The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 374: I have been enlightened for eight hundred years, but I have never taken a head with my flying sword

Zhang Jiuyang has gradually figured out the rules of the visualization diagram.

The visualization map has a potential function, which is to protect his soul from being possessed by others. When he first traveled through time, he relied on this to lure Yunniang to possess his body, and then transformed himself into Zhong Kui to kill her.

Now he is doing it again.

As expected, it would have been fine if the White Bone Bodhisattva had just competed with his soul honestly. But when he tried to forcibly convert Zhang Jiuyang to become his believer, Lu Zu's visualization diagram immediately responded.

A vast force surged into Zhang Jiuyang's body, and he seemed to hear the sound of a sword in his ears.

"In the morning I travel to Beiyue and in the evening I travel to Cangwu, with a green snake in my sleeve, showing my courage.

I went to Yueyang three times but no one recognized me. I chanted across Dongting Lake.

A warm and clear voice sounded, with a sense of unruliness, ease and calmness, yet also a sense of righteousness, as sharp as a sword and as smooth as jade.

In a blazing sea of ​​white fire, a Taoist scholar in white appeared. He had a slender neck, a exposed forehead, phoenix eyes, a Chunyang scarf on his head, a long sword on his back, and a whisk in his hand. He had an ethereal temperament.

He just stood there, without revealing any sword energy. He obviously did nothing, but just chanted a poem softly, and the white flames around him retreated three feet as if facing a powerful enemy.

He took a step forward, and the flames retreated a little. No matter how the White Bone Bodhisattva urged them, it was of no use.

Invincible to all evil!

"Who are you?"

The White Bone Bodhisattva suddenly stopped chanting and stared at the Taoist carrying the sword, sensing a great danger.

How did that Zhang Jiuyang suddenly become this Taoist with a sword on his back?
How could this person be able to withstand his Heart Sutra of the White Bone Bodhisattva?
"I am neither a god nor a saint. I am just a Taoist priest who has learned the three-foot sword by chance. My home is in the Chunyang Wanshou Palace."

Lu Zu raised his eyes, chuckled, and gently waved the whisk in his hand.

"Little Bones, don't play with fire."

Boom!

The next moment, there was lightning and thunder in the sea of ​​consciousness, and then heavy rain began to fall, extinguishing all the white flames.

This one skill alone was enough to shock the White Bone Bodhisattva.

You know, this sea of ​​consciousness is equivalent to His dojo, which has innate advantages. This white holy fire is also His innate magical power, which is endless and can burn for dozens or even hundreds of years without being extinguished.

But the opponent can turn passive into active with just a wave of his whisk and call the wind and rain in his dojo. This kind of magical power is simply incredible.

"You can extinguish my fire, but you cannot extinguish the resentment of all living beings. Millions of residual souls, wake up!"

Lu Zu's power obviously made White Bone Bodhisattva feel the pressure, and he began to fight desperately. The world in his sea of ​​consciousness was suddenly filled with ghosts crying and gods howling, as if it had suddenly turned into the Avici Hell.

Birth, old age, illness, death, failure to seek, meetings of resentment and hatred, separation from love, and the excess of the five Yins.

These are called the Eight Sufferings in Buddhism, and are also the sufferings of all living beings.

Resentment rose to the sky. It was the suffering that every life had endured. When it came together, it was almost a boundless sea of ​​suffering.

The White Bone Bodhisattva wants to use this sea of ​​suffering to drag this horrible Taoist with a sword on his back into it, to pollute his spirit, muddy his roots, break his sword, and obscure his mind!

Even an immortal in heaven, once falling into the sea of ​​suffering, may have the three flowers on the top of his head and the five aggregates in his heart cut off, and sink into it.

Wow!

The sea of ​​suffering raised huge waves and drowned Lu Zu.

Seeing that the other party did not resist at all, the White Bone Bodhisattva sneered, no matter how powerful you are, it is impossible to survive the sea of ​​suffering without any harm!
"Won!"

"That Taoist is dead!"

"Kill him, I will eat his soul bit by bit!"

A noisy sound came from the string of skull Buddhist beads worn around the neck of the White Bone Bodhisattva. The skulls strung together actually spoke, shouting that they wanted to eat Lu Zu.

Just then, a soft sigh was heard.

"Stubborn."

The sound was not loud, but it instantly drowned out the waves of the sea of ​​suffering and made every skeleton shut their mouths.

The sea of ​​suffering suddenly split apart automatically, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror and a thousand feet deep.

A slender and tall figure stood proudly, holding a pure yang magic sword in his hand. He had walked through the endless sea of ​​suffering, but his white clothes were not stained by a single speck of ink. The whole person was like a solitary pine tree under the snow.

As for those so-called resentful attacks, they could not shake his sword intent in the slightest.

