The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 450: Lu Zu's Gift of a Sword, Pure Yang Edge

As Bai Yunzi pointed his finger, Zhang Jiuyang felt a sudden shock in his mind, and a warm, mellow and pure Buddhist power poured into his mind.

The Tiandun sword intent flashed by in an instant, like a sword drawn from its sheath, blocking the pure Buddha power, just like a peerless swordsman standing in front of a natural moat.

Bai Yunzi's heart was shocked. He actually felt a sense of crisis, as if a thorn in his back was on his side.

He had never expected that the future Buddha would have such amazing achievements in the way of the sword. The power of sword was so great that he had never seen it even though he had lived for thousands of years.

"Future Buddha, please withdraw your sword intent."

Bai Yunzi pleaded.

Zhang Jiuyang carefully felt the Buddha's power coming from the other party and did not sense any threat. At the core of the Buddha's power was a ball of golden light that exuded a holy aura.

That is Bai Yunzi's true spirit, and also the essence of his lifelong practice.

Zhang Jiuyang's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Master, if even this trace of your true spirit is wiped out, how can you reincarnate?"

It is as if Ming Wang was reincarnated as Yue Ling, and the amazing divinity is preserved deep in his soul. This thing is extremely precious, and even reincarnation cannot erase it.

The most unique thing about the reincarnation of gods and immortals is that their true souls are immortal, so they are extremely intelligent and have great luck when they are born. Once they become enlightened, they will be like dragons in the sky.

It is just like when Jigong became enlightened before getting married and awakened the memories of Arhat Subduing the Dragon, his magical powers and abilities improved by leaps and bounds, becoming a world apart from before.

It is said that Lu Dongbin is the reincarnation of Emperor Donghua. Once he becomes enlightened, he becomes the ancestor of swordsmanship in the world.

The key to all this is the immortality of the true spirit.

But now Bai Yunzi has dedicated his true spirit to Zhang Jiuyang. There is a lot of divinity in it, which is definitely a treasure.

Without his true spirit, even if Bai Yunzi could be reincarnated, he would probably become just like everyone else, unable to attain enlightenment and never be able to embark on the path of cultivation again.

"Amitabha, the Buddha was able to sacrifice his life to attain nirvana, so how could this poor monk be reluctant to give up this trace of his true spirit? As long as I can help the future Buddha get his robe and bowl back, it will be worth it."

His voice was very calm, his eyes were frank, and he gave Zhang Jiuyang an encouraging smile.

"What's more, as Buddhist disciples, we practice to save all living beings, not the afterlife."

"If I really have a connection with Buddha, I believe that I will definitely pick up the Buddhist scriptures again under the guidance of Buddha. If not..."

He smiled faintly and said, "Then keep waiting. I believe that one day, I will wait for it."

His voice was so firm and calm, not loud, but it had an indescribable power that moved Zhang Jiuyang.

This is a true Buddhist monk and a devout disciple of Buddha.

"Amitabha!"

Bai Yunzi chanted the Buddha's name deeply, and then his body became darker and darker, his flesh and bones disappeared again, and finally only a skull was left, falling into the soil.

A ghost that had been guarding the Huashou Gate for thousands of years finally dissipated completely.

He has been practicing his own ideals throughout his life, not letting down the Buddha or betraying the people. Perhaps the only person he owes... is that friend.

To be honest, there were two happiest times in his life. The first was the time he followed the Buddha to practice, and the second was the short time he spent with the old fellow, the Saint of Painting.

He was seriously injured at that time and the Buddha had just passed away. He didn't know how many eyes were watching him in secret. Fortunately, he met the old guy.

The Saint of Painting fought off enemies from all directions with a brush, and painted strong men in ink and color to help him build mountains and temples, but he had no interest in the Buddha's legacy.

That man had a very vicious tongue and cursed very badly, but what he did was more upright than anyone else.

The guy always tried to trick him into drinking, and the two of them often bickered, but no matter who won or lost, they would always laugh out loud in the end.

The huge Baiyun Temple was built bit by bit amidst the laughter.

After the temple was completed, he left in a leisurely manner, seemingly without any attachment, but he left behind the Picture of Two Dragons Flying in the Clouds and the Picture of Five Hundred Arhats Subduing Demons for Baiyun Temple.

Later, after several inquiries, he could not find any trace of the old guy. He was like a character walking out of a painting, appearing for a moment and then disappearing without a trace.

His biggest regret at that time was that he was unable to see his good friend for the last time before his death.

"Old drunkard, I never thought that you, who disdained the Buddha's legacy back then, would become the future Buddha."

"If you knew, your beard would probably be so angry that it would be crooked, hahahaha..."

At the last moment, Bai Yunzi looked at Zhang Jiuyang's young face that was similar to his old friend. In a trance, he seemed to regard him as a painting saint and laughed and scolded him.

The sound gradually dissipated in the cave, leaving only a jade-white skull.

