The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling looked at each other, and he made a gesture, and Yue Ling understood instantly.

Catch him alive.

Although he didn't know what the purpose of this person pretending to be Yama was, his intuition told him that it was very likely that he had something to do with the Painted Skin Master.

The Painted Skin Master was not a person who would only passively take a beating. The Imperial Observatory had been in Yangzhou for so long, and he was holding on tightly. The Painted Skin Master's forces would inevitably retaliate.

Perhaps pretending to be Yama was just one of the links.

Yue Ling nodded, and there was no need to say more about the tacit understanding between the two. She clenched her hand slightly on the handle of the Dragon Sparrow Sword, and glanced at her grandmother.

Zhang Jiuyang also nodded, indicating that he would protect the old lady.

With Yue Ling around, and not knowing the enemy's strength, he certainly would not act rashly.

The sound of the knife rang out, and the Dragon Sparrow Sword had been unsheathed an inch. The bright knife light was like winter frost, but there were also red patterns like flames.

However, a figure rushed up faster than Yue Ling.

"Yan Luo! Die!"

The roar was like thunder, shaking the bricks and tiles around, and some even cracked.

Shen Tu Xiong's burly body was like a moving mountain, and every step he took made the marble under his feet explode. His black hair danced wildly, like a lion.

Some cultivators who were only in the second realm were dizzy as if they were hit by a slap on the head.

Zhang Jiuyang had a deep foundation, which was good, but he also felt a little dizzy and was horrified. What a powerful magic power, this roar seemed to have the shadow of Buddhist mantras.

In an instant, Shen Tu Xiong came to the side of the fake Yan Luo, and smashed it down with a pestle, like a mountain pressing down on the top, raising a whistling long wind, extremely fierce.

The demon-subduing pestle lit up with a dazzling golden light, and the mysterious scriptures and ancient seals could be clearly seen one by one.

The five ghosts who had just carried the coffin and eaten people rushed towards Shen Tu Xiong, their faces were ferocious, their mouths were full of blood, and they looked very creepy, but he didn't even look at them.

The next moment, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes could vaguely see a Vajra phantom behind Shen Tu Xiong, holding a treasure pestle, with angry eyes, instantly suppressing the five ghosts.

The evil ghosts that were extremely terrifying to ordinary people, were on fire and screamed shrilly when they were illuminated by the Vajra Dharma.

From beginning to end, Shen Tu Xiong didn't even look at them.

The fifth realm cultivators were so terrifying.

Facing such a powerful pestle, Yan Luo seemed quite calm. Not only did he not have the slightest intention of dodging, but he looked at Yue Ling quietly.

"If you investigate Yan Luo's case again, your grandmother will definitely need this coffin."

Boom!

The demon-subduing pestle smashed down, and to everyone's surprise, Yan Luo's head was directly smashed into meat paste. Not only the head, but also the demon-subduing pestle was more than ten thousand pounds, and the terrifying force spread from the head to the bottom.

Neck, body, hands and feet...

In an instant, the mysterious Yan Luo turned into a pile of meat paste.

Not only Zhang Jiuyang was stunned, but even Shen Tu Xiong was stunned.

How could Yan Luo be so weak?

"No, look, that's a paper man!"

With a cry of surprise, everyone saw that the Yan Luo who was smashed into meat paste turned into a pile of paper scraps and drifted away with the wind.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes condensed, and he quickly jumped forward, squatted down, grabbed a handful of paper scraps, stared at it carefully, and put it under the nose of the Yin puppet in his arms.

"Brother Jiu, it's not wrong, it's the origami technique in the Yin!"

A Li said very sure.

At the same time, Shen Tu Xiong's nose moved and said, "There is the smell of a corpse."

He turned his eyes to the coffin, and with a light push, the heavy coffin board was opened, and a foul smell and bloody smell came immediately, revealing a rotten corpse.

When he saw the appearance of the corpse clearly, Yue Ling was shocked.

"It's Old Zhao!"

"How could it be? Wasn't he fine yesterday?"

"It's Master Zhao!"

Many people present recognized the old man lying in the coffin. It was Master Zhao, the infatuated follower of the old lady of the Shen family.

A cultivator of the fourth realm died so miserably after just one night, as if he had been eaten by evil spirits.

The old lady stepped forward with a dragon-headed cane, refused the help of others, and looked at the old friend who had been with her for decades, her eyes gradually turned red.

Yesterday, she found out Ling'er's feelings through the portrait, and immediately sent Old Zhao to Qingzhou to find out about Zhang Jiuyang's background, but she didn't expect that it would be the last time they saw each other.

Decades of ups and downs flashed through her mind, and finally converged into two words.

"Yan Luo!"

The hand of Old Lady Shen holding the cane trembled slightly, and there seemed to be wind and thunder brewing in her eyes. The atmosphere suddenly dropped to the freezing point, making everyone afraid to breathe loudly.

They didn't expect that Yan Luo would be so fierce.

The old lady had just offered a reward for his life with the Renyuan Golden Pill, but the other party sent a coffin to her door and brutally killed Mr. Zhao of the Shen family as a warning.

Her birthday banquet turned into the anniversary of her lover's death.

What a lawless and arrogant evil spirit!

Shen Tu Xiong sighed lightly, closed the coffin lid again, and said: "Old lady, please accept my condolences. This Yama is really cunning. He came to deliver the coffin with the paper man technique, but he didn't dare to show his real body. Otherwise, we would help you avenge this blood feud!"

Yue Ling used the Dharma Eye to look around and found no traces.

After all, the old lady Shen had been through a lot. She quickly controlled her emotions and said to the guests: "Today's birthday banquet ends here. After you go back, please help my Shen family save some face and don't spread this matter."

"Of course!"

