The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 439 Buddha's Hand, Decapitation, and the Wrath of the King

"Oh no! Someone broke into the temple!"

"There's a monster in the sky!"

"Who are you, the evildoer, to dare to break into my Baiyun Temple? Come down and die!"

When the golden python appeared above Baiyun Temple, the enormous pressure shocked the monks in the temple.

The whole sky seemed to darken a little.

Some monks were ready to activate the mountain protection formation or use magic weapons to subdue the demon, but at this moment, a familiar voice sounded in the air.

"This is Master Zhang's mount, you are not allowed to make any noise."

Many monks' eyes lit up as they recognized the voice as that of their Demon-Subduing Temple's head monk, Tongji.

In an instant, the tense atmosphere dissipated, and they seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief, as if a certain burden had been relieved.

"Great, it's the First Lord of Tongji!"

"Master, you finally came out. We are all waiting for you to take charge of the situation!"

"Brother Tongji, something big happened in the temple, and everyone is waiting for you."

The golden python in the air let out a hissing roar, and then its entire body was covered with dazzling golden light. It actually became smaller and smaller, and finally became the size of an earthworm from hundreds of feet long, and flew into the gourd on Zhang Jiuyang's waist.

Everyone rode down on the clouds and slowly landed on the ground.

When Tongji saw the sorrow on the monks' faces, his heart sank. The Golden Buddha Bell rang, and it seemed that something big had indeed happened in the temple.

"Who rang the bell? What happened in the temple?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"Master!"

At this time, a figure came over, knelt down and cried bitterly: "Master, something terrible has happened. The abbot...he was killed by a villain!"

The person who was speaking was Kong Xuan, who had fought with Zhang Jiuyang in Yangzhou before. At that time, Zhang Jiuyang had just entered the Fourth Realm and Master Nie had recast the Evil-Slaying Sword for him, which attracted the covetousness of many independent cultivators, including the once-famous Kunlun Sanren.

Kunlun Sanren was fishing in the clouds, trying to catch Zhang Jiuyang's newly-forged magic sword, but Zhang Jiuyang forcefully knocked him down from the clouds and onto the ground.

Just when Zhang Jiuyang was about to kill him, Kong Xuan appeared. He was not coveting Zhang Jiuyang's magic sword, but he had his eyes on Kunlun Sanren and wanted to bring him to Baiyun Temple.

Relying on the fact that he was born in Baiyun Temple and was a disciple of Tongji, he wanted Zhang Jiuyang to release him with just a few words: "It's never too late to turn over a new leaf."

Zhang Jiuyang had a bad temper and naturally would not tolerate it. He beheaded Kunlun Sanren with a sword in front of him. After that, the two of them became enemies. Kong Xuan was defeated by Zhang Jiuyang and returned in disgrace.

During that period, Old Madam Shen was still worried that the other party would instigate the monk Tongji to come and seek revenge after returning, but nothing happened later.

"What did you say? Brother Abbot... is dead?"

"Master, it is absolutely true. The murderer was extremely arrogant. He even cut off the abbot's head and placed it in the hand of the Buddha statue. The monk who was sweeping the floor was the first to discover it. He was so frightened that he was stunned..."

Boom!

Tongji was struck by lightning, and even Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling were shocked.

Although Master Tonghui, the contemporary abbot of Baiyun Temple, is relatively low-key, he is also a world-famous figure and one of the few people with great supernatural powers in Buddhism.

It is said that he traveled around the world in his early years and had a rather impatient personality. He would kill any monster he saw and behead any demon he saw, until later he mistakenly killed a man who had been hit by the animal-transforming technique.

The other party was bewitched by an evil spell and turned into a donkey. He asked Tonghui for help, but Tonghui thought he was a monster and killed him.

From then on, Tonghui seemed to have received a wake-up call. He began to practice silent meditation, his temperament became more and more calm, his prestige became higher and higher, and finally he became the abbot of Baiyun Temple.

