The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 441: Shrinking the Earth, Painted Skin in the Temple

night.

The rosewood wing in Baiyun Temple.

This place is usually used as a place for distinguished guests to stay overnight. There is a faint smell of sandalwood in the room. It is said that the incense burning in the incense burner is a special incense called Bodhi wood, which is very precious and can help people calm down and sleep.

But Zhang Jiuyang did not fall asleep. After finishing his routine practice, he poured the pure yang incense he had accumulated over the past few days into the Sword of Slaying Evil.

Clang!
The sword hairpin flew in the room, shuttling back and forth like lightning. The red color on its body was gradually replaced by gold, and the pure yang energy became more and more intense.

The sword's spirituality became even more abundant, emitting bursts of clear sword sounds around Zhang Jiuyang, as if cheering and expressing gratitude.

Finally, after playing enough, it automatically rolled up Zhang Jiuyang's long hair and inserted it diagonally into the ink-black hair, making a Taoist Maoyou hairpin shape.

Zhang Jiuyang slowly opened his eyes, and the dark room without a candle seemed to light up in an instant, as if electricity was flowing in the empty room.

The Tiandun sword intent flashed by like a quicksweep passing by.

Suddenly, a very suppressed groan of pain was heard outside the window, followed by the sound of faint footsteps, as if someone was trying to escape.

Zhang Jiuyang showed a sneer on his face, took a light step forward, and suddenly disappeared in the room.

One of the thirty-six techniques of Yu Ding, the ability to shrink the earth and travel in a miraculous way!
This is a magical power of escape that can only be used on land, but it can be listed as one of the thirty-six methods and has its own unique features.

This technique was originally the magical power of the Guiguzi Immortal Master, called Shrinking the Earth into an Inch, which can shrink thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into a single inch under your feet. With one step, you can reach the ends of the earth and feel that thousands of miles are within reach. It is actually a top-notch magical power involving the avenue of space and one of the most powerful escape techniques in the world.

It's a pity that the inheritance was damaged during the long years, and now it has become the ability to shrink the earth. Although the speed is still very fast, it is no longer comparable to what it used to be.

Of course, in the eyes of ordinary cultivators, this is already a very mysterious and superior escape technique, just like changing shape and moving in an instant.

The scene in front of Zhang Jiuyang became very blurry, as if it was twisting and receding.

In just a blink of an eye, he came to the side of the secret peeper and saw a fat and big-eared monk.

The monk was wearing a brown robe and had a big belly. He looked very bloated, but his steps were unusually light. He stepped on the fallen leaves floating in the air and escaped, as nimble as a flying swallow, which formed a sharp contrast with his obese body.

Zhang Jiuyang was following right beside him, but he was completely unaware of it. In addition to the mysteriousness of his ability to shrink the earth, the main reason was that the fat monk was blind.

His eyes became bloody and blurry because he was blinded by the Tiandun sword intent in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes when he was peeking.

After practicing to Zhang Jiuyang's current level, even a trace of vital energy leaking out could be a disaster for a mortal.

The fat monk's cultivation level was only at the third realm, but he was proficient in an extremely advanced technique of concealing his breath, and he had also mastered the technique of making his body light and leaping to perfection. Moreover, he was spying from a distance of dozens of feet, which was considered cautious.

Unfortunately, he didn't understand what a real person was.

The moment the other party was peeping through the wall, Zhang Jiuyang felt it in his heart, and locked onto him with his mysterious aura, but he was practicing and was too lazy to pay attention to him for the time being.

In the end, Zhang Jiuyang did not deliberately target him, but after the training was completed, a trace of sword intent naturally revealed, which made the fat monk blind.

"You are a smart man."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice suddenly rang out in the dark night, startling the fat monk. His face turned pale, as if he had been struck by lightning. Even his method of lightening his body went wrong, and he fell from the air.

Zhang Jiuyang fell gently, as gracefully as a feather, without a sound.

"Although you have lost your eyesight, you can rely on your hearing to identify the direction, and you are very familiar with the layout here. You must have been lurking in Baiyun Temple for a long time."

Pfft!
The fat monk got up from the ground in a panic, and without any hesitation, he knelt on the ground.

"Master, please spare my life. I am just curious about how you practice and want to learn from you. Please consider that I am blind and spare my life!"

He knocked his head hard, and the "dong dong dong" sound continued. Soon his forehead was covered with blood.

Zhang Jiuyang just smiled faintly and said, "You remain calm in the face of danger and are well-trained. Not bad."

The fat monk's face was covered with sweat and his heart was filled with despair.

With just a simple exchange, he could confirm that the other party was a very confident and determined person who would not be easily shaken.

It is incredible that Zhang Jiuyang is so young, yet his cultivation is so high and his will is so strong.

Just when he was about to grit his teeth and commit suicide, he heard words that shocked him so much that he didn't even care about the severe pain in his eyes.

"As long as the Painted Skin is immortal, my Lord will live forever."

The fat monk raised his head suddenly, and even though his eyes were bloodshot, one could seem to sense his shock and disbelief.

Even the fat on his face was shaking violently.

"You, you, you are..."

"Yes, I was sent by my Lord. This time I came to Baiyun Temple to mobilize you, the hidden agents who have been buried for many years, to do something."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was very calm, but there was a hint of smile in his eyes.

