The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 422: The monk fishes for a dragon, the Taoist draws a tiger

Hearing Sanbao's words, Zhang Jiuyang did not show any surprise, but just looked at him and smiled faintly.

In fact, Zhang Jiuyang just told a lie.

He said that he had calculated a key point using the Liu Yao hexagram technique. This is false. He calculated two things.

One is the stone in the warehouse, and the other is the Three Treasures.

The Three Treasures themselves are the key to this good show.

It’s just that Zhang Jiuyang admired him very much and he didn’t want to say it. Zhang Jiuyang naturally wouldn’t force him, so he simply took him to find the stone first.

"Brother Zhang, actually many people know about this stone, and most of those monks came here for this stone."

Zhang Jiuyang raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He thought of the monks on the street. How could such a small town be flooded with so many monks just because of such a piece of stone?
You know, when he was in Blind Lin’s town, he could hardly see any monks.

This stone must have a story.

"This stone used to be just a piece of bluestone in the town's pond, with no name, but now it is called the Fishing Stone. It all started with an old monk."

Sanbao began to tell the story of the stone.

It turned out that not long ago, a strange old monk came to the town. The monk was dressed simply and unkempt. He looked very old, but he was very agile in his movements.

The old monk did not talk to anyone. Instead, he jumped onto the bluestone beside the pond, holding a fishing tackle and wearing a bamboo hat, and sat cross-legged to fish.

At that time, many people laughed at him and called him a stupid monk, because the pond had dried up. Not to mention fish, there was not even a drop of water to be seen, and he could only fish for air.

Someone asked the old monk how to fish without water. The old monk just smiled, pointed to the red line he had drawn in the middle of the stone, and said, "It's right here."

Everyone burst into laughter, but the old monk was not angry. He closed his eyes and continued fishing.

In this way, day after day, the old monk went without eating or drinking, and fished for three days in a row without moving an inch. Just when people were worried that he would die, an astonishing scene appeared.

Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, dark clouds covered the sky, and then a heavy rain fell.

The rainstorm did not last long, and it stopped after about half an hour. When everyone walked out of their homes, they saw the old monk still sitting upright on the stone, his clothes were not wet, and the pond was already full of water, not more, not less, just up to the red line.

The people thought it was a miracle. This was not just an old monk, but an old immortal!
But when they were about to pay homage, the old monk disappeared, leaving behind only a few words of greeting.

"The stone is not a stone, the water is not water. No one cares about the cause and effect for a hundred years. It turns out that there are no fish in this place."

Zhang Jiuyang slowly recited the words left by the old monk. His intuition told him that this word was probably related to the curse that had hit the people in the town.

This statement is quite profound, but it is confusing and confusing.

But it sounds like this old monk does have some skills. No matter whether he caused the rainstorm or calculated it, he was able to be so accurate, which shows how profound his skills are.

It is in the details that one's skill is most evident.

Many cultivators in the fourth realm can bring about a rainstorm, but making the water level rise to the red line just right is difficult even for cultivators in the fifth realm.

This requires an extremely powerful spirit, and the practice of magic must reach the level of perfection.

Zhang Jiuyang estimated that perhaps Commander Ji, who practiced the Black Water Method, could do it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become more interested.

Even though Commander Ji was captured alive by him, that was because they relied on their large numbers. Even when being besieged by him and Yue Ling, Commander Ji held out for a long time. If it weren't for the Dragon Binding Rope, he might have escaped.

Although Jiuzhou is big, there is only one Black Water Immortal, and he can actually meet one in this small town on the border of Yong and Ji?
"After the old monk left, many monks came here after hearing the news. They thought that if they could comprehend the words left by the old monk, they would be appreciated. Some even regarded that sentence as a test for the old monk to accept him as a disciple. However, when they arrived here, they found that the bluestone had disappeared..."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded, understanding the whole story.

Needless to say, the county magistrate must have realized the value of the stone, so he quickly ordered people to move the bluestone away overnight and put it in his own private warehouse.

At this time, the county magistrate also added: "It is said that Prime Minister Qin likes to collect all kinds of strange stones. I guess the county magistrate wants to hide them and give them away on Prime Minister Qin's birthday so as to curry favor with him..."