The Tiandun sword technique can, first, cut off ignorance and worry, second, cut off ignorance and anger, and third, cut off ignorance and greed. It is the supreme wisdom sword supernatural power. Holding this sword, the soul will be like a mountain, like a bright moon, as hard as black steel, and as sharp as a magic sword.

Even immortals did not dare to easily set foot in the sea of ​​suffering of all living beings, but Lu Zu treated it lightly, and even the flowing hair on his forehead was not wetted.

"In the eight hundred autumn years since De Dao, he has never taken anyone's head with a flying sword.

The Jade Emperor's heavenly talisman has not yet arrived, and his goods, black and gold, are floating around the world. "

Lu Zu made a sword gesture with his hands, then threw the sword in his hand, laughed loudly, and said casually: "Little White Bone, try Chun Yangzi's flying sword."

Roar!
As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening dragon roar was heard.

After leaving Lu Zu's hand, the Pure Yang Sword turned into a hundred-foot-long green dragon with flying scales and claws, and flew towards the White Bone Bodhisattva.

It is said that Lu Zu's flying sword technique is very magical. Even if the enemy is thousands of miles away, as long as he tells the sword the name and address of the enemy and recites the spell, the sword will automatically turn into a green dragon and fly to behead the enemy. Not long after, it will return with the head in its mouth.

At this moment, the flying sword magical power appeared in the world, and as soon as it appeared, it surprised the White Bone Bodhisattva.

He swung the skull Buddhist beads around his neck, and the beads swelled in the wind. Dozens of skulls opened their mouths wide, trying to bite the green dragon transformed by the magic sword to death.

However, the sword flashed.

The skeleton Buddhist beads were cut off by a sword, and the skeleton rolled to the ground and fell into the sea of ​​suffering.

The White Bone Bodhisattva tapped the flesh lotus beneath his body again.

The so-called flesh lotus is a lotus throne made of the flesh and blood of a young girl. It looks like a lotus, but if you look closely, you will find that the lotus is actually wriggling like flesh and blood.

It is indeed a very sinister and evil magic weapon.

The lotuses surged, and flesh and blood grew wildly, surrounding the White Skeleton Bodhisattva like layers of scales, and the dirtiest and darkest black blood continued to flow out, forming layers of blood curtains.

This is to defile the Dharma sword. At the same time, the flesh lotus itself has strong defensive properties. Although it is flesh and blood, it is engraved with the image of Vajrabhairava of Tantric Buddhism, making it indestructible and a valuable defensive treasure.

The White Bone Bodhisattva was very confident that he could block this sword.

Even if the founder of the East Sea Sword Pavilion, the innate sword immortal Bai Yunsheng, were alive, he would not be able to easily break his flesh lotus throne.

Unfortunately, he didn't know what the three words "Chun Yangzi" meant.

There was a clang of sword sound, and the sword light illuminated the entire sea of ​​consciousness, and also illuminated the astonishment on the face of the White Bone Bodhisattva. The flesh lotus was cut open by the sword, and it was as brittle as paper. The White Bone Bodhisattva put his palms together, trying to clamp the Pure Yang Sword, but his hands were cut off by the sword energy as soon as he raised them, and fell to the ground and scattered into a pile of bones.

With a swish sound.

A huge and ferocious head fell down, was bitten by the Azure Dragon, and flew back to Lu Zu.

"Chun Yangzi, I will remember you——"

The head of the White Bone Bodhisattva was still struggling in the dragon's mouth, but as the dragon's mouth closed, everything came to an abrupt end.

Billions of sword energies chopped off his head like a storm, completely turning this incarnation of the true spirit into powder, without even a trace of it left.

A seemingly grand battle ended so easily in the hands of Lu Zu.

From beginning to end, He only struck out with one sword, and that was enough to decide the outcome.

No matter what magic weapon the lotus is or what supernatural power the sea of ​​suffering is, none of them can withstand this casual sword strike. If gods stand in the way, gods will be killed; if Buddhas stand in the way, Buddhas will be killed.

The ancestor of swordsmanship in the world!
Patriarch Chunyang flicked his sleeves lightly, and the magic sword automatically returned to its sheath, making a crisp sword sound. The sword energy that was as vast as the sea just now disappeared in an instant, without a trace, without a single leak.

He held a whisk in his hand, and his body turned into a point of light and slowly disappeared, turning into the appearance of Zhang Jiuyang again.

And in Zhang Jiuyang's sea of ​​consciousness, the visualization picture that was originally empty, once again showed the portrait of Lu Zu, as if the immortal had escaped from the painting and returned again after defeating the demon.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at his hands, feeling a little excited.

Was that Lu Zu’s Tiandun sword technique and flying sword technique just now?

This is the true pinnacle of kendo!

