The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 728 Return to Daqian, the Painting Saint's Posthumous Works

Daqian, Yangzhou, Shenju Mountain.

Suddenly, in this famous mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, a faint dragon roar was heard, as if a dragon had awakened from its slumber.

It was the remaining dragon vein and earth energy, which seemed to sense some kind of call and caused unusual movements underground.

On the nine-story pagoda engraved with ancient Sanskrit scriptures, the ancient scriptures suddenly glowed. In the void, faint Sanskrit chanting could be heard, like an arhat reciting scriptures.

Dark mist was rising from the Yin Yang Lake, as if a passage to the underworld had been opened up. The roars of countless ghost soldiers could be faintly heard.

As for the tomb of the Corpse-Reincarnated Immortal, it is not one of the Four Symbols. The one that truly symbolizes "immortality" is the tomb of the immortal in the middle, which is also the main tomb of Shenju Mountain.

The mysterious tomb was now shaking violently and emitting fairy light, as if it was echoing with some distant star.

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At this moment, in the main tomb that never sees sunlight all year round, there is a bronze sacred tree, shaped like a towering Jianmu, with a total of nine branches, which seems to correspond to the "Nine Skies and Thirty-Six Heavens" recorded in the "Duren Jing".

At this moment, the bronze sacred tree shook slightly, and the nine golden crow lamps on the branches lit up one after another, symbolizing sunlight.

Then, the Black Rabbit Jade Mirror hanging on the treetop also lit up with a soft glow, just reflecting the Taiyin True Water Protection Array not far away.

This is moonlight.

The handle of the Big Dipper carved at the root is flowing with starlight and rotating slightly.

The sun, moon and stars lead the way.

Under the bronze sacred tree, there are two crystal coffins, which have been silent in this ancient tomb for who knows how many years.

But at this moment, one of the coffins suddenly had a strange phenomenon.

Boom!Boom!
The coffin kept shaking, as if the corpse sleeping inside suddenly woke up and wanted to escape.

A few breaths later, with a loud bang, the coffin lid was suddenly blown away, and a figure sat up inside.

He was wearing a purple robe that seemed to be woven from clouds, and the Hunyuan golden pattern on his forehead was shining brightly. His already handsome face, like an immortal, took on an even more mysterious temperament under the illumination of the three lights.

The clouds broke through, revealing a ray of light, and the blue phoenix stepped on the moonlit platform.

There were yin and yang energies flowing in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes. He looked at this ancient and mysterious tomb, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

This is Shenju Mountain, he is finally back!

But he didn't know what day it was. Was Daqian still the same as he was familiar with? Were those old friends still safe?
Zhang Jiuyang walked out of the crystal coffin and his eyes were attracted by another coffin.

He walked over and when he saw the person in the coffin clearly, although he had expected it, he still couldn't help being shocked.

He has white hair and a youthful face, an immortal air, a peaceful expression, and a rosy complexion, as if he is just asleep.

It's grandpa!
With just one glance, he could confirm that the other person was his grandfather. Not only was they related by blood, but it was also a throbbing feeling from the depths of his soul.

But Zhang Jiuyang could see that his grandfather had run out of time. Although his body looked lifelike, it was actually just a facade. The meridians, flesh, blood, tendons and bones inside had long since decayed.

My grandfather was a painting saint from ancient times. His cultivation level was at least the eighth level, maybe even the ninth level. He could live for thousands of years without dying just like Li Guanqi.

However, in that great war in ancient times, my grandfather did not choose to stay out of trouble, and he was seriously injured.

Zhang Jiuyang thought of the mural in Qianling Mausoleum that was filled with despair. Emperor Taizu said that it was the last work of the Sage of Painting, a picture of the ancient eternal night.

From the painting, he could see that his grandfather had deep feelings for the ancient Daxia.

In the crystal coffin, the old man was holding two things in his hands, one was an envelope, and the other was a folded scroll.

Even though he had already achieved the Pure Yang Heavenly Immortal Fruit, Zhang Jiuyang couldn't help but have tears in his eyes at this moment.

"Grandpa, is this letter you left for me?" He bowed to the coffin, then reached out and gently pushed open the coffin lid, picking up the envelope first.

The envelope looked very similar to the ones on Earth, with a line of words written on the cover.

"Good boy Sun Xiaojiu, take it."

Seeing those familiar handwritings, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were moved. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the letter.

"Xiaojiu, when you read this letter, grandpa will no longer be here. Don't be sad for me, because grandpa lived a wonderful life."

"I have knocked Guigu's club, buried the Saint of Wuliang Sect, pulled out the beard of the Human Emperor, stolen the chess pieces of the Saint of Strategy, and roasted the wings of the Demon Saint of the North Sea (they were not tasty)..."

Seeing this, the sadness that had just risen in Zhang Jiuyang's heart suddenly dissipated a lot. He seemed to see the old man who was once gloomy and depressed, now thriving and domineering in another world.

I think my grandfather was really happy during the time in ancient Daxia.

"But when I lie in this coffin and look back on my life, I realize that the happiest and proudest thing is that I was able to raise you with my own hands."

"Perhaps my only regret is that I didn't get to see you get married and have children."

"But maybe it was God's mercy. In a daze, I dreamed that I turned into a butterfly and came to your wedding. The bride was very beautiful, and grandpa could see that she loved you very much..."

The letter was very long, with dense handwriting, and contained many instructions and concerns, many of which were even repeated.

Grandpa never tired of talking about various trivial matters, and he repeated one thing three or four times.

At this moment, he doesn't have any of the charm of the ancient painting saint.

Zhang Jiuyang, however, read it very carefully, not missing a single word.

"Okay, that's enough nagging. Grandpa will give you one last word of advice. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. In this world, if you can save it, then save it. If you can't, then take your wife and children and run away. It doesn't matter if you fail. No one says you have to succeed."

When he saw these words, tears seemed to well up in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes.

Li Guanqi, Emperor Taizu, Zhuge Qixing...all of them placed their hopes on him, hoping that he could save the world. Only his grandfather told him not to worry about failure, saying that it didn't matter if he failed, he could just run away.

"Oh, right. In the tomb, I raised a tortoise, an immortal species, named Bantian. To be on the safe side, the Emperor entrusted me with a copy of the Emperor's Scripture, so I carved the scripture on the tortoise's back."

"That little guy likes to listen to jokes. He has a good heart, but he is too stupid and easily deceived. I told him a joke and told him that if someone could tell this joke again in the future, he would have to obey that person's orders unconditionally."

"The joke is..."

At this point, the letter is coming to an end.

"Finally, I left you a painting as a gift. I hope it can make up for my debt to you. It can also be regarded as a wedding gift from your grandfather."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were moist. He carefully folded the letter and hid it in his arms.

Then he opened the painting.

The scroll unfolded bit by bit. When Zhang Jiuyang saw the content of the painting clearly, he was shocked and felt mixed emotions.

There were two people, a man and a woman. The man was sunny and handsome, and the woman was gentle and beautiful. They both looked somewhat similar to Zhang Jiuyang.

They are his biological parents.

The parents in the painting nodded and smiled at him, then slowly extended their hands to him, as if to make up for years of debt.

This is the true legacy of the Saint of Painting.

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(End of this chapter)