The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 506 Death is coming?

Hearing this, Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, knowing that he had won this psychological game.

In the scene, the Moon Goddess took a deep breath and was about to continue speaking when a sharp voice suddenly came from outside.

"Your Majesty has urgently summoned me. Please go to the Imperial Study!"

She sighed and said, "Yan Luo, I have something else to do. Let's talk later."

Zhang Jiuyang simply said, "Si time, I will only wait for you until Si time, and I will not wait for you after that time."

After saying this, he ended the conversation directly without any delay, causing Yue Shen to swallow back the words that had just reached her throat.

Lying on the bed, her towering chest was shaking with anger, and she felt extremely aggrieved inside.

All along, relying on the fox clan's natural charm, she had always been hopeless and disadvantageous in everything she did. Even the emperor of the time was extremely fond of her.

But in just one day, she was repeatedly defeated by Zhang Jiuyang and Yan Luo.

"Yama……"

The Moon Goddess bit her silver teeth and slowly pronounced the name.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

The father-in-law outside kept urging him.

"Got it. I'm getting ready now. Please ask him to wait."

The eunuch paused for a moment, but thinking of the majesty and means of the lady, he finally lowered his head.

……

"Brother Jiu, I brought the person back to you~"

Zhang Jiuyang had just stood up when Ah Li's voice was heard in the distance, coming closer and closer in a moment.

She came riding the wind with a black umbrella in hand, and in one hand she was holding a figure, a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar, with an untidy beard, a haggard expression, and looked a little down and out.

The scholar seemed to be extremely frightened, his eyes were a little dazed, and when Ali dropped him, his legs and feet were weak.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and stepped forward and asked, "Are you Mr. Liao Zhai?"

"No, I'm not Mr. Liao Zhai. I'm just a fake who wants to make some money. You've got the wrong person!!"

"Of course I know you are not Mr. Liao Zhai."

Zhang Jiuyang pointed at himself and said with a smile: "Because I am Mr. Liao Zhai."

The scholar was stunned, then he knelt down and kowtowed to Zhang Jiuyang, begging for mercy, saying, "I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me..."

He thought the other party was seeking revenge, after all, he had used someone else's name to write books and make money.

In fact, he had wondered at the beginning whether Mr. Liao Zhai would come to take revenge, but then he thought that the mysterious Mr. Liao Zhai seemed to be in Yangzhou all the time, and the affairs of Jizhou would probably not be reported to him.

But he never expected that Mr. Liao Zhai not only came, but also had such great powers and even kept a female ghost under his command. It seemed that he was the legendary monk!

"You write good things, and you imitate me quite well."

What he didn't expect was that Zhang Jiuyang was not angry, but praised him instead.

"I'll give you a ton of gold. Would you be willing to go to another place and write a book just for me?"

The scholar was startled when he heard this.

"I will release you in ten years. By then, you will be the real Mr. Liao Zhai and can take the gold and fly away to enjoy the glory and wealth."

"I will also teach you some simple cultivation techniques to prolong your life and make up for the ten years you lost. How about that?"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at him and said with a smile.

When he saw the book "The Mysterious History of the Young Girl", he had this idea and wanted to find someone to write a book for him so as to spread his influence.

He is usually busy with cultivation and has no time to be a plagiarist, but if there is a steady stream of works passed down, it will be very helpful in collecting incense.

The scholar in front of me is quite talented and is very suitable for doing this.

Hearing about the gold, the scholar was immediately tempted. "I am the son-in-law of the Yue family. If you don't believe me, you should at least believe General Yue."

"You, you are Master Zhang Jiuyang?"

The scholar's eyes widened, and he suddenly stuttered as he looked at Zhang Jiuyang with an extremely fiery gaze.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly when he saw this. Could it be that he had met his match?
"My name is Dugu Hong, and I am honored to meet you, benefactor!"

Zhang Jiuyang was somewhat puzzled. He helped him up and asked, "Do you know me?"

Dugu Hong nodded repeatedly, and then explained the whole cause and effect.

It turned out that his sister got married not long ago and wore a very beautiful wedding dress, but died suddenly on the wedding day. But a few days later, before the burial, his sister suddenly came back to life and told him that it was the Little Girl God and Zhang Zhenren who saved her.

No one in his family believed it, but he had been fascinated by all kinds of strange stories since he was a child and believed in it without a doubt.

It was also because of this incident that he was inspired to write a book called "The Mysterious History of the Younger Sister-in-law".

Zhang Jiuyang smiled. At first, he asked Ali to release the souls of the brides from the black umbrella and bring back to life all those who died within seven days. It was just a casual act and he didn't take it seriously.

Unexpectedly, he was able to discover a rare talent.

To others, Dugu Hong's writing of such idle books could be regarded as a waste of time, but to Zhang Jiuyang, this talent was a priceless treasure that could help him quickly collect incense and obtain the inheritance of the visualization diagram.

Lu Zu's precious edict for summoning gods has been delayed for a long time, and he must obtain it quickly so that he can have confidence in everything he does.

He is also looking forward to which god will appear in the next visualization picture?

"Since you need my help, I will sacrifice my life for you even without paying you a fortune!"

Dugu Hong said this not only to repay his gratitude, but also to express his gratitude for Zhang Jiuyang's attention to him. He could feel that the other party really appreciated his talent.

"Haha, I always keep my word. If I say ten thousand taels, I won't pay a cent less."

Then Zhang Jiuyang brought him to the world in the gourd and built a mansion for him, naming it the Little Black House.

"Brother Dugu, next, please write the story of Lu Zu for me."

Zhang Jiuyang told him all the legends about Lu Zu that he knew, and then let him express himself freely.

Seeing Dugu Hong quickly getting into the mood and writing furiously, Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and quietly left without disturbing him.

It seems that Lu Zu's precious edict will be in our hands soon.

……

"Brother Jiu, when are we going to go out for fun?"

Ah Li remembered that Ninth Brother had promised her that they would go on a long trip together after they captured Dugu Hong.

At this moment, she was riding on Ao Ya, who had turned into a black dragon, and fishing for a piece of beef with a bamboo pole, which caused Ao Ya to fly continuously and emit bursts of cheers.

"When your sister-in-law Dragon Girl wakes up, we will set off."

Zhang Jiuyang was practicing cross-legged, but he didn't notice that the pink kitchen knife on Ali's waist was falling off bit by bit in the air.

As Ao Ya flipped over, Ali's pink kitchen knife accidentally fell from the air, right in the direction of Zhang Jiuyang.

At this moment, he had just reached a critical point in his practice and was completely absorbed in it, so he didn't notice it in time.

The kitchen knife kept flipping in the air, and when it landed on Zhang Jiuyang's neck, the blade was facing downwards.

Fortunately, he had cultivated the Yuding Palace's protective golden light shield to an extremely high level. The golden lamp at the Niwan Palace sensed the danger and flew out automatically, covering his body with wisps of golden light.

clang! !

The friction between the kitchen knife and his neck produced hot sparks, and then fell to the ground.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly opened his eyes, stroked his neck, and thought of those words again.

"You will be beheaded."

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(End of this chapter)