After he replaced the Painted Skin Master with a scapegoat, all the spies that the Painted Skin Master had hidden in various major sects fell silent under his orders.

This fat monk is the Painted Skin lurking in Baiyun Temple. He has now taken the position of the head of the Discipline Institute and is the Painted Skin with the highest status in Baiyun Temple.

Zhang Jiuyang had already noticed him when he arrived during the day, but unfortunately, the difference in status between the two was too great. Although the fat monk was the head monk of the Discipline Institute, he was not qualified to stand beside him.

I didn't expect the other party to be so bold as to come and spy at night.

"My Lord... My Lord still remembers us!!" After learning that Zhang Jiuyang was one of his own, the fat monk not only did not feel any resentment, but was actually very excited. Tears of blood flowed from his eyes, and he was pious and fanatical.

As the Painted Skin, he is absolutely loyal to the Painted Skin Master. Not to mention just a pair of eyes, he would not show any mercy even if he was asked to kill his own parents.

"Your subordinate greets the Holy Envoy!!"

The fat monk had no doubt about Zhang Jiuyang's identity, because the sentence "As long as the painted skin is immortal, my lord will live forever" was the secret order to wake up these hidden players.

The fact that Zhang Jiuyang knew this secret order showed that he was indeed the Painted Skin Master's man and was highly respected.

"You were ordered to remain silent, why did you rashly come here to spy?"

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was a bit majestic and indifferent.

The fat monk said ashamedly, "In reply to the Holy Envoy, I acted on my own this time. The abbot of Baiyun Temple died suddenly and his head was cut off. This matter is really too big. I want to collect more useful information to pass on to my master."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded, already understanding what he was thinking.

The abbot of Baiyun Temple was a powerful man as powerful as the Painted Skin Master, but he died so miserably. The fat monk keenly realized that this was very valuable information.

That's why he came here on his own initiative to spy, hoping to start with Zhang Jiuyang and get more information.

After all, Yue Ling has a bad reputation, so compared to him, it is easier for Zhang Jiuyang to take action.

"Hmph, no action without orders. If my Lord's important task is delayed because of you, can you afford it? I will teach you a lesson by crippling your eyes."

"But considering your loyalty, I will give you another chance."

Zhang Jiuyang gently tapped the gourd on his waist, and two drops of jade liquid flew out and fell into the fat monk's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, his blind eyes recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his vision was restored after a moment.

"Thank you, Holy Envoy, thank you, Holy Envoy!!!"

The fat monk kowtowed quickly in gratitude, looking very excited.

"As long as the Holy Envoy gives the order, I will fight to the death!"

There was a hint of fanaticism in his voice. He had already been completely brainwashed and became the most devout believer of the Painted Skin Master.

"Okay, there's something you need to do right now..."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and explained the next arrangements. After the fat monk kept them in mind, he bowed and left, and his figure disappeared into the night.

"Ma'am, what do you think of my idea?"

In the night, a figure slowly appeared. She was holding the Dragon Sparrow Knife and leaning against the wall. I don't know how long she had been looking. Her cold eyes had a sharpness that was difficult to look directly at.

"We haven't gotten married yet, Zhang Jiuyang, if you keep yelling, be careful I—"

"Where are you yelling? You were in the gourd. At first you clenched your teeth and said nothing, but later you started yelling 'husband, husband' loudly..."

Zhang Jiuyang showed a playful smile on his face. For some reason, after experiencing the dual cultivation in the gourd, every time he saw Yue Ling's awe-inspiring and inviolable majestic appearance, his heart was slightly moved.

He was the only one in the world who knew what a graceful and delicate body lay beneath this cold and hard armor, and how alluring the female general was when her beautiful and majestic face was covered with blush and her determined eyes became blurred.

The two of them were in perfect sync. How could Yue Ling not notice the strangeness in his eyes? She bit her teeth lightly and raised her eyebrows.

The snow-white jade hand was already pressing on the hilt of the Dragon Bird Sword.

Zhang Jiuyang felt a chill on his back, and suddenly remembered that Yue Ling, who possessed the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady Visualization Diagram, seemed to be more powerful than him now...

If he uses all his methods now, he can defeat ordinary people in the six realms, and Yue Ling can be regarded as a leader among the six realms.

There is also a Xuannv military talisman, I wonder what wonderful uses it has.

He showed a bitter smile on his face. Was this considered shooting himself in the foot?
"General Yue, please spare my life. I know I am wrong!"

Well, I'll just admit my mistake first, and I'll get back at it in the bridal chamber.

A smile appeared on Yue Ling's lips. He loosened the handle of the Dragon Bird Knife and said, "You are sensible."

Just in a trance, thinking of the wonderful and novel experience in the gourd, she couldn't help but feel a strange emotion in her heart, and a tingling feeling spread through her body.

Her pupils twitched slightly, and she quickly ended the topic that made her heart beat slightly faster.

"Zhang Jiuyang, I found something very wrong."

"whats the matter?"

Yue Ling looked solemn as he said word by word, "Do you still remember the abbot's name?"

Zhang Jiuyang was a little surprised and said, "Isn't it called Tong..."

His voice stopped abruptly and his pupils trembled slightly.

No, why is it that the abbot’s Buddhist name has become a little fuzzy in my memory?

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(End of this chapter)