Zhang Jiuyang felt inexplicably sad. Senior Bai Yunzi had lived a very hard life. Over thousands of years, the happiest and most carefree time of his life turned out to be an encounter with a stranger.

hum!
The visualization picture in his mind burst into brilliant light, and conveyed a feeling of longing, as if he wanted to swallow that ball of divinity immediately.

Zhang Jiuyang did not hesitate much and chose to give all of Bai Yunzi's gifts to the visualization diagram.

If he absorbed this divine Buddha power himself, although he would benefit a lot, there would be great hidden dangers.

Because his foundation is Taoism, the pure yang magic power and Buddha power he cultivated repel each other. If they are forcibly integrated, there will probably be a conflict.

More importantly, after absorbing Bai Yunzi's true spirit, he would inevitably be affected by it and his personality would undergo some changes.

For example, you will develop a great interest in Buddhism.

Although he still has a clear and independent consciousness, he is under subtle influence. Zhang Jiuyang doesn't like the feeling of being forced.

So it is better to give it to the visualization picture.

The visualization diagram is his greatest foundation in life, and Lu Zu is not a stingy god, and he will definitely give him corresponding benefits.

In this way, you don't have to be affected and you can get the benefits at the same time. Why not have the best of both worlds?
After Zhang Jiuyang agreed in his heart, a strong suction force emerged in Lu Zu's visualization diagram, absorbing all the divinity bestowed by Bai Yunzi, like a whale sucking water.

Immediately afterwards, brilliant light burst out on the visualization picture, and the color quickly spread upwards, stopping only at Lu Zu's shoulder.

Zhang Jiuyang had a premonition that the next inheritance of the visualization diagram was just around the corner.

You know, it has been less than half a month since the last inheritance. According to the current rate of incense burning, it will take at least half a year or even a year to accumulate enough.

After all, the further into the visualization picture you go, the more incense you need, almost an astronomical figure.

But now, in an instant, the visualization picture has accumulated most of the incense, as if the acceleration button was pressed.

If Bai Yunzi's true spirit had not been mostly consumed during thousands of years of waiting, he would probably have been able to help Zhang Jiuyang completely light up Lu Zu's visualization diagram and at the same time obtain the third inheritance and the final inscription to summon the gods.

At the same time, Lu Zu in the painting seemed to smile and slowly raised the Pure Yang Sword in his hand.

Roar!
The Pure Yang Magic Sword suddenly flew out from the painting and transformed into a green dragon. Its entire body was composed of sword energy, and its scales were rippling with fine and sharp sword energy.

It circled and danced in Zhang Jiuyang's sea of ​​consciousness, and finally flew out of his body from the top of his head.

In an instant, a low dragon roar was heard in this huge stone cave. Sword marks appeared on the surrounding stone walls that were as tough as steel, wiping out all the murals.

The Azure Dragon finally flew into Zhang Jiuyang's sword hairpin, and its huge body disappeared. After a few breaths, the Evil-Slaying Sword hummed softly, and a series of hot and dazzling gilded colors emerged, spreading from the hilt to the tip of the sword.

A terrifying aura rose from the sword, and its intimidating edge made Zhang Jiuyang feel his hair stand on end.

He stretched out his hand.

Clang!
The sound of the sword was clear and loud, like a golden crow flapping its wings and soaring into the sky.

The hairpin turned into a three-foot-long sword, as if it was made of gold, emitting dazzling golden light, with wisps of hot pure yang power flowing.

In an instant, a golden sun seemed to rise in the cave.

Astonishing waves of heat rolled out in all directions, as if what Zhang Jiuyang held in his hand was not a sword, but a blazing furnace.

Even he, the sword master, was shocked by the powerful force contained in the magic sword in his hand.

After a long time, the golden light on the sword gradually dissipated, revealing a simple and elegant sword body, as clear as a pool of autumn water, with ancient cloud and pine patterns engraved on it, and two ancient characters engraved under the hilt.

Chunyang!

Zhang Jiuyang stroked the two ancient characters with his hand. He could feel a great sword intent between their skins, like the scorching sun, like thunder, and as majestic as the power of heaven.

He doesn't even need to draw his sword. The weaker mountain spirits and monsters will explode and die immediately before the unsheathed Pure Yang magic sword, unable to withstand the Pure Yang sword intent.

"Drunkenly dancing and singing on the sea and mountain, the heavenly gourd collects dew to make golden elixir.

Deep in the night, cranes fly through the blue autumn sky, and the west wind blows coldly like a sword. "

Zhang Jiuyang recited Lu Zu's poem softly, and suddenly he felt a sense of heroism to slay demons and help the needy. He slowly swept his fingers across the sword, and the touch was as smooth as ice and as delicate as water.

clang!
He flicked his fingers and the sound of the sword was like a dragon's roar, echoing in the cave for a long time, as if thousands of sword energies were brewing at his fingertips.

"What a Pure Yang Sword!"

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were full of love and admiration.

