The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 82: White Dragon Spreads Rain, Letter from Yue Ling

As Zhang Jiuyang walked along the street, he could hear people around him talking about the frogs getting married.

"The frog croaks, the frog croaks, it laughs as it sits on the sedan chair. When you ask it why it's not raining, it says croak, croak, croak, croak..."

Someone made this story into a song, and children were singing it in the street, causing everyone to laugh again.

But more people are worried.

If Qingzhou's harvest is poor this year, all industries and sectors will be affected. Food is the primary need of the people, and it is not just the farmers who will have trouble making ends meet.

Zhang Jiuyang looked up and saw that it was another sunny day with the sun shining brightly in the sky. It didn't look like it was going to rain at all.

He sighed softly, unable to do anything about it.

But after walking a few steps, the sky seemed to suddenly become overcast, and the dazzling sunlight seemed to be blocked by something.

When I looked up, I saw a large dark cloud.

Boom!

There was lightning and thunder, and a strong wind suddenly came.

The wind was mixed with moisture, damp and warm, and had a smell of earth. It was obvious that it was going to rain heavily.

"It's raining! It's going to rain!"

“The frog god has appeared!”

"Haha, the crops are saved!"

……

People cheered and the children began to sing nursery rhymes loudly, also jumping for joy.

Zhang Jiuyang grabbed a little kid, pointed at the large dark cloud in the sky and asked, "Little guy, can you see what's there?"

The little boy looked at the sky carefully and said, "There are dark clouds!"

"Any more?"

"No...Uncle, don't scare me. I'm scared."

Zhang Jiuyang touched his head, and his gaze towards the dark clouds suddenly became solemn, staring intently at the tail that was looming in the clouds.

That is... the dragon's tail!
All I saw was a snow-white, slender tail looming in the clouds, its white scales like jade, with a faint luster flowing through it. It would appear briefly occasionally, but no one would notice it.

In other words, it is invisible to mortals.

Because of the obstruction of dark clouds, the dragon's shadow appeared very blurry, but it was roughly estimated to be nearly a hundred feet long, which was definitely a huge monster.

Wherever the true dragon goes, wind and rain arise.

After a while, heavy rain began to fall. Zhang Jiuyang hid under the eaves somewhere to avoid the rain and continued to stare at the real dragon hidden in the clouds that could call the wind and rain.

Although he knew that there were many legendary creatures in this world, as a descendant of the Chinese nation, he was still greatly shocked when he saw a real dragon with his own eyes.

Even through the thick clouds, he seemed to be able to feel the innate nobility, mystery, majesty and power.

The dragon is one of the most perfect creatures in the world.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but when Zhang Jiuyang channeled his magic power into his ears, he could still vaguely hear the roar of a dragon. It was majestic and vigorous, with an indescribable ancient aura that made his hair stand on end.

It’s not fear, but an indescribable feeling, as if it’s a tremor engraved deep in the blood.

He suddenly thought of the Dragon King Temple. Could it be that the Dragon King really appeared?

But he quickly rejected this idea, because according to the old man, the Dragon King's scales are golden, his body is hundreds of feet long, and can surround the mountains.

The one in front of him was a white dragon, only about a hundred feet long, which was quite a difference from the Dragon King.

But no matter what, White Dragon bringing rain is always a good thing for the people of Qingzhou.

It’s a pity that Zhang Jiuyang’s current cultivation is still too weak, otherwise he would really like to fly on the clouds and negotiate with this mythical white dragon.

After all, he is also a descendant of the dragon.

The heavy rain did not last long. It lasted less than half an hour before gradually stopping.

Zhang Jiuyang stretched out his hands and washed them with the rain water dripping from the eaves. The water was clear and cold, and had the aura of magic power. Although only a few traces were left, it was still not difficult to guess how powerful the white dragon's magic power was.

Not to mention Zhang Jiuyang, even Yue Ling can't compare to him.

Of course, if a real fight breaks out, it doesn't matter who has the stronger magic power who will be victorious. It also depends on supernatural powers, martial arts, magic weapons and planning, etc.

For example, although Blind Lin lived for more than 600 years, his countless reincarnations seriously affected his cultivation. He had to start practicing all over again after each reincarnation, so that he was no longer at the level he was when he was a ghost.

