The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 436: The descendant of the painting saint, Zhuge Zaolong
Roar!
The tiger's roar echoed throughout the heaven and earth.

If you listen carefully, you will find that they are two different voices, one is domineering and majestic, and the other is sharper, like a tigress.

In the forest, two tigers were fighting.

However, rather than saying it was a sparring match, it would be more accurate to say that the tigress was being suppressed the entire time, being defeated step by step under the attack of the domineering white tiger, and was in a very miserable state.

After swallowing the dragon vein, the white tiger painted by Zhang Jiuyang has undergone a qualitative transformation. Every move has a special charm and majestic power, just like the legendary White Tiger Star God.

In comparison, although Rose has a good bloodline, she has always been suppressed. In addition, the appearance and aura of the White Tiger are very similar to those of the Tiger, which makes the fear in her heart increase instead of decrease.

boom!
The white tiger stood up like a human, and its several-meter-tall body looked like a demon. It slapped her away with one palm, smashing the mountain and burying her under the falling rocks.

Roar!
A low, thunderous howl emanated from its body. After resting for a while in the painting, it had recovered most of its strength, and its fur had become snow-white and shiny again.

Step, step, step...

The white tiger walked slowly towards the pile of rocks. Its elegant posture showed the spirit of a king. Its paws with sharp claws crushed the dead leaves. Although its speed was not fast, the sense of oppression was even stronger.

In other words, Zhang Jiuyang ordered it to show mercy, otherwise the little tiger would have had its throat bitten off by it long ago.

Above the clouds, Zhang Jiuyang and others were watching this battle silently.

The Buddhist beads in Tongji's hand turned very slowly, his expression was solemn, and the magic power in his body was about to burst out. It was obvious that he was ready to rescue his mount at any time.

He met it in a rose bush that year. It was a dirty little tiger with many injuries. It cried at him like a kitten.

This period of raising lasted for thirty years.

"Don't worry, Brother Tongji. I drew this tiger myself. No matter how fierce it is, it will not disobey my orders. It is just putting pressure on Qiangwei to bring out her potential and courage."

"After all, she is the daughter of the mountain king. Her bloodline is extraordinary. You have to trust her."

When Qiangwei was young, she saw her mother being bitten to death by a tiger. She was also abused by tigers for many years, and that fear was engraved in her bones.

Otherwise, with her cultivation level of the fifth realm, even if she was defeated, she would not have been defeated so miserably and had almost no ability to fight back.

As Zhang Jiuyang finished speaking, there was a crash and Qiangwei stood out from the rubble. Her body was trembling slightly and there was a clear bloodstain on her face.

Although Baihu held back, he was still bound to get hurt in the fight.

Facing the white tiger walking towards her step by step, her pupils widened and her body trembled more violently, as if she saw the figure that she hated to the core and feared like a demon.

The white tiger did not rush to attack, but looked at Qiangwei with contempt and ridicule.

Perhaps angered by that look, a nameless fire rose in Qiangwei's heart. She suddenly roared and bit towards the white tiger.

The two tigers started fighting again.

For a moment, the roars of tigers could be heard in the mountains and forests, and all the beasts were in panic. Thunderous roars filled the mountains and fields, and the strong winds howled, bending the trees.

Baihu is indeed a skilled actor, or rather, more like an elder who teaches the younger generation. He patiently guides Qiangwei, making her more motivated and her fighting skills improve rapidly.

It was as if a bottleneck was suddenly broken, giving me a wake-up call and an epiphany.

"Over the years, I only taught her magic and training, but forgot her own fighting instincts and the qualities that a tiger should have."

Tongji looked at Qiangwei, whose fighting skills were becoming more and more proficient, and sighed softly, feeling a little guilty.

Mountains and forests are the home of tigers.

Qiangwei lost her mother at a young age, and the tiger was very indifferent to her and hardly taught her anything. She later escaped and trained her own minions. Although she had blood inheritance, she lacked a famous teacher after all.

Baihu is undoubtedly the master who suits her best.

Not long after, the white tiger seized a flaw in Qiangwei, rushed in like lightning, tore through the opponent's defense, and bit her neck.

Qiangwei closed her eyes subconsciously, but the pain did not come.

She opened her eyes and saw the white tiger sticking out its tongue and gently licking the hair on her neck. The contempt and ridicule in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by encouragement and affirmation.