After thirty-two years of Zen practice, the moment he opened his mouth, those in the Seven Realms would have to avoid him. Zhang Jiuyang really couldn't understand, how could the abbot possibly die?

Who on earth was able to cut off the abbot's head so quietly?
"Master, what should we do?"

"Junior Brother Tongji, I think the news of this matter should be kept secret and not made public."

"Yes, our Baiyun Temple is a big place that attracts the wind. I don't know how many eyes are watching us, especially the Imperial Observatory. We must not let them know, otherwise who knows if they will take this opportunity to interfere in the affairs of our temple?"

"Yes, after all, family matters should not be made public!"

Several elderly monks advised. They were all the abbots of various academies, but their cultivation was all at the fifth realm. Although some of them were older than Tongji, the strong ones came first. Once the abbot died, only Tongji, who was at the sixth realm, could subdue everyone in Baiyun Temple and take charge of the overall situation.

After all, fists are truth.

Just hearing this, Zhang Jiuyang looked at Yue Ling with a strange look on his face.

Does this count as... being caught red-handed?

Although Tongji was grief-stricken at the moment, he used his Zen skills to calm his mind. He sighed and said, "Although what you said makes sense, I'm afraid... it's too late."

The monks were stunned. Just as they were surprised, a cold and majestic female voice sounded, sonorous and powerful.

"From now on, Baiyun Temple will be closed immediately. No one is allowed to leave. Only entry is allowed. Also, take me to the place where the abbot's body was found immediately!"

The confused monks turned their eyes to Yue Ling, only to see a beautiful woman in a red robe and golden armor, with an upright posture, a firm gaze, and heroic spirit between her eyebrows.

Under normal circumstances they would still exchange a few polite words and inquire about the identity first, but now faced with the tragic news, they no longer cared about so much and all showed dissatisfaction and anger.

"Who are you? How can a woman have a say here?"

"Even if you are the guest of the first seat, it is not your turn to make decisions now!"

"Amitabha, my temple does not accept female relatives, but this matter is of great importance. In order not to leak the news, you should bear with it and stay in the temple's side room for a while."

Yue Ling raised the waist badge with a five-clawed golden dragon on it expressionlessly, and spoke in a very calm voice. "Imperial Observatory, Yue Ling."

Wow!

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Although the monks had never seen Yue Ling, they had heard of this name many times, and it could even be said that it was a household name.

This woman is known as the most ruthless person in the Imperial Observatory. She acts decisively, forcefully and domineeringly. It is said that there is no case that she cannot solve.

Anyone who dares to stop her from handling the case will be killed by the famous Overlord Spear.

All the monks were stunned. Some even took a few steps back when they heard the name Yue Ling, as they felt there was an inexplicable murderous aura around them.

Tongji sighed, "This is Yue Jianhou. Next to her is Zhang Jiuyang, the Taoist master who is also Yue Jianhou's Taoist partner. The two of them originally wanted to visit the temple, but they didn't expect to encounter this incident."

After a pause, he made a decision.

"You can ask the Imperial Observatory to investigate this case, but only Yue Jianhou and Zhang Zhenren can be responsible for it. I don't trust anyone else."

Yue Ling nodded and said, "Okay, I will ask the Supervisor for the right to host this case."

After Tongji nodded, even though the other monks were unwilling, they did not dare to raise any opinions at this moment. They could only take them to the scene where the head was found.

But along the way, Kong Xuan looked at Zhang Jiuyang's figure with emotion.

He finally recognized that it was Zhang Jiuyang.

However, compared with the time in Yangzhou, the other party could almost be said to have undergone a complete transformation. The aura he exuded from his every move was no less than that of his master, and he was dazzling and in high spirits.

Even though he didn't speak, he still attracted a lot of people's attention.

The terrifying golden python before was his mount. It was put into the purple gold gourd on his waist. That scene was witnessed by many people.

