The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 428 Zhang Jiuyang's Flying Sword Cuts the Golden Body
Between heaven and earth, there were bursts of dragon roars, but they were actually mournful cries.

In a moment, the stone dragon's neck was bitten off by the white tiger, and it turned into dragon energy and dissipated between heaven and earth. The wooden dragon had its head cut off by a sword and was burned to ashes by Zhang Jiuyang's external incarnation.

Clang!
The Evil-Slaying Sword soared into the sky, shattering all the thunderclouds in the sky, and golden sunlight poured down.

The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the clouds dispersed.

The people of Shigu Town were finally saved and cried out as if they had survived a calamity. The monsters on their shoulders also lost their hostility and began to recite Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

Roar!
The white tiger fell down, and although it defeated the dragon vein, it was also covered in blood and wounds. Its originally shiny and bright fur was now covered in bloodstains.

Even his left eye was blinded, dug out by the dragon's claws, and the eyeball disappeared, which shows how fierce the battle was.

But it did not look miserable at all. Instead, it looked powerful and energetic, and its murderous aura was even more terrifying.

"Tiger, tiger..."

The county magistrate and the detectives were so frightened that they stood there like wooden chickens, unable to utter a word for a long time.

What the Taoist said turned out to be true. The tiger really escaped from the painting and even defeated a golden dragon that flew out of a stone...

Although the county magistrate held a low-ranking position, he had seen some of the world. He knew that he had met a great figure in the spiritual world today, a living immortal.

I felt nervous and excited.

Perhaps, this is also his chance and fortune?

If I could be valued by that living immortal, even if I just served him tea and water, or held his horse's stirrups, it would be better than being a small official!

Thinking of this, his eyes rolled and he mustered up the courage to say, "Master Tiger..."

Roar!
Before he could finish, the white tiger roared, opened its bloody mouth, and bit the county magistrate to death. Then it bit to death all the constables and clerks who oppressed the people every day and colluded with them. Even though it was injured, its movements were still as fast as lightning.

The White Tiger Star is extremely murderous and hates corrupt officials the most. It could smell that familiar stench from a long distance away.

After eating and drinking, the white tiger suddenly leaped into the painting.

Before the painting, it stood proudly among the mountains, full of energy. Now it has returned from a fierce battle, its hair stained with blood, and it is perched on a bluestone. Its roar shakes the mountains and forests, as if it is the return of a king.

When he casually raises his eyebrows, he feels as powerful as the wind from thousands of miles away.

He walks on leaves and patrols the mountains, never leaving his origin. His spirit is always clear and all beasts take refuge in him.

The White Tiger in a Thousand Mountains painting after slaying the dragon is more magical than before. Even if the tiger is curled up in sleep, it is still hard to look at and it is shocking.

puff!
Above the green waves, the Sword of Slaying Evil flew out from the water surface, and the monstrous sword energy was hidden inside like melting ice and snow. The red-gold sword light became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a sword-shaped hairpin, which was inserted diagonally into Zhang Jiuyang's long hair.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes swept through the bloody warehouse with a very calm expression.

He would not have a single sympathy for these despicable corrupt officials. You know, many of them are not locals and do not have monsters on their shoulders.

But their evil deeds are a hundred times worse than those of the cursed people of Shigu Town.

These people are evil from the bottom of their hearts, and cursing them is simply too kind.

Zhang Jiuyang will not let any of them go.

"I lost this battle. Master Zhang is really capable. He is indeed better than his teacher. I admire him."

After the dark cloud dissipated, Venerable Gesang frankly admitted his failure.

There was still room for maneuver in the fight between the two. One side made it rain, while the other side stopped the rain. Eventually, the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, so naturally Zhang Jiuyang won.

But Zhang Jiuyang didn't look happy.

"Does Your Excellency look down on me?"

"What does Master Zhang mean by this?"

"You didn't use your full strength, and I'm afraid you didn't even use 50% of your strength. Do you think I'm not worthy of being your opponent?"

Zhang Jiuyang possessed the power of the Tiandun sword and his soul was extremely powerful. He felt an inexplicable sense of oppression from Venerable Gesang, and the opponent's strength was definitely more than that.

Just now he was extremely alert, ready to attack with his real body at any time, bursting out all his fighting power to fight the opponent head-on.

But to his surprise, Venerable Gesang finally gave up and even gave up his dragon fishing rod.

"It's not that I look down on you, sir, but I'm old now, and I'm not that keen on fighting and killing anymore."

Zhang Jiuyang frowned, this was definitely fake. Through the previous conversation, he could feel that although Venerable Gesang was old, he had the ambition to swallow the sky, and his words were not that respectful to the Buddha.

