The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 400: The Oath of Momoyama
The fourth tip?
Zhang Jiuyang remained silent. He felt a little confused now.

He had previously speculated that Tianzun was Zhuge Qixing, and as he continued to collect clues, he was even 70% to 80% sure.

But now General Yue told him that Tianzun massacred the Duke's Mansion in order to take away the fourth magic bag left by Zhuge Qixing?

Zhang Jiuyang's guess, which had been growing more and more certain, became uncertain again.

If Tianzun is really Zhuge Qixing, then he doesn't need to take the so-called brocade bag, because the things in the brocade bag were written by him, so there is no need to do that.

Unless this secret is special compared to the previous three and is not just a prophecy.

"In those days, Imperial Master Zhuge left behind a total of four golden capsules, but the fourth one was kept secret. The Imperial Master secretly summoned the then head of the Yue family, who was also the eldest son of our ancestor, and made him swear a solemn oath to keep the golden capsule properly and never open it."

"After that, this brocade bag became a secret known only to the head of each generation of the Yue family, and it has been passed down to this day. The place where the brocade bag is placed is the ancestral hall of my Yue family, in the secret compartment under the ancestral tablet."

Zhang Jiuyang frowned and said, "General Yue, when Master Zhuge left this fourth golden bag, didn't he say when it could be opened?"

Yue Shuai shook his head and said, "This is also the strange thing about the fourth treasure bag. For the first three treasure bags, the national master left specific opening times or opening conditions, but for this fourth treasure bag, the national master didn't say anything."

"He just asked us, the Yue family, to guard this item for generations and not to open it without permission."

Zhang Jiuyang seemed to have thought of something and hesitated to speak.

"I have already told you the secrets of the ancestral hall. You are very intelligent and know something about Huangquan. If you have any idea, you might as well tell me directly."

Yue Shuai asked. In fact, he also wanted to know very much about the secret bag that the Yue family had guarded for generations and that had brought about the disaster of the underworld. What was hidden inside it?

Zhang Jiuyang hesitated for a moment and said, "I was thinking, with the wisdom of Master Zhuge, is there a possibility that this brocade bag was not left for the Yue family, but for... Tianzun."

Yue Shuai's pupils trembled.

"Master Zhuge knows that the Yue family has always been loyal and righteous. Every generation is a man of steel and blood who values ​​friendship and loyalty. If you keep the treasure bag, no one will peek at it even after six hundred years. It is undoubtedly the safest place to keep it in the Yue family."

"The reason why I don't say when the brocade bag can be opened is because it will be opened naturally when the Heavenly Venerable arrives."

Yue Shuai was silent for a long time, then quietly clenched his fists so tightly that veins bulged on his arms.

He spoke after a while, his voice a little hoarse.

"I believe in the Imperial Master."

Although he felt that Zhang Jiuyang's analysis made sense, he still chose to believe Zhuge Qixing.

Because if what Zhang Jiuyang said was true, it would undoubtedly be a huge blow to the Yue family, who had been loyal and brave and guarded the secret bag for six hundred years.

Six hundred years of guarding is nothing but waiting for the evil to come.

Those who died in the tragedy at the Duke's Mansion, including his beloved youngest daughter and three sons whom he had high hopes for, all died without a complete body.

Over the years, he had woken up from his dreams countless times in the middle of the night, asking himself, if he had chosen to save the children at the first opportunity, would they have survived?
But he always comes to a conclusion that although he feels heartbroken, he does not regret it.

Because the men of the Yue family are as good as a promise, and because the trust given by Master Zhuge must be related to the rise and fall of the country, it is far more important than the lives of one's entire family.

But if Zhuge Qixing had already calculated the disaster of the Duke's Mansion, but did not warn them at all, and just used them as tools to pass the secret code to the evil spirits, it would be too chilling.

Marshal Yue didn't want to believe it, and couldn't believe it.

Otherwise, their sacrifice and loyalty would seem to be a joke.

Zhang Jiuyang sighed lightly upon seeing this and asked another question.

"General Yue, besides your Yue family, is there anyone else who knows the secret of the treasure bag?"

Tianzun came to the Duke's Mansion, obviously for the lucky bag, and the bloodbath was just a casual act, which means that the other party also knew the secret of the lucky bag.

Following this line, perhaps we can further uncover the identity of Tianzun.

"No more. Even the Zhuge family doesn't know about it, because when Zhuge Yunhu heard about the fourth treasure bag, he was also very shocked."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded, but there was something he didn't say, which he kept in his heart.

In fact, there is another person who knows the secret of the fourth secret bag, and that is Zhuge Qixing himself. But saying this is almost like telling General Yue that Tianzun is Zhuge Qixing.

This is not only too cruel, but also too absurd. No one would dare to believe it.

"I have never told Ling'er these things, because she is too straightforward and impulsive, and I am afraid that she will have wild thoughts."

"Thank you, Marshal Yue, for trusting me and telling me this secret."

