The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 87: Lecher, you are going too far
"Jian Zheng, have you caught a cold? Why is your blood suddenly rushing up and your face is red and hot?"

Yue Ling looked at the supervisor, whose old face quickly turned red after flipping through a few pages of the book, and couldn't help feeling a little worried. The supervisor was really too weak. Was it useless to burn charcoal in the room?

Zhuge Yunhu took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood, and was embarrassed for a while before asking a question.

"Long Hu, you said... you really like reading this book?"

Yue Ling nodded and said, "Yes, I read the prequel before. This is the sequel that Zhang Jiuyang wrote for me. Speaking of which, he is really slow. I read the prequel over and over again dozens of times before he finally wrote it."

I've watched it dozens of times...

Zhuge Yunhu suddenly felt that the dragon and tiger in front of him became a little unfamiliar. How come the little girl who used to wield swords and guns and practice diligently changed so much after going to Qingzhou?
Or is this just Longhu's personal hobby?
No wonder Long Hu would protect Zhang Jiuyang so much, it turns out he was just playing to his liking.

No, considering Longhu's tyranny, maybe this person was forced to write it because of threats. Although I only read a few pages just now, the writing style is really good.

It seemed to remind him of his youth.

He is a talented person.

When he thought of this, the warden began to feel some sympathy for this Mr. Liao Zhai. Even though Old Xu was a warlord, he could be hit by Longhu, so what could happen to him, a scholar who was not even capable of tying a chicken.

When Longhu is promoted to the sixth level in the future, he might even dare to pull out his own beard.

How could Zhang Jiuyang resist a woman with such a bad temper?
Thinking of this, Zhuge Yunhu sighed softly and said, "Longhu, Zhang Jiuyang is not easy either. Sometimes, you can control your temper and there is no need to force others."

"If you really like this kind of book..."

He looked around and whispered, "I have several sets in my collection. I can lend them to you, but be careful not to be seen from anyone. If you are discovered, you can't say that I borrowed them."

Yue Ling frowned and began to realize that something was wrong.

"Supervisor, although this kind of book involves ghosts and gods, it has a very good idea of ​​killing ghosts and eliminating demons. Why do you want to read it behind people's backs?"

Zhuge Yunhu was also stunned and said, "What do you mean by killing ghosts and demons? Where are the demons in this book of carnal prayer?"

Sex and Zen?
Yue Ling immediately took the book and started flipping through it. After reading a few pages, her heroic face instantly turned red and couldn't stop burning.

His handsome face was burning hot, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his starry eyes.

The red hair strings were cut into pieces by the invisible sword energy, her black hair moved without wind, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The Dragon Sparrow Sword clanks in its sheath!
Suddenly, she remembered what she had told the supervisor before, that she really liked reading this book and had read the previous work dozens of times...

Zhuge Yunhu finally understood that the book that Longhu was talking about was not The Carnal Prayer Mat, but a book about killing ghosts and catching monsters.

He remembered what he had just said.

"I have several sets in my collection, I can lend them to you..."

In an instant, the world spun around him and he almost fainted.

"Supervisor, you..."

Yue Ling hesitated to speak.

Zhuge Yunhu quickly interrupted with a cough.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"My old illness has come back again... cough cough, I can't take it anymore... I have to go back and lie down for a while... cough cough..."

"Once this person gets sick... his mind becomes confused... what did I say just now? Why can't I remember it?"

The sound was getting farther and farther away. Zhuge Yunhu, who looked like a sickly person just now, suddenly flew away as fast as a tiger descending from the mountain, and even used some kind of escape technique.

He disappeared in the blink of an eye, taking the copy of "The Carnal Prayer Mat" with him.

Yue Ling stood there, her face flushed, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses.

Zhang Jiuyang...how dare he?

It would be fine if he just wrote this kind of book, but he actually had the guts to send it to himself?
Does he really think his head is harder than the Dragon Sparrow Sword?
Although Yue Ling is heroic and valiant, with the spirit of a heroine, she is still a virgin after all. She has practiced diligently since childhood. How could she have ever been exposed to such things?

"Zhang Jiuyang..."

She opened her thin lips slightly, slowly pronounced the name, and then drew out the Dragon Sparrow Sword with a clang.

The knife light illuminated those ashamed and angry eyes.

"Master, there is also this letter... It is also from Zhang Jiuyang... Do you want to take a look..."

Qingji said tremblingly.

Yue Ling took a deep breath, suppressed the shame and anger in her heart, cut the envelope open with a knife, pulled out the letter and unfolded it.

Zhang Jiuyang shouldn't be so bold. Could there be other reasons?

However, when she opened the letter, the first sentence made her eyelids twitch.

"Hahaha, you must have been waiting impatiently. Are you surprised? No need to thank me. We are close friends."

"Don't use the Dragon Sparrow Knife to urge me to update in the future. Let's talk it out. It's not that I'm afraid of you, Yue Longhu. I'm just respecting my friend. For example, this book is the result of my hard work. It's the greatest respect for you!"

……

With a crisp sound, the letter paper was chopped into pieces by the knife.

Yue Ling sheathed her sword, her long hair fluttering.

Yingwu's eyes were filled with shame and anger.

"You are going too far, you lecher!"

She bit her teeth lightly, her sword-like eyebrows raised, and after putting on armor, she didn't even tie up her long hair, and went out directly with a sword in hand.

Si Chen, who was on duty at the White Tiger Pavilion, saw her coming out at night with murderous intent, and hurriedly bowed and saluted, saying: "Marquis Yue, what are you doing--"

"Saddle my horse."

She ordered, "We want the dragon horse bestowed by the imperial supervisor!"

