The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 423: Eight Hidden Techniques, Fighting the Old Monk
The next day, early in the morning.

In the farmyard, a figure stood in the yard, shirtless, revealing soft white flesh, shivering slightly in the cool morning breeze.

Sanbao was sitting in a horse stance, his face flushed red. A wooden stick kept hitting him, leaving a trail of red marks.

The strange thing is that there was no one holding the wooden stick, but the stick seemed to have life and was flying on its own.

Bang bang bang!

Every stick hits the flesh and the key acupoints on Sanbao's body with just the right amount of force, which is exactly the critical value that Sanbao can withstand.

"Hold on. This Immortal Golden Body is the legacy of a great monk from Baiyun Temple. If you can't even endure this little pain, then give up the idea of ​​practicing in Baiyun Temple as soon as possible."

On a locust tree not far away, Zhang Jiuyang was leaning against the trunk, making hand seals with one hand and drinking from a gourd with the other. Seeing that Sanbao was about to give up, he spoke to encourage him.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Sanbao's trembling body stabilized again.

Zhang Jiuyang nodded. He had good willpower and had met the requirements for practicing the Immortal Golden Body.

He had promised the nameless old monk that he would return this magical power to Baiyun Temple, so Sanbao was naturally the best choice.

All things are difficult at the beginning. The practice of the first level of Bronze Arhat is the most arduous, requiring beatings with sticks and boiling medicinal baths. After all, Sanbao is too young, which is why he did not teach him before, for fear that the other party could not bear it.

But after observing for a period of time, he found that he had underestimated the spiritual will of this little monk. The other party's determination to seek the truth was very firm, and his soul was unusually powerful.

So Zhang Jiuyang no longer kept it to himself and taught him this magical power.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Jiuyang put away the seal, and the automatically flying wooden stick fell to the ground and turned into pieces.

"My Lord, the medicine soup is ready~"

Two strange-looking guys jumped in carrying a large bucket of medicine soup. They were in human form, with black faces, hairy bodies, and they stood on their heels. They smiled at everyone they saw.

This is a mountain spirit, also known as Xiaoyang, who was forcibly captured by Zhang Jiuyang using the Jade Tripod Thirty-Six Techniques to exorcise gods and control ghosts.

This monster called mountain elf has a gentle temperament and likes to eat various herbs. Not only will it not hurt people, but sometimes if people get sick in the mountains, they will even give them herbs for treatment.

Zhang Jiuyang brought them here so that he could look for herbs to prepare medicinal soup for Sanbao.

After bathing in the boiling medicinal soup, Sanbao's skin turned red, like a roasted prawn, but with a hint of brass-like luster.

What surprised Zhang Jiuyang the most was that no matter how much pain he was in, Sanbao was always chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice with a look of compassion in his eyes. At such a young age, he was calm and unmoved, and had the temperament of a great monk.

Perhaps it was this innate Buddha heart that allowed him to make rapid progress in his practice of the Immortal Golden Body. After only his first medicinal bath, his body already had a hint of brass-like luster.

His progress was so fast that it was even faster than Zhang Jiuyang's in the past.

After the practice, Sanbao was dressed neatly, and his temperament seemed to have changed slightly, appearing more dignified and majestic.

The mountain spirit bowed to Zhang Jiuyang, then disappeared underground.

"Not bad, it seems that this magical power is very suitable for you. You have memorized the formula of the mental method, and the rest depends on you."

Zhang Jiuyang jumped off the locust tree and landed gracefully, as light as a feather.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, for teaching me. I will practice diligently and will never let this magical power down or bring disgrace to Brother Zhang's reputation!"

There was a hint of excitement in Sanbao's voice.

No matter how intelligent he was, he was only a child of fifteen or sixteen years old after all, and he still yearned for magical powers in his heart.

It’s not that he was unwilling to learn before, but the temple was too small, and even the master didn’t know many spells, let alone such a powerful magical power.

Although he had just started, he felt as if his body was full of power. His strength increased greatly, his tendons, bones and skin became tougher, and even his magic power increased slightly. It was truly amazing!
Zhang Jiuyang touched his little bald head, then looked up at the sky.

It is already the Si hour, close to noon. Normally, the sun should have been high in the sky, but now it is still gloomy and there is no sunlight.

It was as if a layer of haze covered the sky, blocking out the bright sunshine.

"Brother Zhang, the weather is so gloomy and it looks like it's going to rain. Should we still go into the mountains to look for the fisherman master?"

Sanbao said with some worry.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were deep, and a Yin-Yang Tai Chi pattern flashed by, as if he had penetrated the thick layer of dark clouds and saw something above the clouds.

He showed a meaningful smile and said casually, "Of course I have to go. Falling flowers make people stand alone, and light rain makes swallows fly in pairs. It's raining and it's just right to go find that master... and have a good talk."

"But this rain doesn't look like a drizzle..."

Sanbao murmured softly, but when he saw Zhang Jiuyang's figure had gone far away, he hurriedly followed him.

……

In an unknown mountain.

The old monk who was fishing by the green lake slowly opened his eyes. A gleam of brilliance flashed in his cloudy eyes, like the first thunder in the dark clouds.

"Interesting young man..."

His voice was very old, like an old dragon, full of vicissitudes and decay, low, hoarse and lifeless.

"It's rare for Taoism to produce a great figure, but it's a pity... you shouldn't have interfered." He shook his head and sighed, his voice full of sincere regret, and then he gently moved the fishing rod in his hand, and everything around him suddenly changed dramatically.