He had read all the sword manuals in the Sword Pavilion and seen many exquisite sword techniques. He thought that it was already a mountain in the way of swordsmanship, but now it seems that compared with Lu Zu's swordsmanship, it is just a small mound.

After meeting Kunlun today, Zhang Jiuyang’s horizons in swordsmanship were broadened.

Moreover, this experience also proved that his previous idea was feasible.

If he wants to completely engrave the "Tao Te Ching" on the golden elixir, he must learn Lu Zu's Tiandun sword technique and transform his soul into an indestructible sword!

By then, I believe he will be able to complete the training in one go and break through to the fifth level!

And because he ordered the "Tao Te Ching", he will definitely have different gains, which may even be the biggest gain he has ever had since his practice!
Just now, Lu Zu appeared in a magical form to subdue the devil and deliberately fell into the sea of ​​suffering. He was not trying to show off the power of the Tiandun sword technique, but was trying to show it to him and point out the way for him to practice.

Tell him not to rush to learn the scriptures, but to learn the Tiandun sword technique first.

Although Lu Zu did not say it explicitly, Zhang Jiuyang understood.

Due to certain rules, the gods and Buddhas could not help him openly, but they were actually trying their best to give him guidance secretly, as was Wang Lingguan and Lu Zu.

Maybe it was the same for Tianshi Zhong Kui, but he had just traveled through time and was distracted, so he ignored many details and could not understand the elegant meaning of the music.

"Thank you, Emperor Chunyang!"

Zhang Jiuyang bowed, feeling secretly grateful and at the same time having a sense of intimacy.

As expected, the people from my hometown are the closest to me.

With this group of "fellow villagers" around, he has the courage and confidence to move forward in this strange world full of demons and unpredictable circumstances.

"Zhang Jiuyang!"

Suddenly, he heard a distant call in his ears. It was Yue Ling's voice. He thought that since he was fighting here and there was no response, the other party must be waiting anxiously outside.

He was about to leave here, but suddenly his eyes focused and he saw something in a corner of the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

After the sea of ​​suffering receded, a small cage was revealed with a white talisman attached to it.

The soul of a little baby boy was locked in the cage. At the moment, he was curled up in a corner of the cage, sobbing softly, with helplessness written all over his face.

When he saw Zhang Jiuyang, he suddenly shrank his body and showed fear.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes swept over him and found many signs of abuse. It seemed that the White Bone Bodhisattva had imprisoned him here and tortured him constantly in order to completely tame him.

Wu Youcai is the soul that was born and raised in this body. Even if the White Bone Bodhisattva forcibly occupied his sea of ​​consciousness, he would not dare to devour it rashly. The best way is to torture him until he collapses.

"Wu You."

Zhang Jiuyang whispered his name.

He didn't have much hope at first, but after hearing the name, the little baby boy actually raised his head and looked at him timidly.

As if he knew that was his name.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, then stretched out his hand to take off the talisman, but found that there was a magical power attached to it.

With a flash of golden light all around him, Zhang Jiuyang forcibly took off the talisman.

The next moment, the talisman suddenly ignited with white flames, and a white bone image faintly emerged, exactly the same as the previous White Bone Bodhisattva, but its size was greatly reduced.

Zhang Jiuyang was not worried. This was not the White Bone Bodhisattva's original spirit, but just a magical power that could not compete with him at all.

Otherwise, Lu Zu would not have ignored it.

"Zhang Jiuyang, you have many more secrets. I will keep an eye on you, but I also want to remind you that you have attracted their attention. Hide well before I catch you. Don't let them catch you..."

The white bones made a sound and looked at Zhang Jiuyang with an extremely hot gaze.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly. Who are they?

Whose attention have you attracted?
"Finally, Zhang Jiuyang, don't think you have won this time. Although my soul is no longer here, the child will always have the curse I left on him, and it will accompany him for the rest of his life!"

"Until one day, he will come to me, kneel at my feet, and be eager to become my vessel!"

"Either you kill him now and destroy his soul. No one will see it anyway, and no one will expose your hypocritical face. Or... one day, I will come again!"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and smiled when he heard this, saying, "Don't be tempted. People of my generation who practice Taoism value having a clear conscience. I'm telling you, I won't kill you, and you don't have to come, because one day..."

"I will find where you are and then kill you. Descend? That will be my Descend. Cherish the time you are still alive."

It seemed that this was the first time that the White Bone Bodhisattva encountered a mortal who was more arrogant than him, and he was stunned when he heard this.

After a long time, he sneered and stopped refutation. Instead, he clasped his hands together, sat cross-legged, and said some incomprehensible words before this wisp of magic power completely dissipated.

"All the Buddhas, dragons, elephants, and living beings, cows and horses, will turn into white bones on the day of the Dark Sky."

"Zhang Jiuyang, that day is not far away."

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(End of this chapter)