The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 429 Madam, help me
"Young man, why don't you speak?"

Venerable Gesang looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a very unfamiliar look, as if the two were meeting for the first time.

"Strange, how come two of my fingers are broken? Young man, you..."

Venerable Gesang's voice stopped abruptly because he saw his severed finger and the magic sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand.

Everything is self-explanatory.

"It seems that I have forgotten some past events. Alas, as I get older, I always forget things. What is the reason for our feud?"

Zhang Jiuyang frowned. Could it be that cultivators at this level would also suffer from Alzheimer's disease?

No, that's not right!

There was nothing wrong with Venerable Gesang's previous behavior and communication. It was only when he began to question his identity that things suddenly changed.

Shaking his head, he said indifferently: "No matter what problem you have with your practice, since you have come to Central Plains, don't rush to leave."

He didn't want to let the tiger go back to the mountains. The other party had obviously lost the compassion of Buddhism and acted cruelly, just like Mahakala.

The people of a town were flooded at will, and they pretended that they were doing good for them. In order to assimilate the Three Treasures, they even used magic to seduce people, causing Manager Xu to become an evil cultivator and poison and harm his neighbors.

And for some reason, Zhang Jiuyang always had an inexplicable sense of crisis towards this strange old monk from the Western Regions.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
"You are not Venerable Gesang, you are just an imposter!"

"Venerable Gesang is known as the best in the Western Regions in the past six hundred years. Would he have two fingers cut off by a mere fifth-level cultivator like me?"

"Don't you feel that you can't exert your full strength no matter what you do?"

The series of questions pierced the old monk's heart like a dagger, causing his eyes, which had finally calmed down, to be disturbed again.

Just when he was distracted, the sword rang.

This sword was extremely fast and graceful, and even the surrounding sunlight was cut into black lines, as if the sword was so fast that not even light could escape.

Just as Venerable Gesang came to his senses, the tip of the Evil-Slaying Sword had already pierced his forehead. At the same time, the Dragon-Binding Rope bound his hands, making it difficult for him to resist.

The sword energy was like a rainbow piercing the sun, cutting through his straw raincoat and cassock, leaving cracks and revealing his loose skin that had lost its elasticity.

This sword is named Three-foot Moon, and is one of the unique skills in the Sword Pavilion's secret arts. It is said to be the sword technique created by Bai Yunsheng, the founder of the Sword Pavilion.

According to legend, Bai Yun was born and practiced sword under the moon. His sword intention was so high and his sword energy was so strong that he actually cut off the three-foot moonlight, so he was named Three-Foot Moon.

This is the fastest sword among all the unique skills in Jiange, and it is also an extremely difficult sword.

Even Er Pei had not fully mastered this sword. Although Zhang Jiuyang had read all the secret books of the Sword Pavilion before, he had only read them hastily and memorized them by rote. Now that he has mastered the Tiandun Sword Technique, he can finally grasp it thoroughly.

The glazed golden light bloomed again, and Venerable Gesang opened his golden body again, trying to block this amazing sword, but there was a crisp click.

Colorful clouds are easily dispersed and glass is broken.

His forehead was pierced by the sword tip, drops of glazed Buddha's blood spilled out, and even cracks appeared on the skull under the sword tip.

Zhang Jiuyang could feel that at this moment, the tip of his sword was only a hair's breadth away from the opponent's Purple Mansion Soul. Normally, that would mean life or death.

But the sword was stuck there and couldn't go any deeper.

An invisible wave spread in all directions, even the wind froze, and the sharp sword energy also stopped moving, as if time had been paused.

This is... God's dojo!

Zhang Jiuyang was no stranger to this feeling. His senior brother Miao Shenke had built the Golden Light Dojo. In the battle of Jizhou, when Mahakala Buddha broke through the Dharma Realm and tried to take away the Two-Faced Buddha, he also used the Dojo.