The originally emerald green grass and trees on the shore began to lose their luster, as if most of their vitality had been taken away by the fishing rod. Even the fish in the water became listless.

The whole mountain became a bit desolate, with withered grass and trees, and a lifeless look.

As for the old monk who was fishing, he was full of energy and looked radiant. His face, which was originally full of wrinkles and age spots, seemed to have become a little younger.

It seemed as if this gentle hook took away the vitality of the entire mountain.

Then the old monk raised his eyes and smiled slightly, and even his voice sounded much younger and no longer so hoarse.

"Since you are here, why don't you go fishing with me? Why hide it?"

As soon as the words fell, two figures gradually appeared, changing from transparent to solid, as if they appeared out of thin air.

The Eight Hidden Earth Techniques of the Thirty-six Jade Ding Techniques!
There was a hint of surprise in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes. The Eight Hidden Arts were the most advanced concealment techniques in the Yuding Palace. Although he brought someone with him, with his current level of cultivation and attainments in this technique, even a sixth-level immortal with a divine eye might not be able to discover any clues.

But the old monk obviously sensed something when he was a hundred feet away, and he drew the vitality between heaven and earth into himself, which could improve his strength and bring his own state to the peak.

Secondly, the lives of people within a radius of hundreds of feet were affected by him, but Zhang Jiuyang had already reached the Taoist level of subduing the white tiger, his body was impermeable, and his aura as still as a mountain just exposed his position.

Even if he didn't show up on his own initiative, there were no secrets left in the eyes of the other party, so it would be better to withdraw the spell openly.

Thirdly, it was a test for Zhang Jiuyang. If Zhang Jiuyang's vitality could be aroused by him, it would mean that he was far from being his opponent. If he could not mobilize him, he would treat him equally.

It has to be said that in this invisible confrontation, the other side had the upper hand.

He cracked his Eight Hidden Earth Techniques imperceptibly, and at the same time, he did it in a lighthearted and unconventional way. The old monk had so much experience in fighting that even Zhang Jiuyang, who had been killing people all the way, was surprised.

What surprised Zhang Jiuyang even more was the old monk's next words.

"I haven't seen the Eight Hidden Earth Arts of the Yuding Palace for a long time. I never thought that there are still descendants of the Yuding Palace alive. This is cause for celebration."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes narrowed. He had performed Yuding Palace's magic many times, but this was the first time that someone had revealed his origins.

You have to know that the Yuding Palace has been destroyed for hundreds of years, and most of its heritage has been cut off. Not to mention being seen in the world, some of them have even disappeared without a trace.

But this old monk revealed the secret in one sentence, which shows his rich experience and mysterious origin.

"I don't know the master's name? How do you know the magic of Yuding Palace?"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly. Although the other party had some tricks and gave people a feeling of being unfathomable, he remained calm and composed, neither humble nor arrogant.

The inheritance of Yuding Palace is just one of his foundations.

The more powerful the old monk is, the more motivated he becomes. After breaking through, Yue Ling has been in seclusion. He just wants to find a powerful opponent to test his current limits.

"name……"

There was a flash of reminiscence in the old monk's eyes, and his temperament became more vicissitudes of life. After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"My name is not worth mentioning. Now I am just a fisherman."

Zhang Jiuyang did not ask further questions, but looked at his fishing rod and smiled, "Heaven and earth are not kind, and treat all things as straw dogs. Master, this fishing is extraordinary. You have taken the vitality of all things in heaven and earth into yourself. You are fighting to the death. This is so domineering, which does not seem like what a Buddhist monk would do."

Zhang Jiuyang's words were like swords, and he took the lead in launching an attack.

Monks are supposed to be compassionate, but you are forcibly plundering the energy of plants and trees for your own use. How can that be called compassion?

"Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs..."

The old monk was shocked when he heard this. He pondered for a long time and looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a strange look in his eyes.

"I never thought that at your young age, you not only have such astonishing cultivation, but also such insights. It's really rare, rare."

After a pause, he smiled and said, "But you are still obsessed."

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

The old monk rubbed his belly and said, "The heaven and earth are not unkind, but they are very kind. You only see that I have attracted the energy of all living beings, the withering of plants and trees, and the suffering of insects and birds, but you cannot see that these dead lives have been liberated by me."

"It is a great merit that you can lend me life. It can eliminate sins, escape cause and effect, jump out of the cycle of reincarnation and hell, and allow me to enjoy the bliss of heaven."

These words were spoken in an extremely arrogant and outrageous tone.

Although they died, it was their merit that they died for me, and they will be able to transcend in the future.

Zhang Jiuyang laughed out loud and said, "Are you trying to tell me that you are the Buddha?"

Apart from the Buddha, he really couldn't think of anyone else who would dare to speak so arrogantly?
Jigong liked to drink alcohol and eat meat. He once said that the chicken he ate would be liberated after entering the five internal organs temple and would not fall into the animal realm in the next life.

Even the legendary Living Buddha Ji Gong only dared to say that he would not fall into the animal realm. How dare this old monk say that he would enjoy eternal bliss in the Western Paradise?
What a loud tone!
Faced with Zhang Jiuyang's questioning, even a famous monk would never dare to say that he was the Buddha, as that would be treasonous.

But the old monk smiled faintly, looked directly into Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, his voice was calm, but the content was like thunder.

“Why can’t I be Buddha?”

(End of this chapter)