The white tiger nodded to her, then turned and flew back into the picture frame.

Roar!
A tiger roar was heard in the painting, and the white tiger waved at her on the bluestone, indicating that she should come to the forest in the painting to continue her practice.

After all, he was a tiger in a painting, and he couldn't stay outside for too long.

Qiangwei looked at Tongji with a hint of inquiry and pleading in her eyes. After getting approval, she let out an excited roar and pounced towards the painting.

The next moment, ripples like water splashed out.

Rose actually entered the painting as well. Two tigers were chasing each other in the forest and gradually disappeared.

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned by this scene.

It seems that after absorbing the dragon vein, the painting itself underwent some kind of change and became a magic weapon. Otherwise, the tiger in the painting could come out, but others could not get in.

It would be amazing if people in real life could also enter it, it would feel a bit like a map of mountains and rivers and the country.

It seems that this painting needs to be paid special attention to in the future.

"Donor Zhang, did you draw this picture?"

Tongji looked at the painting deeply, as if he had thought of something, with ripples in his eyes.

"Yes, little Doyle, it's nothing to mention."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled modestly, but he was actually quite proud in his heart. When he first entered the fourth realm, he awakened his own innate magical power, painting.

At that time, I felt a little lost and felt that it was of little use.

But now, with the improvement of his cultivation, the power of his painting skills is gradually revealed, and his potential is unlimited.

Tongji hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"what happened?"

"May I ask, Mr. Zhang, whether your ancestors...are surnamed Wu?" Zhang Jiuyang's face darkened slightly, and he said calmly, "I will never change my name, and I will never change my surname. Master Tongji, are you suspecting that I used a fake name to deceive you?"

Tongji shook his head and said, "That's not the case. It's just that the magical power of making the painting come true can only be achieved by the ancient painting saint. The painting saint's surname is Wu, and he has a close relationship with our Baiyun Temple, so I asked this question."

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned. He remembered the scene he saw when he was reading the scriptures.

During the long river of time, he saw several figures. There was a human emperor who roared to the sky on a high platform and burned himself to death. There was a Taoist who had been writing on the wall in front of the immortal cauldron for nine years. There was also a figure who wrote with great skill.

The third one should be the Painting Saint of ancient times. It is said that his brushstrokes can shock wind and rain, and his paintings can make ghosts and gods weep. He is the most mysterious one among all the philosophers, and is often seen only from the beginning but not the end.

But the dragon he painted would help the people to bring rain and cultivate the fields, the tiger he painted would drive away the ghosts and gods in the mountains, the rice he painted could satisfy hunger, and the sun he painted could dispel darkness.

Before the Immortal Master Guiguzi created the Nine Realms of Ascension, the Saint of Painting used a paintbrush in his hand to support the sky for the human race.

No one knows where this painting saint came from. He seemed to appear suddenly and then disappeared without a trace.

The only story left is the legend that he painted a dragon on the wall without adding eyes to it. Later, when the local people encountered demons attacking the city, in desperation, someone added eyes to one of the dragons.

As a result, the next moment, there was lightning and thunder, the sky was dark, and the dragon with eyes flew out from the stone, bringing down thousands of thunders, turning all the demons into charcoal, and then flew into the clouds and disappeared.

Yue Ling once said that the mural with a real dragon still left is now hidden in Baiyun Temple.

Tongji continued to explain, "In ancient times, the Painting Saint and the founder of my Baiyun Temple were good friends. Therefore, there are some scattered records in my temple about this magical power of making things come true. For thousands of years, the monks in the temple have often observed the paintings of the Painting Saint and tried to comprehend this great magical power, but they all failed."

"Later, they came to a conclusion that this magical power of making things come true cannot be acquired through training, but may be an innate talent or blood inheritance. That's why I asked this question just now."

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a moment and frowned slightly.

Is the ability to paint inherited through blood?
and many more!

Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck his mind, and an astonishing idea popped up in his mind.

This body is not the body he had in his previous life on Earth, but the body he possessed after traveling through time. Could it be that this body is the descendant of the ancient Saint of Painting?

The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed to him. After all, this body had the destiny of three noble men, and ordinary people would not have such a destiny.

Moreover, the physique of this body is excellent, and the speed of cultivation is extremely fast. If Blind Lin had not deliberately not taught the real things, I am afraid that before he traveled through time, his achievements would not be inferior to those of the sect's orthodox disciples.

