The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 83 The Evil Spirit Was Me

Zhang Jiuyang put away the letter and a smile appeared on his face.

"Huh~"

Ah Li jumped into the lake and mixed with Qingji. The two of them looked at Zhang Jiuyang and laughed.

"Look at his smile, it's so bright..."

Qingji nodded and said, "When my master wrote the letter, he also had a smile on his face. Although it was not as obscene as your master's smile, it was rare."

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

Hello, I can hear you all right.

And weren't you guys fighting each other just now? How come you are playing together all of a sudden?

What a heartless couple...

"Qingji, how should I use this egg?"

Zhang Jiuyang took out the light yellow egg, which was only one inch in size, like a quail egg, but it was surrounded by a strong water force, which looked very strange.

Qingji sighed and said, "This is the condensation of Shuize's essence. After hatching, it will give birth to Qingji."

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang's surprised look, he waved his hand and said, "We, the Qingji clan, do not have the ability to reproduce. We are all transformed by the essence of water and marsh. We are docile and have no ability to protect ourselves, but we can ride a pony and travel a thousand miles a day to help people deliver tokens."

He said with emotion: "Don't look down on us because we are small, but we are precious. In the entire Imperial Observatory, there are only a handful of people who can have Qingji following them!"

"This egg of yours is worth a thousand merits, but it's still in short supply. Several Lingtai Lang wanted to grab it, but they were all scared away by my master."

The conditions for Qingji's birth were extremely harsh. It required a dry lake for hundreds of years, and the valley must be dry and the water must not run dry for him to be born. Given the size of Kyushu, there were not many such conditions.

Moreover, once Qingji recognizes his master, he will follow him for the rest of his life and be loyal to him.

Zhang Jiuyang felt warm at heart when he heard this. Yue Ling had said before that she would give the rewards that the higher-ups didn't give. Now it seems that she really kept her word.

"How is your master doing in the capital? Is he okay?"

Qingji said proudly, "My master is now the youngest supervisor of the Imperial Observatory, in charge of the White Tiger Pavilion. His Majesty personally conferred him the title of Marquis of Minglie, and his reputation is resounding throughout the capital!"

Zhang Jiuyang was startled and asked, "A title of nobility?"

The titles in this world are also divided into five levels: duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron. Now that Daqian has not seen a war for a long time, it is difficult to get promoted based on military merit. The Daqian treasury is not full, so the rewards for titles are naturally getting less and less.

It is really difficult to become a marquis in such an environment.

"Yes, otherwise, which marquis do you think the one who is the marquis of Jianhou is?"

Qingji counted on his fingers and said, "The case of the Imperial Observatory was a near-fatal escape, which is also a military achievement. My master has fought for many years and has killed more than a dozen evil spirits at the evil level, and countless fierce ones. If he were not so young, he would have been granted a title of nobility two years ago!"

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned and secretly admired him. No wonder Yue Ling was so famous. He was indeed someone who had fought his way out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

She deserved all of this.

Under Qingji's guidance, Zhang Jiuyang placed the small egg filled with water vapor into the pond. Then, a magical scene appeared. The eggshell kept trembling and finally broke into pieces, but it seemed that there was nothing inside?
No, it was not empty. Zhang Jiuyang saw an almost transparent figure swimming out of the shell.

He took a deep breath and said loudly: "Qingji!"

Creatures like Qingji are very magical. Although they are bred by the essence of water, if they want to truly transform, someone needs to call out their names and wake them up.

The first person who calls out their name is their owner, or even their parent, because it is that cry of joy that gives them a name and allows them to take on a new shape.

Therefore, Qingji would follow Buer all his life and allow himself to be driven by him.

Even if their owner dies, they will only return to the pool where they first met, silently waiting for the sound of "Qingji" until they die.

The next moment, a figure flew out from the pool. It was the size of a palm, wearing a yellow dress, a yellow crown, and riding a yellow horse. His clear eyes were full of joy, and his reflection reflected Zhang Jiuyang's figure.

"Is it you calling me?"

Its voice is as childish as that of a child, and its face is rosy. Unlike Yue Ling's Qingji, it does not have a beard and looks very young.

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang nod, it smiled brightly and danced with joy, but was slapped on the head by Ah Li with the back of her knife.

"From now on, in this family, Brother Nine is the eldest, I am the second oldest, and you are the third oldest. Do you understand?"

Little Qingji said in a baby voice: "I understand, Second Sister!"

"Zhang Jiuyang, from now on you can pass messages to my master through Qingji. If you want to exchange good deeds for something, you can also ask Qingji to go to the capital for you, so you don't have to go there yourself."

Xiao Qingji's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded vigorously, saying, "Great, Master, if you have anything to say, just tell me. I love delivering letters the most!"

There is no resentment among workers about being exploited.

Delivering letters for their masters and traveling thousands of miles is their mission, and it is also a way to repay the kindness of "Qingji".

"Zhang Jiuyang, nothing else, I'm about to go back. By the way, do you have anything you want me to bring back to the master?"

Zhang Jiuyang thought about it, went back to the study, wrote a letter, and took out a book from the cabinet.

It was the sequel to "Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts" that he wrote specially. He kept it together with "The Carnal Prayer Mat". He usually locked it up and never showed it to anyone else.

