The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 692: The Master of Strategy, the Master of Chess, and the Grand Master of Daxia
Zhang Jiuyang was suddenly touched when he read this text.

Zhuge Qixing dragged his seriously injured body, burned his lifespan, returned to the peak, made a big fuss in the underworld alone, and snatched back half of his third brother's soul.

This passage is elegant and flowing, and its power shines through the paper, as if the author was feeling excited and in high spirits when he wrote it.

Suddenly, the old man with white hair looked a bit like his youth again.

At the same time, he also understood why the soul of Yue Junshen still had self-awareness in the Taizu's will. It turned out that half of his soul was snatched back by Zhuge Qixing.

Unfortunately, the following writing style becomes gloomy and frustrated, and the words reveal a hint of sadness that is difficult to conceal.

"Now my time is coming to an end. I will never be able to see the scene of rice fields rolling in waves and children reciting books. I feel ashamed of the late emperor's trust in the country and the sea. I cannot create an era of green cliffs and white deer."

"I only hope that those who come after me will take this fragment and continue my unfinished ambition. You must know that although the road to Chang'an is far, there will always be children who will take up the torch and walk on it."

"In my life, I have never failed my country, my people, my elder brothers, or my younger brothers. My fellow men of later generations, please do not laugh at my foolish loyalty, nor feel sad for my folly."

"My soul has returned to Peach Mountain. I weep as I write this letter, and I don't know what to say."

"In the autumn of the forty-eighth year of Qianyuan, Zhuge Qixing wrote his last work."

At this point, Zhang Jiuyang had finished reading the entire file. He remained silent for a long time, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Especially the last paragraph, which still had faint blood stains on it, showing that Zhuge Qixing was indeed at the end of his rope at that time.

Zhuge Qixing died in the autumn of the 48th year of Qianyuan. I think it was shortly after he wrote this last letter.

It is said that when he died, although it was late autumn, the entire imperial capital was covered with peach blossoms in full bloom overnight. Some people even saw a white crane circling the Weiyang Palace three times, carrying a broken tiger talisman and jumping into the Han River.

So much so that more than 600 years have passed, and people today are still obsessed with the word Qianyuan, and deeply yearn for and miss the national teacher who devoted his life to the country.

It was as if in another world, even after more than a thousand years, there were still countless people hoping that the Prime Minister would win.

After a moment, Zhang Jiuyang carefully put away the scroll.

To be honest, what was recorded in this scroll was far less than he expected, and many of his inner doubts could not be answered.

But he felt it was extremely precious.

In order to suppress the great demon that devoured the destiny of the human world, Daqian has paid too much. Now that the demon has been destroyed, the world may usher in a true era of prosperity.

Of course, Zhang Jiuyang also knew that things were not that simple.

For example, why did the Immortal Master Guiguzi turn into the red-haired devil?

For example, who is Tianzun and what is he planning?
The battle of Qianling this time gathered many powerful people from all over the world, even the Venerable Gesang who had not appeared in the world for a long time came. Could it be that the Heavenly Venerable was just watching?

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiuyang did not delay any longer. His body turned into a flash of lightning and pierced through the void in an instant.

After mastering the Five Thunders Heavenly Heart Orthodox Method, the art of Thunder Escape entered a new realm in his hands. It was not just ordinary flying, but turning into lightning to shatter the void, and then traveling through a special chaotic world.

There is no life there, no heaven, earth, sun, moon, or stars. It is filled with nothingness and all kinds of mixed spiritual energy.

Among them is Thunder.

Boom!

There was a flash of lightning, and when it reached a certain place, it broke through the void again, entered the real world, and turned into the figure of Zhang Jiuyang.

At this moment, he was already in the capital city, two thousand miles away.

The whole process took only a few breaths, and even the national defense formation did not notice it.

This is the way to control space by using thunder method.

Although it is still somewhat inferior to the magical power of the Emperor Bell, it consumes less mana and has less burden on the body.

Qianling Mausoleum, or Taoshan.

The place has changed a lot. It is no longer a mausoleum, but full of peach blossoms, just like the late autumn night when Master Zhuge fell. Under the peach tree, the chessboard shook slightly.

Emperor Taizu and the abbot of Taiping Temple, who were playing chess, raised their heads at the same time and looked at the handsome Taoist priest who appeared out of nowhere and was wearing a purple cave fairy robe.

"I didn't expect you to reach the seventh level so quickly. If my second brother were still alive, he would have a lot to say to you when he saw you."

Emperor Taizu's eyes were a little dazed, as if he saw his second brother who was handsome and talented with a feather fan and a green scarf when they swore brotherhood at Peach Mountain.

"Congratulations to Master Zhang for breaking through!"

The abbot of Taiping Temple bowed and saluted, with a slight ripple in his eyes.

Obviously, Zhang Jiuyang's cultivation speed also exceeded his expectations.

Zhang Jiuyang returned the greeting, then looked at the two of them deeply and said, "Two seniors, now that things have come to this, please tell me the truth."

During the battle of Qianling Mausoleum, he felt that there was an invisible hand behind the scenes controlling everything.

For example, the emperor had tampered with Yu Zhen's sea of ​​consciousness in advance, hoping to use it to threaten Zhang Jiuyang. However, the jade talisman secretly hidden in Qianling Mausoleum inexplicably turned into a pig's trotter.

It was not Lu Zu's method, but someone had secretly replaced the jade talisman with a pig's trotter before that and cast a spell to cover it up.

That person is the abbot of Taiping Temple in front of him.

Zhang Jiuyang stared at him quietly, with lightning surging in the depths of his eyes. He wanted to see the other party's background clearly, but found that he still couldn't see clearly.

But now he is certain that the master of Taiping Temple should have reached the eighth level of Yang God cultivation.

What secrets does Zhuge Qixing's master, who was in the eighth realm six hundred years ago, have?
What was the purpose of all this he did?
Under Zhang Jiuyang's gaze, even the unfathomable Master of Taiping Temple felt a faint sense of pressure, and seemed to hear rumbling thunder in his ears.

Even the chess pieces on the board were jumping slightly.

He flicked his sleeves lightly, stopping the jumping chess piece, and then a bitter smile appeared on his face, saying: "It seems that even if I don't want to say it this time, I have to say it."

Upon hearing this, Taizu laughed and said, "Li Guanqi, if you don't say anything, I'm afraid this old bone will be torn apart by this kid."

It is indeed powerful to have a Yang God in the eighth realm, but this kid is simply a monster. He has many powerful magical powers. He can kill a person in the seventh realm when he is in the sixth realm. Who knows if he can match the eighth realm when he is in the seventh realm?

After a pause, Taizu said, "You go ahead and talk first. I just need to think about chess for a while."

He is now at a disadvantage and every step is difficult.

The master of Taiping Temple nodded, but there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"This incident happened so long ago that I don't even know where to start."

"By the way, you should have read Tianyuan's last words, so let's start with Tianyuan."

The thunder in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes gradually dissipated, just like the rolling ocean returning to calm.

He sat on the ground and listened quietly.

"Strictly speaking, Tian Yuan is not only my disciple, but also my master."

Zhang Jiuyang was a little confused by the first sentence of the Taiping Temple Master, and he even suspected that he was confused again.

"Tian Yuan, also known as Zhuge Qixing, was a priest of the Great Xia Dynasty in ancient times in his previous life, and was also the most trusted Grand Master of the Human Emperor."

"Although there are many philosophers, only a few can be called saints. However, he is praised as both a saint of strategy and a saint of chess."

"The great war that affected all beings in the three realms was a game between him and the gods in the heavens."

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(End of this chapter)