The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 519 Tongtian Xuanzhong, Time Reappears

Zhang Jiuyang stared at the bronze bell. With his eyesight, he could clearly see the mysterious and intricate patterns on the bell under the mottled patina.

This clock is definitely a treasure!
Even after six hundred years of erosion, there is not even a trace of crack except for copper rust, which shows the extraordinary material.

And he didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Zhang Jiuyang could vaguely feel the power dormant in this ancient bell.

Zhang Jiuyang stepped forward slowly.

Ao Li was a little worried and said, "Sir, let me help you knock."

Everything here is too weird. Even though Zhang Jiuyang has great cultivation and magical powers, she still can't help but worry.

"No, you can't ring this bell."

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and sighed, "If I'm not mistaken, the pattern on this bell is not a decoration, but a kind of talisman formation of the Yuding Palace, called Tongtian Xuanyin."

"If you want to ring out the profound sound of Tongtian, only those who have mastered the Jade Cauldron Mysterious Art can do it. Even if you have the body of a real dragon and can forcefully ring the bell, you won't be able to make any sound."

Zhang Jiuyang stepped forward, performing the technique of shrinking the earth from one of the 36 techniques of Jade Tripod, and in a flash he appeared next to the big bell.

This familiar magical power made the old Taoist priest's eyes suddenly brighten, and a hint of excitement emerged in his eyes.

"Ring...Ring...the bell..."

He actually spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse and clumsy, as if he had almost forgotten how to speak.

Zhang Jiuyang stretched out a hand and pressed it on the huge wooden hammer.

As soon as he touched it, he found that this wooden hammer was also extraordinary. It felt cold and hard. It was obviously made of wood, but it felt like black iron.

More importantly, the moment he touched the wood, he felt that the magic power in his body was automatically sucked into it and burst out like a flood.

In an instant, Zhang Jiuyang understood why these corpses on the ground died.

They were probably all influenced by the old Taoist priest and came here to ring the bell. Some of them were deceived by the magic of the Exorcism Eye Technique, while others were misled by their own greed.

They must have searched the entire Yuding Palace and couldn't find any treasures, so they thought that by ringing the bell, they would be able to open a secret treasure house and obtain the inheritance.

Unfortunately, these people have not practiced the Jade Ding Mysterious Art. The profound sound of this bell must be struck by pure Yang magic power, and once it touches the wooden hammer, they cannot let go until it rings.

Unless one's cultivation reaches the sixth realm, one can use his tremendous magic power to forcibly interrupt it and escape the control of the Tongtian Xuanyin Note Array.

Therefore, these people exhausted their last bit of magic power, even their essence and blood were used up, and finally died tragically.

However, this difficult hurdle that had failed countless people was easily overcome by Zhang Jiuyang.

His pure Yang magic power was so strong, and because he was practicing the improved version of Brother Miao Shenke, his magic power was even more pure and powerful. Even in the heyday of the Yuding Palace six hundred years ago, it was one of the best.

So he pushed the heavy wooden hammer without much effort.

After absorbing a large amount of pure yang magic power, the black wooden hammer glowed with a strange glow and slammed into the ancient bell.

clang! ! !
The ancient Yuding bell, which had been silent for six hundred years, was struck again. The sound echoed over the ruins, sounding old and distant, with an inexplicable hint of sadness.

And the moment he heard the bell, the old Taoist's eyes suddenly became clear, and then tears streamed down his face, as if every wrinkle on his face was stretched out.

His Taoist robe that was stained with blood gradually returned to its normal color. He seemed to have regained a brief state of clarity, and looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a look of relief.

But before he could say a word, the whole person disappeared with the wind.

He is not a soul, but just a wisp of obsession. Ringing the bell is his obsession, and as the bell rings, it will naturally disappear.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned, but he did not hesitate and continued to ring the bell.

clang!clang!clang!
As the bell sounded louder, the huge bronze bell also showed obvious changes. Pieces of mottled rust fell off, revealing the bright bell body and the colorful runes. What surprised Zhang Jiuyang even more was that as the bell sounded, everything around him seemed to be changing.

The corpses on the ground disappeared, the dazzling moss and vines dissipated, and even the broken walls were restored.

It was as if time had been reversed.

In just six rings, six hundred years of changes had passed. Zhang Jiuyang stopped ringing the bell. At this moment, what was in front of him was no longer a ruin, but a solemn and dignified Taoist holy place.

Carved beams and painted buildings, jade-like buildings, hanging springs and waterfalls, temples and palaces.

Every brick, tile, blade of grass, and tree are full of the ancient charm of history, appearing heavy and vicissitudes of life.

Groups of vigorous disciples wearing uniform Taoist robes practice swordplay here or listen to lectures by their uncles and uncles.

Many people passed through Zhang Jiuyang.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiuyang knew that he did not travel through time and return to the Yuding Palace six hundred years ago, but used the magical ancient bell as a medium and through the resonance of Yuding Xuan Gong, he saw this scene imprinted in the long river of history.

"Qingxuan, from now on, I will trouble you to guard the Tongtian Bell."

A handsome young Taoist priest was brought to the ancient bell. He bowed to his master and said excitedly: "I will definitely protect the Tongtian Bell and become the eyes and ears of my Yuding Palace!"

Tongtian Bell is Yuding's most precious treasure. If an enemy attacks, the bell must be rung to warn the enemy.

As soon as the mysterious sound sounded, the disciple in charge of the mountain protection formation would activate the formation immediately to ensure the safety of Yuding Palace.

The disciples in the temple would immediately gather at the sword-testing arena to resist the external enemies, and the disciples who were away would also be moved by their Taoism and return to the mountain to help the sect overcome the difficulties.

Therefore, it is a great honor to be the bell ringer of Tongtian Bell.

Although it was boring, Taoist Qingxuan enjoyed it. He performed his duties conscientiously and did not dare to be careless in the slightest. He even meditated and fell asleep under the bell every day, never leaving for a moment.

Just like this, day after day, year after year.

He changed from a handsome young Taoist priest to a white-haired old Taoist priest. Fortunately, the Yuding Palace has been thriving and the Tongtian Bell has never rung once.

After a long period of peace, it was inevitable that his disciples would slack off, so some people advised him to be lazy or to change what to do and stop wasting his time.

But Qingxuan turned a deaf ear to it and continued to practice and guard the bell day after day.

Until one night, he suddenly saw a dark thundercloud blowing in the distant night sky, and there seemed to be a figure in the thundercloud.

At the same time, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes focused, and the heavenly eye between his eyebrows had penetrated the layers of thunderclouds and saw the figure who controlled the thunder.

It was a figure wearing a Taoist robe, but his body was covered with red hair, and there were two sharp teeth exposed.

A zombie that can use thunder magic!

Boom!

It was not thunder, but the shaking of the mountain.

A huge black tortoise came from a distance, and on it stood a figure in a black robe. He was tall and strong, standing with his hands behind his back, his long hair fluttering slightly in the air, and wearing a bronze mask.

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked.

This is... the Heavenly Lord from six hundred years ago!

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(End of this chapter)