The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 410: The Old Man in the Painting, Slaying the Evil and Transforming

Three days later, another heavy snow fell.

Zhang Jiuyang walked on the soft snow and stretched his aching lumbar spine.

During these three days, I have been practicing with Yue Ling a lot.

Of course, it wasn't just because of the chat with the Moon Goddess three days ago, but mainly because he realized that after Yue Ling learned that the Heavenly Venerable was most likely Zhuge Qixing, he pretended to be calm on the surface, but actually kept his emotions bottled up in his heart.

Some people vent their emotions by drinking and getting drunk, but Yue Ling is different. She likes fighting, and the more intense it is, the more she can vent.

It's all in the gun.

So Zhang Jiuyang played a few games with her to her heart's content. Yue Ling's condition obviously improved a lot, and she has slowly accepted the fact that Tianzun might be Zhuge Qixing.

After all, she is Yue Mingwang, the most ruthless man in the Imperial Observatory. Even if the mountain she once revered collapses, she can still stand up straight and be as strong as a pine tree.

His determination is firm and he never gives up.

It was that Dragon-Tiger Overlord Spear, which was so powerful that Zhang Jiuyang was no longer the same as before. Even when facing Commander Ji, who was known as the Black Water Immortal, he could hold his own for a short time. But after three days of fighting, his waist was almost broken.

His strength is as great as that of a mountain and his courage is as unmatched as the world.

Zhang Jiuyang was beaten so hard that he even had the urge to escape from the marriage.

He stretched his muscles and did a set of Zhongli Eight-Section Brocade under the rising sun. He had already practiced this health-preserving and body-building technique to the highest level. It could no longer strengthen his body, but it was still very comfortable to do it occasionally.

My waist doesn’t hurt anymore.

After finishing the Eight-Section Brocade, Zhang Jiuyang casually took off his hairpin and looked at the pale golden light on the Sword of Evil-Slaying. A hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

A wisp of light golden incense power jumped and poured into the Sword of Evil-Slaying, adding a touch of gold to the originally red sword body.

There are already seven golden stripes like this.

These days, Zhang Jiuyang was not always beaten. Every night, he would use the divine function of the visualization map to help some devout believers, and all the divine power he obtained was given to the Sword of Slaying Evil.

Now the pure yang energy on the sword is becoming more and more intense, and its power is increasing day by day.

Zhang Jiuyang was very much looking forward to what amazing transformation would happen when it was completely dyed golden by the incense power of Emperor Chunyang.

You know, when there was only a golden ray, the Evil-Slaying Sword cut through the Rock Sword, which was known for its solidity.

During the sparring with Yue Ling these past few days, the performance of the Evil-Slaying Sword became increasingly impressive, and it could even compete with the Overlord Spear.

That is the peerless magic weapon that has been passed down in the Yue family for hundreds of years!
"Xiaojiu, come on, try the clothes and see if they fit you."

Mrs. Shen came with a brand new set of clothes, smiling very kindly, and urged Zhang Jiuyang to try on the new clothes she had made.

It was a Taoist robe for keeping warm. The fabric was mixed with cotton and fox fur. It felt very soft and comfortable.

"I planted this cotton myself, and my father-in-law made the fox fur. Go and try it out. Don't get cold in this heavy snow!"

Zhang Jiuyang showed a bitter smile.

There is a kind of coldness, which is when your mother-in-law thinks you are cold.

He had already reached the state where he was immune to cold or heat. Not to mention the heavy snow in Jizhou, he would not feel cold even if he slept naked in an ice cave.

Especially since he has the Jade Pivot Heavenly Fire to protect him.

Of course, he was also very touched by Mrs. Shen's concern.

After a moment, he put on the soft and comfortable Taoist robe and walked in the snow again, and suddenly he felt a different feeling in his heart.

Mrs. Shen's eyes lit up.

Zhang Jiuyang had a tall and slender figure, very well-proportioned and handsome. She didn't want him to look bulky, so she only used a small amount of cotton and specially sewed fox fur.

Now it seems that this decision was absolutely correct.

