The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 393: The power of incense, a tiger is coming?
In the sea of ​​consciousness, Zhang Jiuyang's soul slowly flew out from the visualization picture, with excitement in his eyes.

Just now, through the visualization diagram of Lu Zu, his soul resonated with the statue of Lu Zu in Chunyang Palace thousands of miles away, creating a mysterious resonance, and then he transformed himself into Lu Zu and appeared in the temple!

This is an experience I have never had before!

He seemed to have discovered a new ability to visualize pictures!

Zhang Jiuyang calmed himself down and reviewed it carefully again. He felt that the emergence of this ability was also related to the continuous strengthening of his Yuan Shen.

Because there had been a Lingguan Temple in the past, but he was unable to communicate with the statue of Wang Lingguan through visualization pictures at normal times. Only when he asked the god to descend could he communicate by force with the vast divine power.

This time, it was because his own spirit was strong enough that the visualization picture responded actively.

Honestly speaking, this ability is very useful to Zhang Jiuyang. By showing his power in front of others, he can quickly accumulate incense and thus speed up the process of obtaining inheritance.

For example, after he showed his divine power just now, the number of incense offerings to Chunyang Palace suddenly increased dramatically, and the people became more pious.

In addition to the ability to show his divine power from a distance, Zhang Jiuyang also discovered a benefit.

He lightly raised his fingertips, from which ripples of pure incense power emanated; if one put one's ear close, one could even hear the devout prayer.

"I beg Master Lu to cure my tuberculosis. I have elderly parents and young children to take care of. I am really at my wit's end. Please bless me..."

This was the prayer of the middle-aged man. Later, he paid for the small dumplings and was cured of tuberculosis by Zhang Jiuyang.

After the incense power made a circle in the visualization diagram, it actually flew out again, and turned into light gold, extremely pure.

As Zhang Jiuyang's mind moved, it appeared on his fingertips, spinning and flowing like a light golden ribbon.

He had a vague premonition that the power of the incense had been completely controlled by him and had become his.

Moreover, this is no longer ordinary incense power, but the divine power of incense that has been transformed through the visualization diagram. It contains certain characteristics of Emperor Chunyang and has infinite uses.

If you want to gain supernatural power, you must first do your job well.

A glimmer of enlightenment emerged in Zhang Jiuyang's mind. As a god, if he wanted to obtain the power of incense, he had to fulfill the believers' prayers first.

Take incense from others and help them eliminate disasters.

Of course, it is not that the gods will do everything. If the request is too greedy, or it is a prayer from an unrighteous person, then the karmic power of the incense will be too heavy, and the gods will not agree.

Another reason is that the believers’ prayers are so numerous and diverse that even the gods may not be able to hear them all.

Just when Zhang Jiuyang's soul merged with Lu Zu's visualization diagram, he heard dense prayers, which made him feel overwhelmed and dizzy.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the visualization diagram has made certain requirements on the strength of his soul, and it is only now that he has barely met the standard.

Of course, even the immortals and Buddhas with extremely powerful spirits cannot hear the prayers of every believer, but Zhang Jiuyang discovered a pattern: the more pious a person is, the louder their voice is, and the easier it is to be heard.

For example, the voice of the sick middle-aged man was very eye-catching, which made Zhang Jiuyang notice him at once.

It's just that he doesn't like to meet other people's requests unconditionally, so he deliberately disguised himself as an old man to sell dumplings to test his kindness.

Those who are greedy for small gains often miss the real opportunities. Only those who are kind-hearted are worthy of being saved by Lu Zu.

Slowly opening his eyes, Zhang Jiuyang felt a little tired.

It seems that with the current strength of his soul, he cannot do too many things like this, and he cannot appear to solve problems every time, as that would consume too much energy.

Is there a shortcut, like hiring someone to do things for you?

You know, which of the powerful gods and Buddhas in the temple doesn't have many capable subordinates? So there's no need to do simple things personally.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiuyang suddenly had an idea and remembered the two chosen workers.

The successors of Jiange, Pei Qianhuo and Pei Qingchi!

The two of them are a perfect match. It seems that I should find an opportunity to recruit them to serve as temple priests.

"Brother-in-law?"

"Is there something wrong with your practice? Do you want me to contact my sister immediately?"

Yue Lin saw that Zhang Jiuyang looked a little dazed, and couldn't help but shout out, with some worry in his eyes.

His sister once told him that the higher one's cultivation level, the more cautious one becomes, because a small mistake could potentially destroy a towering building.

Cultivation is a path that goes against the will of heaven, and the higher you go, the more dangerous it becomes.

Zhang Jiuyang came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It's okay, in fact, I was not practicing just now, but went to Yangzhou."

Yangzhou?

Yue Lin had an expression that said, "Don't look at me because I'm weak, but I'm not stupid."

Yangzhou is tens of thousands of miles away from here, but it only took a cup of tea. How is it possible to go back and forth?
Unless you are in the ninth realm and become an immortal!
Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly, said nothing, stood up and continued walking forward.

Seeing this, Yue Lin hurriedly followed.

"Brother-in-law, wait for me!"

"This tiger monster is really heavy. Let's find a place to put it first, and then go buy gifts for the lady and my mother."

"No need, I've already bought it."

"Ah? Brother-in-law, you don't mean to say that you just went to Yangzhou to buy Baoying pears, right?"

"clever."

"Haha, brother-in-law, you are so funny!"...

