The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 444: Committing crime again, finally getting what he wanted

mourning hall.

"A holy place is a holy place. How can we let outsiders in?"

"Yes, I don't agree either, Junior Brother Tongji, you have to know that Yue Ling is from the Imperial Observatory. We have never been on good terms with the Imperial Observatory. Back then, Zhuge Qixing even stole several unique skills..."

"We will definitely avenge the abbot, but that is also our Baiyun Temple's business. Why should we bother outsiders?"

"Even if we really want to enter the Holy Land, we will send our own people!"

All the leaders were arguing with each other, and none of them agreed to let Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling enter the holy land.

Tongji looked at his brother's body in silence.

They had been arguing all night, but only a few people were willing to let Yue Ling and Zhang Jiuyang enter the holy land. Instead, some people advocated sending their own people in.

Tongji knew very well that among the abbots, there were many who were curious about the holy land.

Especially for those old monks who are extremely old and are nearing the end of their lifespan, it is already very difficult for them to make any breakthroughs in their cultivation. Deep down in their hearts, they may have the idea of ​​entering the holy land to seek opportunities.

Finally, Tongji spoke.

"Since all my senior brothers disagree, I will reject this matter—"

"Oh no! Something bad has happened, Chief!"

Just as he was about to put the matter to rest, panicked shouts suddenly came from outside the mourning hall, and then a monk in charge of reception ran over with a terrified look.

"Human head... Another human head was found!"

Tongji was shocked.

……

A moment later, he and the other abbots saw in the side hall the same horrifying scene as yesterday: the heads of several monks were cut off and placed in the Buddha's hands, with drops of blood falling.

They were all very young monks with somewhat immature looks. Although they were not of high status, they were all disciples of Baiyun Temple.

"The murderer...hasn't left yet?"

The head of the Discipline Institute took a deep breath and felt a chill in his heart.

If the murderer hasn't left yet, that would be too horrible. The other party can even kill the abbot. In his eyes, what's the difference between the heads of them and the heads of these little monks?
For a moment, the several leaders looked at each other in silence.

Obviously, they also began to worry, wondering if one day their heads would also be placed on the Buddha's hand for everyone to see.
When the danger really came upon them, they suddenly discovered that the temple rules that had been passed down for thousands of years... could be flexibly changed.

"Amitabha, I feel that if Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling can really help us catch the murderer, the Holy Land... may make an exception."

"Ahem, in principle it's not possible, but extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. The murderer is so rampant that he not only refused to escape, but also dared to provoke the temple. I think we must find him no matter what!"

"Brother Tongji, after the abbot passed away, you have the highest cultivation level. When he was alive, he also regarded you as the next abbot. I think this matter... why not let you decide."

Tongji: “…”

Faced with these heads, he naturally felt extremely angry, but there was also a hint of doubt deep in his heart.

According to Zhang Jiuyang, Tianzun is a top master of the seventh realm. Even if he wants to kill such a person, he would target someone like his senior brother, or at the very least a chief.

It would be unworthy of a strong man to attack such a little monk who has little magical power and little experience.

But he also knew that these evil cultivators and demons often acted irrationally, so if they wanted to be killed, they would be killed, perhaps just on a whim.

"Master Tongji, you must avenge them!"

"Master, even you can't catch the murderer?"

"Ooooooo, I want to go home..."

All the disciples showed expressions of fear, and some young monks were even scared to tears. The panic was spreading rapidly.

Tongji knew that he had to do something, and he uttered Sanskrit sounds like the sound of a huge bell.

"The three disciples who were killed were all buried in the pagoda forest, given golden silk robes and sandalwood purple coffins. I will personally chant sutras for them to be liberated."

"This matter...will never happen again."

Tongji had a high prestige. After he spoke, the disciples' emotions finally calmed down, but one could still feel the uneasiness in their hearts.

After all the disciples left, he turned and walked towards Baiyun Peak with a determined look in his eyes.

Tianzun...

No matter what, he will bring him to justice!

……

On Baiyun Peak, Zhang Jiuyang, regardless of the night's consumption, drank the jade liquid in the gourd and began to paint.

He kept tearing up pieces of drawing paper and scattering them into the air, vaguely revealing what looked like an eye.

Those were the works he was not satisfied with.

After gaining enlightenment from viewing the mural, he made great progress in painting and gained the confidence to paint the eye.

