The God and Buddha are actually me

At the time of Si, the sky was clear and the sun was shining.

The Shen Mansion had already started to get busy. Almost all the dignitaries in Yangzhou City had come. The house was crowded with people and carriages were constantly flowing.

As a wealthy man in Yangzhou and the head of sixteen chambers of commerce, even the governor of Yangzhou had to give face to the birthday banquet of Old Lady Shen and come to congratulate him in person.

There was also gossip that Old Lady Shen had specially invited strange people from all over the world to the birthday banquet. It was mysterious and no one knew what to do.

The main gate of the Shen Mansion.

Zhang Jiuyang came to the door with a large bag of snacks made by Ah Li. Looking at the busy procession and the birthday gifts that sounded very valuable, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

"The head of the Sun family sent a pair of Nanhai purple gold red wood carvings!"

"The chief secretary, Lord Gu, sent a pair of silver gilt jade inlaid applique bracelets!"

"The young master of Wanfu Tower, Sun Mingyu, sent a bottle of longevity mica pill, ten eight-treasure house-fixing talismans, and a piece of East China Sea dragon yarn!"

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The guests who came to the birthday banquet were either high officials of Yangzhou above the fifth rank, or wealthy gentry, or famous literati. Even a transcendent force like Wanfu Tower sent its young master to congratulate.

Especially the gift given by Sun Mingyu, which made many people stunned.

The longevity mica pill is the elixir of Wanfu Tower that is famous all over the world. It is said to have the magical effect of prolonging life. It is a tribute pill for His Majesty today. It is in short supply and worth ten thousand gold.

The eight-treasure house-fixing talisman can adjust Feng Shui, increase luck, and settle down the house. It is also precious.

As for the last piece of dragon yarn, it is even more famous. It is also called shark silk yarn. It is said to be woven by the mermaids in the East China Sea. It is as thin as moonlight and as light as a feather, but it is not affected by cold or heat, and it is not wet in water. It is a treasure among treasures and a treasure among treasures.

For a moment, everyone looked at Sun Mingyu, the young master of Wanfu Tower.

He was dressed in brocade clothes, wearing a jade crown on his head, holding a folding fan, with a handsome face and elegant demeanor, but his temperament was a little feminine.

Facing the gaze of everyone, he was neither humble nor arrogant, calm and elegant, and outstanding.

A white-haired old Taoist holding a whisk followed him silently, with a misty breath, walking as light as a crane, and bright eyes, which made it difficult to look directly at him.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart condensed. The cultivation of this old Taoist was even higher than his, and it was estimated that he should be in the fourth realm!

At the fourth level, he would be qualified to be a Lingtai Lang in the Imperial Observatory, but he was willing to follow behind Sun Mingyu and protect him silently.

He is worthy of being the young master of Wanfu Tower.

As if he had noticed Zhang Jiuyang's gaze, Sun Mingyu turned around and looked at him. When their eyes met, the mana in their bodies moved accordingly.

He nodded slightly to Zhang Jiuyang.

The two were about the same age, both were at the third level of cultivation, and their looks and temperaments were also very similar.

The only difference was that Zhang Jiuyang was holding a bag of snacks wrapped in oil paper.

He shook his head and smiled. Ah Li asked her to buy some gifts, but she was reluctant to spend money, so she made these snacks herself.

It tasted good, but it was too stingy as a birthday gift.

"I..."

"Mr. Zhang!"

When Zhang Jiuyang was about to bite the bullet and deliver the birthday gift, the butler who was welcoming guests at the door had a bright look in his eyes and almost ran over, looking very excited.

"Are you Mr. Zhang Jiuyang?"

"Yes, do you know me?"

"Yes, of course I know. Who in our Shen Mansion doesn't know Mr. Zhang?"

The butler's attitude was very respectful, even a little too much, revealing a hint of flattery, which was an attitude he had never shown when facing Sun Mingyu.

Zhang Jiuyang felt strange and remembered what Yue Ling said last night.

"Your face now may be more important than mine in the Shen Mansion."

The butler led Zhang Jiuyang to the banquet with extraordinary respect, and even ignored Sun Mingyu. The servants along the way were all the same when they saw Zhang Jiuyang, curious and respectful.

There were already many people sitting at the banquet, and Zhang Jiuyang also saw his acquaintances from the Imperial Observatory, Lao Gao and Li Yan.

He wanted to go over to talk, but the butler took him all the way forward to the second seat on the right. In an instant, countless eyes looked at Zhang Jiuyang.

When they saw a handsome man in white clothes, with a jade flute hanging from his waist, they couldn't help but discuss and speculate about his identity.