"Brother Zhang, actually... I met the old monk again later."

Sanbao showed hesitation on his face, then sighed and said, "I originally promised him that I would never tell this matter to anyone, but if this matter involves the curse on the people, then I can't care much about it."

Monks believe in keeping their promises, but when it comes to the bloodline inheritance of so many people's descendants, he naturally knows what is more important.

"That master called himself Diaosou, and he didn't look like he was from the Central Plains. I was collecting herbs in the mountains at the time, and I ran into him fishing. He took the initiative to talk to me, and we talked about Buddhism for a long time."

"His Buddhist teachings are extremely profound, even my master cannot compare to him. He seems to be guiding me intentionally. However, his Buddhist teachings are not based on the Central Plains Zen Buddhism. I always feel that some of his teachings are too radical."

Sanbao paused here, his eyes a little dim.

When he heard the monster on the shoulders of the people chanting, he thought it was Tantric scriptures. He actually thought of the master at that time, but he didn't want to make malicious assumptions about others.

The master was knowledgeable and open-minded, like an elder who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. He admired his profound wisdom.

Although their Buddhist philosophies conflicted, he still respected the master very much and could only secretly hope that the other party would not be involved in this matter.

"That master likes to give me questions and ask me to think about the answers before I go to him to discuss it. A few days ago, he gave me a question called "What is letting go?" But I have been busy with my medical treatment these days and have not visited him again."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded, looked at Sanbao and smiled, "You are really likable. The hermit master that so many cultivators have been looking for is particularly fond of you. He said he wanted to take you as his disciple."

Sambo never fails to surprise him.

He even suspected that this little monk might be the destined son of this world.

He encounters adventures wherever he goes, and all kinds of experts have a good impression of him.

"Brother Zhang, you are joking. I only want to enter Baiyun Temple to practice Zen Buddhism. I have no interest in Tantric Buddhism. I exchanged Buddhist teachings with Master Diaosou just to learn by analogy and broaden my horizons."

Zhang Jiuyang showed an approving look.

This is the most valuable thing about Sanbao. His heart is so strong that he can remain unchanged even in the face of numerous temptations.

Even though he knew that the old monk was a very powerful master, he remained unshakable, and the only thing he cared about was Buddhism itself.

Even Zhang Jiuyang couldn't do this, because he was utilitarian at heart. He would focus on anything that could enhance his combat power and pay attention to practical results.

"Brother Zhang, is Master Diaosou really the man behind this?"

Sanbao was a little nervous. He admired Master Diaosou's wisdom and Buddhist teachings from the bottom of his heart and did not want such a Buddhist master to do such an evil thing.

Zhang Jiuyang didn't say anything, but walked to the bluestone and reached out to touch the red line.

The red line was drawn by the old monk. It seemed like a casual glance, but he saw something extraordinary. In his eyes, the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram was flowing, and the rhythm of Taoism was generated. The eye between his eyebrows was shining, and there was a fire burning in the sky.

At first, he didn't notice anything wrong, but his intuition told him that something was wrong.

He continued to look, his gaze becoming deeper and deeper, focusing on the red line. Unconsciously, everything around him turned into nothingness.

Suddenly, the still red line seemed to move, as if some ancient creature had awakened from slumber, exuding a vast and desolate aura.

……

Between green mountains and clear waters.

An old monk wearing a bamboo hat was fishing on the shore. The breeze blew his snow-white beard, and every wrinkle on his skin was filled with traces of time.

There was a slight smell of decay on his body, but he was able to blend in perfectly with the vibrant scene around him. He sat there for several hours, and his hand holding the fishing rod did not tremble at all.

From tranquility comes stability, and from stability comes wisdom.

Suddenly, ripples appeared on the water surface, and the old monk's hand finally moved. He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were cloudy, as if he was asleep, but when he looked at the lake, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

I lifted the fishing rod, but there was no fish on the hook.

But he knew that something was...off.

In the silent stagnant water, a powerful big fish appeared at some point and even wanted to compete with the angler.