The reason he was able to defeat Yue Ling in Chenjia Village was entirely because he had been planning for decades, raising the Five Elements Heavenly Ghost, and had a huge home advantage in Chenjia Village.

If he hits him somewhere else, Yue Ling can beat his brains out.

But the magic power of this white dragon... is really exaggerated.

After the clouds and rain rose, the white dragon disappeared, as if it had hidden in the sky. Even Zhang Jiuyang could not see it.

He shook his head, committed the scene to memory, and continued on his way home.

One day, his magical power and Taoism will be higher than this white dragon. By then, I believe he will see a more wonderful world.

Instead of just standing still and watching from afar and making guesses like we do now.

……

Dragon King Temple.

A woman in white walked in. Her snow-white dress was like a lotus, her sash was like clouds, and her long, dark hair fell down thinly, fluttering in the breeze.

Her steps were light and her silk socks were covered with dust.

She wore a veil that concealed her features, but her exposed eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as a painting, especially her eyes, which were as clear and elegant as white clouds, as if she were a god who was not of this world.

The woman in white stepped gently into the temple and stared quietly at the statue of the Dragon King with her glass-colored pupils, her eyes seemed a little complicated.

After a long time, she lowered her eyes and her gaze fell on the three burnt incense sticks.

His right hand stretched out from his sleeves and he made calculations with the fingers.

Her fingers are white, long, slender and graceful, with a faint white light flowing between them, like crystal clear white jade in the sun, with a mysterious Taoist charm.

The white hair flows elegantly and the white clothes are extraordinary.

After a moment, she stopped calculating, walked out of the Dragon King Temple, and headed in a certain direction.

Strangely enough, although the woman in white was wearing a veil, she had a slender figure and a temperament that was rare in the world, but the people passing by ignored her.

It was as if she could not be seen at all.

Only one child with a charming aura had his eyes blurred and said, "Huh? There seemed to be a very beautiful big sister there, why is she gone again?"

In the end, he was dragged away by his parents by his ears.

The woman in white walked quietly in the city. It was very lively around her, and many people were celebrating the recent rainfall, but she ignored them all, without a trace of emotion in her eyes. Finally, she arrived at the destination of the deduction, an ordinary, shabby and small farmhouse.

He didn't knock on the door, but walked through it.

There was a dying old man lying in the room. He seemed to be dying soon. There was no relative by his side. He just lay alone on the bed, looking very old.

If Zhang Jiuyang were here, he would find that the dying old man was the one who went to the Dragon King Temple to burn incense today.

After visiting the Dragon King Temple, he seemed to have breathed his last. After returning home, he was bedridden and was about to die of old age.

At this moment, in a daze, he seemed to hear someone calling his name.

"Did you burn the incense for me?"

The sound was as clear as a cold spring, and he had never heard such a beautiful sound.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and saw a woman who seemed to be emitting fairy light. Even every strand of her hair was shining, and her glass-colored pupils were staring at him quietly.

Combined with her words, the old man was shocked and his expression suddenly became very excited.

"You, you are the Dragon King?"

The woman in white shook her head and said, "I'm not."

She asked again, "Did you burn the incense for me?"

The old man nodded quickly, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Lord Dragon, I see you are alright, that's great, that little dog can rest assured now!"

Such a devout believer would surely be looked on with awe by other people, but the woman in white said calmly: "I think you are lying."

Seeing that the old man was about to say something excitedly, she said calmly: "Forget it, I'll take a look."

She pointed a finger at the old man's brow, and through his memory, she saw everything that happened in the Dragon King Temple today.

It turned out that the person burning incense was a young Taoist priest in a green robe.

She was a little puzzled as to why an ordinary little Taoist priest could have such a huge power of incense, to the point that she could hardly bear it and had to leave the palace in person to create clouds and rain to return the incense.

"You are not Lord Dragon..."

The old man finally calmed down. He felt a little disappointed, but then he asked expectantly, "Then you should know Lord Dragon, is he... okay?"

The woman in white hesitated for a moment and said, "He's dead."

The old man trembled all over, tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, and his breath gradually dissipated.

Before his consciousness fell into complete darkness, he heard the heavenly music-like voice again.

"He doesn't owe you anything. He has already repaid you for the water you poured there."

"I just can't bear to leave you."