In the midst of the wind, snow and the rising sun, there stood a vigorous and handsome young man. He was wearing a light blue Taoist robe with a thin collar, which made his already handsome features look even more graceful. His long hair was as black as ink, with light snowflakes falling on it, making it clearly black and white, and he looked elegant and otherworldly.

Mrs. Shen became more and more satisfied the more she looked at it, and nodded repeatedly.

"We are too rushed this time. I will make you a whole set of new clothes at the end of the year so that you can have a good New Year."

"Actually, there's no need to go through so much trouble—"

"As the saying goes, a son-in-law is half a son. I don't have any sons anymore, and you've been an orphan since childhood. From now on, you can consider this place your home."

Madam Shen straightened his sleeves and collar and said with a smile: "Xiaojiu, I know you and Ling'er are doing something very dangerous. I won't stop you. I just want you to know that the Yue family is your retreat at any time." "There is also an old man and an old woman here who will wait for you to come back during the New Year."

Zhang Jiuyang looked at Madam Shen deeply. At this moment, he finally understood why Marshal Yue respected Madam Shen so much.

Her broad-mindedness and sincerity made Zhang Jiuyang feel very warm in his heart.

No wonder she was able to raise a daughter like Yue Ling who is so brave and upright.

"Of course, it would be best if you could bring us a grandson or granddaughter when you come back..."

Zhang Jiuyang's face twitched. It would be better if there was less pressure to get married or have children.

"By the way, we'll be getting married at the end of the month. According to the rules, your parents and relatives should come to your house to exchange horoscopes and make an engagement. However, your situation is special, so we can skip all of that. Let's be less formal and do it the way you like."

Mrs. Shen paused and asked, "Xiaojiu, do you have any requirements for the wedding at the end of the month?"

Hearing this question, Zhang Jiuyang thought about it seriously and then made a request.

"I want to invite a group of special people. Is that ok?"

……

After Mrs. Shen left, Zhang Jiuyang looked at her back, feeling quite emotional.

Before he knew it, it was time for him to get married. Although he kept saying that it was pretend, it was just an excuse that they both tacitly agreed upon.

Otherwise, with Yue Ling's personality, she would have found a way to escape the marriage or used official business to delay it.

But this time, she said nothing. Unlike her usual tough and domineering attitude, she acted as if she was forced by her parents and had no choice but to bow her head and compromise.

It’s a pity that my grandfather couldn’t see my happy day.

In his past and present lives, Zhang Jiuyang has only one close relative in his heart, and that is his grandfather who raised him since he was a child.

Even the visualization diagrams are my grandfather’s relics.

If my grandfather saw me getting married and starting a family, he would definitely be very happy.

Zhang Jiuyang stood quietly in the snow for a long time. He picked up a branch and began to paint on the snow.

His painting skills became more and more advanced, and every stroke was vivid and lifelike, as if his imagination was running wild.

Soon, a kind face appeared on the snow, with snow-white hair and smiling eyes, as if he was a fisherman fishing by the river, or an old man telling stories by the bed on a summer night.

With his innate magical powers, the old man in the snow painting began to laugh, as vivid as a living person.

"Grandpa, I'm getting married."

"My grandson's wife is very beautiful, but a little fierce. But it doesn't matter. She is kind and upright. If you meet her, you will definitely like her."

"Grandpa, since you have a visualization map, you must have many secrets."

"If you are still alive and can hear what your grandson is saying, please turn into a butterfly and land on my shoulder at the wedding..."

The old man in the snow painting was still just smiling, without any further reaction.

Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly and smoothed the snow painting with a flick of his sleeve.

No matter how good the supernatural powers are, they are just fake.

"Goodbye, Grandpa."

……

His figure gradually went away until it disappeared in the wind and snow, but he did not notice that a gust of north wind blew and snowflakes flew.

The snow painting that he had wiped away reappeared. The old man in the painting slowly put away his smile, his mouth opened and closed, as if he was saying something, but no sound came out.

After a long time, the old man seemed to sigh and stared in the direction where Zhang Jiuyang left, his eyes deep.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and the snow painting completely disappeared, leaving the snow clean and tidy, pure white like jade.

It was as if nothing had happened.

……

(End of this chapter)