The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 725: Emerging the Yang God and Shaping the Immortal Body

"No matter how great your plan is, it still fails now."

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "I lost, miserably."

Now his body is destroyed, only a lonely soul remains, and he has been driven back. Just as Tianzun said, it was a mistake for the Sage to choose him as the first son of Tianyuan.

But Zhuge Qixing smiled casually and suddenly said something incomprehensible.

"Do you believe that there are two similar flowers in the world?"

Zhang Jiuyang was slightly stunned.

Suddenly, he remembered the Buddha's robe and bowl on the Huashou Gate and the scripture that told the story of Lotus Buddha's dream-traveling to another world and his discussion of the Dao with Sakyamuni.

Buddha Lianzang said that when he saw Shakyamuni, it was as if he saw another self in the world of Purna.

Zhang Jiuyang looked towards the statue of Wu Hou on the side.

Zhuge Qixing, the imperial preceptor of Daqian, seems to have many similarities with the prime minister Zhuge with a feather fan and a royal turban.

Could it be that they, like Lianzang and Shakya, had also had a moment of telepathic connection?

"It's a strange feeling, like you meet someone very much like yourself in a dream, a bit like a twin brother in a way."

Zhuge Qixing looked at the statue of Wu Hou in front of him and respectfully lit a stick of incense.

"Back then, we met in a dream, and he asked me to borrow something."

"what?"

"A wind."

Zhuge Qixing inserted the incense in his hand into the censer and said with a smile: "Kong Ming, I borrowed a wind from you in the past. Today, can you return me a thunder?"

The next moment, incense was burning and green smoke was swirling in front of the table in the Wuhou Temple. In a trance, it was like the autumn wind from Qishan, carrying the sighs from Wuzhangyuan.

Boom! !
Thunder rumbled one after another.

Zhang Jiuyang subconsciously wanted to dodge, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

The soul that used to be shaken by thunder now... has no reaction at all?
Even... an inexplicable desire arose.

"Different worlds have different ways."

Zhuge Qixing looked at him with a sharp gaze, as if he was looking at a piece of uncut jade that was about to be carved into a rare treasure.

"In Daqian, the Yang God is born when the Holy Infant leaps into the sky, while in this world, the Yang God is born when the Yin in the Yang of the soul is refined until the Yin dissipates and pure Yang is achieved, which is... Yang God."

It is said in the Lingbao Bifa that when the yin is exhausted and the yang is pure, the spirit will be in harmony with the Tao and the yang spirit will appear... The dregs of the yin ghosts will be transformed into the essence of pure yang.

The Huangting Sutra records that immortals and Taoists are not gods, but they become real by accumulating essence and qi... The essence and qi in the three fields are so subtle that they turn into divine light and emit purple smoke.

The Tao on Earth is obviously different from that of Daqian in terms of Yang Shen.

"Zhang Jiuyang, your soul has been burned by the sun, polished by the cold wind, and refined in the cold and heat furnace. You have realized the pure yang in the water and fire Taoist temple. You have refined the last bit of yin energy. If you don't transform it into a yang spirit now, when will you?"

Zhuge Qixing's voice was as loud as a huge bell or thunder, which made Zhang Jiuyang stand there in a daze.

"Golden sand enters the five internal organs, and the fog dissipates like wind and rain... The life-taking Qi is about to end, and the dead soul will rest..."

His eyes began to become unfocused, as if he had fallen into some kind of epiphany, and he muttered to himself.

These were words from the Zhouyi Cantongqi. His grandfather had once asked him to memorize some of them. Now they appeared in his mind like a flash of inspiration.

"Golden sand" refers to pure Yang Qi, which requires the use of fierce fire to refine the Yin spirit before obtaining the Yang spirit.

"Yang Shen! Yang Shen!"

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes became brighter and brighter, like a mirror that had been covered in dust for a long time, and finally the dust was wiped off, revealing a bright mirror light.

At the same time, wisps of golden light began to flow on his body, like trickles of water, constantly converging.

After nine breaths, the golden light had become as vast as an ocean, rushing straight towards Douniu!
Even his purple Taoist robe was dyed pure gold, and every strand of hair was bathed in brilliant golden light.

The frozen river of magic power made a crisp crackling sound, as if an iron horse was crushing the ice, and that majestic cultivation level returned again.

