The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 569: The Wind in the Sleeves, King Kong Dharma King

In a room in Zhuge Mansion.

If Zhang Jiuyang were here, he would find that the outside of this house was covered by thirteen kinds of formations. Even with clairvoyance and super hearing, it would be difficult to spy on the secrets.

In the room, Zhuge Yunhu, who claimed to be recuperating and not seeing anyone, was meeting a mysterious visitor.

The man was wearing a white robe and sitting at a desk, with most of his face covered, leaving only his chin exposed.

The tea brewed by Zhuge Yunhu himself on the table was emitting wisps of white smoke, with a refreshing fragrance, but the man in white robe remained unmoved, and his voice was indifferent and hoarse.

"does it worth?"

The man in white robe suddenly asked these three words.

"worth."

Zhuge Yunhu nodded and answered without any hesitation, his tone calm, as if he was saying that the sun rises from the east and the moon sets in the west.

The man in white robe stared closely at Zhuge Yunhu's eyes, not missing any slight changes in his expression.

Zhuge Yunhu drank his tea without showing any emotion.

"Everyone calls you a sick cat, but now it seems that they are all wrong. You are crazier than anyone else."

The man in white robes groaned and said, "After the Luotian Grand Ceremony, I will take action."

Zhuge Yunhu seemed to be relieved and said with a smile: "Thank you."

"For the sake of our long-standing friendship, is there anything else I can do for you before I leave?"

Zhuge Yunhu thought for a moment and said, "Take the second girl away."

"Her parents are gone, and she's still young. Apart from being a little greedy, she doesn't have any other problems. I hope you don't despise her."

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Lion's head, osmanthus cake, rouge goose breast, golden roast chicken, crystal sauce pork elbow...

When the delicious dishes were placed in front of the fat girl, her eyes widened and the compass in her hand fell to the ground with a snap.

Zhang Jiuyang took out eighteen delicacies from the purple gold gourd in succession and filled the entire pavilion with them.

He sat on the ground and smiled at the fat girl, "Please."

The fat girl's face was dancing with excitement. She sat down excitedly and said incredulously, "These... are all for me?"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and nodded, saying, "Eat as much as you want, no charge."

Yue Ling had already told him all the news about the little girl.

The little girl's name is Zhuge Feng, nicknamed Erya. She is the granddaughter of Zhuge Yunhu and one of the few heirs of the Zhuge family today.

Her father's name was Zhuge Qing, and he was Zhuge Yu's younger brother.

When the news of Zhuge Yu's death came back, Zhuge Qing was filled with righteous indignation and joined the Imperial Observatory. Although he did not fight on the front line, he frequently used his divine calculation skills in the Tianji Pavilion. Eventually, he died of illness at the age of 34 due to leaking too many secrets.

The secrets he calculated saved countless lives.

But the secrets of heaven are still the secrets of heaven. After Zhuge Qing's death, even his wife, who was a Lingtai Lang of the Imperial Observatory, died in battle soon after.

Only the newly born Erya was left.

Yue Ling would often visit her and each time she would bring a lot of food, because Erya’s biggest hobby was eating.

Erya was eating happily. While eating, she shared her toys with Zhang Jiuyang. Unlike other children of the same age, she liked all kinds of complicated mechanical locks, ancient compasses, star charts, and battle arrays...

Erya was grateful for the favor she received, so soon she started calling him "brother, brother".

Zhang Jiuyang pinched the soft flesh on her face and liked this lively and cheerful girl very much.

Although he has no parents, he can still be so optimistic and sunny. He even said that he wants to join the Imperial Observatory in the future because the food there is better.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but just as the three were enjoying their meal, a carriage slowly stopped outside the pavilion.

Yue Ling paused slightly, and quietly pressed his palm on the hilt of the Dragon Sparrow Sword at his waist.

Zhang Jiuyang continued to tease Erya.

"Er Ya, come with me."

A low and old voice sounded in the carriage. The little girl had half a chicken wing at the corner of her mouth. Upon hearing this, she quickly shrank behind Zhang Jiuyang, grabbed the corner of Zhang Jiuyang's clothes with her greasy little hands, and shook her head like a rattle.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the carriage quietly with a deep gaze.