Moreover, the other party was very murderous and killed all the people in the town without any mercy.

"I am old. Even if I use all my strength to defeat you, I will lose my own strength. If I get injured, I may even shorten my lifespan. So why is Master Zhang still pressing me?"

Zhang Jiuyang remained silent.

The other party seemed to be very sincere in what he said, but he always felt that something was not right. The contrast between the other party's behavior before and after was too great.

“But Master Zhang, you can save them temporarily, but you can’t save them forever. It may seem like you are merciful, but it will only make them continue to sink into pain and despair until they become extinct.”

"Sanbao, one day, when you hear their painful groans and see their miserable experiences, you will regret bringing Master Zhang to see me today."

Sanbao thought of that scene and wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say for a moment.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang's voice rang out, as loud as iron.

"The one who tied the bell must be the one who can untie it. Since this curse is so great that it can only destroy the whole world, if we kill him in the future, the curse will naturally dissipate."

Sanbao's heart was shaken, as if he heard a loud bell, and he felt a great shock.

He had never thought that there was a way to kill Buddha?

Although Mahakala is one of the Buddhas worshipped by Tantric Buddhism and is not accepted by Zen Buddhism, he is a deity in Buddhism after all. The Three Treasures are devout people who worship Buddha and have never had such disrespectful thoughts.

But think about it, can a god who behaves like this still be called a Buddha?

It's called killing Buddha, but it's actually eliminating demons!
Venerable Gesang smiled faintly and said, "You are so ambitious, young man. I hope that when your lifespan runs out and your beauty is gone, you will also have such ambitions."

After that, he extended his hand to Sanbao and said, "Come back to the Western Region with me."

He actually wanted to take the three treasures away.

Zhang Jiuyang stood in front of him and asked, "Do you think I don't exist?"

Whoosh!
A golden light escaped, and the dragon-binding rope flew towards Venerable Gesang, trying to tie him up.

But the next moment, Venerable Gesang uttered a string of mysterious words, which seemed to be the oldest language in the Western Tantric Buddhism, obscure and difficult to pronounce.

Rays of glazed golden light lit up.

In a trance, Zhang Jiuyang and Sanbao arrived at the foot of the sacred Tibetan mountain Borg Snow Peak. The mountain was a thousand feet high and the top was covered with white snow.

But what is even more amazing is that taller than the snow mountain is a huge glazed golden body.

Even the highest mountain in the Western Regions, the Borg Snow Peak, only reaches the waist of the golden body.

The upper half of the golden body is among the sea of ​​clouds, while the lower half is as high as the sacred mountain. It looks like it is truly holding up the heavens and shaking the earth, blocking out the sky and the sun.

Moonlight Bodhisattva's Glazed Golden Body! Zhang Jiuyang's Dragon Binding Rope can grow to hundreds of feet, but it can only bind one hand of the golden body, which has reached its limit.

This kind of shock goes straight to the heart, and coupled with the Buddha's light and Sanskrit sounds surging around, it makes people sincerely want to worship.

Even Sanbao, who was determined, opened his eyes wide and was dazed.

"Sanbao, as a Buddhist disciple, why don't you bow down to the golden statue?"

Above the clouds, the Buddhist sound was vast and had a strange magical power that made Sanbao subconsciously want to kneel down, but he was forcibly lifted up by a slender hand.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were filled with coldness and murderous intent.

This is not just the magical power of the golden body, but also the secret mantra of Avalokitesvara that can bewitch people's hearts. This technique is known as the supreme spiritual secret technique of Tantric Buddhism, which can not only affect people's minds, but also create illusions.

The Two-Faced Buddha is a master of this art, but he is undoubtedly a dwarf compared to Venerable Gesang. The other party's practice of this spiritual secret art has reached the highest level.

It's incredible that he could be pulled into the illusion in a single thought.

If it weren't for the Tiandun sword technique, even Zhang Jiuyang would probably not be able to see through the illusion.

"I have a magic sword, named Tiandun, which can cut off nameless greed and anger, nameless love and desire, and nameless troubles. Today I will use this flying sword to cut off the golden body!"

The next moment, a dazzling sword light flew out from the Niwan Palace above Zhang Jiuyang's head. It was a flawless Taoist sword. When illuminated by the sword light, the illusion began to ripple and was on the verge of crumbling.

Sanbao also woke up instantly.

"disease!"

Zhang Jiuyang formed a sword gesture with his hands, and the Tiandun sword intent slashed towards the majestic golden body, like a meteor rising against the sky. The sword intent was pure and strong, and it moved forward unstoppably.

