The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 667: Feixian Patriarch, Venerable Gesang

This sound...

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flashed. He was sure that only he could hear this strange cry for help. No one else reacted at all.

Could it be that the zombie in front of him...the Master Purple Thunder was asking for help from him?
Thinking of this, Zhang Jiuyang took a deep breath, and the Sanqing Bell appeared in his hand.

"Oh no, he's trying to freeze the space, stop him quickly-"

Master Linghui came forward with a sword in hand. The sword light was as fast as a flying wild goose. In a flash, it appeared in front of Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, and the tip of the sword was only an inch away from his eyes.

But unfortunately, the imperial bell has already rung.

The sound of the ancient bell contains the power to turn the world upside down, and the movement trajectories of earth, water, wind and fire in the world of the painting are frozen in an instant.

In an instant, everyone froze in place, as if they were under a spell.

The sword of Master Linghui, the thunder of Master Feixian, the curse of Taoist Wuchen, the mountain of Master Qingyang, the Buddhist sound of Monk Kongwen...

All these magical powers that could easily kill big demons were fixed in the void. Even a fierce dragon crossing the river had to stay still at this moment.

Zhang Jiuyang's magic power was rapidly depleting.

He took a step, shortened the distance, and instantly appeared in front of Master Feixian. Looking at the zombie wrapped in thunder, he opened his eyes and revealed an inquiring look.

"Are you asking for help?"

He whispered to the other party, but the other party had empty eyes and did not respond.

Zhang Jiuyang no longer hesitated, and formed the Three Flowers Seal with his hands, breaking through the layers of thunder and directly hitting the zombie on the head.

Boom!

Accompanied by brilliant lightning, the Feixian Patriarch fell directly to the earth, like a falling meteorite, causing the earth to shake violently.

"It looks like you're not the one asking for help."

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head, and in a flash he appeared in front of Taoist Youyun again, reaching out and grabbing his throat.

"Rao——"

Click!

With a crisp sound, Zhang Jiuyang directly crushed his throat. His eyes opened wide and a fierce heavenly fire gushed out, directly burning his soul.

Looking at the pair of eyes that were quickly dimming, Zhang Jiuyang's expression was cold and calm.

"Now that I use Taoism, are you satisfied?"

What is truly powerful about him now is not his indestructible golden body that can fight against the seven realms, but the two great magical powers of "Yu" and "Zhou" that he realized after being enlightened by the Tao Te Ching and the Holy Infant.

Yu is the emperor's bell, controlling the four directions up and down.

The universe is Tai Chi, governing the past, present and future.

These two kinds of magical powers are extremely powerful, and are very similar to the thirty-six magical powers of Tiangang in Chinese Taoism, such as moving stars and changing constellations and reversing yin and yang.

You know, that is one of the top three magical powers among the Thirty-Six Tiangang Methods.

Relying on these two magical powers, even if his comprehension is not deep enough, Zhang Jiuyang's Taoist magic is enough to fight against the Seventh Realm and even kill him.

The Immortal Golden Body can only contend with and challenge the Seven Realms, but the two great Taoist magical powers he possesses can destroy the Seven Realms.

At least, he had estimated that if he faced an enemy who had also cultivated an indestructible golden body, the two great magical powers of Yu and Zhou would be enough to destroy him, although the consumption would also be extremely great.

Therefore, his previous use of Buddhist magical powers was considered as holding back.

The magical power of Emperor Bell dissipated, and the group of immortals resumed their actions. They looked at the corpse of Taoist Youyun in horror, and then looked at Zhang Jiuyang.

"You, how did you kill it?"

"Why did Master Zhang kill him?"

"Amitabha, Master Zhang's reckless killing intention has violated the true meaning of the compassion of Buddhism..."

They were shocked. Although Zhang Jiuyang had behaved domineeringly before, he was not bloodthirsty at all. His every move was aboveboard and his mind and bearing were worthy of a master.

But this ruthless action now undoubtedly subverts the previous image.

Moreover, as True Immortals of the Sixth Realm, they would inevitably feel shocked when seeing this scene. It turns out that they, who are so high and mighty, could be killed so... easily?
Zhang Jiuyang spewed out the Samadhi True Fire, burning Taoist Youyun's body completely, leaving no ashes.

