The God and Buddha are actually me

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the profound Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and was able to overcome all suffering..."

Sanbao was chanting scriptures softly, his expression was calm and pious as never before, and there was a great compassion between his brows.

At the same time, his body was glowing and condensed into golden Sanskrit characters. He looked like an ancient scripture, emitting a warm, mellow, broad and magnanimous aura.

As he chanted, the golden Sanskrit characters became clearer and more compelling, as if embedded in the texture of the skin, emitting a bright and dazzling light.

At this moment, the Three Jewels really seem like a Buddha who has descended to the world, preaching and giving charity.

At the same time, the feedback from the visualization diagram also came to Zhang Jiuyang, and he finally understood what the first inheritance of "Jigong Conquering the Dragon" was.

That is the iconic magical power of Living Buddha Ji Gong, which he often uses to punish evildoers and make bad guys catch themselves in their own trap and suffer the consequences of their own actions.

There is so much mystery in it that even Zhang Jiuyang today cannot help but admire it.

He made the Buddhist seal with his hands and recited scriptures silently, and the same Sanskrit words as the Three Treasures appeared on his skin, but compared with the Three Treasures, they were more brilliant and magical, and it was obvious that he was more advanced in the practice of this method.

"Shariputra, these are the empty dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing... All the Buddhas of the three ages, relying on the Prajna Paramita, attain the Anuttara Samyaksambodhi."

“Therefore, know that the Prajna Paramita is the great mantra, the great bright mantra, the supreme mantra…The mantra is spoken as follows: Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate Bodhi Svaha.”

…

At the banquet, since Zhang Jiuyang left, the invisible sense of urgency at the banquet seemed to dissipate all of a sudden.

Just as the banquet was gradually coming to an end, the holy monk Kongwen from Qingliang Temple in Yongzhou suddenly put down the teacup in his hand, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Even the little monk beside him seemed to have noticed something. He turned around and looked outside with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Not only them, but even those Buddhist disciples in the fourth and fifth realms who were unable to attend the banquet, all felt an indescribable sense of excitement at the same time.

It seemed as if something very important had been born.

People who are not Buddhists may not be so perceptive, but it is not difficult to observe something through the performance of those Buddhist disciples.

"Master Kongwen, what happened?"

Sitting next to Kong Wen was an old dragon-slayer who had lived in the yellow sands of Mobei for a long time. Although he was known for his bravery, he was actually very short, had a pigeon chest and a hunchback, and was even a cripple, leaning on an iron cane.

However, his voice was extremely rough and heroic, as if there was a roar of thousands of miles of yellow sand in his throat, faintly echoing in the palace like thunder.

Kong Wen was silent for a moment, and then said, "Amitabha, I guess that maybe someone has suddenly realized some great magical power of our Buddhist sect, or... a Buddhist treasure has appeared in the world."

Master Linghui of Shuiyue Sword Temple suddenly snorted coldly and said, "This matter may be related to Zhang Jiuyang and the Divine Monk Tongji."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately looked towards the two vacant seats.

"These two people have not returned since they left. There may be something fishy going on. I have heard that Zhang Jiuyang has a good relationship with Baiyun Temple. I am afraid that the two of them are now forming a private alliance. Maybe Zhang Jiuyang gave him a Buddhist treasure."

After a pause, Master Linghui said calmly, "Divine Monk Kongwen, your Qingliang Temple has always been inferior to Baiyun Temple. This Luotian Grand Ceremony is a good opportunity to turn things around."

Kong Wen said nothing, but just quietly sipped the tea in the cup. No matter how much he drank, the tea seemed endless and inexhaustible.

However, the little monk behind him with red lips, white teeth and a lively temperament, had his eyes rolling around and revealed an indescribable smile.

It seemed like agreement, but also like sarcasm.

…

"The Prajna Sutra, whose full name is the Heart Sutra of Prajnaparamita, is a profound teaching of Mahayana Buddhism. Among the 84,000 teachings taught by the Buddha, the Prajna teaching is the most excellent. After reading it today, I found that it is indeed worthy of its reputation."

Zhang Jiuyang secretly sighed in his heart. Although he majored in Taoism, just like Living Buddha Jigong also read Taoist classics, Buddhist scriptures were also of great benefit to him.

A stone from another mountain can be used to polish a jade.

At this moment, Sanbao had already begun to comprehend the magical power. The Sanskrit on his body disappeared, but the whole person seemed to have a magical temperament, and his every move was otherworldly.

Pure, ethereal and timeless.

He bowed to Zhang Jiuyang as a disciple, then walked towards the unconscious Tongji monk and gently placed his hand on the back of his bulging head.

"etc--"

Zhang Jiuyang already knew what he was going to do, and wanted to speak out to stop him, but he was still a step too slow.

The next moment, a magical scene happened. The back of the monk Tongji's head, which was swollen by the gold brick, instantly returned to normal, while Sanbao groaned, stars in his eyes, and fell straight down.

The monk Tongji suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and subconsciously caught Sanbao's body, but his eyes seemed to be spewing out golden flames of the Mingwang, and he shouted three words with gritted teeth.

"Zhang—Jiu—Yang!!!"

…

At the banquet, Yue Ling, who had been closing his eyes and regulating his breathing, suddenly opened his eyes. The power of the Ming Wang in his body instantly fluctuated, causing the surrounding candle flames to suddenly surge.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of the Tongji monk rang out.

"Zhang! Jiu! Yang!!"

Boom!

The earth shook violently, as if a volcano had erupted. Dazzling golden flames shot up into the sky, accompanied by dazzling thunder, as if doomsday had come.

In the sky, two figures have started fighting.

One is Zhang Jiuyang, the other is the divine monk Tongji.

Zhang Jiuyang did not seem to want to attack and kept dodging with the escape technique. His figure was as fast as flowing light and as graceful as a fairy. He turned into clouds and mist, wind and wood, like the breeze, bright moon, and the reflection of candlelight, empty and vague, without a trace.

The Thirteen Forms of Escape of the Yuding Palace had reached the pinnacle in his hands. He was able to avoid heavenly fire, dodge thunder, and survive hundreds of disasters and calamities.

But the monk Tongji seemed unusually angry, and he did not hesitate to use up his great magical powers to attract more heavenly fire and thunder.

But Zhang Jiuyang was like a loach that had burrowed into a quagmire, so slippery that he could not be hit at all.

"Zhang Jiuyang, if you have the guts, don't hide!!"

Tongji seemed determined to fight back today.

Zhang Jiuyang sighed and said, "Okay, okay, I'm really scared of you. I'm in the wrong. I'll lend you this gold brick so you can hit me with all your strength."

He pointed his finger and threw the Nezha gold brick into the other person's hand.

Tongji was slightly startled, holding the gold brick, his eyes fixed, and said: "You asked for this!"

He took a deep breath and even used the Dharmakāya of Mingwang. The ten-zhang-tall Dharmakāya was like a giant that held up the sky and shook the earth, which made his strength surge.

Tongji poured all his magical power into the gold brick and slammed it towards Zhang Jiuyang's head.

Zhang Jiuyang seemed to really keep his word. He stood there without dodging and didn't even move his golden body.

At the critical moment, a hint of hesitation flashed in Tongji's eyes, but he still took back 30% of his magic power.

Then the gold brick fell on Zhang Jiuyang's head.

But he didn't see that Zhang Jiuyang had a meaningful smile on his face.

The next moment, he seemed to hear some Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures.

"Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha."

In an instant, Tongji felt dizzy, as if he was hit hard by a heavy object. He fell from the air and a big bump appeared on his head again.

Prajna Mantra!