“An interesting fish.”

The old monk woke up for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a state of deep sleep.

Mountain breeze, flowing water, bird songs, flower fragrance...

He seemed to be one with the nature, attracting a sparrow to fly over and use the hat on his head as a tree to rest temporarily.

However, not long after, a deep roar was heard from the bottom of the water, like a dragon's roar.

The sparrow was frightened and flew away in panic, but as soon as its body took off, its feathers began to age and fall off, losing all its luster. Finally, it fell to the ground with a plop, and its body began to decay at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The old monk was oblivious to all this and even began to snore slightly.

……

In the warehouse, in front of the stone.

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils condensed and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I see……

What a good method! It’s really amazing!
He found that he had still underestimated the old monk. The so-called fishing on the stone and water flooding the red line was just a small test and a trivial skill.

The other party's real means were hidden here...

Even for him, if he hadn't looked at it intently for a while, he would probably have subconsciously overlooked it and missed the truth.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang?"

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang staring at the stone in a daze and not saying anything, Sanbao couldn't help but shout with some concern.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I didn't expect to gain so much this time."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and looked at the red line on the stone with a strange look in his eyes.

He had just come out of retreat and he unexpectedly met such a master, which actually made him feel a little pressured.

The two of them just fought in the air. Although it was only a brief fight, they both felt the strength of the other and neither of them gained any advantage.

He disturbed the other person's fishing rod, and the old monk used the sparrow to warn him.

It is not easy to practice cultivation. After finally practicing to this level, do not take risks lightly, so as not to waste your hard-earned cultivation.

Otherwise, death and extinction are just a matter of days.

If it were any other Six Realm True Person, they would probably be really fearful and hesitate whether to continue to interfere in the matter.

But what the old monk could not have expected was that the person he met today was Zhang Jiuyang.

threaten me?
Now that he has mastered the art of chanting sutras, he can be considered a descendant of the Three Pure Ones and a disciple of Daoist Ancestor. If he were scared away by an old monk today, how would he have the face to see Daoist Ancestor in the future?
The more than 5,000 words of the Tao Te Ching on the golden elixir are wasted!
Thinking of this, Zhang Jiuyang did not get angry but laughed instead. The fighting spirit in his eyes became even higher, and there was even a hint of impatience.

It would be fine if you don't threaten me, but if you dare to threaten me, then try it and see how strong your Buddhist methods are!
"Bring paper and ink!"

At Zhang Jiuyang's command, the county magistrate immediately sent someone to deliver the best rice paper and ink.

"Three treasures to grind ink."

After saying this, Zhang Jiuyang closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he was thinking about something.

Sanbao obediently began to grind the ink. Being a man of extraordinary spirituality, he seemed to have sensed something in the invisible confrontation just now, and his expression was extremely solemn.

After a moment, Zhang Jiuyang took out his Linghu brush, dipped it in ink, and began to paint on the paper.

He painted a huge white-browed tiger with hanging eyes, walking in a 800-mile mountain range. Its fur was shiny and it looked mighty and powerful. Every muscle, spine, shoulder and claw showed great energy and strength.

When the last eye clicked, perhaps it was an illusion, but everyone seemed to hear a domineering tiger roar, like thunder exploding in the valley, making people's eardrums hurt.

What was even more terrifying was that the detectives discovered that as they moved their bodies, the tiger's eyes kept moving, as if it was staring at its prey.

A fear derived from the instinct of life spread in the heart. The timid people even trembled when looking at the painting, having an illusion of suffocation.

"My tiger would be fine without the eyes painted on. But after the eyes are painted on, it will come alive. If no one is watching, it will get out of the painting and look for food."

Hearing Zhang Jiuyang's words, everyone was even more shocked.

"From now on, you will stay in this room and stare at this painting until the sun sets tomorrow. Otherwise, the tiger will come out of the painting, and its favorite prey is corrupt officials."

After a pause, Zhang Jiuyang looked at them meaningfully.

"After tomorrow, I will not report your actions to the imperial court, and the Imperial Observatory will naturally not punish you."

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(End of this chapter)