The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 51: The Legend of Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts

Cut your hair with one knife!

Lao Gao was so frightened that he fled in a panic, his legs moving like the wind. No matter how Zhang Jiuyang shouted at him, he refused to stay.

The hair on the top of the head, which already had little hair, was suddenly made worse.

Luo Ping went to bed early. He was a very law-abiding person. If he didn't have a mission tonight, he would never stay up late. Everyone had eaten meat before, but he didn't eat a single bite.

Just because eating before going to bed is not good for your health.

A very self-disciplined young man, he makes Zhang Jiuyang, who often stayed up late playing games in his previous life, ashamed.

Now, he and Yue Ling are the only ones left in the courtyard.

Their eyes met, and Yue Ling said calmly: "Go to sleep, I'll be guarding the door."

She sat cross-legged, holding the sword horizontally in front of her, with the hilt within reach. Her long hair fluttered slightly and her breathing was long and drawn out, like the breath of a turtle or snake.

It seems that he is closing his eyes to rest, or he seems to be practicing.

Diligent, hardworking, self-disciplined and talented.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly felt very excited. People who are better than you are still working hard, so what’s the point of me working hard?

Master Zhong Kui, add some points!
He shook his head, closed the door and went back to the house.

In the darkness of the night, Yue Ling sat upright like a sword, his body precise and meticulous, his breathing becoming longer and longer, without any ups and downs, even giving people the illusion that he was a sculpture.

The general did not take off his armor and guarded the gate in the middle of the night.

After a while, Zhang Jiuyang opened the door again, holding a book in his hand. Little Ali followed him closely, holding two cups of tea.

When he was about to get close to Yue Ling, he suddenly stopped.

The tip of the knife, reflecting the moonlight, stopped at his neck, flashing with cold light and full of murderous intent. This move of drawing the knife was so fast that Zhang Jiuyang had no time to dodge.

"Well, I want to talk to you about something."

Zhang Jiuyang gave an awkward yet polite smile.

Under the moonlight, Yue Ling actually pulled out the knife with her eyes closed. She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze was cold and sharp, and she relaxed a little when she saw that it was Zhang Jiuyang.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you that I was half asleep and half awake during my training. When someone or a demon approaches me, I will instinctively draw my sword."

Zhang Jiuyang was immediately terrified. Fortunately, she put away the knife, otherwise his neck would be in danger.

At the same time, he was secretly shocked. He wondered how many battles this woman had experienced to turn the action of drawing a sword into muscle memory and become an instinct of the body.

Clang!
Yue Ling sheathed the knife, raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at Zhang Jiuyang and A Li.

"What's the matter?"

After a pause, she seemed to have thought of something and said, "If you want to learn the art of seclusion and locking the essence, I don't know how to do it. The methods for women to cultivate are different from those for you men."

During the Hundred Days of Seclusion, men need to lock up their essence and women need to lock up their Tiankui.

The former is called Subduing the White Tiger, and the latter is called Slaying the Red Dragon. Their methods are different. If you confuse their practices, you will definitely go astray.

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and smiled, "General Yue, you misunderstood. I am not here to seek a method of cultivation."

As he said this he winked at Ali.

Go ahead, loli diplomacy!
Ah Li smiled sweetly, handed Yue Ling a cup of tea, and said in a baby voice: "Sister Ming Wang——"

"speak nicely."

Yue Ling's hand pressed on the hilt of the Dragon Sparrow Sword.

Ali immediately said quickly: "It's like this, Brother Jiu needs your help, but it's hard to ask, so I'll act cute and sell my dignity to please you with tea."

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

I sold this little guy to me without hesitation.

He really has no backbone at all. I don't know who he learned this from.

The corners of Yue Ling's mouth slightly raised, but it was fleeting. She reached out to take the tea and said lightly: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Zhang Jiuyang quickly handed over the book in his hand and said seriously: "In fact, I have always had a dream, which is to become a great novelist. This "Zhong Kui Catches Ghosts" is my -"

Yue Ling's hand pressed on the hilt of the knife again.