It is a strange realm, a manifestation of the power of gods. In the temple, their words are as they say, and even time is affected by them and obeys their will.

The only thing that can destroy a dojo is another dojo.

That is the magical power that can only be reached after one reaches the eighth level of Yang Shen, and it is the realm that truly belongs to the gods.

But now, the fluctuations of the Taoist field emerged from Venerable Gesang's body, freezing Zhang Jiuyang's three-foot moon.

He seemed to be under a spell, unable to move from head to toe, even his hair stopped fluttering.

Eight realms?

Is Venerable Gesang the eighth realm?

how can that be!

"Donor, you wanted to see me so much, and now you have got what you wanted...are you satisfied?"

In the temple, Venerable Gesang slowly stretched out his hand and moved the sword away from his forehead, and then his injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was not the kind of self-healing, but the flowed Buddha's blood was recovered, and the broken glazed golden body was restored again, as if time was going back, and he became the same as he was before he was stabbed by the sword.

And his voice became even more indifferent and deep, as if it had lost all human emotion.

Venerable Gesang slowly raised his eyes, which were finally no longer cloudy, but became exceptionally deep, with an extreme indifference amidst the vicissitudes of life.

It seemed that nothing in this world could cause the slightest fluctuation in his emotions. Even though Zhang Jiuyang's sword had almost killed him just now, he remained calm at this moment, without a trace of hatred.

Looking at those eyes, Zhang Jiuyang felt a chill in his heart.

At this moment he finally understood that the person in front of him was the real Venerable Gesang. The old monk just now only thought he was the real one, but in fact he was just the outermost disguise.

A created consciousness.

That's why the other party couldn't display his full strength, and when he was questioned by himself, he became so emotional. The Secret Art of Sky Burial!

These four words popped up in Zhang Jiuyang's mind. If you want to deceive heaven, you must first deceive yourself. Others all use corpses to revive in order to extend their lifespans, but the secret art of sky burial seems to do the opposite, actively creating a false consciousness to replace oneself?
However, this magical power seemed to have great side effects. Zhang Jiuyang felt that the other party could no longer be considered a human being. That look in his eyes was even more terrifying than the incarnation of Mahakala.

"The two-faced Buddha... deserves to die, Mahakala also deserves to die, and you... also deserve to die."

"Yuding Palace violates the way of heaven and disrupts cause and effect. Its inheritance should have been cut off long ago and it should not have appeared in the world. Your appearance is just an accident."

Venerable Gesang looked at Zhang Jiuyang, his indifferent voice seemed to be conducting a trial, and finally he slowly uttered a word.

"Since it was an accident, we must put things right."

He stretched out his hand and struggled lightly, and the Dragon Binding Rope broke into pieces. With a mournful wail, it turned into golden light and flew back.

Then the hand gently patted Zhang Jiuyang's head. There was no trace of worldly air, but it was quite similar to the Three Flowers Gathering on the Top of the Head Seal of the Yuding Palace, but it lacked a bit of elegance and fairy spirit, and had more majesty and vastness.

Mount Sumeru Divine Palm!
The palm turned over, like a sudden enlightenment, or like a wake-up call in Buddhism. Once it landed, even a real person's purple palace or a wonderful Taoist spirit would be consumed by the vast Buddhist power in his palm, and the end would be a broken head and a scattered soul.

Zhang Jiuyang said nothing, but the Pure Yang Dragon Tiger Golden Pill in his dantian was spinning at high speed. Brilliant golden light shone through his body, dyeing his eyeballs golden.

The sword of wisdom flashed, and the Tiandun sword technique shattered some invisible cage, making his whole body relax and finally he was able to resume movement.

"Look up to the mighty General Huoluo, the great spiritual officer of the Capital Heaven, the great thunder god of the fire train, who is ordered by the Three Pure Ones to subdue the evil spirits, patrols the world with a golden whip in hand, and wears golden armor to show his might..."

