The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 372: Xuanguang House Purification Method, Baby Vomiting

Seeing Yue Ling's serious look, Zhang Jiuyang nodded.

In fact, he also knew how attractive the "Tao Te Ching" was to Taoist disciples. Once this sutra was published, he was afraid that there would be a major earthquake in the Taoist world.

One day, he will spread the classics of the saints of the past to this world and let the people here experience the Taoist style of Chinese civilization.

To continue the unique learning for the Holy Spirit.

But that would require Zhang Jiuyang to have already attained an invincible level of cultivation, enough to look down upon all the heroes and cover the sky with one hand.

Now he is just a common man who is guilty of possessing a treasure.

Seeing him nod obediently, Yue Ling breathed a sigh of relief and then began to care about his condition.

"You look very tired. Is your soul damaged?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "It's not that bad, it's just that the energy consumption is too great. I'll be fine after a good sleep. It's just a little bit of energy..."

He frowned and said, "If I can't improve my soul, I'm afraid I'll be stuck here, unable to move forward or backward, which is equivalent to being blocked from the road ahead."

He is in a very embarrassing situation now.

He had already carved the first four chapters of the Tao Te Ching, but got stuck at the beginning of the fifth chapter. He could not carve the words after "Heaven and Earth are not benevolent" no matter what he did.

Even after using the Zhelong Sleeping Pill Technique to restore his spirit, it would be difficult to continue.

Because the strength of the primordial spirit is there, he cannot carve the words behind it. The only way is to improve the primordial spirit!
"But your Yuanshen is far superior to those of your peers. Few people in the Five Realms can compare with you. Even if you have natural treasures, they will be of limited help to you. How can you improve your Yuanshen without improving your cultivation?"

Yue Ling obviously also saw the crux of the problem.

Zhang Jiuyang now seemed to have fallen into an unsolvable trap.

His Yuan Shen had been enhanced by the Lingguan Heavenly Eye Technique and the Tongming Sword Heart and was already very powerful. If he wanted to continue to improve, he had to break through.

But if he wants to break through, he must first improve his soul so as to complete the key step of enlightenment.

Dead knot.

"I will help you keep an eye out for elixirs that can help your soul, but the hope is slim, because at your current level, the benefits of elixirs are very limited."

"The best way is to practice the secret art of the soul, and the grade of this secret art must be very high, even higher than your heavenly eye..."

Yue Ling felt that the situation was very difficult, but she still said, "Don't worry, there is always a way. If it really doesn't work..."

She slowly raised her eyes, but did not say the second half of the sentence.

"If it really doesn't work, do you want to persuade me to make a heroic move and recite a useless scripture?"

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flashed, and he said the second half of the sentence that she hadn't said.

The so-called "wasting the scriptures" is a helpless act chosen by those who, during the process of pointing out the scriptures, their golden elixir cannot withstand the power of the scriptures and is about to break.

That is, deliberately writing wrong words in the scriptures, causing the power of the scriptures to be greatly weakened, so that the golden elixir can be preserved.

The advantage of doing this is that you can successfully break through to the fifth level.

The disadvantages are also obvious. The spirituality obtained by the golden elixir is limited, and the holy fetus nurtured in the future will be very weak and easily become a stillborn baby. Even if it is successfully born into the world, the supernatural powers obtained will be very limited.

But no matter what, at least there is still a glimmer of hope.

"Is Chunyang Palace going to be completed?"

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly changed the subject and asked.

Yue Ling was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Grandmother is very concerned about your affairs. The construction of Chunyang Palace has not been delayed for a single day, and it should be almost completed now."

Zhang Jiuyang immediately felt relieved and a smile appeared on his face.

"That's good. I feel dizzy now, so I'll take a nap first. Yue Ling, you don't have to guard me, just let A Li out."

"No need, just go to sleep. I'm just rewatching 'The Legend of Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts'."

Yue Ling walked to the window, took out the book she carried with her, lit a candle, and began to read.

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang's calm look, she knew that this guy already had a way to deal with the current problem.

He always has various ways to find new ways and turn misfortune into fortune.

Therefore, Yue Ling was no longer anxious and instead had the leisure to read novels.

Zhang Jiuyang slapped the dragon-binding rope at his waist, and the golden belt flew out automatically, turning into a golden gauze that floated in the void.

He lay on it, with his arms bent and using them as a pillow, in the posture of the Sleeping Dragon Kung Fu, but he did not fall asleep immediately. Instead, he quietly looked at Yue Ling who was reading under the candlelight for a while.

The female general, who was as powerful as thunder, showed a rare trace of tranquility at this moment. Her delicate and pretty face was even more charming under the light.