"Well, I want you to take a look at this book and if it's okay, I'd like you to give it a pass and publish it."

Zhang Jiuyang admitted his mistake and said quickly.

Ali made a face at him, meaning that the eldest brother should not talk about the second brother.

"Novel?" Yue Ling frowned slightly. Obviously she didn't expect it to be this kind of thing.

She took the book, and when she saw the word "Zhong Kui", her eyes moved slightly, as if she thought of something, and then she softly read out the author's name.

"Mr. Liaozhai."

“That’s my pen name.”

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and said, "What I said before was true. I really want to be a novelist. I racked my brains to write this story. Many bookstore owners praised it highly. It's a pity that Daqian doesn't allow writing about ghosts and gods."

"So I would like to ask you to help me and give it a break."

Zhang Jiuyang was at a loss as to what to do. Every time the visualization diagram bestowed a new inheritance, the amount of incense and divine power required would increase. Now the incense in Yunhe County could no longer keep up, yet the visualization diagram hadn't changed at all in such a long time.

Spreading beliefs privately would be treated as heresy, and taking a cultural route was forbidden by higher authorities, so no bookstore dared to print his books.

Therefore, even though he found time to write the book "The Legend of Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts", it still did not become widely circulated.

Whenever this happened, he would always think of the collaboration with Lao Gao. With the full support of the government, they took down the incense and offerings of more than a thousand households in Yunhe County almost overnight.

What a great word for "shuang"!
It would be best if the imperial court could canonize Zhong Kui as a legitimate god and allow the people to worship him openly, but Zhang Jiuyang knew that was impossible, so he could only settle for the second best and hope to spread the story of Zhong Kui first.

Yue Ling did not light a lamp, but just flipped through the book under the moonlight. At first, she was a little careless. After all, she loved to wield swords and spears since she was a child, and had no interest in reading.

But not long after, her eyes changed and began to become serious.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly upon seeing this, he poured a lot of effort into this book, not only did he incorporate many folk legends about Zhong Kui, he also made some changes to make it have the characteristics of a refreshing novel.

In this world where popular novels are just beginning to emerge, what would it be like to suddenly read a refreshing novel, especially one about ghosts and gods that others dare not write about?
Yue Ling's expression said it all.

One page, two pages, three pages...

She originally just wanted to read a few pages, but ended up reading half of the book without realizing it. As time passed quietly, her expression kept changing.

Sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing, sometimes excited.

I have immersed myself in it completely.

"it is good!"

When she read a certain part, she clapped her hands and exclaimed, "What a great saying: 'Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west'. What a great ambition!"

Zhang Jiuyang coughed. In some places, he did plagiarize some classic plots from online novels.

Ah Li said enviously: "Nineth Brother, Nineth Brother, I want to see it too!"

The story of Journey to the West had already ended, and she was eager for a new story, but unfortunately she knew too few words to understand the book.

"I'll tell you later."

Zhang Jiuyang was in a good mood. It looked like General Yue would most likely agree.

Unexpectedly, Yue Ling suddenly closed the book, glanced at him, and said, "No."

Zhang Jiuyang was suddenly disappointed.

"I can't watch any more."

Yue Ling shook her head and said, "Reading your book almost made me forget the time. I didn't expect that you are such a great novelist."

"Then General Yue, do you agree?"

There was a hint of anticipation in Zhang Jiuyang's voice.

"I can promise you, but I have two requests."

"you say!"

"First, some parts need to be modified. For example, the person who dismissed Zhong Kui from the title of No. 1 scholar cannot be my Great Qian Taizu. It can be changed to the emperor of the previous dynasty."

"Understood, no problem!"

Zhang Jiuyang happily picked up the teacup and took a sip. It seemed that the matter was settled.

"second……"

Yue Ling stared at him and said calmly: "I want you to be my peripheral."

puff!
Zhang Jiuyang almost spit out his tea.

What are you doing?

……

(End of this chapter)