You know, the person sitting opposite Zhang Jiuyang was the governor of Yangzhou, and the person sitting next to him was a supervisor of the Imperial Observatory.

Shen Tu Xiong raised his wine glass and looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a strange look in his eyes.

"So you are Zhang Jiuyang. You are indeed a handsome man. No wonder Yue Ling cares so much about you."

After that, a smile appeared on his dark and rough face, and he said, "You are so capable. I don't know how many men in my Imperial Observatory are gritting their teeth at you."

"You kid, you picked the most beautiful flower in our Imperial Observatory without making a sound."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and said neither servilely nor arrogantly, "Shen Tu Jian Hou, you misunderstood. Yue Ling and I are just friends."

He secretly looked at Shen Tu Xiong. Yue Ling once said that this person hated evil and had a hot temper. He was a brave and brave general, but he was a little extreme and protective.

"Haha, don't tell me. I'm afraid that many of our people will come to give you wine later. Boy, I hope you can drink well."

He patted Zhang Jiuyang's shoulder and teased.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled bitterly.

But in this exchange, Shen Tuxiong left a good impression on him. Although the other party had conflicts with Yue Ling on official matters and had slapped the table, in private he came to attend Mrs. Shen's birthday banquet, and also There was no secret embarrassment for him.

He is obviously a person who distinguishes between public and private affairs, and is bold and forthright.

After a while, Sun Mingyu, the young owner of Wanfu Building, also walked in and sat in the third seat on the right, right next to Zhang Jiuyang.

He stroked the folding fan, looked at Zhang Jiuyang thoughtfully, and asked inquiringly: "I wonder what sect this fellow Taoist comes from?"

"A man from the mountains and a casual cultivator, he just has some connections with Qin Tianjian."

There was a hint of surprise in Sun Mingyu's eyes, thinking that Zhang Jiuyang might be the heir of a prince or even a deputy in Qintian Prison, otherwise ordinary people in Qintian Prison would not be qualified to sit here.

"Chi Yao holds the magic talisman, and Danxin writes a book. It eliminates demons and makes the world pure, and drives away evil spirits. The sun and the moon shine."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly recited a poem, which was the same one that Taoist Master Jingxing recited before he died, and then asked: "Have you ever heard of this poem?"

Sun Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Of course I have heard of it. This is the legacy poem left by the founding ancestor of our Wanfu Tower before his death. It is also the ancestral motto of our Wanful Tower that has been passed down to this day. It has been recited since childhood. ”

"Why do you ask this?"

Zhang Jiuyang recalled the piety and determination on the face of Taoist Master Jingxing when he recited this poem before his soul dissipated. It seemed that this poem supported him to travel all over the country, using bamboo sticks and mango shoes to cure diseases and eliminate evil spirits.

Seeing the carelessness on Sun Mingyu's face again, Zhang Jiuyang sighed silently.

Some people regard him as Guigao and practice it throughout his life, but some people don't take it seriously and discard it like a pair of worn shoes.

What's even more ironic is that the former is dead in the wilderness, but the latter is in a high position.

But remembering the last wish of Taoist Jingxing, Zhang Jiuyang still asked: "I wonder if the young building master knows Taoist Jingxing? He is also a disciple of your Wanfu Tower."

"Pure conduct?"

Sun Mingyu thought for a moment and said blankly: "Who is that? How old is it and what level of cultivation is it?"

"About sixty or seventy years old, third level."

Hearing this, Sun Mingyu shook his head and smiled, and said: "How could I remember a disciple with such qualifications? A person of Jingzi generation, when he sees me, he has to call me uncle."

Zhang Jiuyang frowned, took out the urn wrapped in white cloth, and said: "Taoist Master Jingxing died because of exterminating demons. He only has one last wish, which is to be buried in the tomb of Wanfu Tower and return his soul to his homeland."

Sun Mingyu smiled slightly and said: "It has been burned to ashes. Who knows if he is a disciple of our Wanfu Tower. Outsiders cannot be buried in the tomb."

"but……"

He changed his voice and suddenly whispered: "My father is in retreat now, and I will take care of it for the time being. If you are willing to do me a favor, this kind of trivial matter is not a big deal, it is just a matter of words."

Zhang Jiuyang only felt ridiculous.

I went out of my way to send your disciple's ashes back, so forget it if you don't appreciate it. You actually asked me to help you in order to agree to bury the ashes.

I remembered what Jing Xing once said.

"Fellow Taoist, you can take my ashes back to Wanfu Tower in Yangzhou. For the sake of my decades of hard work fighting demons for the sect, they should give you some reward..."