After all, he had agreed with Yue Ling that after the sequel was written, he would give it to her for "review" first.

I don’t know why, but Ali’s eyes looked a little strange, as if she seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

"I'd like you to give this letter and this book to Yue Ling for me."

"Don't worry, the mission will be accomplished!"

After saying that, it displayed its magical power, and a yellow pony appeared under its crotch. With a neigh, its figure turned into a gust of wind and disappeared.

Qingji was good at riding and could travel a thousand miles a day.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled. Yue Ling had helped him so much, so the sequel to "Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts" was a token of his appreciation. He hoped she would like it.

Turning around and seeing Ah Li looking down in frustration, Zhang Jiuyang was slightly startled, then walked over and said with a smile: "What's wrong, don't you like having another member of the family?"

Little Qingji said happily, "Second sister, do you want me to give you my pony to ride on?"

Ah Li was still unhappy. After a while, she raised her head and said timidly, "Brother Jiu, you, you seem to have taken the wrong book."

Got the wrong one?
Zhang Jiuyang was startled, and then seemed to have thought of something, a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He ran into the study frantically, opened the cabinet, and flipped through the book inside.

Because it was handwritten, he did not write the title of the book on the cover, but on the inside page.

As soon as he opened it, his eyes went dark and the world spun around him.

On the first page were written five big characters: "The Story of Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts".

If this book is "Zhong Kui Catches Ghosts", then what he just asked Qingji to send to Yue Ling is...

In a trance, he seemed to see a bright flash of a knife.

Yue Ling, the Marquis of Minglie who was personally appointed by the emperor, slowly drew out the Dragon Sparrow Sword from his waist amidst the raging fire, with a murderous intent as fierce as the howling north wind.

……

night.

Today is the middle of the month, the moonlight is like water, and the full moon is in the sky.

Although it was not Mid-Autumn Festival, Ali made some mooncakes in an attempt to comfort Brother Jiu.

Qingji went back to sleep underwater obediently. As a newborn baby, he was not used to staying up late.

Zhang Jiuyang sighed.

It's impossible to get it back, and now he can only leave it to fate. It's a pity that his lifelong reputation has been ruined. I really don't know how Yue Ling will look at him in the future.

I can’t even eat mooncakes.

If it really doesn't work, find a city where no one knows you and start a new life.

"Brother Jiu, don't be angry. It's just a book. Just say it was written by Ali. Anyway, the book is full of nonsense and it's boring to read."

"Children don't understand. It's a treasure, but it's a little embarrassing."

Ah Li was about to retort, but suddenly her eyes widened and she said, "Brother Jiu, why is your body becoming transparent?"

Zhang Jiuyang was just about to tell her to stop talking nonsense, but then he saw an incredible scene.

Under the moonlight, his palms really seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, as if the whole person was gradually disappearing.

But he didn't feel any harm. What was going on?

"Brother Jiu, don't you want Ah Li anymore?"

Seeing that Zhang Jiuyang was gradually disappearing and even the fluctuations of his soul were becoming weaker and weaker, Ah Li was completely panicked. The mooncakes she had carefully made were scattered all over the floor, and she rushed over in a hurry.

But she came up empty-handed.

Zhang Jiuyang has disappeared, and his last words are lingering in the air.

"Don't be afraid, wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

……

Zhang Jiuyang only felt a moment of illusion before his eyes, as if the stars had moved. When he woke up again, he actually appeared on a small boat.

There was no moon above my head anymore, but a gray haze instead. The world seemed to have lost all colors, leaving only black, white and gray.

There was only one exception, and that was the great yellow river beneath the boat, which was calm and deep, endless, and flowed to no one knew where.

Zhang Jiuyang didn’t know where he was now, but he knew he was definitely not in Qingzhou, because the yin energy around him was so heavy that it didn’t seem like the world of the living.

Suddenly, two words popped into his mind.

Hell!

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked and quickly looked into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

The black light that had once escaped into his sea of ​​consciousness and tried to compete with the visualization diagram for the center position now completely appeared. It was a ghost gate-shaped token with indelible blood stains on it, and it exuded an ancient and murderous aura.

Just one look at it gave me a bad feeling.

On the back of the token, there is an ancient seal character engraved - Ren.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly remembered what Blind Lin had said, which was also what Yue Ling had mentioned.

"The Yellow Springs Road, the Gate of Hell, the Ten Heavenly Stems, the chaos in the world."

Zhang Jiuyang was startled and suddenly had a guess, recalling the crazy words that Blind Lin said before his death, such as "One day, you will become more cruel, more terrifying, and more evil than me."

Zhang Jiuyang finally understood what he meant.

The so-called ten heavenly stems are Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren and Gui, and Blind Lin is the ninth heavenly stem, Ren!
He wanted to join Huangquan, the most evil organization in the world, and take over as the ninth heavenly stem!
When he thought of this, Zhang Jiuyang's heartbeat quickened.

So, this boat was going to take him to Huangquan's lair, where he would see many evil spirits of the evil level or even the disaster level, as well as the one who was unfathomable six hundred years ago, and whom even Blind Lin called a mayfly seeing the blue sky...

Heavenly Lord!

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(End of this chapter)