up so soon?"

A voice sounded, with a hint of surprise.

Zhang Jiuyang looked carefully and found that he was in a simple house. There was an old man with vigorous spirit and sharp temperament sitting cross-legged beside him.

It was the old sword god Pei Yulong.

He was holding a sword manual in his hand and looking at Zhang Jiuyang with a complicated look.

Maybe this young man could be his ancestor.

"How long have I slept?"

Zhang Jiuyang asked, with a hint of blood in his throat and his voice becoming a little hoarse.

"Ancestor——"

"Ahem, you slept for three days and three nights."

"Three days and nights?"

Zhang Jiuyang was a little surprised that he had slept for so long.

"I didn't expect you to wake up so soon."

Pei Yulong expressed his surprise again.

"I don't know how you were able to activate the ancestor's magic sword, but with your current level of cultivation, it's still too much of a stretch."

“Although you only triggered a wisp of Zhuxian Sword Intent, you have already been severely injured. Although you appear intact on the outside, the meridians in your body have been torn apart. If you had not cultivated the Pure Yang Golden Pill, I’m afraid your foundation would have been severely damaged.”

"And your soul is even more seriously damaged. I'm even worried that you won't wake up from now on, or that you'll become a fool when you wake up."

"If that's the case, your lover from the Imperial Observatory will probably fight to the death with me."

Hearing this, Zhang Jiuyang hurriedly asked: "Where is Yue Ling? How is she?"

Seeing how anxious and concerned he was, Pei Yulong showed an expression of disappointment.

"What's so good about women?"

"Women will only affect the speed at which we draw our swords. Our forefather once said—"

His voice suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something, and he sighed.

He was afraid that Zhang Jiuyang would suddenly say, No, I didn’t say that.

"But that woman really cares about you. Even though she herself was seriously injured, she insisted on taking care of you for two days and two nights. She didn't go into seclusion to heal until you were no longer in danger."

"I originally thought that you would need at least several years to recover from this injury, but now it seems..."

Pei Yulong looked at Zhang Jiuyang carefully and found that he was not listless at all. Instead, he was full of energy, with a slim body and bright eyes.

There is no sign of damage to the soul at all. People would believe it if you say it is an improvement.

Zhang Jiuyang also discovered this. His body was still damaged, but was slowly recovering under the nourishment of pure yang magic power.

But the soul has basically recovered.

He thought of his previous baby-like sleeping state and recalled the mantra again.

"The dragon returns to the sea of ​​origin, the yang hides in the yin. People call it hibernating dragon, but I hibernate my heart."

"He hides his deepest breath in silence. He lies high up in the white clouds, with no one in the world who understands him."

Hibernating Dragon...

Suddenly, he had an idea. Could it be the Master Chen Tuan's Sleeping Dragon Pill?

……

(End of this chapter)