The God and Buddha are actually me

The Emperor's Bell appeared in the world, with thousands of brilliant lights and purple air filling the sky. Every ray of light seemed to reflect a kind of way between heaven and earth, making the people below dizzy.

Even a real person who is high and mighty cannot remain completely calm in front of this imperial bell.

They could feel that it was not a magic weapon, but the magical power of Zhang Jiuyang. However, that magical power was too powerful and contained infinite mysteries, so when it was used, it was like an immortal being descending to the earth.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, golden light appeared on Zhang Jiuyang's palm, and then it slammed onto the Emperor Bell.

clang!!

The ancient and majestic bell rang, echoing between the sky, earth and mountains, as if it had been ringing from ancient times to the present.

Stimulated by the sound of the bell, the sky changed drastically, and countless dark clouds gathered together and formed the shape of an eye.

That is a symbol of God's will in this world.

The severe drought in the five states was originally a natural phenomenon between heaven and earth, and a pre-arranged 'rule'. However, Zhang Jiuyang exerted the magical power of the Emperor Bell to the extreme, wanting to change this established 'rule' by his own strength, which naturally aroused the hostility of the way of heaven.

Just like when the Chinese gods and Buddhas descended upon this world, this eye would also appear, which was also a breaking of the 'rules'.

This also shows that Zhang Jiuyang now, without summoning any gods to possess him, is able to alarm the Heavenly Dao with his own strength alone.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

As the bells rang one after another, the power of the Emperor Bell's magical power commanding the heaven and earth began to manifest itself, and layers of dark clouds began to emerge in the sky over Qingzhou, Yongzhou, Jizhou and other places thousands of miles away.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were firm as he continued to circulate the power of his golden body and the magical power of the Emperor Bell. His back was almost completely defenseless as he put all his energy into confronting the Way of Heaven.

If it was just about changing the celestial phenomena in a certain area, it wouldn't be difficult with his current magical powers, but this matter involved five entire states and affected the fate of hundreds of millions of people, so it would be much more difficult.

If the Taoist praying for rain before was against others, then Zhang Jiuyang praying for rain now is against destiny.

Even he was finding it very difficult at the moment.

The power of the golden body and magic power were rapidly consumed. He felt his body becoming heavier and heavier. Every time he rang the bell, it was as if he was carrying several mountains or was trapped in an endless vortex.

But he doesn't regret it.

He had been paying attention to the drought situation in the world for a long time. However, even as a sixth-level immortal, it was wishful thinking for him to go against the will of heaven by his own strength.

But the Luotian Grand Ceremony gave him an opportunity.

No matter what the emperor wanted to do with the Luotian Dajiao, it was ultimately a Taoist event.

Zhang Jiuyang wanted to see how much of the Taoist faith in this world still had the same perseverance as before, and whether people's hearts could still be trusted.

This will directly affect his next step in conquering the world.

Of course, he had already prepared himself for failure, but it would always be good if this heavy rain could bring one more drop.

Boom!

Distant thunder rumbled.

Many monks used their magical powers and saw that the dry land far away in other states was suddenly filled with lightning, thunder and howling winds.

The abbot of Taiping Temple pondered for a moment, then tore a page from an ancient book and threw it out.

At that moment, that page of the ancient book swelled up in the wind, floated in front of everyone's eyes, and turned into a geomancy map of Kyushu.

People can clearly see on this geomancy map that the water power of the Kyushu land is surging and flowing, turning into wisps of clouds and rushing towards Shenzhou, Jizhou, Qingzhou, Liangzhou and Yongzhou.

At the same time, heavy rain fell on the five states.

The people ran around to tell each other, with excitement on their faces, and beat drums and gongs to encourage every household to come out to fetch water.

All kinds of pots, pans, and utensils were placed on the streets, welcoming the drops of life-saving nectar.

The air was filled with the smell of damp dust, accompanied by the chirping laughter of children.

"It worked. It actually made it rain in all five states at the same time?"

“Is this Zhang Zhenren from Mount Longhu? No, it should be Tianshi, Tianshi Zhang!!”

"Can supernatural powers really do this?"

Many people exclaimed in amazement. Those monks who had passed the stage of praying for rain, who were originally very proud and somewhat arrogant, now showed bitter expressions.

The more knowledgeable people are, the more they know how crazy this is.

According to the art of praying for rain, those who can relieve the drought in a city are considered masters, those who can relieve the drought in a state are gods, and those who can relieve the drought in the whole world can only be immortals.

The magical powers that Zhang Tianshi gained from descending the Holy Infant are almost like immortal arts!

"Not enough. Not enough rain."

Yue Ling frowned, and without any hesitation, he chose to transfer his own magic power through the air, turning it into a gun intent and hitting the Emperor Bell.

She could see that Zhang Jiuyang was almost reaching his limit.

However, in the picture, precipitation in the five states is still sparse, which is far from alleviating the drought.

"We are willing to lend a helping hand to Master Zhang!"

"Respect the decree of Tianshi Zhang!"

"Master Tian is so courageous, I am really impressed!"

Lines of magical power surged into the air. The Taoist priests and monks with white beards and great experience looked at the young figure without any jealousy in their hearts.

Some are just admiration from the heart.

In the Luotian Grand Ceremony, the competition for the national master, everyone was either thinking about how to win, or trying to preserve their strength. Only Zhang Tianshi was truly practicing the purpose of the Luotian Grand Ceremony.

Sort out the veins of the earth, harmonize the weather, make the world prosperous and the people live in peace and prosperity.

This is the original intention of Luotian Dajiao.

Yu Yangzi's heart was pounding and his blood was boiling, he could hardly control himself. He laughed loudly, his eyes shining with lightning.

"Hahaha, this is what praying for rain is all about!"

“What a pleasure! What a pleasure!!!”

Without any reservation, all his magic power turned into lightning and rushed towards the Emperor Bell, even burning his blood to gain strength.

There are many people like Yu Yangzi. At this moment, winning or losing seems unimportant, even the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism is unimportant.

When the emperor saw this scene, his pupils froze.

This was the first time since he came to power that he saw such amazing cohesion between Buddhism and Taoism.

Zhang Jiuyang, could he actually make all these people who had been fighting openly and secretly for countless years put aside their prejudices and gather around him?

It is conceivable that after this incident, Zhang Jiuyang's reputation will grow terribly.

All monks in the world will regard him as a master.

That was definitely something he didn't want to see.

The emperor remained calm, but his eyes glanced somewhere else.

In the void, a ripple gently rippled and swam towards Zhang Jiuyang's back in a very covert manner.

But at this moment, the sound of sword rang out.

An extremely dazzling sword light shot up into the sky, making everyone's eyes almost shed tears. Even Shao Yun couldn't help but close his heavenly eye.

The long sword slowly sheathed.

Drops of blood bloomed in the air.

Plop!

A black-clad figure fell to the ground, with bloodstains on his brows, heart, Danzhong, Huangting and other major acupoints.

Everyone's eyes turned to the headmaster of Shuiyun Sword Temple, Master Linghui.

She had a blank expression on her face. She snorted coldly and gently stroked the white jade hilt. The green sword tassel fluttered slightly.

"I'm not helping him, it's just that some people are too mean."

"I can't even bear to look at my sword."

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