The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 666: Vajra Indestructible Body
Capital city, Zhuge Mansion.

An old man who had fallen asleep while observing the night sky suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his cloudy eyes that was difficult to look at.

All of a sudden, those gray hair and wrinkles seemed younger.

Zhuge Yunhu looked at the compass jumping in front of him, and his eyes became extremely complicated, as if he had been expecting for a long time, and seemed a little confused, but finally replaced by a kind of determination.

"Master, they have entered Qianling Mausoleum."

The butler came quietly and reminded in a low voice.

"Have everything been arranged?"

"arranged."

The housekeeper continued, "The next generation of the Zhuge family has been secretly dispersed to various places, and Miss Erya has entered Longhu Mountain."

Zhuge Yunhu nodded, then slowly stood up. The wind blew up his beard, mixed with pieces of dry and yellow leaves.

He stretched out his hand and felt the wind passing through his fingertips, then sighed.

"got windy."

"Notify the White-Robed Leader that the Qingping Project...is officially launched."

A long wind starts from the tip of a green duckweed. This wind has been blowing since the time of Yao Ji, and it has been sixty years now. It is time for it to become a major force.

"Yes, sir!"

The butler's eyes also showed excitement, and then he left quietly and set off a firework in the backyard.

Zhuge Yunhu came to the Zhuge family's ancestral hall alone, pushed open the door and entered.

Densely packed memorial tablets came into view; they were all the ancestors of the Zhuge family, as well as the successive heads of the Zhuge family.

The memorial tablet at the top is that of the legendary Zhuge Qixing.

Zhuge Yunhu first burned incense for his ancestors, and then said in a deep voice: "I, the unworthy descendant Zhuge Yunhu, want to commit a rebellious act today, which may affect the Zhuge family's reputation for hundreds of years. I ask to be removed from the family tree, and after death I will not be buried in the ancestral tomb, and I will not be worshipped or offered incense!"

"All descendants of the Yunhu lineage must not be named Zhuge. We must change our surname to Zhu from generation to generation. I hope our ancestors will forgive us."

He inserted the incense into the burner, then knelt down respectfully and bowed. He then took a deep look at the spirit tablets, turned around and left resolutely.

The waist that had been hunched due to illness for many years suddenly became upright and straight, like a pine tree in the snow.

The door of the ancestral hall slowly closed, but no one noticed that the three incense sticks burning with smoke suddenly broke in the middle.

……

Kyushu murals, a world of eternal night.

The dark world was suddenly illuminated by golden light, and brilliant Buddha's light shone all around, flowing with eternal luster.

Vast, mellow, majestic and sacred.

With a loud sizzling sound, the head of Xuanmiao Temple, Wuchen Taoist, vomited blood, and the magic whisk in his hand instantly shattered into pieces like paper scraps, like flying flowers in the sky.

A figure broke free from the trap, his golden body shining brightly, Buddha's light vast, accompanied by rumbling Sanskrit sounds, and he punched out to kill.

Immortal golden body!

The first to be hit was the hundred-meter-high snow-capped mountain that the Qingyang Palace's head had moved in. The giant mountain came right at their heads, and the sky was dark and gloomy. This was truly a "Mount Tai pressing down on one's head."

However, Zhang Jiuyang easily supported the towering snow mountain with just one hand.

The purple and green swords came flying, like comets hitting the sun, heading straight for the purple palace between Zhang Jiuyang's eyebrows. The sword energy was so strong that sparks appeared on Zhang Jiuyang's skin even from hundreds of feet away.

He let out a long roar, his fighting spirit soaring into the sky, and he used the snow mountain as a weapon to smash the purple and green swords, just like the legendary Heaven-Flipping Seal.

With a loud bang, the snow mountain was cut in half by the sword energy, and every snowflake was crushed into pieces by the sword energy.

An impending avalanche was thus aborted.

However, the purple and green swords were also impacted, and the sword energy was agitated. The two top sword masters were forced to withdraw from the magical state of the two swords working together, and their offensive was paused. Boom!