Thinking about it carefully, he had also seen the soul of the original owner of this body. Before the other party's soul dissipated, he drew a pattern of a Pisces jade pendant.

The Pisces jade pendant was most likely related to his birth, but Zhang Jiuyang was too busy later, and he was not interested in finding his relatives, so he gradually forgot about it.

"To be honest, I don't know what my ancestors' surnames are, but I am indeed very interested in the painting saint. I heard that the real dragon mural is hidden in Baiyun Temple. Can I go and take a look?"

Tongji shook his head.

"Master, rest assured. I will just watch from the sidelines and will never touch anything. Is that not okay?"

Yue Ling snorted coldly, her voice calm but very firm.

"The whole world belongs to the king. The murals left by the painting saint are for the human race, not for your Baiyun Temple. Logically, they should belong to my Daqian. If your temple does not even have this little sincerity, then don't blame me for writing to His Majesty and requesting an imperial decree to search the temple."

In a word, if you don't let me see it, then I will watch it myself, and then it may not just be me watching.

Although Yue Ling was trying to scare him, she really had the confidence to do so.

Her strength has greatly improved now, Zhang Jiuyang can be compared to an ordinary sixth realm, and with Zhuge Jianzheng, the three of them joining forces have the strength to break into Baiyun Temple.

After a pause, she continued, "If Zhang Jiuyang is really the descendant of the painting saint, then who in the world is more qualified than him to see that painting?"

Use both soft and hard methods, just right.

Tongji smiled bitterly and said, "Marquis Yue has misunderstood. I shook my head not because I didn't want Mr. Zhang to see the painting, but because the mural is no longer there."

"No more?"

Tongji showed a strange look and said, "Don't you know about the Imperial Observatory? When Daqian was first established, the remaining dragon energy of Dajing Dynasty was unwilling to see the country change hands and turned into an evil dragon, causing trouble everywhere and harming countless people."

"In order to subdue the evil dragon, Master Zhuge came to my Baiyun Temple, touched the eyes of the real dragon in the painting, and borrowed the dragon."

"The two dragons fought each other, and finally the real dragon in the painting swallowed the evil dragon. It was then completely freed from the constraints of the mural, turned into a dragon egg, and hatched into a real dragon."

"Yes, it should be the old dragon king who protected Qingzhou decades ago. It's a pity that he died suddenly for some reason. Otherwise, he went from a dragon in a painting to a real dragon, and then ascended to the ninth realm and became an immortal after overcoming the calamity. It's really a legend."

Yue Ling was shocked, but she controlled her emotions well and didn't show it at all.

Zhuge Guoshi conquered the evil dragon and borrowed the real dragon mural left by the painting saint in Baiyun Temple? Why is there no record of this in the Imperial Observatory?
It's like being wiped out alive.

That’s the Imperial Observatory!

Was it erased by Master Zhuge himself or by later generations?

Zhang Jiuyang didn't think so much about it. He paid attention to another point, that is, why did Zhuge Qixing come to Baiyun Temple to borrow a dragon?

With Zhuge Qixing's ability, it should not be difficult to kill an evil dragon transformed from dragon energy, because fake is fake after all. With Zhuge Qixing's attainments in formations and feng shui, cutting off a dragon vein is as easy as drinking water.

He went to such great lengths, which showed that his purpose was not to kill the dragon, but to create a real dragon.

You know, there is a fairy cauldron on Penglai Island where the dragon clan was cooked. Not to mention Daqian, the dragon clan disappeared from this world as early as the Dajing time. Only legends can be seen, but no trace of them.

For some purpose, Zhuge Qixing decided to create a real dragon.

Creating something out of nothing and making something fake become real is always the most difficult thing. Even the real dragon painted by the saint of painting can only be real for a short time and not forever.

As for Venerable Gesang's use of stone embryo to nourish the dragon vein, it is even inferior. It looks intimidating, but in fact it is far inferior to a real dragon.

If Ao Li was there at that time, a dragon roar would be enough to scare the other party so much that he wouldn't dare to breathe.

"Don't be disappointed, Mr. Zhang. Although the real dragon mural is gone, the painting saint has left a painting of five hundred arhats suppressing demons for my Baiyun Temple. You can take a look at it."

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(End of this chapter)