The golden body lowered its giant hand that was wrapped with the Dragon Binding Rope and slapped towards the Wisdom Sword.

Boom!

The snow-capped mountain shook violently, and decades of ice and snow surged down like waves, and horrible cracks appeared on the mountain.

With a crisp sound, Zhang Jiuyang returned to reality.

"Brother Zhang, save me..."

A beam of Buddha's light fled towards the west. Venerable Gesang held the Three Treasures in one hand, while the other hand was dripping with blood, and there was an obvious sword mark on the palm of his hand.

"Want to run?"

Zhang Jiuyang shouted coldly, and a word "ding" appeared on the palm of his hand, which he shone at the Buddha's light in the distance.

"Certainly!"

His magic power was consumed quickly. Just one immobilization spell consumed nearly 30% of his magic power, like a bottomless pit.

But the effect was also extremely significant. The Buddha's light was actually fixed directly and solidified in the air like a sculpture.

But it was just a blink of an eye, and Venerable Gesang's fingers trembled slightly.

His cultivation was so profound that the immobilization technique, known as one of the 36 techniques of the Yuding Palace, could not last for too long.

Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, the Sword of Slaying Evil had arrived, and the Pure Yang sword intent became more and more proficient, with the sword tip pointing directly at the center of Gesang's eyebrows.

Zhang Jiuyang was determined to kill, and he showed no mercy in his attack, being extremely ruthless, and every move was aimed at taking people's lives.

clang!
At the critical moment, a glazed golden light appeared on the two fingers of Venerable Gesang, and the golden body that had been cultivated for hundreds of years started to work again, and it actually clamped the edge of the sword that could kill evil.

The next moment, a hand grasped the sword.

Venerable Gesang's expression changed slightly, and he looked into the eyes of Zhang Jiuyang who was holding a sword. He had not expected that the other party could break his illusion so quickly. The strength of his soul was no less than his who had practiced for hundreds of years.

With a clang of the sword's sound, the sword, with the blessing of pure Yang magic power, showed its sharpness and exerted 120% of its power, actually cutting off two fingers of Venerable Gesang.

The severed finger flew off, and the glazed golden light on the skin quickly disappeared, but strangely, there was not a trace of blood on the wound.

Zhang Jiuyang flicked his sleeve with his other hand lightly, and the cuffs burst out with suction like a black hole, sucking the three treasures in.

This is a clever use of the Thirty-Six Methods of Holding the Sea in a Cup of Wine.

Only after putting away the three treasures could he fight happily without any burden.

Just looking at the two broken fingers, the strange feeling that had just arisen in Zhang Jiuyang's heart emerged again, and he felt that something was even more wrong.

How could it be... so weak?

It can't be considered weak. The opponent's combat power is no less than that of an ordinary sixth-level real person, but it is far from as powerful as he expected.

Could it be an incarnation?
But he had scanned with his divine eye, and in the eyes of the spiritual official, the other party did not have any trace of incarnation.

Venerable Gesang stood in the clouds. Although he had two fingers cut off, his expression remained calm and he said calmly, "What a great swordsmanship. Such an exquisite sword. Even if you say you are the successor of the Sword Pavilion, I'm afraid no one will doubt it."

"I am now doubting...Are you really Venerable Gesang?"

Zhang Jiuyang stared at him closely and spoke word by word.

He began to have some doubts about his identity. Venerable Gesang was known as the best person in the Western Regions in the past six hundred years and a rare genius in Tantric Buddhism. Even if he could not reach the level of Senior Brother Miao, he should have no problem entering the seventh realm.

How is it possible that he is only at the sixth realm level, and at a relatively ordinary sixth realm level?

Upon hearing this question, the always calm Venerable Gesang suddenly showed a noticeable emotional fluctuation, and a strange look appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"Of course I am Gesang!"

"Who else can be Gesang except me!"

"There will always be only one Gesang in this world!!"

He repeated it three times in a row, his voice becoming more and more intense, his emotions fluctuating more violently, and by the third sentence, he was even shouting it out.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes narrowed, and his intuition told him that he had grasped something very crucial.

"But Venerable Gesang cannot be so weak. You are not him. You are just an imposter. Who are you?"

Zhang Jiuyang continued to question.

"I am Gesang, the only Gesang!"

He suddenly roared, and then was shocked. Then, his excited expression calmed down instantly, and he became unusually quiet, with only a hint of confusion in his pupils.

After a moment, he slowly focused his gaze and looked at Zhang Jiuyang, letting out a light exclamation.

"Young man, I didn't expect you to have such accomplishments at such a young age."

"What's your name? Who is your teacher?"

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

(End of this chapter)