At this critical moment, Zhang Jiuyang remained absolutely calm, pinching the Lingguan Jue with his hands and silently reciting the spell in his heart.

The figure of a spiritual official in golden armor and red robe appeared behind Zhang Jiuyang, and the heavenly eye between his eyebrows shot out rays of thunder and fire, striking towards the palm of Venerable Gesang.

Not only Lingguan Jue, Zhang Jiuyang, who has practiced Tiandun Sword Technique, can even multitask and use several spells at the same time.

A golden lamp jumped out from his Niwan Palace, and the golden light covered Zhang Jiuyang's body, as if he was covered with a layer of golden armor.

There are also traces of golden and silver light flowing on the body, this is the immortal golden body.

The spiritual officer protects the body, the magic lamp is on the outside, and the golden body is cultivated inside!

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang has superimposed his own defense to the extreme. Even a full-strength attack from a sixth-level immortal may not be able to break his defense.

Boom!

The thunder and fire struck the Buddha's hand that was shining with glazed golden light, but did not leave any trace. Even Wang Lingguan's golden whip could only produce sparks when it hit it.

The shadow of Wang Lingguan suddenly let out a roar, and pushed himself upward with force. The wind-fire wheels under his feet kept spinning, making a sharp roar.

It seems to be carrying an invisible sacred mountain.

If it was the real Wang Lingguan, he could carry not only one sacred mountain, but even ten. But now he was just a phantom protecting his body, not even an incarnation. He only lasted for a moment before turning into flames and dissipating.

clang! ! !
The sound of metal and stone rang out.

Zhang Jiuyang coughed up blood and flew backwards. The golden shield protecting his body shattered immediately, and a deep palm print was left on his Immortal Gold body. Cracks spread on his body like a spider web.

But he took the blow!
“Ahem, I almost got scared by you. Although it’s a dojo, it’s incomplete. You’re not in the eighth realm, but the seventh realm. Or… you fell from the eighth realm!”

Zhang Jiuyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely excited, as if he had discovered a shocking secret.

This palm was lighter than he had imagined, and it also allowed him to test the strength of Venerable Gesang.

In order to achieve immortality, the other party must have paid some huge price, even falling to the eighth level, and also had many mental problems.

The secret art of sky burial might really have buried something.

Venerable Gesang looked at his palm and frowned slightly. Obviously, he did not expect that the other party could actually block his Mount Sumeru Divine Palm.

Looking up at the sky, he was counting silently in his heart.

At this moment, he already felt the surveillance of Heaven, a terrifying gaze patrolling all around.

The core of sky burial is to deceive the heaven.

Therefore, his true body cannot appear for too long, otherwise there will be serious trouble and a quick resolution is needed.

However, this young man named Zhang Jiuyang is as hard as a turtle shell, and like Miao Shenke, he is a martial arts fanatic who seems to be fearless of death.

Venerable Gesang did not hesitate. He packed up his temple, turned around and was about to leave. He made the decision in an instant.

At his current level, he would not get angry at all, nor would he feel the so-called sense of shame. All choices he made were the best choices that were in line with his current interests.

"Hey, friends watching the show on the cloud, if you don't take action now, he will really run away!"

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly shouted loudly, and his eye between his eyebrows looked towards one of the clouds.

The next moment, there was a tiger roaring, and a ferocious tiger came walking on the clouds. On the tiger sat a monk in black, who looked resolute and heroic, with a dignified temperament. He held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and twisted them slowly.

The most eye-catching thing is the sun-shaped mark between his eyebrows, which looks like a birthmark, shining in the sunlight and looks extremely magical.

The black-robed monk raised his eyes and chanted a Buddhist name.

"I am a poor monk, but this road is blocked. Venerable, please stay and explain it to me."

At the same time, Zhang Jiuyang patted the magic gourd on his waist and silently recited four words.

"Madam, help me!"

(End of this chapter)