Yue Shuai patted his shoulder and said earnestly: "Ling'er is a sharp sword, but this sword is too sharp. If you are not careful, it will hurt people. Xiaojiu, please help her more."

"Only you can be her scabbard and teach her to restrain her edge."

"Especially when fighting Huang Quan, you must not act recklessly, but must plan before you act. If you were not here, I would not trust her to investigate the case alone."

Zhang Jiuyang knew that the reason why the other party was so frank with him and told him the secret that the Yue family had guarded for six hundred years was entirely out of concern and trust for his daughter.

"Please rest assured, General Yue, I will protect her."

When Yue Shuai heard this, he paused slightly, then laughed out loud, feeling very satisfied.

This was the first time in all these years that he heard a man dare to say that he wanted to protect Ling'er, especially since Ling'er had grown up now.

Over the years, he has also found many young talents for Ling'er, but those people, let alone protecting Ling'er, would even tremble with fear when standing in front of Ling'er and being glared at by her.

In Yue Shuai's opinion, a man, no matter how high or low his cultivation level is, must dare to protect the people he cares about. Whether he can do it is one thing, but whether he dares to do it is another.

"Haha, okay, then you agree, okay, okay!"

Commander Yue waved his hand with great vigor and said, "While the commander-in-chief is in custody, you should get married quickly. It's better to do it today than tomorrow. I think we should do it at the end of this month, as it happens to be an auspicious day!"

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned. Marriage?

No, what did I promise?

It seems that the promise between the two of us is not the same promise!

"Get married at the end of the month, and try to have a baby by the end of the year. You're already grown up, and you're investigating such a dangerous case, so you have to leave a bloodline as soon as possible!"

When mentioning this matter, Marshal Yue changed his previous general demeanor and seemed very excited.

Zhang Jiuyang took a deep breath. Getting married at the end of the month and having a child at the end of the year, did they treat him like a donkey pulling a millstone?

"Master Yue, this matter——"

"What did you call me?"

Zhang Jiuyang took another breath and was speechless for a long time.

Yue Shuai glared at him and pretended to be angry: "Why are you so formal? Since I am Yue Ling's father, you can just call me Father-in-law."

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

He suddenly felt as if he had been tricked.

General Yue was not making a choice between Prince Yong and him, but had made the decision long ago. Throwing a family dinner was just a routine. In fact, he was eager to marry his daughter off quickly, fearing that Zhang Jiuyang would regret it.

"No, General Yue, I don't think I'm ready yet—"

"Haha, I asked you before, have you really thought about it and want to know the secret of the ancestral hall? You said you are ready."

"Although the sachet is lost now, the secrets of the Yue Family Ancestral Hall must not be known to outsiders. You said you are ready, which means you agree to be my son-in-law of the Yue Family."

"Man, are you still going to deny it?"

Zhang Jiuyang almost vomited blood. It turned out that General Yue had set a trap for him since then.

Old fox, what an old fox!
"Alas, child, I also know that marrying a wife with Ling'er's temper is a bit unfair to you, but think about it, although Ling'er has a bad temper, she is good at martial arts!"

Zhang Jiuyang: “???” “No, that’s wrong. Although she has a bad temper, her appearance is not bad at all. Apart from anything else, is there any woman in the whole Jizhou who is prettier than Ling’er?”

"It's okay if she has a bad temper, but at least she won't be bullied by outsiders. The women in my Yue family are all protective of their own shortcomings."

"For example, Red Knight, she was also a hottie back then. When we first met, she mistook me for a rapist and beat me up. Her swordsmanship... was really beautiful!"

Zhang Jiuyang was amazed. He didn't expect that the old marshal and his wife had such an interesting experience in the past.

Marshal Yue seemed to be interested. He pulled Zhang Jiuyang to sit down, and then took out a large jar of fine wine from under the table in the ancestral hall. It was aged for fifty years.

"I haven't been feeling well lately. Madam doesn't like me drinking. When I drink, she wants to practice swordplay. After thinking it over, I put the wine in the ancestral hall and drink it secretly here."

Yue Shuai opened the wine jar, poured a bowl for Zhang Jiuyang, and said with a smile: "Don't be surprised, you will understand later."

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

"Come on, today we two won't leave until we are drunk!"

Zhang Jiuyang laughed secretly. It was obvious that Yue Shuai wanted to drink, but was henpecked, so he dragged him into it as a scapegoat.

The two of them drank heavily. The drink was strong, but very enjoyable.

Zhang Jiuyang did not use any profound skills, but simply relied on his strong physique to finish bowl after bowl without changing his expression, which made General Yue praise him again and again.

After three rounds of drinking, Yue Shuai's face was already a little tipsy.

"My dear son-in-law, you must remember that no matter who you suspect the Heavenly Lord is, do not speak out before you have solid evidence, or even if you have enough evidence..."

"Especially don't let Ling'er know. That child... is too straightforward and might not be able to accept it..."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved. It seemed that the reason why Yue Shuai wanted to drink was probably not because he was happy. On the contrary, he was suspicious.