The Yin Thunder of Yimei Zhenren attacked, and the all-pervasive black lightning tried to drill into the major acupoints on Zhang Jiuyang's body, but his golden body was completely leak-proof, truly reaching the realm of Vajra Indestructibility.

The golden light flashed, and the dark thunder scattered in all directions.

It was as if it was not the Yin Thunder from the legendary "Purple Thunder Book", the world's number one thunder method, but just shaking off water droplets and dust on clothes.

clang! clang! clang! clang!
The magic power of the 108 Arhats of the monk Kongwen was indeed extraordinary. The 108 prayer beads hit Zhang Jiuyang like meteorites, emitting a deafening sound of golden bells.

Each rosary bead was wrapped in flames, and the arhat statues on it were lifelike in the golden Buddha light, as if they would come alive in the next moment.

In an instant, even Zhang Jiuyang's immortal golden body was knocked back repeatedly, and his offensive was halted.

A strange look flashed in his eyes. This divine monk Kongwen was even more powerful than the legend said. His Taoism was so profound that it seemed he was even more powerful than the divine monk Tongji of Baiyun Temple!

"I step on it!"

The dragon-slaying old man stepped down like a giant and seized Zhang Jiuyang's momentary flaw.

"Haha, so happy!"

Zhang Jiuyang felt a little pressure, but this only aroused his fighting spirit and interest. He immediately made a Bodhi fist seal with his hands, performed the Vajra Bodhi skill, one of the 72 unique skills of Baiyun Temple, and punched out.

Boom!

The domineering fist force was like a howling wind that stretched thousands of miles, and the golden air waves were like a raging tide that swept all the 108 rosary beads away.

Behind Zhang Jiuyang, there appeared a statue of Buddha sitting cross-legged in enlightenment, which was a symbol of reaching the pinnacle of Vajra Bodhi practice.

He was originally a genius in spiritual practice, and after being enlightened by the "Tao Te Ching", his wisdom became even more extraordinary, as if he had opened a secret treasure, and he could understand all things by understanding one method.

Although he had not deliberately spent time to comprehend the unique skills of Baiyun Temple, he was able to reach a very high level just by practicing them occasionally. After discussing Taoism with Tongji yesterday, he made great progress.

puff!puff!puff!

Those rosary beads were blown away by Zhang Jiuyang's punch and rolled back to the giant foot of the dragon slayer. The power did not decrease but increased, and instantly the giant's foot was riddled with holes.

With a scream, the dragon slayer immediately put away his magic, and the giant foot returned to its normal size, but it became a bloody mess and even the bones could be seen.

"Zhang Jiuyang, you are a Taoist priest at least. How can you be so great if you only use Buddhist methods to fight the enemy?"

Taoist Youyun, the head of the Corpse Driving Mountain, made a sarcastic remark.

"Haha, then it's as you wish, but... don't regret it."

Zhang Jiuyang turned around and smiled faintly. His meaningful eyes made Youyun Taoist feel inexplicably cold.

The next moment, the golden light on Zhang Jiuyang's body went out, and the Bodhi image also disappeared without a trace, leaving only the purple cave fairy robe fluttering gently.

Sure enough, he is still young. This boy has fallen into the trap of provocation!

Taoist Youyun's eyes lit up with joy, and he immediately stopped hiding his strength and released his strongest zombie.

Boom! !
Purple lightning rose up, and out of it flew a zombie wearing a tattered Taoist robe. He had a simple face and distinct facial features, which showed that he was a handsome and tough man when he was alive.

The moment he saw the zombie, Yimei Zhenren was shocked and his eyes showed disbelief.

This... this zombie... why does it look exactly like the ancestor?
"Humph, stealing the remains of our ancestors, turning them into zombies, and driving them to a mountain of corpses... do you want to be removed from the list?"

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes suddenly became sharp, his brows opened wide, and he carefully looked at this zombie who once hid in the Penglai Fairy Palace and assisted Emperor Taizu in destroying the Yuding Palace more than 600 years ago.

During his lifetime, he was Master Zi Lei, the founder of Feixian Cave and one of the direct disciples of Master Guiguzi in ancient times.

"help me……"

Just as he was about to take action, the strange voice suddenly rang in his ears again.

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(End of this chapter)