The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 587: Meeting the Master Again, a Head

"it is good."

After getting the answer he wanted, Zhang Jiuyang did not delay any longer.

He performed the Eight Arts of Hiding on the Earth, and bright rays of light burst out from his body. Then his body became transparent, and he walked through the wall before the soldiers could open the palace gate, disappearing in an instant.

Threatening the palace also contained a testing intention.

Zhang Jiuyang could feel that there was a very powerful opponent hidden in the palace, whose aura was as deep as the abyss and unfathomable. Even now he felt some pressure.

He has just made a breakthrough and his foundation is not yet stable. He is not yet completely familiar with the two great magical powers that the Holy Infant has realized, so Zhang Jiuyang wants to force the other party to hand over the Master.

Otherwise, he would have directly escaped into the palace, and Ji Zhen might not have been able to find him.

It seemed that his pressure was effective. Ji Zhen must have heard some news and relaxed all of a sudden, as if he was no longer worried that he would go on a killing spree.

Having visited the imperial palace once last time, Zhang Jiuyang already knew all the palaces by heart.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the imperial study.

The Eight Hidden Arts is the only art of hiding and invisibility among the Thirty-Six Arts of the Jade Ding Palace. It is like the misty clouds, like the silent breeze, hidden among the sun and the moon. Not a single drop of Qi can be leaked, and heaven and man coexist in harmony.

At this moment, he was like a breeze and a ray of moonlight, easily passing through the soldiers and sentries guarding outside the imperial study and entering the house.

The emperor was standing at the window with his back to him, and there was a figure playing chess with him.

The emperor stood and he sat.

Zhang Jiuyang immediately looked at that person. There was no doubt that this person was the top master he sensed hiding in the palace, and he was also the person who was secretly spying on him when he destroyed the major strongholds of Jingyesi.

Wearing a simple Taoist robe and a Ziwu hairpin on her head, she leaned lazily beside the chessboard. Even in front of the emperor, her posture was very casual.

He was a Taoist who looked to be about thirty years old. His temples were gray, but the rest of his hair was jet black, shiny and glossy. His face was as white as jade. He looked elegant and humble, with a gentle temperament.

The number one Taoist in the world, the Master of Taiping Temple!

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved, feeling surprised, yet not surprised.

The master of Taiping Temple is such a mysterious person, he suddenly appeared during the previous emperor's period, his methods and schemes are unfathomable, giving people the feeling that he is an otherworldly master who plays with the world.

Yue Ling had investigated him before, but despite all the efforts of the Imperial Observatory, there was not much gain. The only gain was that the abbot of Taiping Temple was very lazy and afraid of trouble. He claimed that he had three disciples, and the eldest disciple was named Tianyuan, who was the most valued by him. However, he seemed to have died long ago and no trace of him could be found.

The second disciple, Fang Yuan, is in charge of the current Taiping Temple. He has a respected status and a high level of cultivation.

The third disciple's ghost formation rarely appears in the eyes of the world and is very mysterious.

The abbot of Taiping Temple often mistakes his disciples for the others. For example, he mistakes Fang Yuan for Tian Yuan and Gui Zhen for Tian Yuan, and he often mutters about Tian Yuan.

This is all the information about the abbot of Taiping Temple in the Imperial Observatory.

"Tianyuan, you are here."

Just as Zhang Jiuyang looked at the master of Taiping Temple, the other party's hand that was playing chess paused slightly, and then looked sideways at Zhang Jiuyang.

The magical power of the Eight Hidden Earth Techniques seemed to have failed. His deep gaze seemed to see through everything and immediately fell on Zhang Jiuyang.

It was what he said that made Zhang Jiuyang stunned and at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Did he mistake himself for the disciple named Tianyuan?

Since he had been discovered, he simply withdrew his magical powers. A faint light and shadow first appeared in the imperial study, and then gradually condensed.

"Senior, we meet again, but I am not Tian Yuan, you must have made a mistake."

Zhang Jiuyang's attitude towards the Taiping Temple Master was relatively moderate. After all, he had received a lot of help from the Taiping Temple Master.

When he was in Yangzhou, that Ren Yuan Jin Dan helped him break through. Later, when he was selecting the scriptures, the abbot of Taiping Temple even sent someone to bring him the "Taiping Sutra" for him to choose.

Although Zhang Jiuyang did not choose to use the Taiping Jing to learn sutras, it is undeniable that the Taiping Jing did benefit him a lot in the field of divine calculations. The Taiping Temple Master wanted to accept him as a disciple twice, and his attitude was very sincere. Although Zhang Jiuyang refused both times, he was still somewhat grateful.

Later, because of his mission to establish a religion, he forcefully destroyed the Qixia Temple and became enemies with the Taiping Temple, but the other side did not retaliate in any way.

But this time, for some reason, the master of Taiping Temple, who had always been aloof from the world, stood beside the emperor.

"It looks like, it really looks like."

The master of Taiping Temple looked at Zhang Jiuyang now, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

After a pause, he seemed a little dazed, and said to the emperor who was standing by the window with his hands behind his back: "Tianyuan, do you think he looks like--"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the Taiping Temple Master regained consciousness and murmured, "You are fat and ugly, you are not Tianyuan."

emperor:"……"

Shaking his head and smiling, the Taiping Temple Master said to Zhang Jiuyang: "I'm sorry, I made fun of you. When people get older, sometimes their brains won't be very sharp. I was sick again just now."

After a pause, he waved his sleeves and said without any embarrassment: "Don't be restrained, you guys chat."

He looked at Zhang Jiuyang and the emperor with interest.

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a moment. He didn't know what the master of Taiping Temple was up to, nor did he want to know. He just wanted to take one person's life.

"What you want is on the table."

This was the first time the emperor spoke since Zhang Jiuyang appeared. His voice was majestic and heavy, but calm, as if he had no anger at being forced to abdicate.

Zhang Jiuyang's gaze focused on the large round plate on the table, on which was an upside-down golden lid.

He had previously thought that it was the emperor's midnight snack and had not looked at it carefully. Now that he was reminded, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

There is a faint smell of blood in it. If it was a dish, why would the emperor eat it raw?
A vague guess arose in Zhang Jiuyang's mind.

He walked over and slowly picked up the lid.

The next moment, the smell of blood hit his face, and the blood dyed the silver-white tray red. His messy black hair hung down, soaked with blood.

It was a human head.

The head of the female chief of the Jingye Division of Daqian.

It seemed as if the chop had just been made not long ago, the blood was still flowing, his eyes were closed, but tears of blood were faintly flowing.

What's even more strange is that there is a Taoist talisman stuck on her forehead with the word "Peace" written on it.

Zhang Jiuyang felt a powerful and mysterious energy from the talisman. There was no doubt that the talisman must have been made by the abbot of Taiping Temple.

"I have already given you what you want, but..."

The emperor turned around, his eyes seemed elusive as if hidden in the shadows, and his voice was meaningful.

"She is not ordinary. Whether you can break her immortality depends on your ability."

Zhang Jiuyang was startled when he heard this, and then reached out and took off the talisman drawn by the abbot of Taiping Temple himself.

The next moment, the eyes of the human head suddenly opened, the pupils bulged and were full of blood, and it opened its mouth and let out a shrill roar, the voice full of resentment.

"God of Brahma, please protect me from death!"

"Zhang Jiuyang, Father, you can't kill me!!"

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(End of this chapter)