The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 443: Enlightenment of Painting on Baiyun Peak

Outside the mourning hall, Tongji was thinking silently and did not speak for a long time.

As a sixth-level immortal, he was very sure of one thing, that is, he would never forget the important memories of the past. If the memory was really blurred, then there must be something wrong.

"The law of reversing the cause and effect..."

He whispered the name repeatedly, then sighed, "A great reputation is a great honor. You two are indeed amazing. Now it seems that Brother Abbot really died from this technique."

This is undoubtedly an important clue. The murderer cut off the senior brother's head, perhaps to confuse people and prevent them from guessing this.

But he didn't expect that he was discovered by Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling in less than a day.

"But...how did you come to the conclusion that the murderer was Tianzun?"

Tianzun is the head of the underworld. In the past, he even dared to massacre the Duke's Mansion. He was lawless. Although his Baiyun Temple often subdues demons, he is still very cautious about such people.

He would never believe it without solid evidence.

"The Imperial Astronomical Observatory and Huangquan have been fighting for decades. As far as we know, the Tianzun in Huangquan has mastered this technique."

Zhang Jiuyang didn't say too much, just made a point.

"How is it possible? The method of reversing cause and effect is one of the eight most powerful skills of my Baiyun Temple. Only those with great wisdom and perseverance can practice it. It has never been passed on to others. How did Tianzun learn it?"

Moreover, he has reached the second level of the realm of breaking cause and effect, which is more powerful than the abbot who has practiced for a lifetime. I am afraid that only the resurrected Prajna monk can be compared with him.

"Have you forgotten how Venerable Gesang learned to confuse cause and effect?"

Tongji was startled, and then said word by word: "Holy Land!"

If one wants to practice the magic of Baiyun Temple, one must first become a monk, then obey the morning and evening bells, eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures, and go through many tests before one can begin to practice.

This is just an outer disciple. If one wants to get access to the 108 unique skills, one must become a true disciple and become a disciple of a high monk.

The abbot has never accepted any disciples, and other monks do not know this technique, so it is impossible for it to have been spread from the temple. It could only have come from a holy place.

After all, Venerable Gesang said that he had entered the holy land and then learned the law of reversing cause and effect.

"That's right, so we need to enter the holy land to take a look. Maybe only in this way can we find conclusive evidence. Moreover, Tianzun is a mysterious person. If we want to catch him, we must infer his actions in advance. Otherwise, it will be useless even if we confirm that he is the murderer."

Zhang Jiuyang took the opportunity to make a request, saying, "The sooner we enter the Holy Land, the sooner we can find more clues. This matter cannot be delayed."

Tongji frowned and remained silent, with a hint of struggle in his eyes.

Seeing that he was unable to make a decision, Yue Ling said calmly, "Your family's holy land is open to outsiders. Why are you still hesitating here?"

"Is the so-called holy land just for defending one's own people?"

This sentence is truly heartbreaking. The holy land of Baiyun Temple has been passed down for thousands of years and has an extremely high status. No one except the abbot can enter the temple.

Ordinary disciples have never even heard of it.

But one Gesang Venerable and one Tianzun simply treated the holy land as their own backyard, and each one was more arrogant than the other...

"Marquis Yue, there is no need to resort to provocation. I need to discuss this matter with the other leaders and I will give you a reply when the time comes."

Zhang Jiuyang felt a little disappointed. It seemed that Tongji was obviously moved, but he still did not agree immediately.

It can be seen that the secrets in the holy land are extraordinary, even this hot-tempered descendant of Ming Wang has to force himself to suppress the hatred in his heart.

Yue Ling wanted to say something else, but Zhang Jiuyang held her hand.

"That's fine, but I have one more request."

"What request?"

"Can you take me to see the painting of 'Five Hundred Arhats to Suppress Demons'? Don't worry, I will only look at the painting and will never enter it, let alone look for the holy land without permission."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly.

Tongji was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect him to make this request. In fact, he was not worried that the other party would find the holy land. Without the right method, even if he turned the world in the painting upside down, he would never be able to open the holy land.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

He did not hesitate for long. In fact, he felt a little guilty towards Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling. After all, they were investigating a case for their Baiyun Temple and had found important clues, but they were blocked by their temple rules.

Not long after, the three of them came to Baiyun Peak again and stopped in front of the mural.

The Five Hundred Arhats Demon-Suppressing Diagram, which was originally several meters long and had an extraordinary aura, had obviously lost its intimidating momentum at this moment and seemed lifeless. Even ordinary people could feel an inexplicable sense of depression.

After Tongji sent them both off, he gave them a few words of instruction and left.

Yue Ling asked curiously, "Why don't we take this opportunity to sneak in and check it out?"

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang's strange look, she snorted coldly and said, "You were the one who promised him not to be in the painting. I didn't say anything at the time."

Zhang Jiuyang burst into laughter, showing a look of surprise.

It seems that after staying with me for a long time, Yue Ling has started to learn bad things and even started playing word games. No wonder she didn't say a word just now.

"No need. Since Tongji dared to let us view the painting, it proves that the holy land is extremely hidden and is not afraid of being searched. Even if we enter the painting, we won't find anything."

