The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 722: A lonely soul in the world, reunited but not seen
Recognize your previous self at the crack of the bronze talisman, and capture your old soul through a ray of light from the sky.

The moss on the well railings has eroded the stars and the stars have moved; the empty nest on the beam has caused the swallows to move.

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In the busy city, a figure stood there blankly. He was wearing a purple Taoist robe, black hair and a jade hairpin, forming a sharp contrast with the people around him who were holding mobile phones and wearing short sleeves.

However, no one noticed the handsome Taoist in purple.

Zhang Jiuyang stared at this scene for a long time. When he saw those familiar Chinese characters and scenes, his eyes became very complicated.

He actually came back.

Youthful students in school uniforms walked out of the school in groups of three or five, arm in arm, playing and fighting.

At the construction site, the noise of construction never stops.

The sound of car horns, children's laughter, arguments on the phone, hurried footsteps...

Zhang Jiuyang felt extremely familiar and yet extremely strange.

He tried to reach out and touch someone, but his hand went straight through the other person's body, and the words he said could not be heard by anyone.

His magic power, supernatural powers, and cultivation seemed to have disappeared, leaving only a wisp of ghost, and even the visualization picture became silent.

What's even more terrifying is that after just standing in the sun for a while, he began to feel as if his soul was burning, scorching hot, and blisters appeared on his skin.

Zhang Jiuyang had no choice but to hide under the bridge.

But what he didn't expect was that the danger was not just the sunlight.

The wind was biting and cold as ice at night, just like the legendary Yin Feng disaster, which made Zhang Jiuyang shiver and frost formed on his eyes, mouth, ears and nose.

He could only hold on with all his strength and hid in a house, where he felt a little better.

However, the family had a big black dog.

The black dog seemed to sense his presence, baring its teeth and growling at him. The owner woke up and was frightened when he saw his beloved dog growling at the air.

Just like that, day by day passed.

Zhang Jiuyang hid here and there. He felt as if he was being roasted by fire during the day and as if he was falling into an ice cave at night. The rain was like ice spikes and the thunder shook his soul.

After enduring the cold and hot summers, his soul and body became weaker and weaker.

He felt as if his thoughts were stagnating, and he often looked dazed, always floating aimlessly, and then was awakened by the scorching sunlight.

What frightened him even more was that the time it took for him to wake up from being burned or frozen was getting slower and slower, as if his soul and body were gradually becoming numb to the pain.

During this period, he had tried countless methods, but to no avail.

Sometimes, he would think in despair that perhaps this was the final end, and that his soul would be completely torn apart and disappear forever.

But whenever he thought of his two wives, his two children, and the unborn Little Dragon Girl, Zhang Jiuyang would feel a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart!

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that his loved ones would be harmed.

The prophecies that she had seen at that time, and the half-broken Overlord Spear, were still tightly grasped in Yue Ling's severed hand. She fought until the last moment.

Above the river, in the dragon head floating, the pair of glass-colored pupils no longer had a trace of light.

The Yin puppet that Ah Li loved the most fell from her palm, and the shadow grew larger and larger over the heads of the crying siblings...

Whenever he thought of these scenes, Zhang Jiuyang's numb soul would feel a heart-wrenching pain. The strong unwillingness and anger burned like flames, forcing his weak soul to hold on.

He can't die!

Because someone is still waiting for him to come back!

Just like this, Zhang Jiuyang wandered in this city like a lonely ghost, enduring wind and frost, sun and rain, approaching collapse time and time again, but he managed to hold on again and again with his strong spiritual strength.

He didn't know how much time had passed, and he almost forgot the concept of time.

A voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Zhang Jiuyang!" Boom!

He was shocked and turned around immediately, his eyes full of excitement.

Someone is calling me?

Can anyone see themselves?
However, when he saw it clearly, his pupils constricted and he looked horrified, as if he could hardly believe his eyes.

It was a face he was extremely familiar with.

He is handsome, gentle, a little thin, but his temperament is gentle and not gloomy, and his smile is very sunny.

It was a face that was somewhat similar to Zhang Jiuyang's, except that he was shorter, had short hair, and was wearing a junior high school uniform.

That was him in the past!

"Zhang Jiuyang, it's vacation time, let's go play basketball together?"

A boy holding a basketball put his arm around little Zhang Jiuyang's shoulders and smiled warmly.

Little Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and smiled: "No, my home is far away, I have to go back early."

After saying that, he put on his backpack and ran to the bus stop in a hurry. Because he ran too fast, his thin body seemed to be unable to bear it and he gasped heavily.

Zhang Jiuyang followed him silently, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

This is myself when I was a child. I was born prematurely and had a weak constitution. After entering elementary school, I started practicing Zhongli Ba Duan Jin with my grandfather. My body fully recovered after high school.

Thinking of this, a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

If he is still a child now, does it mean that grandpa is still alive?

In an instant, Zhang Jiuyang seemed like a person lost in the darkness who saw a bright light.

My grandfather was a Taoist priest from Mount Longhu, and he was able to leave him a visualization diagram. It must be extraordinary. Maybe my grandfather could see me and help me?

So Zhang Jiuyang got into the car with his younger self and followed him all the way.

He took three buses and arrived at a remote town, then walked for half an hour on a mountain road and finally entered a small mountain village.

By this time, the sky had darkened and the chilly wind was biting, making Zhang Jiuyang's body covered with frost. However, he didn't care at all at the moment and even felt a little hot.

Because the familiar courtyard in front finally appeared. Outside the courtyard, an old man was standing there with a smile, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing that kind smile, doting eyes, and old face, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes instantly turned red.

"grandfather!"

He and his younger self shouted at the same time.

"Okay, okay, I'm glad you're back."

Grandpa walked up, held little Zhang Jiuyang in his arms, stroked his head affectionately, and listened to him talk endlessly about interesting things at school, his hearty laughter continuing to ring out.

Zhang Jiuyang watched this scene for a long time.

Grandpa...can't see him either.

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The next day, as the sun rose, little Zhang Jiuyang got up early and practiced Zhongli Ba Duan Jin with his grandfather, basking in the morning glow.

Then he helped his grandfather dry the herbs, and if someone came to see a doctor, he would boil medicine for them according to the prescription given by his grandfather.

In the afternoon, he lay on the armchair to bask in the sun, and his grandfather sat beside him, waving a palm-leaf fan to drive away mosquitoes for him and telling him stories.

At night he also slept with his grandfather, massaging his waist and scratching his back.

In the wooden house filled with the aroma of mugwort, the old fan hummed and the grandfather and grandson's laughter continued, which gradually turned into snoring under the urging of the cicadas outside the window.

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(End of this chapter)