The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 665 No. in the world
Go together?

If someone had told them before the Luotian Grand Ceremony that a young man no older than thirty would single-handedly take on the nine great immortals.

They would definitely think that man was crazy, but now, they couldn't laugh.

Because Zhang Jiuyang really seems to have that ability.

"My dear seniors, why hesitate any longer? I know that you have already made a secret agreement to defeat me first and then decide who will be the national teacher."

Zhang Jiuyang looked at them, smiled and said, "It's just that you are embarrassed and can't join forces to besiege a junior. In this case, I might as well take the initiative to invite you."

Even facing the siege of nine great masters, Zhang Jiuyang remained calm and composed, chatting and laughing.

This demeanor made everyone secretly amazed.

"Master Zhang is open and aboveboard in his conduct. I admire him."

Immortal Yimei stroked his beard and smiled, looking at the other Immortals, and said: "My fellow Taoists, if we lose even if we join forces, not only will the position of National Master belong to Tianshi Zhang, but also if Tianshi Zhang calls for help in the future, we should also do our part and repay the favor. How do you think?"

Master Yimei is the master of Feixian Cave. Maybe his cultivation level is not the highest, but he has the longest seniority. He took the lead in saying this, and no one else had any objection.

"It should be so. I, Wuchen, would like to ask Master Zhang for guidance!"

Taoist Wuchen flicked his whisk, and three thousand white threads rose like a waterfall, agile as a dragon, and stabbed towards Zhang Jiuyang.

This is his famous magic weapon, the Infinite Whisk. Each of its whisks comes from a great demon with at least the fourth realm of cultivation. It has been refined through the secret method of Xuanmiao Temple and has been nurtured with magical power for decades. With a light flick, it can block rivers and even trap people.

Zhang Jiuyang raised his sword and was about to attack when a Buddhist chant was heard.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, Buddha's light burst out from the body of the holy monk Kongwen of Qingliang Temple, and he uttered Sanskrit sounds, which was like a wake-up call.

This Sanskrit sound may seem solemn and majestic, but in fact it contains a method of attacking the soul and can hurt a person's spirit invisibly.

Zhang Jiuyang looked towards him suddenly, his eyes sharp and with a hint of scrutiny.

This kind of magic technique made him feel vaguely familiar.

Now Zhang Jiuyang has practiced many sound techniques and has achieved achievements in this field that are unbelievable to ordinary people. Therefore, although the monk Kongwen has profound Taoism and concealed his methods, he still detected a clue.

He sneered in his heart. His spiritual sword heart was clear and spotless, so he would naturally not be bewitched by the sound power. Just as he was about to fight back, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"help me……"

"save……"

It was a faint cry for help, extremely pleading and weak, neither male nor female, seemingly with an image yet without an image.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart was moved. This didn't seem to be the method of the monk Kongwen, but...

As he delayed like this, Taoist Wuchen's whisk had already wrapped him up, making him look like a silkworm cocoon.

Everyone thought that the monk Kongwen's sound power had worked, and their eyes lit up.

"receive!"

Taoist Wu Chen waved his whisk and chanted a mantra. The white silk threads entwined and contracted like countless giant pythons, bursting out with astonishing power, which could crush an iron mountain into pieces.

But his expression soon changed drastically, because the whisk in his hand had been stretched to the extreme and could not be tightened any more.

It was as if there was a piece of diamond stone inside that could not be burned by fire or destroyed by lightning.

"Let's take action together!!"

The whisk in Taoist Wuchen's hand suddenly trembled violently. He held it with both hands, his face flushed red, veins bulging on his hands, and he had poured all his magical power into it.

He felt as if he was tying up a real dragon or a giant elephant. The terrifying brute force was almost too much for him to bear. Sizzle!

Tiny cracks appeared on the whisk.

At this time, the other real people also fully realized the situation and knew that there was an insurmountable gap in strength between themselves and Zhang Jiuyang.

They finally let go of their reserve and attacked together.

The headmaster of Qingyang Palace used the mountain-moving technique to move a snowy mountain and smashed it towards Zhang Jiuyang.

Master Linghui and the Grand Elder of Bashu Sword Pavilion drew their swords at the same time. The two top sword masters who had reached the sixth realm put aside their pride as swordsmen and chose to wield both swords together.

The sword and qi blend together, one is soft, one is hard, one is yin, one is yang.

I saw purple and green colors across the sky, illuminating the sky like a rainbow. The sword energy shot straight into the sky and added two bright stars to the dark night.

Master Yimei pinched the thunder seal and summoned black Yin thunder, which struck Zhang Jiuyang's major acupoints without any holes.

The dragon-slaying old man's magic staff was broken, but he still had the secret power of his physical body. His lame foot suddenly grew bigger and was ten feet high. He stepped towards Zhang Jiuyang like a giant.

The monk Kongwen chanted the Buddha's name, with a trace of guilt on his face. He hesitated for a moment but still followed suit.

The one hundred and eight beads moved like wind and thunder, just like thunderbolts, making a whooshing sound that broke through the air. The speed was so fast that even ripples appeared in the void, and the friction around the beads produced hot flames.

The unique skill of Qingliang Temple, the magic of the 108 Arhats to suppress demons.

Each rosary bead is engraved with the image of an Arhat. With the power of all Buddhas, when it is wielded, it is like the 108 Arhats descending to the earth to defeat demons. Even a body of steel will be shattered to pieces, with both body and soul destroyed.

……

At this moment, there were only two real people who had not taken action.

One is Yue Ling, a holy monk from Baiyun Temple.

"Aren't you going to help him?"

The monk Tongji made way for him and said, "I am stupid and don't want to be besieged even if I can't win. Deputy Yue Jian can help Master Zhang first, and then we can compete in the Ming Wang Fa."

Among all the real people, except Yue Ling, he has the best relationship with Zhang Jiuyang.

The two of them got to know each other through fighting, and they both admired each other. They discussed the philosophy yesterday with an open mind and gained a lot from each other.

He already felt that this Luotian Grand Ceremony had yielded fruitful results.

What's more, he is now fully focused on Mahayana Buddhism, and his desire for the position of national teacher has been greatly reduced.

"Need not."

Yue Ling didn't even glance at her husband who was being besieged by seven real people. Her smile revealed a hint of undisguised pride.

"That's his battle. My husband, Yue Ling, will be invincible!"

How could the man who could make her admit defeat, who was at the peak of his career as a hero, be defeated by these dying, old people?

A new generation replaces the old.

After the Luotian Grand Ceremony today, everyone in the world will know that Taoism, the world of cultivation, has produced a peerless genius who is unrivaled in the world and overpowers the great masters of both Taoism and Buddhism!
Tongji was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, "So that's how it is. I understand."

He put his palms together, and the image of Mingwang rose from behind him. It had three heads and six arms, standing upright, stepping on a fire dragon, and glaring at him.

"Amitabha, let's decide who is the true Ming Wang today."

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(End of this chapter)