The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 713: Thunder Eyes of Puhua Tianzun

White clouds and dark dogs fill the empty corridors, and half a roll of tea smoke erodes the years.

In the blink of an eye, two months have passed. It is already late autumn, but the sunshine in the capital is still bright.

Clouds roll and flowers bloom and fall.

The capital city became more prosperous, with crowds of people flocking in and all businesses thriving. Wu salt piled up like snow on the official boats, and Shu paper weighed down the restaurants like clouds.

The people's faces were filled with smiles, their skin was rosy and full of vitality.

The Imperial Observatory combined prescriptions from various schools and developed a special kind of magical rice that is not only easier to fill the stomach, but also strengthens the body and nourishes the blood.

Many of the children have become visibly stronger, and some have even shown the potential for spiritual practice.

People praised the Emperor of Daqian and the imperial teacher, were full of hope for their future life, and the momentum of the revival was growing.

However, what they didn't know was that an invisible dark cloud had quietly covered the sky above the capital.

The prosperous new dynasty was at a critical juncture.

The dawn before the storm.

In a secret room in the palace.

Zhang Jiuyang has been in seclusion for two consecutive months. He hopes to push his cultivation to the eighth level of Yang God before the final decisive battle.

The key to the emergence of Yang Shen in the Eight Realms lies in the word Yang Shen.

After the Holy Infant subdues the five internal organs and moves to the Purple Palace, it will sit upright on the five-colored lotus platform, being nourished by the divine power of the five internal organs day and night and gradually growing stronger.

When the Holy Infant is strong enough, it can try to jump out of the 'Heavenly Gate', that is, jump out from the Baihui acupoint and transform from a Yin God to a Yang God.

That is the eighth stage of Yang Shen.

Once one reaches this state, one can develop a Taoist temple and create a universe outside the body, just like the master of a small world. Thunder, rain, life and death, all depend on a single thought. Such a person is known as a land immortal.

Zhang Jiuyang had previously comprehended the Buddha's legacy. Although that scripture was not a magical skill, it contained the supreme wisdom and spiritual knowledge of the Lotus Buddha.

Zhang Jiuyang's Holy Infant was originally based on Taoism, but after comprehending the Brahma Sutra, he had completely integrated the foundations of Buddhism and Taoism into one, and his soul made rapid progress.

It is enough to equal ten years of hard training.

However, when he tried to make the Holy Infant jump out of the "Gate of Heaven", he still felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. He could not continue halfway up and there was a faint sound of thunder in his ears.

Finally, the Holy Infant will be cast down to the mortal world like an immortal who has failed to transcend tribulation, and will fall back on the five-colored lotus platform.

In two months, he made three attempts, but each time ended in failure.

If it weren't for the fact that his foundation was already incredibly strong, coupled with the nourishment of countless natural treasures, even the Holy Infant would have been injured.

Zhang Jiuyang slowly opened his eyes, looking thoughtful, with a hint of doubt.

He had already consulted Li Guanqi in detail about the Yang Shen, and the other party had told him everything he knew, including his own experiences and insights.

According to Li Guanqi, he didn't seem to have such difficulty when he was in Yang Shen state.

But in addition to feeling that Zhang Jiuyang’s accumulation of Holy Infants was insufficient, he also felt a faint suppression from the power of heaven and earth, as if the entire world was resisting him from producing the Yang God.

Time comes and the world has the same force, and it is not free to transport heroes.

Zhang Jiuyang has this feeling now. When the Holy Infant flies towards the "Heavenly Gate", it seems to be against the whole world. This is something that Li Guanqi has never mentioned.

"Li Guanqi shouldn't be a man who keeps secrets to himself. So, I guess I am special..."

Zhang Jiuyang pondered secretly, with a hint of worry between his brows.

The next Yellow Spring Banquet is not far away, and the most crucial decisive battle is coming. It seems that he will not be able to break through to the eighth level before then.

He sighed softly, and just when he was about to give up, the visualization picture in his mind suddenly lit up with divine light.

"This is……"

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes lit up and he looked delighted.