Zhuge Yunhu was once rewarded by the late emperor with an extremely handsome dragon horse named Snow Dragon Horse. It was said to have a trace of true dragon blood and could travel a thousand miles a day and walk on water as if walking on flat ground.

The two Si Chens looked at each other, and neither dared to say a word.

"Go quickly. If the warden disagrees, tell him that he secretly treasured it—"

"Cough cough!"

A cough interrupted Yue Ling's words. Zhuge Yunhu, dressed in a green cloak, came back, leading a snow-white horse in his hand. Every muscle line seemed to be cut by a knife and an axe, full of power.

But the horse's eyes were very unruly, its four hooves kept stamping, and white mist gushed out of its mouth. It was obvious that not everyone could control this divine horse.

"Meet the Supervisor!"

The two Si Chens saluted quickly.

Zhuge Yunhu nodded to them kindly, then handed the reins to Yue Ling and whispered, "Give me a few hits too."

Yue Ling was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently.

She climbed onto the horse, and the divine horse, which had a trace of true dragon blood, wanted to throw her away. However, the next moment, it seemed to sense some kind of horrible murderous aura and instantly became obedient and honest.

He also let out a flattering cry.

"Yue Jianhou, what are you going to do?"

"kill."

"Do you want me to help you?"

"No need, one person is enough."

After saying this, she mounted her dragon horse, wearing armor and holding a sword, pulled the reins, and galloped towards Qingzhou at full speed in the night.

"Zhang Zheng, does Yue Jianhou have any urgent case?"

Zhuge Yunhu smiled and shook his head, saying: "It's not official business, it's a personal vendetta."

"Personal vendetta? That person must be in a terrible situation, he will definitely die!"

"Yeah, I think he must be miserable."

Zhuge Yunhu sighed but couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

That kid named Zhang Jiuyang is really something special. I have lived for so many years, but I ended up falling into your hands and losing my dignity in my later years.

This is going to be hard for you.

"You guys continue to be on duty. I'll go back and read for a while."

Zhuge Yunhu waved his hand and turned to leave.

The two Si Chens were still sighing to themselves.

"The supervisor is really hardworking. Even though he is still recovering from an illness, he still reads books all the time and studies late into the night. No wonder he is such a late bloomer!"

"A role model for us!"

……

In the early morning, Zhang Jiuyang faced the morning light and practiced Zhongli Ba Duan Jin without fail, putting aside all his worries and devoting himself to the practice.

As for little Ali, she was reading "Three Character Classic" in the study room with a wronged look on her face.

When he heard the clear sound of reading, Zhang Jiuyang finally let out a sigh of relief.

As for how Yue Ling would view him...it didn't matter anymore.

Kyoto and Qingzhou are thousands of miles apart. She wouldn't rush here overnight to take his head just for such a small matter...right?
The sixth round of Zhongli Eight-Section Brocade had not yet ended. Zhang Jiuyang suddenly heard the rumbling sound of horse hooves, not sure if it was an illusion.

The water in the pond began to ripple, and the bass in it began to swim restlessly, as if sensing some danger approaching.

earthquake?

Zhang Jiuyang opened his eyes, and before he could grasp the ghost-slaying sword beside him, he felt murderous aura coming towards him. It was midsummer, but it felt like falling into an icy cave.

Ali flew out with a knife in his hand, and angrily said, "Who are you, the evildoer, that dares to break into my house——"

The sound of horse hooves interrupted her words.

Yue Ling rode on a snow dragon horse, holding a dragon sparrow sword in his hand, and there seemed to be golden flames rising in his eyes. Although there was only one person and one horse, he was wearing silver armor and a red robe, and his momentum was so great that it was like an army of thousands rushing towards him!

"Fuck!"

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned and almost suspected that he was dreaming.

Little Ali decisively threw away her two swords and quickly flew back to the study. The crisp sound of reading continued to ring out, mixed with a hint of panic.

"When humans are born, their nature is good. Their natures are similar, but their habits are far apart..."

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

Yue Ling was a very good rider. She pulled the reins and the Snow Dragon Horse leaped up like a horse stepping on a flying swallow, skimming over the water and arriving in front of Zhang Jiuyang.

The momentum of that tiger descending from the mountain is like a chariot charging across the battlefield, invincible and unstoppable!
Zhang Jiuyang reacted very quickly. He did not try to draw his sword to stop a chariot, but spoke a sentence at the fastest speed.

"I saw the Lord of Heaven."

Zheng!
The sword rang softly, and the back of the Dragon Bird Blade stopped in front of Zhang Jiuyang's neck.

The wind from the knife blew away the hairpin that tied his hair.

Zhang Jiuyang exhaled slowly, and his heartbeat like a war drum finally slowed down.

Fortunately it was the back of the knife.

No, the back of the knife hurts too!

On horseback, Yue Ling's expression suddenly changed. She became as deep as a sculpture, and all the anger in her eyes disappeared.

"You saw...Tianzun?"

She sheathed her sword, dismounted, and looked at Zhang Jiuyang solemnly, saying, "Zhang Jiuyang, do you know what you are saying?"

Even the Supervisor of the Sixth Realm was no match for the Heavenly Lord back then. How could Zhang Jiuyang, who is only in the Second Realm, survive if he met the Heavenly Lord in Huangquan?
If this was a joke, it undoubtedly touched Yue Ling's bottom line.

But based on her understanding of Zhang Jiuyang, he would not joke about such things.

Sure enough, Zhang Jiuyang nodded, looking very serious.

"I did see the Heavenly Lord, and if nothing unexpected happens..."

"I may become the ninth heavenly stem in Huangquan."

……

(End of this chapter)