The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 315: Chopping the Immortal's Tomb with a Knife
Night, midnight.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Two figures descended from the sky. One was a blazing fire, transforming into a valiant woman in golden armor and a red robe. The other was riding a spirit deer, stepping on the clouds and falling. She looked like an immortal.

White eyebrows and drooping ears, connected in one character.

The two people are naturally Yue Ling and Yimei Zhenren. In terms of style, Yimei Zhenren is worthy of being the master of Feixian Cave. The sika deer under his seat is ethereal and can walk on the moon, which is very magical.

After Master Yimei stood up, the spirit deer nodded to Yue Ling, then stepped on the auspicious clouds and flew away.

"Is this the Banlong that Senior subdued? It is indeed full of spiritual energy."

Yue Ling exclaimed.

"Lu" (deer) has the same pronunciation as "lu" (lu), and has been a auspicious animal since ancient times, symbolizing good luck. The ancients called it "banlong".

It is said that the spotted dragon of Yimei Zhenren can travel ten thousand miles a day. It is also good at the wood element technique and has helped Feixian Cave to cultivate many spiritual fields. It has a very high status.

However, unlike Zhang Jiuyang's mount Qingluan, this spiritual deer named Banlong will not participate in the battle.

Deer are peaceful in nature and extremely disgusted with killing. Even if they become mounts, they will not participate in fights.

Master Yimei stroked his beard and smiled, saying, "I have done a favor to the parents of this deer. After they gave birth to their offspring, they gave me one. This can be regarded as repaying the favor."

After a pause, he suddenly changed the subject and said, "Master Yue, why don't you let that young friend Zhang come along?"

In fact, he wanted to take the opportunity to observe the skills passed down by the great masters of the Eight Realms.

Although Zhang Jiuyang was only in the fourth realm, his strength was high enough to be on par with ordinary fifth realm people. To be honest, his interest in Zhang Jiuyang was even greater than that in Yue Ling.

If Feixian Cave could gain the favor of the powerful person behind Zhang Jiuyang, it might be a great fortune.

"Zhang Jiuyang's strength is still not enough to deal with Yan Luo, and his master suddenly summoned him for an urgent matter. As a disciple, he naturally cannot disobey his master's orders."

Master Yimei nodded. So that’s why. It was Wang Lingguan who summoned him. No wonder he didn’t see Zhang Jiuyang all day.

"Master Yue, I wonder where Zhang Xiaoyou's master is now? I would like to pay a visit to this great senior."

Yue Ling glanced at him with a half-smile and said, "Senior, you are joking. The whereabouts of that master have always been mysterious. How could I know?"

"Why not wait until Zhang Jiuyang comes back and ask him in person?"

After saying this, she turned around and looked at the high mountain in front of her without waiting for the other party to answer. In the night, the mountain peak was looming, the lake at the foot of the mountain was rippling with white mist, and there was a Buddhist pagoda on the mountain in the distance.

It looks like a painting full of Zen.

"Is this where Yan Luo is in seclusion?"

Master Yimei carefully observed the scenery in front of him. Although he did not see any mystery, his intuition as a master of the sixth realm allowed him to keenly capture something unusual.

It looked picturesque and refreshing, but amidst the beauty, there was a hint of danger, a sense of fear that made his heart tremble.

He subconsciously made calculations with his fingers, trying to divine the secrets of fate, but found chaos everywhere. Even with his magical powers and experience, he couldn't see clearly at all.

Yue Ling nodded and said, "This place is called Shenju Mountain, it is the lair of Yan Luo."

"Yan Luo's lair? Isn't it a bit too risky for us to just break in like this?"

Master Yimei began to back off.

Selling favors is important, but it must be based on one's own safety. Yan Luo is a notorious demon, and this place is so dangerous and strange that he immediately wanted to retreat.

Yue Ling was not surprised. She said in a deep voice, "According to the information I received, although Yan Luo wiped out the entire Wan Fu Tower, he himself was also seriously injured, so he has been in seclusion to heal his injuries during this period of time."

"Now is a great opportunity to get rid of the devil. Senior, if we can destroy Yama Luo, not only will the prestige of Feixian Cave be greatly enhanced, but I can also make the decision. In the future, I will persuade Zhang Jiuyang to practice in Feixian Cave for several months in the name of the Imperial Observatory. How about it?" Yimei Zhenren's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yue Ling's words touched his heart.

Especially for the second point, he naturally would not think of asking Zhang Jiuyang to change his allegiance. After all, the entire Feixian Cave combined could not withstand the wrath of an eighth-level powerful being.

He wanted to take the opportunity to get closer to Zhang Jiuyang, and preferably also to establish a good relationship with Wang Lingguan.

"Great kindness."

"Master Yue is too polite. Exorcising demons is to act on behalf of heaven. I have no choice but to do it!"

Yue Ling smiled faintly but snorted in her heart, feeling somewhat disgusted by such hypocritical behavior.

However, she did not lose anything under this condition. Zhang Jiuyang was very interested in thunder magic, and the most powerful thunder magic recognized by the world was the "Purple Thunder Book" of Feixian Cave.

I believe that Zhang Jiuyang will benefit greatly from practicing in Feixian Cave.

"Master Yue, please."

Master Yimei stroked his sleeves lightly. As an elder in the Taoist sect, he actually took the initiative to ask a junior to walk in front of him. This was really thick-skinned.

But he didn't care. When traveling in the underworld, the most important thing is to be cautious.

Until now, he did not completely trust Yue Ling. When rushing to the dangerous place, he naturally had to let her walk in front. If Yue Ling showed the slightest hesitation, then no matter how great the temptation was, he would immediately turn around and leave.

Every great monk who has cultivated to the sixth realm is not a simple person and has his own philosophy of dealing with people.

"Okay, senior, be careful. Do you see that tomb? Yama is in it!"

Yue Ling led the way and walked towards the Immortal Tomb.

Buried there is a human skin of an Eight-Realm Corpse-Reincarnated Immortal, which is one of the talismans in the tomb of Shenju Mountain. After the death of the Painted Skin Master, this human skin flew back here.

The plan set up by Yue Ling and Zhang Jiuyang depends on the human skin of the corpse-reincarnated immortal.

Master Yimei followed carefully behind her, his eyes sharp and looking around with vigilance, holding a dowsing rod in his hand, which was rotating automatically.

He was surprised to find that the dowsing rod seemed to be out of function here. The dragon head was spinning wildly, and it seemed to be lost in this strange place.

Finally, the two of them arrived near the immortal's tomb.

At this time, Shenju Mountain was still very peaceful, without any murderous intent or unusual movement.

As long as there is no threat, the fairy skin, the Yin Yang Lake, or the Buddhist pagoda will not move. The mountains are still mountains and the water is still water.

Once they sense the threat, they will awaken from their slumber like the dragon veins of the past, transforming into terrifying monsters and turning Shenju Mountain into a desolate place.

Of course, if the threat is big enough, they will pretend to be dead. For example, when Wang Lingguan fought with the crazy old man last time, no one dared to move.

"Senior, it's time to take action."

"I'll take the lead, and you'll provide support from the side."

Yue Ling's voice was solemn, and then golden flames suddenly burned in his pupils. A golden vertical pupil opened between his eyebrows, and a three-faced, eight-armed statue of Mingwang appeared behind him, holding thunder in his hands, stepping on fire, and with angry eyes like a Vajra.

The domineering aura surprised Yimei Zhenren.

With a clang of the sword, the dragon bird came out of its sheath.

Chop the immortal’s tomb with a knife!

(End of this chapter)