Inside the carriage sat a top master, whose aura was even greater than that of the imperial guard commander Ji Zhen. In his eyes, although the man was sitting in the carriage, he was like a dragon king living in the deep sea or a tiger lying in the mountains.

He seemed to see flames all over the sky, which seemed to burn all the clouds in the sky to ashes.

This person's practice of fire magic has reached an astonishing level, even better than Yue Ling's Ming Wang Fa.

The capital city is indeed a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are present.

"Your grandfather gave you to me. From now on, you have to listen to me. First of all, change your last name. From now on, you will no longer be called Zhuge Feng, but Zhu Feng."

Inside the carriage, the old voice continued to sound. Although the voice was not loud, it had an unquestionable majesty, as if the emperor was sitting high in the sky, his words were law and the whole world had to obey his orders.

"you're lying!"

When she heard that the other party wanted to change her surname, Erya actually threw all her favorite chicken wings at him, and her eyes turned red.

Snapped!
The chicken wing did not hit the carriage, but was beaten into pieces by the coachman with a whip.

Yue Ling stared at the groom with a suspicious look, as if she had thought of something.

"It's your honor that the master is willing to accept you."

The groom uttered this sentence slowly, as if he had not spoken for a long time, so he pronounced his words heavily and spoke very slowly.

He was a skinny old man, as thin as a stick, with rough and dark skin and cloudy eyes.

But Zhang Jiuyang seemed to hear the sound of rivers flowing in him.

That is the blood energy hidden like a thousand-mile glacier.

The groom whipped again, and the whip became longer in the wind, as nimble as a black snake, and rolled towards Arya.

Yue Ling was about to draw his sword, but Zhang Jiuyang held his hand.

"Be obedient. Didn't I tell you not to do anything rashly now, lest you hurt the fetus?"

Zhang Jiuyang spoke in a gentle voice, but waved his other hand.

In an instant, the wind howled violently, shaking the entire pavilion. The strong wind was like a knife, cutting the heavy iron whip into powder, and fine knife marks appeared on the beams of the pavilion.

The strong wind in the sleeves of the thirty-six techniques of Yu Ding!
With a flick of his sleeves, it is like a strong gale from the sky that can blow away the bones of immortals, rot the flowers on the top of their heads, confuse the eyes of gods, and confuse the hearts of saints.

This is a description of this supernatural power after it has been cultivated to perfection. Although there are some exaggerations, it is undeniable that this supernatural power can be listed as one of the thirty-six methods of Jade Ding, and it is indeed unique.

There is a legend about avoiding three disasters in spiritual practice. It says that if a cultivator wants to live forever, he must go through a disaster every five hundred years. The first five hundred years is a disaster of thunder, the second five hundred years is a disaster of fire, and the third five hundred years is a disaster of wind.

This wind is not the southeast, northwest wind, nor is it the gentle, golden, and northern wind, nor is it the flower, willow, pine, and bamboo wind. It is called the crow wind, which blows from the fontanelle into the six internal organs, passes through the dantian, penetrates the nine orifices, and the bones and flesh disappear, and the body disintegrates.

The purpose of this magical power of the strong wind in the sleeves is to avoid the three disasters.

At this moment, when Zhang Jiuyang used it, it was really like a hurricane turning into a dragon, roaring and dancing, rolling up thousands of dead branches and leaves, and blowing towards the carriage.

"Don't alarm the master!"

The groom yelled angrily, then jumped off the horse. His skinny body made crackling sounds, which were originally as crisp as fried beans, then like firecrackers, and finally like thunder, deafening.

The groom's thin body, like a bamboo pole, swelled up, his rough skin became shiny and translucent, and he looked like a mountain rising from the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he changed from a skinny old man into a 10-foot-tall, muscular man as strong as an iron tower.

His unique skills are at the pinnacle of practice.

His whole body was radiating a bronze luster, and his muscles were as strong as steel. He resolutely stood in front of the incoming strong wind, not wanting it to disturb the people in the carriage.

"King Kong Dharma King, you are from the White Robe Alliance!"

Yue Ling finally recognized this person's origin and her pupils narrowed.

The one who could make King Kong Dharma King, one of the four Dharma Kings of the White Robe Alliance, act as a groom, so the person sitting inside must be...

The leader in white!

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(End of this chapter)