……

When Zhang Jiuyang returned home, he found that Ali had woken up. She was holding the two pink kitchen knives and had caught a strange little man in a yellow robe in the pond.

The little man was chubby, only four inches tall, wearing a yellow robe, a yellow crown, a yellow hat, and carrying a large bag on his back.

At this moment, it was pressed to the shore by Ali, and kept shouting.

"Help! I'm not a thief. I'm Qingji, the messenger of Master Yue Ling!"

"Don't kill me, woooooo!"

"I'm here to deliver a letter to Zhang Jiuyang!!"

Ah Li gently patted its head with the back of the knife, then pinched its fat with her hands and said in surprise: "You are so fat, how can you run so fast? I almost didn't catch you..."

She tossed the little yellow man around and had a lot of fun.

Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly and said with a smile: "Ali, don't be rude."

This little girl had been idle at home for too long. Suddenly, someone broke in, and it was such a funny little man in yellow clothes, so she became playful.

If a real fight had taken place, the little man in yellow would have been killed long ago.

Only then did Ali let go of her hand.

The yellow-robed man snorted coldly, straightened his robe and mustache, took off his bag and handed it to Zhang Jiuyang, saying, "This is something my master asked me to give you."

After a pause, he glanced at the pink kitchen knife in Ali's hand with lingering fear and said, "It's not that I can't beat her, I'm just worried that the things in the bag will be destroyed."

Zhang Jiuyang laughed and said, "Thank you, messenger. Please take a seat."

The little man in yellow robe did not sit down, but dived into the pond, swimming happily around, saying: "We Qingji are the spirits of water, and we are much more comfortable in the water than on a chair~"

Seeing his happy look, Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly. He was a generous man who did not bear grudges.

He opened the bundle and found five things in it.

A waist badge, a booklet, a letter, a bottle of pills, and a small yellow egg, which seemed to have a strong water power.

The waist badge is naturally a symbol of identity outside the Imperial Observatory, but it is different from the one given by Lao Gao. This waist badge looks more noble and domineering, with the word "Qintian" engraved on the front and a five-clawed golden dragon engraved on the back.

In addition, at the bottom of the waist badge, there is a word "Ling", which symbolizes that Zhang Jiuyang is Yue Ling's peripheral, and the two of them are in the same boat.

The higher Yue Ling's status and position in the Imperial Observatory, the greater the power Zhang Jiuyang can enjoy. Conversely, if Zhang Jiuyang does something bad, Yue Ling will also be punished.

The two of them share the same fate.

Zhang Jiuyang put away the badge and picked up the booklet. He found that it was actually a list of the treasure house of the Imperial Observatory. It was divided into six categories: elixir, formation, talisman, instrument, power and special treasures. The things recorded were so dazzling.

Zhang Jiuyang put it away first and read it slowly later.

When I opened the letter, lines of beautiful handwriting came into view. I didn't expect that Yue Ling, who was extremely powerful in martial arts, had such beautiful handwriting.

"Zhang Jiuyang, I haven't seen you for a long time. I wonder if your swordsmanship has improved. I hope you don't slack off. This time you have become famous in the Imperial Observatory. As my peripheral, your martial arts skills cannot be too bad, otherwise they will laugh at my judgment of people."

"Everything has been done. Keep the badge. With it, no one in the Imperial Observatory will dare to embarrass you."

"There are two Sanbao Ruyi Pills in the bottle. Don't think it's too little. A total of four were refined. Old Gao got one, and the old man Jianzheng knocked one away. If I hadn't drawn my sword, Li Jianhou from the Lingdan Pavilion would have wanted to take another one."

"When I can beat the warden, I will help you pluck out a few hairs from your beard."

Seeing this, Zhang Jiuyang smiled knowingly. Although the handwriting was beautiful, the momentum was still fierce, worthy of being Yue Ling.

"I spent some good deeds to exchange a water spirit egg for you. Just ask Qingji for the specific usage."

"Please say hello to little Ali for me."

The handwriting seemed to have come to an end here, but she seemed to have thought of something and picked up the pen to write another sentence.

"It's been a month. If you still can't write it, don't stay in Qingzhou."

"I will send someone to take you to the capital. I believe that under the Dragon Sparrow Knife, your thoughts will flow freely and your writing will fly."

……

(End of this chapter)