In the legends of Chinese Taoism, swords are highly respected, and some Taoists even use swords to achieve enlightenment.

Among the many Taoist magic swords, Lu Zu's Pure Yang Sword is definitely one of the best ones.

According to legend, this sword was originally the sword of Emperor Donghua, and was later passed on to Lu Dongbin by Zhongli Quan. The sword was named Chunyang and had incredible magical power.

What is most praised by later generations is that as long as the sword is told the name and address of the enemy, it will automatically fly away like a dragon, and in a short while, it will return with the enemy's head in its mouth.

This is called beheading the enemy from a thousand miles away.

Nowadays, the Ghost-Slaying Sword passed down to Zhang Jiuyang from Zhong Kui has been transformed into the Evil-Slaying Sword after being reshaped in the furnace. Now it has undergone another complete transformation and has become Lu Zu's Pure Yang Magic Sword!

Before, Zhang Jiuyang often poured the pure yang power he obtained after his divine manifestation into the sword, allowing the Sword of Evil-Slaying to gradually emit a hint of golden light symbolizing the pure yang power.

But if you want to make a complete transformation, it will probably take a long time to polish it. Now with the help of Lu Zu, it can be achieved in one step.

Of course, this sword is only transformed by the power of incense. Although it is named Pure Yang, it is still far inferior to the real Pure Yang Sword.

However, Zhang Jiuyang believes that with the continuous improvement of his cultivation and the continuous development of the visualization map, one day, the magic sword in his hand will be as powerful as Lu Zu, and no one will be able to stop it!
"Pure Yang Sword, although my cultivation is not as good as Lu Zu's, I will not bring shame to your reputation."

"Follow me from now on, and I promise to make you taste all the demon blood!"

Zheng!
The Chunyang Sword made a humming sound, as if in harmony with Zhang Jiuyang's words.

"Next, let me test your sharpness."

Zhang Jiuyang raised his eyes, with yin and yang energies flowing in his pupils, as if he was seeing somewhere very far away.

He smiled slightly and uttered a name to the Pure Yang Sword.

……

In the tunnel, Yue Ling was fighting hard. In front of her were eighteen bronze men, surrounding her with the Eighteen Arhats formation. Among them were three bronze men in the sixth realm!

More importantly, she had been fighting for a long time, relying on her unparalleled explosive power to kill off seven waves of bronze men. Three of the sixth realm masters had died at her hands, and there were countless people in the fifth and fourth realm masters.

However, the price was not small. The palm of his hand was broken and blood soaked the red tassel on the Overlord Spear.

Even the armor on his body had cracks.

clang! clang! clang! clang!
She followed the tactics she had summarized earlier, risking getting injured to clear the field first, and smashed a fifth or fourth realm bronze man into pieces with one shot.

Wherever the Overlord Spear went, it was like a violent gust of wind or a giant beast crashing into a mountain. Those bronze men immediately turned into scrap metal and broke into pieces as they hit the stone walls.

The Eighteen Arhats formation was torn apart.

However, a bronze man in the sixth realm seemed to walk out of the void, appeared behind her mysteriously, and patted her on the shoulder with his palm shining with golden light.

Yue Ling coughed up blood, but the golden flames burning in her eyes became even more vigorous. Under the law of the wise king, the flames of anger provided her with endless power.

It was a sudden counterattack, so fierce to the extreme that even Thunder was eclipsed by it.

boom!
The flaming spear tip paused only for a moment before piercing the throat which was stronger than diamond.

But the other two bronze men in the sixth realm also seized Yue Ling's flaw at this moment and launched a surprise attack instantly, one of them picked up a flower and snapped his fingers, and the other used karma fire as a knife.

The Flower-Picking Finger Technique is a very profound spiritual secret technique. Those who practice it will either become enlightened and join the Buddhist sect, or die.

The Karma Fire Sword Technique uses the most compassionate Buddha's heart to control the most violent karma, transforming it into a Karma Fire Buddha Sword, which is specifically designed to break the horizontal golden body.

Even if Yue Ling were to be hit by these two moves now, he would probably be seriously injured.

She was about to use the Xuannv military talisman, but at this moment, a dragon roar sounded.

Roar!
A dazzling golden dragon suddenly flew out of the tunnel. The blinding light even made Yue Ling subconsciously close his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a scene that shocked her.

The heads of the two bronze men had disappeared, but there were no bite marks on their necks, the cuts were as smooth as a mirror.

The golden dragon held the head in its mouth and circled around her.

There was a sound of footsteps.

"Don't be naughty, come back."

Upon hearing this, the golden dragon immediately flew backwards and obediently presented the bronze man's head. It then transformed into a divine sword shining with golden light, flew around the body once, and then quickly turned into a small hairpin in the hair.

Zhang Jiuyang was dressed in white, tall and graceful, and smiled at Yue Ling who was full of surprise.

"Madam, I just got this sword and haven't trained it yet. I hope it doesn't scare you."

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(End of this chapter)