But every time he wanted to point out the afterimage in the pupil, he would remain motionless for a long time, then put down his pen, and then tear the paper, repeating this cycle for more than ten times.

"No, still not!"

Zhang Jiuyang tore up his painting once again. This time, he created something out of nothing, reaching the pinnacle of perfection.

He did not know the true appearance of the Heavenly Lord, but he was able to use some clues and the magical art of painting to make the portrait evolve automatically, thus revealing some things that he, the painter himself, did not know.

It sounds a bit absurd, but the way of the painting saint is to create something out of nothing and to make the fake into the real.

Just like when he had drawn the picture of Tianzun attacking the Duke's Mansion at night, he discovered the clue that the demons summoned by Tianzun deliberately avoided the Yue Family Ancestral Hall.

This is the way of the painting saint.

After the seventeenth failure, the brush in Zhang Jiuyang's hand cracked with a snap, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

This fox spirit pen was given to me by my senior brother. It was made from the hair of a demon fox imprisoned in the depths of hell. It was extremely precious, but at this moment it could not withstand the continuous infusion of his magic power.

Zhang Jiuyang carefully put away the Spirit Fox Pen. If he continued like this, the pen would break and would be completely unusable.

"It seems that my level is still a little bit low."

Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly and began to think about the feasibility of painting with blood. Using his own blood as pigment would undoubtedly greatly improve the quality of the painting, but this would also greatly consume his skills.

He didn't want to do this unless it was absolutely necessary.

Seeing that he looked a little lost, Yue Ling hesitated to speak. After a long while, she bit her red lips and whispered, "If your cultivation level could be higher, would it be helpful?"

"of course."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled bitterly and said, "It's just that I just broke through not long ago. The fifth level of nurturing the holy fetus is a special level. It takes time to nurture the spirituality of the holy fetus."

In particular, the book he used to nourish the holy fetus was the king of all scriptures, the "Tao Te Ching".

The more powerful the scripture, the stronger the holy fetus nurtured will be, but correspondingly, the time to nurture the holy fetus will also be longer.

Yue Ling took a deep breath. The usually decisive female general now spoke so softly that Zhang Jiuyang almost didn't hear her.

"What if... that?"

"Which one?"

Zhang Jiuyang asked in confusion. "Dual cultivation."

When Yue Ling uttered these two words, a blush quietly crept up on his handsome and heroic face, and his sharp eyes drooped slightly.

She never thought that one day these two words would come out of her mouth, and she would even ask for it on her own initiative.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes widened, revealing a hint of shock and... joy.

His eyes fell on Yue Ling, looking her up and down, especially her slender waist, her tall and straight breasts, and her long and strong legs...

More than ten days have passed since the last time they practiced dual cultivation in the gourd. The pure yin energy absorbed from Yue Ling has been completely digested, and he has also become somewhat addicted to it.

"Zhang Jiuyang, how come you become a different person when I mention that kind of thing? So... shameless."

Yue Ling felt as if she was not wearing any clothes when he looked at her so wantonly, so she glared at him fiercely.

But a strange feeling began to emerge deep in my heart, and I remembered that experience.

I have to say, that kind of thing... is still a little bit fun.

Well, just a little bit at most.

"Yue Ling, I think what you said makes a lot of sense. Practicing both yin and yang is the right path. We are not just having a casual affair, but exploring cultivation together and understanding life."

Yue Ling spat when she heard this and said, "What do you mean by having a secret affair? It's like a dog can't spit out ivory!"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and stopped talking. Instead, he slowly stepped forward and walked towards Yue Ling.

"Wait, I regret it. If you dare to move forward again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

She half-unsheathed the Dragon Sparrow Sword, her eyes were cold and her temperament was majestic. With her slender and upright figure, she looked truly heroic and extraordinary.

Anyone who sees her will praise her as a heroine.

But Zhang Jiuyang's gaze became even hotter. For some reason, the more Yue Ling acted inviolable and mighty, the more he wanted to take off his armor, just like last time, making her go from being arrogant and disdainful to begging for mercy in the end.

"You were the first to say you wanted to practice dual cultivation. A man's word is as good as gold. You can't go back on your word."

Zhang Jiuyang walked to her side, stretched out his hand and gently stroked her chin. Her skin was smooth, soft, white and creamy.