It is truly the method of immortals, unfathomable.

What's more, his master, the divine monk Tongji, called him Master Zhang, and his attitude towards him was not like that of a junior, but rather an equal.

True person...that's the sixth realm!
Could it be that in just half a year, Zhang Jiuyang had cultivated from the fourth realm to the sixth realm? How is this possible!

Although he was unwilling to admit it in his heart, he couldn't help but feel mixed emotions when looking at Zhang Jiuyang's back.

The person who once defeated him can now walk side by side with his master, while he can only follow behind...

The two of them are no longer in the same world.

Mahavira Hall.

As soon as I stepped in, a surge of blood rushed towards me and I could hear a dripping sound in my ears, as if drops of water were falling.

A pool of blood was slowly flowing along the crack in the ground.

In the hall is a gilded Buddha statue more than ten feet high, depicting the Buddha smiling and holding a flower. This is also the origin of Zen Buddhism.

According to legend, in ancient times, the founder of Baiyun Temple once followed the Buddha to practice. When he saw the Buddha pick up a flower and smile, he suddenly realized the wonderful Dharma of Zen and thus created the Zen lineage.

But now, on the palm of the gilded Buddha statue's flower-holding hand is a bloody head.

"Brother Abbot!!!"

Although he was well prepared, when he actually saw the abbot's severed head, Tongji couldn't help but yell in anger. He was so sad and angry that even his eyes turned red.

He was only nine years old when his master brought him in. He was in seclusion all year round, and it was the abbot who took care of him, like an elder brother.

After his master passed away, his temper became more and more violent due to his practice of Mingwang Dharma, and he got into a lot of trouble. It was all because of his fellow apprentices that he helped to deal with it.

When he was in the fifth realm, it was his senior brother who, against all odds, made him the chief of the Demon Subduing Institute.

The two are not only brothers, but also family members.

In an instant, the Buddha's heart was shaken, his Zen power was broken, Tongji's eyes turned bloodshot, and a boundless rage surged in his body. The murderous intent soared into the sky, sweeping across the sky, and the golden flame in his pupils almost turned into substance.

A huge statue of Mingwang appeared behind him, with an extremely murderous aura.

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils narrowed as he realized something was wrong. It seemed like Tongji had a problem with his practice. Was he perhaps going astray?
At the critical moment, a slender white finger stretched out, easily pierced through the image of Mingwang, and lightly touched the Dazhui and Quyuan points on its back.

Tongji was shocked, and the murderous intent and fighting spirit in his mind receded like the tide, and he regained his clarity of mind again.

The image of the Mingwang disappeared, and the terrifying aura subsided.

Tongji turned around and bowed to Yue Ling.

"Thank you, Yue Jianhou, for your help. Otherwise, I would have fallen into the wrath of the Ming King."

Although the Ming Wang Fa is extremely powerful, the risks are also extremely high. Although the angrier you are, the stronger your combat power will be, you must still stay sober, otherwise you will go astray.

There was once a genius like this in Baiyun Temple. He also practiced the Mingwang Fa to the sixth level. Later, when he broke through the seventh level, he fell into a rage and could not extricate himself. Finally, he fought with his own shadow on the top of the mountain for nine days and nine nights, and died of exhaustion.

If Yue Ling had not decisively come to his aid and helped him clear the two most critical acupoints for practicing qigong, he would most likely have fallen into that predicament.

Yue Ling did not take credit for herself. She walked straight to the shrine and looked at the head in the Buddha's hand with her bright eyes. She said calmly, "It's not the end of the year yet. I don't care about this kind of victory."

Then she let out a light exclamation, as if she had discovered something. She jumped directly onto the shrine and approached the severed head without any hesitation, staring into the pair of empty eyes.

"Zhang Jiuyang, come and see."

"There seems to be a remnant of a figure in his eyes!"

(End of this chapter)