The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 589: Stepping on the Golden Buddha, the Master Falls

When the Emperor's bell rang, even the gods' temple became distorted at this moment.

On the small ancient brass bell, the Taiqing Taoist books, Yuqing Taoist talismans and Shangqing Taoist texts sparkled brightly, and the cloud patterns, thunder seals, sun, moon, mountains and rivers all shone with infinite light.

The Daochang is the magical power of the eighth realm. This old monk in yellow robe is not in the eighth realm, but has reached the peak of the seventh realm and touched the realm of gods. That is why he can descend the True Spirit Daochang from thousands of miles away.

Although it is an incomplete dojo, it can still render most of the six realms helpless.

If it was before the breakthrough, without using the Immortal Golden Body, even if Zhang Jiuyang wanted to break free from the constraints of the Taoist temple, it would be very difficult. But now with the ringing of the Emperor Bell, everything changed.

The sound of the yellow-robed old monk knocking on the Buddha's head suddenly stopped, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.

The temple created by his magical powers seemed to have been forcibly taken away by someone.

Boom! !
Zhang Jiuyang walked forward, and with every step he took forward, his body grew ten feet taller, while the golden body of the Buddha became ten feet shorter.

Ten steps later, Zhang Jiuyang was already able to hold up the heavens and shake the earth, just like the giant spirit in mythology and legends, who could collapse mountains with just one finger, and his eyes were like the sun and the moon hanging in the sky, majestic and unfathomable.

The huge golden body that was once as majestic as a mountain has now become as small as an ant.

Zhang Jiuyang stretched out his foot and stepped forward like covering the sky and the sun, crushing the golden statue of Buddha into pieces. The temple was disbanded and he returned to the imperial study.

It was not that the evil spirit who claimed to be the God of Brahma was killed by him, but that a wisp of true spirit sent down by the other party was crushed by him and turned into ashes.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the solid black skull finally shattered under the flames and turned into ashes amid the desperate screams of the female boss.

It was obvious that she had been abandoned by the revered Brahma.

But surprisingly, Zhang Jiuyang did not find her soul, as if her body was empty and her soul had been devoured long ago.

Thinking of the strange Buddha head, Zhang Jiuyang had a vague guess.

Any evil magic has a price. The female master can gain immortality, perhaps by sacrificing her own soul.

This made him frown slightly. It seemed that his idea of ​​using his ghost-eating ability to find out the emperor's background was doomed to fail.

The emperor must have anticipated this, which is why he handed over the female master's head.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the emperor with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Just now, the old monk in yellow robe called the female headmistress Yuxiu, and this name seemed familiar to him.

Speaking of Princess Yuxiu, isn’t she the daughter of the late emperor who was married to the kingdom of Kaloulan in the Western Regions as a marriage alliance?

Thinking of the old monk who claimed to be the Brahma God and was also in the Western Regions, Zhang Jiuyang's heart sank.

The female chief of Jingyesi only appeared recently. Calculating the time, it seems that it was not long after the old monk escaped from the Immortal Palace.

"The Western Regions owe you a favor..."

Thinking of the words of the old monk in yellow robe, Zhang Jiuyang felt something was wrong. How could he, alone, represent the countries in the Western Regions?
Even if he has to be a representative, it should be Gesang of Nalanda Monastery of the Tantric Buddhism. How could it be him?
Could it be that the Western Regions and Nalanda Monastery have fallen?

This is not groundless speculation. Judging from the strength displayed by the old monk in yellow robe, he is even stronger than the number one master of Tantric Buddhism, Venerable Gesang. He can even conquer the entire Western Regions.

"Zhang Jiuyang, you have already killed the man, and Jing Yesi is gone too. It's time to calm down your anger."

The emperor's voice interrupted Zhang Jiuyang's thoughts.

"not enough."

Zhang Jiuyang stared at the emperor, as if he wanted to see through the bloated fat and see into his soul.