Jizhou, Duke’s Mansion, Yingsong Pavilion.

Duke Dingguo Yue Jiang had already prepared a family dinner and was waiting while reading a military book.

Although Marshal Yue was only in his sixties, he looked like he had a head full of white hair. He was very burly, with a tough face and bright eyes. Even when he was reading, he was filled with an invisible sense of oppression.

That is the demeanor of a great commander who commands thousands of troops and conquers the battlefield.

In particular, he is a fifth-level cultivator with extraordinary martial arts and a very powerful aura. Even with a head full of white hair, one can still make people feel the raging energy and blood rushing towards him, like a furnace, like the sun, extremely powerful.

This is the pillar of Daqian guarding the northern border. It is his existence that stops the fierce and brutal Northern Liao cavalry in the Tongtian Mountains.

Use the power of one state to resist an entire country, and do so for decades.

With this legendary figure in charge, the younger generations at the banquet did not dare to act presumptuously. They all lowered their heads and dared not even breathe.

Even the Yue family relatives who were uncles and aunts felt very restrained at this moment.

There are only two exceptions.

One was the mistress of the Yue family, Shen Hongxia. Madam Shen was sitting next to her husband. She was dressed simply and had a beautiful face. She was not wearing any makeup but had her own charm. She was embroidering by herself, actually mending a piece of clothes. From time to time, she raised her eyes and looked outside the door.

The other was a man in gorgeous clothes with an elegant face. He was playing with a jade ring in his hand with a playful smile on his face.

Marshal Yue was strict in military discipline and disliked extravagance and waste. Everyone in the Duke's Mansion dressed very simply, even the mistress Shen Hongxia wore plain clothes.

But this man was wearing gold and silver, and his clothes were extremely gorgeous. Not only was he calm under Marshal Yue's momentum, he even sat at the head of the guests, and it was obvious that he had a very high status.

After an unknown amount of time, the man in fancy clothes smiled faintly and said meaningfully, "Duke Dingguo, it is well known in the capital that it is difficult to invite someone with a huge sum of money. But I didn't expect that Zhang Jiuyang... would be so difficult to invite as well?"

"It's been half an hour, and they haven't arrived yet. I don't think that you, the Grand Marshal of Jizhou Army, are taken seriously by that kid."

The voice was smiling and seemed to be just a joke, but anyone could hear the intention to add fuel to the fire.

Marshal Yue paused slightly as he was turning the pages of the book, but did not speak.

Madam Shen calmly stopped her sewing, smiled gracefully, and said, "The commander-in-chief also knows that my daughter is hard to hire. Who can predict her temper? Once she gets busy, she won't give face to anyone. Maybe she has taken Zhang Jiuyang somewhere now."

"I will apologize to the commander-in-chief on behalf of my daughter."

These words were neither humble nor arrogant, but polite and courteous, and they put all the blame on Yue Ling, clearing Zhang Jiuyang of any connection.

The man in fancy clothes who was called the commander-in-chief had a flash of displeasure in his eyes, but he did not show it.

It seems that Madam Shen prefers Zhang Jiuyang, which is not good. He knows clearly how important Madam Shen is in Marshal Yue's heart.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, his expression suddenly changed and he said in a stern voice: "There is an evil spirit!"

Everyone at the banquet was surprised. Is there an evil spirit in the Duke's Mansion?
"This evil spirit... seems to be from a mountain!"

The commander-in-chief stood up, took a deep breath, and instantly opened his eyes. His expression became extremely solemn, as if he was facing a powerful enemy.

Wow!

The two words "Tiger" were like a huge rock smashing into the water, creating a huge splash.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

In recent years, the tiger king has been the king of Tongtian Mountains, often sending monsters down the mountain to eat people. Sometimes he also helps the Northern Liao army to move south, casting a shadow over the entire Jizhou.

In Jizhou, the tiger’s reputation as a fierce beast is such that it can even stop children from crying at night.

So when they heard that the tiger had arrived, everyone at the banquet became panicked and drew their swords, causing chaos.

At this moment, a voice rang out, sonorous, powerful, and steady like a mountain.

"What are you panicking about? Be quiet."

Marshal Yue put down his military book, slowly raised his head, and looked around with his pair of tiger eyes, making many people lower their heads in shame.

"Many of you are leading troops. You should know that a general should remain calm when facing thousands of arrows. You are scared like this by a mountain beast. Don't even think about being a soldier in Jizhou in the future."

His voice was not loud, but it was deafening and echoed clearly in everyone's ears.

In an instant, the panic in everyone's hearts disappeared. Looking at the burly figure who was as still as a mountain and sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, they felt at ease.

It seems that as long as the Marshal is there, there are no hurdles that cannot be overcome and no battles that cannot be won.

"It can't be Shan Jun. If he comes to the Duke's Mansion, he will be courting death. I am not afraid of him coming, I am only afraid of him not coming."

"Please take a seat, everyone. I think the guests have arrived."

Everyone sat down in disbelief, and then heard the servants outside screaming, as if they had seen something horrible.

Some people gripped the knife handles tightly and sweated with nervousness.

At this moment, a huge figure was thrown into the hall. It was a dead white tiger monster, with evil spirit and murderous aura rising to the sky.

"Dad, Madam, Mom, I'm so tired!"

Yue Lin came in sweating profusely and said excitedly, "This is Shanjun's son, who was killed by my brother-in-law. My brother-in-law said he would give it to my father as a gift!"

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(End of this chapter)