You say you don't want to believe it, but how can you really not care in your heart?
Just pretending nothing happened.

"My dear son-in-law, what are you going to do next?"

Zhang Jiuyang thought for a moment and said, "Two-Faced Buddha."

Although Yue Ling had tried his best to conceal the identity of the Two-Faced Buddha, the commotion that night was too loud, and it was absolutely impossible to mobilize 200,000 Jizhou troops without General Yue's permission.

Others may be able to hide it, but General Yue definitely knows it.

Sure enough, Yue Shuai did not say who the two-faced Buddha was. Instead, he showed a trace of solemnity on his slightly drunk face and said, "The two-faced Buddha is indeed a good choice. He is from Huangquan and may know more secrets of Tianzun."

"But he's also a tough nut to crack. Are you sure?"

Zhang Jiuyang thought about it carefully and said, "I'm sure."

"How much?"

"Seventy percent."

"it is good!"

Yue Shuai raised the bowl and said with a smile: "Then it depends on your ability, my dear son-in-law."

He was also very curious. He himself was helpless against this two-faced Buddha. So how would Zhang Jiuyang pry open the other person's mouth?

He'll wait and see.

The two of them kept clinking glasses, one bowl after another, and soon the jar of wine was empty. Yue Shuai took out the second jar, the third jar...

Zhang Jiuyang stayed with her the whole time, not because he wanted to avoid giving the betrothal gift, but because he saw that Yue Shuai was feeling depressed and wanted to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

“No matter who the Heavenly Lord is, the blood feud of my Yue family must be avenged!”

"Even if it is..."

As they drank more, Yue Shuai became drunk and his face became more obviously intoxicated. He kept shouting the same thing.

"Subdue the barbarians outside, eliminate the demons inside, drive the tigers and wolves from the mountains and rivers, and bring peace to the nine provinces!"

"The Peach Mountain Oath, the Peach Mountain Oath..."

Zhang Jiuyang remained silent. He naturally knew what the Taoshan Oath was.

More than six hundred years ago, three young men witnessed the turmoil in Kyushu and the precarious situation of the people. They swore an oath of brotherhood at Taoshan to bring peace and prosperity to the people of the world.

From then on, the three of them shared joys and sorrows, and overcame all obstacles. Despite countless difficulties and dangers, they never changed their determination.

That was a period of time that countless people yearned for.

The Oath of Taoshan is also the Oath of Taiping. It is a heroic oath that has echoed over the sky of Daqian for six hundred years and has remained enduring.

Historical books say that the three heroes of Qianyuan all worked hard for this oath and fought until the last moment of their lives. Marshal Yue once respected this oath very much, but now, he began to waver.

Drinking to drown his sorrows only made him more sorrowful, and Yue Shuai soon became completely drunk.

……

Outside the ancestral hall.

Yue Ling and her mother came out the door together.

It was already dark, but Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Jiang had not returned yet. The servants said they had entered the ancestral hall.

After finishing her work, Yue Ling came with her mother to look for it.

Even from a distance, a strong smell of alcohol wafted out.

Mrs. Shen's expression suddenly froze.

It's not that she doesn't allow her husband to drink, but her husband has suffered a lot of hidden injuries while fighting on the battlefield over the years, and he must drink in moderation, otherwise it will be detrimental to his recovery.

But this guy, it would have been fine if he had secretly drunk a little in the ancestral hall behind her back, but he actually dared to drag Zhang Jiuyang to drink with him?

"Bring me my sword."

Mrs. Shen raised her eyebrows, and the graceful and elegant look on her face disappeared in an instant. She prepared to stretch her muscles.

"Mom, that's not the case. Dad is just happy. Drinking once is nothing."

Just as Yue Ling was about to say something to persuade him, she heard her father's voice in the ancestral hall, sounding drunken.

"My dear son-in-law, I'll tell you a secret. Ling'er has been restless since she was a child. She's nicknamed Little Tiger. She bites everyone she sees. But one time she bit an iron plate and three of her teeth fell out. She even lisps when she speaks. Hahaha..."

"Oh, there was another time when she was three years old. She hit her head against a rock. Although the rock broke, she was unconscious for three days. She was simply an iron-headed kid, hahahaha..."

Yue Ling's face darkened, the Overlord Spear appeared in his hand, and the tip of the spear drew a crack on the ground.

"Not really, Ling'er, put the gun away quickly--"

"My dear son-in-law, I'm sorry for your hardship. Actually, I understand. You say, who doesn't want to marry a gentle, well-behaved and sensible wife? Ling'er, just follow her mother!"

Mrs. Shen snapped her fingers, and the silver embroidery needle flew out like a silk thread, pierced through the door of the ancestral hall, and shot in.

The next moment, a scream was heard from inside.

"How dare you! Who dares to attack me?"

Madam Shen took the sword handed to her by the maid and sneered.

"Ling'er, let's go together."

Yue Ling: “…”

(End of this chapter)