The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 724 Wuhou Temple, the Truth about the Painting Saint
"Zhang Jiuyang, we finally meet."

Hearing this, a bolt of lightning seemed to flash through Zhang Jiuyang's mind, and many past events emerged in his memory.

The death of the sage was planned by Zhuge Liang.

The identity of Tianzun, the ancient painting saint...

He seemed to have guessed something, but his mind ached slightly, and his soul and body seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"You need a good sleep now."

Zhuge Qixing's eyes showed a touch of kindness, and he smiled softly: "Go to sleep, when you wake up, you will know everything."

His voice seemed to have a kind of magic, making Zhang Jiuyang's eyelids heavier and heavier. A tide of fatigue surged into his heart, and his mind was gradually drowned...

……

"Woo, who is my daddy? Where did he go?"

"Mother, does father not want us anymore?"

"Let's go! Let's go! Yuetou, let's cover your retreat!"

"Protect His Majesty! Protect His Majesty!!"

"Zhuge clan, the great formation of rebellion, follow me to death!"

"Wow, who can save us..."

In his dream, Zhang Jiuyang seemed to hear distant calls, whispers of lovesickness, the fierceness of battles, and countless hesitations and fears.

A sense of fear suddenly arose in his heart, as if he was about to lose something precious.

In an instant, he opened his eyes, sat up, and gasped for breath.

The weakness of his soul seemed to have disappeared, but he didn't care about that now. Instead, he looked around quickly.

All I saw were dense pines and cypresses, solemn palaces, and mottled stone steps that looked like wet ink.

This seems to be a shrine or temple, with a statue in the hall.

He wears a silk scarf and a feather fan, has thin eyebrows and eyes, a sharp gaze, and is wise and intelligent, as if he can see through everything in the world.

Zhuge Seven Stars?

A gleam of light suddenly flashed in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, and he was extremely excited.

Is this the ancestral hall of Zhuge Qixing? Could it be that he has returned to Daqian?
But soon, the light in his eyes dimmed.

I saw a couplet next to the ancestral hall.

"One poem, two memorials, three tripods, the Wuzhangyuan will last forever."

On the stone wall nearby, there is an inscription of the poem "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital" which has been praised throughout the ages. Each word is as sharp as a knife, penetrating the bricks and stones.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiuyang understood where he was.

Wuhou Temple!
The statue that is somewhat similar to Zhuge Qixing is none other than the famous Zhuge Wuhou, the Prime Minister of Shu Han who devoted his life to the country.

And this also means that he is still on Earth.

"you're awake."

A warm and peaceful voice sounded, full of charm. Even just by hearing it, one could feel its elegance.

Zhang Jiuyang turned around.

But I see the setting sun shining obliquely, and the copper bells on the eaves ring softly, like the echoing sound of silk.

A well-dressed old man was sitting on a wooden chair at the door, his hair as white as snow and his temperament clear and bright. He was gently waving a palm-leaf fan with one hand and holding a book with the other.

Zhang Jiuyang saw the title of the book... "Advanced Calculus".

"Master——"

He called out subconsciously, but stopped abruptly, because he knew that the person in front of him was not his grandfather, but Zhuge Qixing who came from Daqian!
"You took over my grandfather's body?"

Zhang Jiuyang stared at him closely and asked word by word.

This was what he cared about the most. Originally, he had a good impression of Zhuge Qixing, but if the other party really took over his grandfather's body, he would never be able to forgive him.

Hearing this, Zhuge Qixing shook his head and smiled, saying: "Do you really understand your grandfather?" Zhang Jiuyang was slightly stunned.

"Zhang Chonghe, the 21st generation descendant of Mount Longhu, is extremely talented and is also good at stargazing and qi-reading. He has a kind heart and often changes the fate of poor people. However, he was punished by heaven for leaking the secrets of heaven many times, and his life span was shortened, bringing disaster to his family."

After a pause, Zhuge Qixing sighed and said, "The death of your parents was not an accident."

There was a loud bang in Zhang Jiuyang's head, as if struck by thunder.

His father died in a car accident, his mother died during childbirth, and he almost didn't survive. If he hadn't practiced Zhongli Ba Duan Jin since he was a child, he would not have lived long.

At this moment, he finally understood why his grandfather, despite his great abilities, lived in seclusion in a remote mountain village, ignoring worldly affairs and no longer practicing or practicing Taoism.

I'm afraid grandpa has always been living in guilt.

"Feeling guilty and remorseful, he left Longhu Mountain and changed his name to Zhang Yuanhe. From then on, he stopped caring about worldly affairs and devoted himself to raising you."

"But in fact, as a rare genius in Longhu Mountain, he has always loved Taoism. It's just that in this world, his future is blocked."

"I didn't take his body away, but gave him a chance."

An idea suddenly flashed through Zhang Jiuyang's mind, and he blurted out, "Did Grandpa go to that world?"

Zhuge Qixing nodded and said with a smile: "The time and space are in disorder. Your grandfather's soul left this world and went to Daqian."

"Then why haven't I seen it before—"

Zhang Jiuyang paused for a moment, and then his pupils trembled. He said, "Painting...Painting Saint?"

"Yes, your grandfather did not go to Daqian, but to the ancient Daxia more than 6,000 years ago."

Many memories related to the Saint of Painting flashed through Zhang Jiuyang's mind.

No wonder the Saint of Painting appeared suddenly. In ancient times, almost no one knew his origins.

No wonder his innate magical power is also painting.

No wonder Master Baiyun felt a little dazed when he saw him, and felt that he was somewhat similar to the Saint of Painting...

"Your grandfather is indeed a genius. In Daxia, he was like a fish in water and a dragon in the sky. He became one of the saints and also met my previous life, the Saint of Mo."

Zhuge Qixing said with emotion: "At that time, I planned to play chess with the gods, but I faced the wall for sixty years and could not win. It was not until I met your grandfather and became his close friend that I finally saw the only chance."

Zhang Jiuyang found this situation a little unbelievable.

Time and space are intertwined and disordered, as if forming a wonderful circle.

"From your grandfather, I learned about the news of this world, and finally figured out a truth."

Zhuge Qixing's eyes flashed, and he said: "No one can defeat the sky on the chessboard. If you want to win, you must find the power outside the chessboard."

Zhang Jiuyang had gradually figured it out, and said, "So you calculated that the next time the Guansuo Nine Stars would appear would be in Daqian six thousand years from now, and in order to avoid being disturbed by the gods, you chose war, and at the cost of your own death, you temporarily sealed the gods!"

Zhuge Qixing did not answer the question directly, but said something meaningful.

"Do you really think that a mere Guigu can easily provoke a war among the three realms? Sometimes, the opponent's pawns are more useful."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart seemed to be in turmoil and it took a long time for him to calm down.

The Sage's plan is really... too unbelievable.

He had already calculated that the War of the Ancients was doomed to fail, that the Jedi Heavenly Link would not be completely accomplished, and that he was doomed to perish.

But he still did it, because all this was just to cover up the shocking event that happened six thousand years later.

No one could have imagined that a person could sacrifice all his chips just to cover up a fleeting opportunity thousands of years later.

Such spirit, such courage, and such confidence made Zhang Jiuyang sincerely admire him.

“The world has not let me down.”

Zhuge Qixing raised the Advanced Calculus in his hand and said with a smile: "You have become your own gods."

"Of course, what makes me even more envious is that you have a group of...real gods."

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(End of this chapter)