"Of course, of course!"

Everyone agreed immediately and wanted to leave quickly.

But at this moment, a voice sounded.

"No one can leave!"

Shen Tu Xiong was startled, and then looked at Zhang Jiuyang who was squatting on the ground rubbing the paper scraps, and asked: "What does this mean?"

Yue Ling also showed a puzzled look, but she knew that since Zhang Jiuyang said so, he must have his reasons. Without any hesitation, she pulled out the Dragon Sparrow Knife with a clang.

In an instant, a deep knife mark appeared on the ground, and the sharp knife intent made everyone stop immediately.

"No one can leave."

She emphasized Zhang Jiuyang's words again, her voice calm but unquestionable.

Then Si Chen and Lingtai Lang who came to the banquet from the Imperial Observatory stood guard in all directions, their eyes sharp and firm, and surrounded all the guests.

"What is this for?"

"We are not prisoners, you are too domineering in the Imperial Observatory!"

"How dare you, I am the young master of Wanfu Tower, who dares to trap me?"

Everyone was instantly filled with righteous indignation.

The old lady was still more prestigious, so she motioned everyone to calm down first, and then asked: "Xiao Jiu, what did you find?"

Zhang Jiuyang threw away the scraps of paper in his hand, stood up and said: "Old lady, these scraps of paper have the breath of the Yin-walking technique, which is the secret paper-folding technique of the Yin-walking lineage. I can be sure of this, and I will never be wrong!"

Shen Tuxiong didn't expect Zhang Jiuyang to know the mysterious Yin-walking technique in the legend, and hurriedly asked: "Even if it is the paper-folding technique, what can it mean?"

Zhang Jiuyang turned around with a sharp look.

"The paper-folding technique has two disadvantages. The first is that it cannot be touched by water, and the second is that the caster cannot leave the paper man too far away, otherwise the paper man will lose his spirituality and cannot communicate."

Yue Ling's eyes lit up, and said: "But Yan Luo was able to talk freely just now, which means that the caster is nearby!"

"To put it more bluntly..."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes swept over the guests one by one, but what he said made them feel cold in their hearts.

"The caster is probably hiding among you."

...

The birthday banquet of the Shen family had many twists and turns.

No one expected that the birthday banquet, which started at 9:00 in the morning, would last until the evening. Not to mention the guests, even the maids and servants did not come out.

Zhang Jiuyang opened his eyes and searched the guests and the servants in the Shen Mansion one by one.

The wild geese left traces when they passed by. Even if the people of the Painted Skin Master were good at disguising themselves, they would definitely leave traces if they used the origami technique, such as the smell of masking paper and ghost saliva glue.

Even if there were none of these, people who used the Yin-walking technique would have a unique smell on their bodies, which ordinary people, even cultivators, could not smell, but could not hide from A-li.

As the only true disciple of the second master, the leader of the Yin-walking technique, A-li was very familiar with this smell, not to mention that she was best at this origami technique.

However, the investigation lasted until sunset, and A-li had smelled everyone, even those in the Imperial Observatory.

Even Mrs. Shen took the initiative to accept A-li's inspection.

So far, every person who appeared in the Shen Mansion at that time, whether guests or servants, was checked.

No problem!

Zhang Jiuyang frowned, wondering, did he guess wrong?

No, I always feel that something is wrong.

Did he miss something?

He was thinking hard here, and the guests who had been holding back for a long time were unwilling and resentful.

"Didn't they say that Yan Luo was hiding among us? Where is he?"

"That's right, I think it's slander!"

"Hehe, he hasn't even become the grandson-in-law of the Shen Mansion, but he's already showing off. Now it's good, you've been slapped in the face, right?"

"Let us go, I have other things to do, why do you want to lock us up?"

Some people gloated, some were angry, and some spoke coldly.

Except for Lao Gao and Li Yan, even the people in the Imperial Observatory began to waver. They had only heard of Zhang Jiuyang's name and had never really worked with him, so they inevitably doubted his ability.

Shen Tuxiong frowned and said, "These people are of some importance. It's not a good idea to keep dragging it out. Yue Jianhou, how about-"

"No."

Yue Ling's voice was very clear. She glanced at Zhang Jiuyang who was in deep thought and said lightly, "I am the organizer of the Yan Luo case. I will be responsible if something goes wrong."

"What do you mean you are responsible?"

Shen Tuxiong's eyes were like copper bells, and he said dissatisfiedly, "I am also the deputy organizer of this case. If something goes wrong, at most we will be scolded together. Damn it, aren't they just a bunch of little bastards?"

"I, Shen Tuxiong, am not a coward who lets my comrades take the blame alone!"

Yue Ling smiled slightly.

Although she and Shen Tuxiong often disagree on official business, they are very similar in discussing the matter, charging into battle, and sharing weal and woe with their subordinates.

So although they sometimes quarreled and blushed, they would never fail at critical moments.

"When a man dies, the birds fly up to the sky. What's the use of being afraid of eggs!"

"I'll go teach those little bastards a lesson. They are rebelling. The Imperial Observatory is handling a case. Do they have the right to shout?"

"They pissed me off. They are colluding with evil spirits!"

Suddenly, Zhang Jiuyang, who was in deep thought, opened his eyes abruptly. The words that Shen Tuxiong just said flashed through his mind like lightning.

"I know!"

He stood up abruptly and ran outside immediately, looking a little excited.

"We missed one person!!"

"It's him. It must be him!"

Shen Tuxiong and Yue Ling hurriedly followed, and he said in surprise: "It's impossible, everyone has been checked, and no one has been missed!"

Zhang Jiuyang's figure finally stopped on the coffin sent by Yama Luo, and his voice was chilling.

"No, there is still one person missed."

"A dead person."

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