Yue Ling stared at him with her cold eyes, but she was hesitant to pull out the half-sheathed Dragon Sparrow Sword.

"Zhang Jiuyang, even if you want to practice dual cultivation, you can't do it in this quiet Buddhist place. It's better to do it in broad daylight..."

"Hiss, now that you mention it, it seems even more exciting."

Yue Ling: “…”

Just as Zhang Jiuyang's fingers brushed along her chin and neck and began to unbutton her armor, their eyes fixed at the same time.

boom!
Zhang Jiuyang's body flew backwards and broke three cloud pines before he came to a stop. He felt pain in his chest.

What a powerful and domineering move!
Yue Ling had obviously restrained his strength, otherwise this blow would have probably knocked him off the cliff.

At this time, a figure came walking on the clouds from a distance. It was Tongji.

He looked at Zhang Jiuyang who had gotten up from the ground with some confusion, and asked in confusion: "Why are you two fighting?"

Yue Ling turned around without saying a word, but the jade hand holding the hilt of the knife subconsciously clenched it.

This was the first time in her life that she felt so ashamed. She didn't know what kind of spell had bewitched her just now, and that guy almost succeeded.

It would have been fine if there were only two people in the gourd last time, but this is a solemn and sacred Buddhist holy place...

If Tongji had not suddenly arrived, she would have been too ashamed to come to Buddhism again.

"Hi!"

Zhang Jiuyang brushed off the dust on his body without caring and said with a casual smile: "We are doing morning exercises. Husbands and wives should often practice with each other to avoid becoming estranged."

Tongji exclaimed: "You two are already rare masters in the world, but you are still so hardworking. I really admire you."

Zhang Jiuyang laughed and accepted the other party's compliment calmly, while Yue Ling secretly glared at him.

After a brief greeting, Tongji said in a deep voice: "This morning, another disciple found a head in the Buddha's hand in the side hall. There were three dead people in total, but they were all unknown little monks. Do you want to go and take a look?"

Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling looked at each other and sighed in their hearts, it seems that the fat monk is quite reliable in doing things.

Yes, he was behind this.

Even the three little monks who died were Painted Skins who had lurked in, but they were Painted Skins of lower status and did not play much of a role.

These painted skins brutally killed their original owners and cut off their skins to use as substitutes. Under the orders of the painted skin masters, they have done countless bad things.

Zhang Jiuyang killed without mercy.

The purpose of doing this is naturally to create an atmosphere that the Heavenly Master is still lurking in the temple, so that the flames of fear can burn everyone.

When it does not concern them, people tend to stand by and watch, but when the fire burns themselves, it is time to truly test their principles.

Which is more important, the temple rules or your own life?

Zhang Jiuyang believed that most people would choose the latter. Even in Baiyun Temple, there were only a few monks who could take life and death lightly.

It turns out that this works quite well.

"The modus operandi is similar, so it's most likely the same person. If Tianzun is still hiding in Baiyun Temple, we don't have much time left. If we delay for one more day, a few more people may die..."

Tongji sighed and said, "I thought so too."

Yue Ling's eyes lit up and she asked, "What do you mean..."

Tongji nodded, his voice firm.

"I can take you to the holy land, but you two have to agree to one condition of mine."

"What conditions?"

"You cannot take anything from the holy land. If you see any unique skills in my temple, please do not practice them."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and said, "It should be so. We are only investigating the case and do not covet anything from your Baiyun Temple."

"Well, both of you follow me."

Tongji put his palms together and walked into the mural.

Yue Ling gave Zhang Jiuyang a thumbs up and said in a voice transmission: "You are amazing. I didn't expect it to work."

"You're welcome. When you come back from the Holy Land, don't forget what you promised me."

Zhang Jiuyang moved his lips slightly and formed the words "dual cultivation".

Yue Ling took a deep breath, glared, and took the lead in entering the mural amid Zhang Jiuyang's laughter, but her voice remained in the air.

"Just fix it, who's afraid of who?"

"Zhang Jiuyang, let's see who makes whom beg for mercy next time!"

hiss!
Zhang Jiuyang took a breath of cold air. It seemed that Yue Ling's strong character was picked out by him, but he also felt a strong desire to conquer her.

This is outrageous. Next time, I must teach her a lesson!

(End of this chapter)