When the power of incense is accumulated enough, Jiu Tian Ying Yuan Lei Sheng Pu Hua Tian Zun is about to send down the second inheritance!

Boom! !
Purple lightning struck down, turning Zhang Jiuyang's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness into a wanton and boundless thunder lake. In the vast ocean-like lightning, the divine eyes of Thunder Ancestor in the visualization picture suddenly burst into a purple electric light, which penetrated into the eyebrows of Zhang Jiuyang's holy infant.

Zhila! ! !

In an instant, the Holy Infant was roasted by billions of thunders, blood flowed from his eyebrows and eyes, and then evaporated into nothingness in an instant.

In the secret room, blood began to flow from Zhang Jiuyang's brow, but there was also a trace of electricity in his blood.

In that red-gold divine eye, in addition to the golden lines of Erlang Zhenjun and the blazing flames of Wang Lingguan, there were also bright flashes of lightning and dense thunder energy that transformed into nine layers of thunder patterns.

But Zhang Jiuyang felt great pain.

Veins bulged on his forehead and he felt as if his head was about to explode, almost breaking his teeth.

It felt as if someone had used an awl to pierce deep into his forehead and then kept stirring...

The most terrifying thing is that this kind of pain almost penetrates deep into the soul. Even the Tiandun Sword Intent is not immune to it and one can only endure it.

And this process is not short.

An hour later, Zhang Jiuyang was already banging his head against the surrounding walls, smashing the hard black stone into pieces.

His forehead was also covered in blood, and it seemed that only in this way could he feel a little better.

Two hours later, Zhang Jiuyang finally couldn't stand the torture anymore, so he stretched out a finger and dug into the third eye between his eyebrows.

There seemed to be a voice in his heart tempting him.

As long as I dig out the Heavenly Eye, I won't have to endure this kind of torture anymore...

His fingers had already touched his eyeballs, and his pupils could feel the sharpness and pressure of the nails, which also gave him a sudden shock.

Hold back!Be sure to hold back!

A fierce look flashed in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, and the sword hairpin in his hair flew out, transforming into the Pure Yang Sword, emitting golden sword energy, and cut off his own hands in an instant.

Two slender white hands fell to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Zhang Jiuyang, on the contrary, showed a hint of relief, as if the pain of broken hand distracted some of the pain in his head.

Such behavior can be called shocking.

But Zhang Jiuyang understood that fighting against Tianzun was a gamble of everything. If he was not ruthless now, he would be doomed in the future.

As it turned out, his persistence finally paid off.

Two hours later, the severe pain finally subsided. Zhang Jiuyang sat cross-legged, his expression gradually becoming calm.

The originally red-gold divine pattern on his forehead turned into a purple lightning pattern.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Jiuyang finally slowly opened his eyes.

Boom!

Thunder rumbled all around, and the sky above the capital was covered by thunderclouds without anyone noticing. The wind and clouds changed suddenly, with thunder and lightning.

However, under Zhang Jiuyang's deliberate suppression, they soon dissipated.

At this moment, his eyes contained the Nine Heavens Thunder City, his left eye captured the true forms of the thirty-six thunder generals, and his right eye contained the seventy-two evil thunder talismans.

The most amazing thing is his third eye at this moment.

The purple sky thunder pattern opened up and turned into thunder pupils, the whites of the eyes turned into Taiyi blue thunder patterns, and the irises condensed into jade pivot thunder wheels, which were divided into nine layers of wheel patterns. Each layer of patterns was composed of thirty-six thousand miniature thunder symbols, which coincided with the degrees of the Zhoutian.

When the pupil contracts, it looks like the general talisman of the Thunder Department, and when it expands, it looks like the Thunder and Fire Seal of the Heaven.

As for Wang Lingguan's fire eyes and Erlang Zhenjun's golden patterns, they have become embellishments in these thunder pupils.

Majestic, domineering, and inviolable.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang seemed to have truly possessed a trace of the aura of the Supreme Lord of Thunder, carrying out punishment on behalf of Heaven and being extremely arrogant.

The thunder eyes of Puhua Tianzun!
(End of this chapter)