The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly at Master Linghui's cold words, and was not moved at all.

He wouldn't argue with an older woman.

The emperor's face no longer had a trace of gloom on it. Instead, it was all smiles, with undisguised admiration in his eyes.

"Yes, this is the real prayer for rain. I was negligent. Thanks to the help of Zhang Tianshi and the other masters, this stage is naturally considered a success."

"But this rain-praying event has cost you a lot of mana. The difficulty of the next second level cannot be underestimated, and we can no longer help each other..."

The emperor looked around and said with a smile: "You may as well take a rest for a night and try the second level tomorrow."

"As for those who failed to pass the test, they can continue to live in Taiping Temple."

Everyone had no objection to this. Although now was the best time to defeat Zhang Jiuyang, they also had their own character and would not take advantage of others' misfortune.

Moreover, after they had just joined forces to pray for rain, the invisible smell of gunpowder had been reduced a lot.

After the emperor left, many people came to pay their respects to Zhang Jiuyang, but they were all blocked by Yue Ling.

She brought Zhang Jiuyang and the child to the side room, asked Shao Yun and Ao Ya to guard the door, and watched Zhang Jiuyang regulate his breathing and recover from his injuries.

Under her unblinking gaze, Zhang Jiuyang could only recuperate and heal his wounds.

Half an hour later, he slowly opened his eyes. The purple mist around his body dissipated, and a bright jade light flowed on his skin. The injuries in his body were finally completely healed.

"You're taking too much risk."

Yue Ling then criticized: "I know you are worried about the people, but after all, you have just broken through to the sixth realm. If your foundation is damaged, it will not be worth it!"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and said, "At least this time we gained a lot."

After a pause, he said four words.

“People’s hearts can be used.”

Whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, most monks still have a heart to save the world and bring peace to the people, and have not fallen to the point of losing their bottom line.

Earlier in the palace, I saw the coffin of immortality and learned that the late emperor, in order to turn Princess Yuzhen into a zombie, had even created all kinds of "natural disasters" in order to absorb the souls of the people to nourish the corpse's qi.

At that time, Zhang Jiuyang was really disappointed. He thought, what was the difference between such a dynasty and evil cultivators?

However, this Luotian Grand Ceremony did give him hope.

If he wants to build an immortal prosperous era, it is obviously impossible for him to do it alone, he must have "comrades".

"But I think that assassin might not be just a spy from Northern Liao."

Yue Ling's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he said calmly: "At the moment when the assassin attacked, I saw a trace of surprise on the face of the dragon slayer."

The Dragon Slayer is the real spy of Northern Liao, and the soul of the Northern Liao Demon King is hidden in his body. If the assassin is really from Northern Liao, why would the Dragon Slayer be a little surprised?

Even the dragon slayer should cooperate with the assassin, so that the possibility of success will be greater.

Once Zhang Jiuyang dies, it will undoubtedly be a huge loss for Daqian. No matter what their purpose of sneaking into the Luotian Dajiao was, they have already achieved brilliant results.

But the fact is, the old dragon slayer was completely unaware and was even a little surprised.

"Haha, the Daqian royal family is indeed very powerful. They destroyed the Jingye Division, but they still have many masters hidden. The assassin who cultivated to become a Taoist immortal and the tiger immortal he worshipped are not simple. They are old acquaintances of ours."

Yue Ling was startled, and then blurted out: "Tiger!"

Zhang Jiuyang nodded and said, "He worshipped the mountain king in the Tongtian Mountains. With the protection of the mountain king's magic power, his strength is comparable to that of a fifth realm. If he hadn't encountered a sixth realm sword immortal, he wouldn't have died so quickly."

Yue Ling thought about it carefully, and then suddenly said, "Yes, I was wondering why Master Linghui pierced his forehead, Tanzhong, Huangting and other vital points one after another. It turned out that he invited a tiger to possess his body at that time."

In the lineage of immortals, after inviting the gods to possess them, the physical body can hardly feel pain, and it is all controlled by the immortals' magic power. The fatal points for ordinary people are nothing to them.

Therefore, it is necessary to pierce many major acupoints in order to completely destroy the body and sever the connection between immortals and mortals.

Yue Ling subconsciously clenched her fists and her eyes became colder.

"It seems that Your Majesty also has a relationship with the mountain kings in Tongtian Mountains."

There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice, especially at the word 'friendship', which she sneered at.

The Painted Skin Master of Yangzhou had long been in contact with the emperor, and his domination of Yangzhou and his harm to the people were privately approved by the emperor.

If the Painted Skin Master was Si Zhu in his previous life and had some relationship with the royal family, then what about Shan Jun?

The country is in front and the king is behind.

The country comes in front, and the emperor comes behind.

Now he has gone a step further, looking as if he wants to gather his troops and is full of murderous intent.

"All the people in the White Tiger Pavilion of the Imperial Observatory obey my orders. In addition, I have a hundred black-armored private soldiers in the capital. General Liang, who guards the north gate of the capital, is an old friend of my Yue family. He can secretly transport elite disciples from Longhu Mountain..."

Her eyes were blazing with enthusiasm, and she said, "This is a God-given opportunity. The emperor has left the capital, which means he has lost the protection of the national defense formation. If you and I join forces, who in the world can stop us?"

She put one hand on the Dragon Sparrow Sword at her waist and walked around the room like a dragon or a tiger, her voice as loud as iron.

"We just need to forcibly place His Majesty under house arrest, obtain the diagram of the national defense formation, and then quietly send people to sneak into the capital to secretly control the various central governments, and then force him to abdicate and let you, who have royal blood, take over the throne."

"With your prestige and magical power, plus the Yue family's military might, who would dare not submit?"

She was quite confident about all this, because this was not a change of dynasty, but just a change of emperor. Zhang Jiuyang was the legitimate son of Empress Zhao Yuan, and based on this, the resistance would be much smaller.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at his wife, and there seemed to be a strange flush on her face.

My goodness, it seems that he has been reformed a bit too much. How come Yue Ling is even more excited than him when talking about rebellion?

"As the Art of War says, it is better to strike first and gain the upper hand. I don't think the emperor has any good intentions in organizing this Luotian Grand Ceremony. Why don't we just overturn the table and take action tonight!"

She glanced at the two sleeping children, her eyes becoming more determined.

The longer the Luotian Grand Ceremony went on, the more uneasy she became. She didn't know what the emperor was planning, but she knew that the emperor must be planning to deal with Zhang Jiuyang.

She couldn't accept that her child was born without a father.

Sitting around and waiting was never her style.

"Zhang Jiuyang, do you want to do it or not? You make the decision."

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