Zhang Jiuyang sighed in his heart, if Taoist Master Jingxing knew the sect's attitude, I really don't know what he would think.

Seeing that Zhang Jiuyang didn't speak, Sun Mingyu thought he had agreed, so he said, "You have connections in Qintian Prison, do you know anyone?"

"who?"

"Ming Wang Yue Ling."

As Sun Mingyu opened the folding fan with a snap, Zhang Jiuyang couldn't help but be startled when he saw the person painted on the fan clearly.

It was a girl who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, with a high ponytail, wearing red clothes, carrying a spear, with picturesque features and a heroic appearance.

Although her features are still a little immature, Zhang Jiuyang can confirm that it is Yue Ling in her teenage years!

"Ling'er and I were childhood sweethearts. She saved me before. When I was seven years old, I accidentally fell into the water. She was the one who picked me out with one shot. She also patted my face with the tip of the gun and said, "Little Fatty," Eat less in the future.”

"I will never forget that scene."

Sun Mingyu sighed: "It's a pity that she returned to Jizhou later. She only went back to Yangzhou to stay for a while every June. Later, when the Duke's mansion was killed, she joined the Qintian Prison and rarely came back."

"So, you want to..."

Sun Mingyu nodded and said, "I haven't seen her for several years. Does she look good now? What do you like?"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at him, half smiling.

"So you want me to bring you and Yue Ling together?"

"It's best if she can match her up. If not, it doesn't matter. Just tell me some useful information, such as what she likes to eat and whether she has anyone she likes..."

Zhang Jiuyang's smile slowly faded and he said calmly: "Get lost."

Sun Mingyu was startled, and then his expression turned cold. He looked at Zhang Jiuyang and said, "So you have also received the news."

"What news?"

"Still pretending."

Sun Mingyu sneered and said: "Mrs. Shen is usually very low-key. The reason why she held a birthday banquet with great fanfare this time and invited many talented people was because she wanted to choose a grandson-in-law?"

"Nine out of ten young people here are here for Yue Ling, and you are no exception!"

He reached out and took away Jingxing's ashes and said: "I can help you with this, but please withdraw voluntarily later. I, Wanfu Tower, owe you a favor."

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and ignored him.

Can I tell you that I am not here for Yue Ling, but for Old Lady Shen?

He wants to see Yue Ling anytime, and the reason he came to the birthday banquet is purely to see Old Lady Shen.

One of the main purposes of Zhang Jiuyang's coming to Yangzhou is to quickly spread the belief of Wang Lingguan and collect incense.

If he can get the help of Old Lady Shen, I believe he will soon be able to open up in Yangzhou, quickly harvest a lot of incense power, let the visualization map continue to bestow inheritance, and even...

Please ask the Lingguan to come to the world to subdue the devil!

Just as he was thinking, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes looked in one place.

Zhang Jiuyang saw that Lao Gao and others actually took a breath of cold air, widened their eyes, and showed disbelief.

All the people in the Imperial Observatory were shocked by thunder, and even Shentu Jianhou accidentally knocked over the wine glass.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart trembled, is there an evil spirit?

He suddenly raised his eyes, and then his pupils shook, and he was stunned there.

I saw a figure slowly walking in front of me.

There was a flower ornament on her forehead, like a blooming red lotus, and she was wearing a light red brocade skirt with golden cicada wings on it. She had a light golden silk ribbon tied around her waist, outlining her graceful curves.

Her black hair was no longer tied into a ponytail as usual, but fell to her waist like a waterfall, each strand of hair was crystal clear, as if it was shining.

The only thing that didn't fit in was the dragon-sparrow saber in her hand.

Zhang Jiuyang immediately doubted his own eyes.

Is this... Yue Ling?

No, who are you, beauty?

Her eyebrows were as clear as autumn water, her eyes were like the moon, her facial features were handsome, her skin was white and flawless, she was tall, and she was as graceful as a jade when she walked, and she looked around.

What's more valuable is that even if she was wearing women's clothes, she still had an indelible heroic spirit, and her bright eyes were hard to look at.

Anyone who saw her had to praise her, what a beautiful and extraordinary woman.

Yue Ling ignored everyone's gazes. She walked with a dragon-like step, holding a knife, and walked straight to Sun Mingyu, looking at him quietly.

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned. Could it be that as Sun Mingyu said, the two of them were childhood sweethearts?

When he thought of this, he actually felt a little bitter in his heart.

The next moment, Yue Ling's cold voice sounded.

"Hey, please give up your seat."

"I want to sit with him."

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