Even though she had no idea how many times she had watched it, she would still subconsciously clench her fists when she saw something exciting, and watch it with extreme care and concentration.

Zhang Jiuyang watched for a long time before he could no longer resist the growing fatigue and sleepiness, and fell into a deep sleep with the Sleeping Dragon Technique.

In the quiet room, even breathing sounds were soon heard, continuous like a deep valley, faint like a long wind, with precise timing, and one was gradually realizing the wonderful meaning of great tranquility and true emptiness.

Yue Ling couldn't help showing surprise when she heard the breathing sound like a dragon hibernating in a valley.

She looked at the sleeping Zhang Jiuyang. With her keen eyesight, she could naturally tell that he was practicing an extremely advanced and mysterious sleeping skill.

With every breath he took, his mind did not wander and his energy did not leak out. It was as if the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth was attracted by him and continuously flowed into his body with his breathing.

She stared for a long time, then smiled slightly and turned back to reading.

The candle flame burned quietly, drops of lamp oil fell and condensed into lumps on the table, and the night was getting darker and darker.

She didn't feel lonely at all.

In a trance, she seemed to have returned to the time when her younger sister was still alive. At that time, she would practice shooting in front of her younger sister's door every night, and it was the same feeling.

The younger sister was frail and sickly, timid and afraid of the dark. She could only fall asleep peacefully when she heard her younger sister practicing shooting outside. And she would only stop practicing shooting and fall asleep against the willow tree outside with her gun in her arms after hearing the younger sister's even breathing.

The starry night is like water, and the moonlight is bright, just like outside the window now.

……

I sleep alone at noon.

The golden sunlight sprinkled on Zhang Jiuyang's face. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened.

Instead of having the confusion of just waking up, his eyes were full of energy and bright.

The Zhelong skill was very effective in healing injuries. After just one night, the damage to his soul had been basically recovered. He became energetic and in high spirits again.

"Yue Ling——"

He subconsciously called out Yue Ling's name, but found that the room was empty and there was no sign of Yue Ling.

Strange, where did she go?

Zhang Jiuyang stood up and opened the door. The sun was glaring and the sky was cloudless. It was a very bright sunny day.

"To crack an egg, you have to break the shell first. Sister Ming Wang, why did you crush the egg again?"

"Use chopsticks to stir evenly. No, be gentler. The bowl will break..."

"Cooking requires the right temperature. It's too small now. Make it bigger—"

boom!
Suddenly, there was a roar of fire in the kitchen, followed by the sound of an iron pot exploding, then black smoke filled the air and two figures rushed out of the kitchen.

"Sister Ming Wang, why are you so stupid? I won't teach you anymore~"

Little Ali's face was dark, like a tabby cat, and even her pink apron was stained black. She pinched her waist, and only her eyes were still sparkling.

But before she could complain, her ear was lifted up by a hand. Yue Ling was wearing a red slim-fitting robe, with her long hair tied into a high ponytail. She looked neat and capable, full of heroic spirit, and her facial features were extremely handsome, but her snow-white skin was stained with a touch of black soot.

She held the burnt spatula in one hand and grabbed Ah Li's ear with the other. She raised her eyebrows and sneered, "It's obviously your fault for not teaching well, and you still dare to say I'm stupid?"

Ah Li was about to cry out of grievance. When she saw Zhang Jiuyang coming out, she immediately shouted as if she had seen a savior, "Brother Jiu, take care of your wife!"

"Ahem, the child is still young—"

Yue Ling glanced at him coldly.

"If you don't carve jade, it won't become a useful thing. Children should be aborted as early as possible. The earlier the better!"

Zhang Jiuyang quickly changed his tone.

This Ah Li almost made me stand in the corner as well.

However, when he saw the spatula in Yue Ling's hand and the ash on her face, Zhang Jiuyang knew what she wanted to do.

The dignified King Ming, the eldest daughter of the Duke's Mansion, actually used her hands, which were apt to wield swords and guns, to cook for him. Although she failed miserably, she was deeply moved by the kindness.

Zhang Jiuyang walked over slowly.

Yue Ling knew she was in the wrong, so she lowered her eyes and looked at the charred and softened spatula in her hand. She curled her lips and whispered, "Cooking is much harder than practicing martial arts. I can even use the Overlord Spear, but this spatula is really annoying—"

The voice paused.

Zhang Jiuyang stretched out his sleeves to help her gently brush away the pot dust on her face, then took the deformed spatula and said with a smile, "You are good at fighting, but I am good at cooking. Just watch me."

"Actually, I can..."

Although she said no, her body honestly handed over the spatula. It was obvious that this cooking experience had dealt her a heavy blow.

I would rather go in and out of the devil's cave and kill people than stay in the kitchen for a moment.