After a pause, Zhang Jiuyang added: "Besides, I did come here to see the paintings."

Previously, he was busy investigating the death of the abbot and had no time to appreciate the painting. Now he can finally calm down and take a closer look at it.

Although he has lost the most precious charm, the Painting Saint is still the Painting Saint after all. His paintings still have extremely high painting skills, which is of great help to Zhang Jiuyang's painting skills.

He quickly got into the state, meticulously looking at the entire mural, not missing any details, and constantly gesturing with his hands, as if painting in the air. Seeing how focused he was, Yue Ling pressed the handle of the Dragon Bird Knife, silently observing the surroundings with his eyes, protecting him.

Time passes slowly.

The more Zhang Jiuyang devoted himself to the painting and the more he comprehended, the more he could feel the power of the Painting Saint. It was not only his amazing painting skills, but also the artistic conception hidden in every line.

In his eyes, every line in this painting has a unique meaning, as if it has life and is talking to him.

The depth of the mountains, the gentleness of the water, the vitality of the wood, the elegance of the clouds...

He felt that there were not only five hundred arhats in this painting, but it seemed that every blade of grass and every wisp of wind were alive and contained some ancient code.

That is a Zen wisdom that only those who understand the Tao through painting can understand. Otherwise, even if you sit in front of a stone wall for a hundred years, you will gain nothing.

And Zhang Jiuyang is the second person who can enter the Tao through painting after thousands of years.

In a trance, he seemed to see an old man writing with a brush, his white hair fluttering in the wind, looking heroic and unrestrained.

Zhang Jiuyang stared at it intently. He knew that this should be the mysterious painting saint from ancient times. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt an inexplicable throbbing deep in his blood.

Could it be that this body is really the descendant of the Saint of Painting?

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes...

The Saint of Painting painted a lively fairyland-like world on the stone wall with his brush, in which the five hundred Arhats were depicted in various lifelike postures.

Every time an arhat was painted, the arhat would move his eyes and come alive, bowing and thanking the painter.

In this way, each Arhat came to life on paper.

For painters, this is definitely a huge and energy-consuming project, but the Saint of Painting completed it in one go without any pause.

Until the last Arhat.

That is Tianlong Arhat, the leader of the Five Hundred Arhats in Buddhism and also the Arhat with the highest magical power and the highest attainment in Taoism.

When painting this arhat, the painter paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about something.

After a moment, he stretched out his finger, and a drop of blood fell from his fingertips, which just dripped onto Tianlong Luohan's chest. He then lightly outlined it with the brush, and it became a bright red heart.

dong dong!

Zhang Jiuyang could even hear the sound of that heartbeat. As for the Tianlong Arhat, the charm in his eyes immediately soared, far surpassing that of the other Arhats.

At this point, the Five Hundred Arhats Demon-Suppressing Map was completed.

The Saint of Painting put down his brush but did not turn around. He just looked at his painting quietly for a long time and suddenly let out a long sigh.

……

"Zhang Jiuyang!"

"Zhang Jiuyang!"

Yue Ling's voice rang in his ears, and then his shoulder was patted lightly. His whole body trembled and he woke up from that strange state.

The morning light was already dimming around.

He felt like he had only been watching for a short while, but it was already dawn.

When he came to his senses, he found that the back of his clothes was soaked with sweat and he felt obviously tired.

After cultivating the Tiandun Sword Intent, his soul became as tough as steel and as sharp as a sword. He rarely had this feeling again. He never thought that watching the Painting Saint writing today would consume so much energy.

But there was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

There is a harvest!
"Zhang Jiuyang, you stared at the painting all night long. You didn't even listen to me, and your mana was depleting rapidly. Are you possessed?"

There was a hint of worry in Yue Ling's voice.

Under normal circumstances, she would not disturb Zhang Jiuyang's practice, but Zhang Jiuyang's condition last night was too abnormal, and he was consuming a large amount of mana almost every breath.

The magic power of a sixth-level immortal is as deep as the ocean. Even if he fights for three days and three nights, it may not be exhausted. However, Zhang Jiuyang was sweating profusely and his face was pale after only one night. His magic power had run out.

In other words, his foundation is extremely strong. If it were any other fifth-level cultivator, he would probably have been seriously injured by now.

So at dawn, she immediately made a decision and woke up Zhang Jiuyang.

Zhang Jiuyang had no intention of replying at this moment. Instead, he immediately ran to the mural and stared at the Tianlong Arhat whose heart had been dug out in the painting, with his eyes shining.

"No wonder you were the only one whose heart was dug out..."

"It turns out that your heart was painted by the Painting Saint using his own blood. The Heavenly Venerable must have seen it, so he dug it out."

"Painting with blood, painting with blood..."

Zhang Jiuyang muttered to himself, then suddenly raised his head and said loudly: "Yue Ling, I figured it out, hurry up, give me paper and pen!"

"what are you up to?"

"Eye!"

Zhang Jiuyang said excitedly: "I will draw the eyes of the abbot, and then reveal the true face of the Heavenly Venerable... to the public!!"

(End of this chapter)