Moreover, it is more powerful and pure than before, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea and thousands of streams competing to flow, as if competing with the sky for height.

At this moment, his soul was the pure yang sun, and his magic power was the vast ocean.

The sun rises from the sea and sets into the sea, forming a mysterious cycle.

In just a short moment, he had already achieved the eighth level of the Out-of-Yang Spirit, and he did not feel the slightest rejection from the heaven and earth. Instead, he felt a kind of intimacy and ease that blended perfectly with nature.

In a trance, Zhang Jiuyang had a flash of enlightenment.

To become a Yang God, one needs to get approval from heaven and earth. Although he came from another world, he is not from Daqian after all.

Therefore, even though his Holy Infant had accumulated a lot of power, he was still unable to jump over the Heavenly Gate.

When he traveled through the three thousand worlds using the Sleeping Arhat method, he also felt the rejection of the entire world, so he was unable to cultivate into a Yang God.

Because his roots belong to the earth, if he wants to achieve enlightenment, he must do so in this world.

Therefore, on Earth, he was like a fish in water, and it only took him a short while to become a Yang God.

Boom! !
The thunder became louder and louder, shaking the rubble on the Wuhou Temple.

As soon as Zhang Jiuyang's mind moved, an invisible Taoist field spread out, transforming into yin and yang colors, covering an area of ​​several thousand feet.

The Yang God of the Eight Realms creates his own Dao Field.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning meandered down, as agile as a dragon, but as soon as it landed on Zhang Jiuyang's dojo, it instantly solidified.

Then, one, two, three...

In a split second, hundreds of thousands of thunders solidified in Zhang Jiuyang's dojo, making crackling sounds but hardly moving an inch.

A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and he understood why Zhuge Qixing asked for this thunder.

These are not ordinary thunders, but Taiyi Qinghua thunders, also known as Wood Virtue Shengfa thunders.

It is recorded in the "Taiyi Jiuku Hushen Miaojing" that blue thunder is like rain, sprouts grow on the ground, the wounds of the injured are healed, and the dying are brought back to life.

It is even said in the "Duren Jing": There are eight gates in the Thunder City, the East Gate is for life, the West Gate is for death... The thunder at the Gate of Life is bright green and can make dry bones become flesh.

And the thunder of the gate of life is the Taiyi Qinghua Thunder in front of you.

Zhuge Qixing wanted to reshape his physical body, or even not just a physical body, but an immortal body.

Zhang Jiuyang naturally did not refuse this kindness.

The yin and yang energies in his body moved, releasing the Taiyi Qinghua thunders, allowing his yang spirit to be submerged in the sea of ​​thunder.

Boom! ! !

Amidst the countless lightning bolts, a flying figure appeared faintly, and the lightning bolts seemed to be attracted by it and hit the target accurately.

But the figure did not fall, but became more solid and flew higher and higher.

Amidst the thunder, there were also drops of green rain. When they fell on the ground, the weeds grew wildly and the dead trees bloomed, as if containing endless vitality.

Lightning flashes like shuttles, weaving his tendons and bones.

The sweet rain moistens the skin and nourishes the flesh and blood.

This magical scene was also seen by many people, who rushed to take pictures with their mobile phones and recorded this bizarre scene.

Later, as time went by, various versions emerged, the most widely circulated of which was that the "guardian immortal" ascended to heaven to overcome the calamity.

But this thunder came quickly and went away quickly.

The sky soon returned to calm.

And just above the vast sea of ​​clouds, Zhang Jiuyang stood quietly. His surrounding area was clear and empty, surrounded by earth, water, wind and fire, forming a world of its own.

Even if a drone flew past him, it wouldn't be able to capture anything.

At this moment, he has undergone tremendous changes. He is wearing a nine-colored cloud robe, black hair with a jade hairpin, and a Hunyuan golden pattern on his forehead, which shines like the sun and the moon, illuminating the three realms.

He stood in his own dojo, like a god residing at the top of the universe, commanding all qi and controlling yin and yang.

Forge the Yang Spirit and build an immortal body!
According to some ancient Taoist scriptures, with his current level of cultivation, he is even qualified to ascend to become an immortal.

In fact, he did feel some kind of touch, as if he was above Luotian, at the top of Shenxiao.

There was an ancient palace in heaven that opened its South Gate for him.

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(End of this chapter)