Zhang Jiuyang rolled up his sleeves, made a Taoist gesture with his hands, blew gently towards the kitchen where black smoke was rising, and muttered something.

"Xuan Guang Xuan Guang, respectfully inform all four directions, those who should leave should leave, those who should come should go. All things have spirits, generations provide for them, the house gods return to their positions, and outsiders give way!"

The next moment, a mysterious light rippled from his fingertips, and then turned into countless crystal points of light, which scattered in all directions of the kitchen and landed on various objects.

Then a magical scene appeared.

I saw that the originally messy things in the kitchen seemed to have life and began to automatically fly to their original positions. In a short while, everything became in order.

Even the fried iron pot is as good as new.

Then an even more magical scene appeared.

Zhang Jiuyang stepped forward and said to the pots, pans, and other kitchen utensils with a smile: "You are already mature kitchen utensils. You must learn to cook for yourself."

The next moment, the kitchen knife automatically cuts the vegetables, the chopsticks automatically beat the eggs, the firewood burns itself, and the spatula is ready to stir-fry.

Oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are eager to try.

This magical scene made Ali's eyes widen.

Kitchen...cooking by yourself?

Even Yue Ling showed a strange look and was very interested. This spell was not very effective in battle, but it was of great help to the life of a cultivator.

"This is called the Xuanguang House Purification Method, a small spell from the Yuding Palace. It is used to summon the house god. Once you learn it, it will be very convenient for your life. I will teach you later."

Zhang Jiuyang looked at Yue Ling and smiled.

"And me, I want to learn too!!!"

Ah Li quickly gathered her hands together.

"Okay, I'll teach you all."

Zhang Jiuyang held Ah Li with one hand and Yue Ling with the other, watching the ingredients flying around in the kitchen, being fried, stir-fried, and cooked. The aroma of food soon filled the air.

Well, it does have some down-to-earth flavor.

Main house.

The table was filled with nine dishes, which smelled delicious and were served with the rice wine that Ali brought back, making it a very sumptuous feast.

Every dish is delicious, just like a chef's.

Xiaoyu is a demon after all. Although she was seriously injured during childbirth, she finally got better after two days of recuperation and was able to get out of bed.

She held the child in her arms and toasted Zhang Jiuyang with tea instead of wine.

I don’t know why, but Zhang Jiuyang always feels that the way she looks at him and Yue Ling is weird.

"My benefactor, I will toast you again. If it weren't for you, my husband would have died in Guifei Ridge long ago, and my child and I wouldn't be alive today. You are the great benefactor of our family of three!"

Zhang Jiuyang didn't hesitate and drank the wine in his glass generously.

"My benefactor, this child was born because of you. Why don't you give him a name?"

Xiaoyu suddenly pleaded.

"give a name to……"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the baby boy in her arms. She was also looking at him. There was curiosity in her clear big eyes. She even reached out her hand to touch Zhang Jiuyang.

However, before his hand touched Zhang Jiuyang, the Dragon Binding Rope and the Evil-Slaying Sword simultaneously sensed the slight demonic aura and trembled slightly.

The little boy was so frightened that he quickly retracted his hand and looked at Zhang Jiuyang timidly.

"Although he is just a skeleton, he still has a human body. His birth was not easy. There may be many ups and downs in the future. I just hope he can always keep a pure heart and be free from worries."

"Just call him Wu You."

Zhang Jiuyang thought about it carefully and gave this special little life a name.

Xiaoyu and Dashachun looked at each other and were very happy. They kept calling their son Wu You and Xiaoyou.

"My benefactor, are you willing to accept Xiaoyou as your apprentice?"

Xiaoyu said with anticipation that as a mother, she had to consider the future of her child. Now she also knew that someone was plotting against the child behind the scenes. The only person she could rely on was the powerful Zhang Jiuyang.

If children can have a benefactor as their teacher, they will have no worries in the future.

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "I have no plans to accept a disciple for the time being. We can discuss this matter later."

After a pause, looking at the worried Xiaoyu, he suddenly smiled and said, "Don't worry, with this Yue Ming Wang here, no one dares to touch your family of three in Jizhou."

Yue Ling glanced at him, sighed helplessly, and said, "Don't worry, I will take care of this matter."

Xiaoyu was instantly overjoyed. As a monster, she knew too well how powerful Yue Ling was. The words "Ming Wang" made countless monsters tremble in fear.

The atmosphere suddenly became joyful and full of laughter.

But at this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded.

"Did you ask for my opinion when you named me?"

The laughter stopped and Zhang Jiuyang's pupils froze.

The baby boy in Xiaoyu's arms sat up at some point, with a strange calmness on his young face, his eyes fixed on Zhang Jiuyang.

……

(End of this chapter)