After all, he is the headmaster of the Corpse Driving Mountain, and his research on corpses is unparalleled in the world. He doesn't want to leave any trouble behind, so he either doesn't kill anyone or he kills them again.

After doing all this, he turned around and said calmly: "The zombie just now was the remains of Master Zi Lei, the founder of Feixian Cave." The founder of Feixian Cave? ! !
In an instant, everyone looked towards Master Yimei, and seeing the shock and complexity on his face, they knew that what Zhang Jiuyang said was true.

In an instant, they were filled with disgust towards Taoist Master Youyun.

As a practitioner, who doesn’t have a master? Who doesn’t value his own inheritance?

For them, becoming an immortal and maintaining the orthodox tradition are the most important things in the world. The act of using the remains of other people's ancestors to refine corpses is truly abominable.

Of course, what they didn’t know was that there were two other reasons why Zhang Jiuyang killed him.

The first is that Taoist Youyun once manipulated his sister, Princess Yuzhen, and the second is that he secretly defected to the emperor.

"Well done! How can such a scum be qualified to take on the important task of Imperial Master?"

The emperor, who had been watching from the sidelines, was not angry. Instead, he praised Zhang Jiuyang's behavior with a righteous look on his face.

"Yes, if it were me, I would kill him too!"

Nun Linghui spoke up. She was already extremely murderous, so she naturally didn't care about Zhang Jiuyang's ruthlessness. On the contrary, she even admired Zhang Jiuyang more.

The Taoist Heavenly Master and the Great Qian State Master, in addition to their extraordinary cultivation, should also have such thunderous and killing methods.

Only in this way can you shock the heroes and command the world.

Master Yimei bowed and said, "Thank you, Master Zhang. I am willing to give up the fight. Could you return the remains of our ancestor to me?"

This was a reasonable request, but Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said with a smile: "No, because I haven't had enough of it yet."

"Go on, don't hold back. If this battle satisfies me, you can take the remains of the Feixian Patriarch back with you."

There was a hint of weirdness in the eyes of the real people.

Keep it?

Who is holding back?

Did we hold back?

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the monk Kongwen with a kind look, and said with a smile, "Should I call you the monk Kongwen, or..."

"Venerable Gesang?"

Boom!

The four words "Venerable Gesang" exploded in everyone's ears like a thunder. They were all shocked and looked surprised.

There are only a handful of the six realms in this world, and each of them is a famous and top figure. The name of Venerable Gesang is even more of a legend among the six realms.

The abbot of Nalanda Temple in the Western Regions, a divine monk who has lived for hundreds of years, is known as the Zhuge Qixing of the Western Regions and is one of the people in the world who is closest to the Seven Realms.

There are even rumors that Venerable Gesang has entered the seventh realm and is currently comprehending the meth for longevity, otherwise how could he have lived so long?
However, Venerable Gesang had lived in the Western Regions for a long time and had been aloof from the world for hundreds of years. He had long been a legendary figure. How could he have come here and become the divine monk Kongwen of Qingliang Temple?
"Amitabha, I don't know what you are talking about, benefactor?"

The monk Kongwen still had his eyes lowered, as calm as an ancient pond, neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor worried, without a single flaw.

"Venerable Gesang is the most eminent monk in the Tantric Buddhism. I have heard of his great name for a long time, but I have never met him. How could he be Venerable Gesang?"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled casually, his eyes were blazing, and the light between his eyebrows was so bright and shining that it was difficult to look directly at him.

"You can't fool me. The Avalokitesvara Daluo Mantra betrayed you. Otherwise, I might not be able to see through your disguise."

"Besides you..."

Zhang Jiuyang continued, "That little monk, come out too."

Is there another person hiding?

Everyone looked surprised and looked around suspiciously.

"Is Mr. Zhang suffering from hysteria?"

The monk Kongwen asked in confusion.

In response, Zhang Jiuyang was not angry. Instead, he suddenly smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth.

"Haha, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it. When I beat you to death... I won't believe that you don't use real kung fu."

Kong Wen's pupils narrowed slightly.

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(End of this chapter)