The emperor frowned and said, "What else do you want? If you want the file in Qianling Mausoleum, I will not agree to it."

"It's not the dossier, but I want to ask Your Majesty for a person."

The emperor's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Who do you want?"

"Princess Yuzhen."

When Zhang Jiuyang said this name, he saw the emperor's expression suddenly change. He became gloomy and unpredictable in an instant, as if he would burst into anger at any time.

"No." "If your majesty doesn't give it to me, I will ask for it myself."

Zhang Jiuyang made a further test. He shook the Emperor Bell again, and the void around him seemed to solidify all of a sudden.

The wind stopped, the clouds were still, and even the anger in the emperor's eyes froze.

Roar! !

As if sensing that the emperor was in danger, the Shenzhou Dragon Vein suddenly moved, letting out a deafening dragon roar and flying towards Zhang Jiuyang.

But the closer it got to Zhang Jiuyang, the slower the dragon vein flew, and in the end it even solidified in the night sky like a sculpture.

However, Zhang Jiuyang was not at ease either. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his magic power was being rapidly consumed.

The dragon veins of Shenzhou condense the luck of hundreds of millions of lives and the national destiny of the Daqian royal family. It is more than ten thousand pounds heavy. A wisp of dragon energy falling is enough to crush the mountains. Zhang Jiuyang is now like he is forcibly carrying the world on his back.

The Emperor Bell is not omnipotent. It also has a limit. If this limit is broken, the magical power will be broken, Zhang Jiuyang will suffer backlash, and there is even a risk of serious injury and death.

Seizing this precious opportunity, Zhang Jiuyang disappeared in a flash, leaving only the distorted void like ripples in his place.

At this moment, everyone in the palace fell silent.

The next moment, he appeared in the Jade Pavilion and saw Princess Yuzhen in the crystal coffin again.

The other party was still as beautiful as ever, like a sleeping fairy, but Zhang Jiuyang keenly noticed that there was a red line on her wrist.

That's a scar.

This means that her blood had been taken again since Zhang Jiuyang left last time.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. As expected, the emperor used him as a gun last time and deliberately allowed him to come to the Jade Pavilion to use the power of his golden body to suppress the gradually awakening Princess Yuzhen.

After he left, the emperor could draw blood again.

If he guessed correctly, Princess Yuzhen lying in the coffin was not unconscious. On the contrary, she was very awake.

She struggled hard, trying to wake up.

Is the late emperor...really dead?

If you think about it carefully, there are actually some subtle flaws in Zhuge Yunhu's story.

Zhuge Yunhu said that it was Princess Yuzhen who turned into a zombie and bit the late emperor to death. However, the late emperor was protected by the dragon veins and controlled the national defense formation, which was enough to fight against the seven realms. Even if Princess Yuzhen caught him by surprise, could she really bite him to death?

The late emperor was such a smart man, he schemed to kill Si Zhu and Yao Ji. Zhuge Yunhu quietly changed the formation in the palace, was it really possible that he didn't notice anything?

Zhang Jiuyang always felt that there was a secret hidden in this, a secret so shocking that even Zhuge Yunhu had to keep his mouth shut and dared not tell it.

As long as we can figure out that secret, everything will fall into place.

They were unwilling to speak, but Zhang Jiuyang believed that Princess Yuzhen, the "victim", would definitely be willing to speak.

Zhang Jiuyang reached out to the Longevity Coffin, ready to wake it up and release it.

None of you want her to come out, and you all covet her blood of immortality. If that's the case, then no one wants her!
But just as his hand was about to touch the coffin, a hand with a faint fairy light pressed his wrist.

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked.

This means that the other party has forcibly broken free from the restraints of the Emperor Bell and has become the second person in the palace who can move freely.

The Emperor's Bell failed for the first time.

"Tianyuan, it's not time yet."

"hold on."

The abbot of Taiping Temple looked at him quietly and smiled slightly.

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(End of this chapter)