The God and Buddha are actually me

Hearing the skulls of boys and girls, a name instantly popped into Zhang Jiuyang's mind.

Double-faced Buddha!

A long time ago, this person openly collected the Heavenly Spirit Caps of boys and girls, and they had to be under nine years old. The more, the better.

The Painted Skin Master once bloodbathed the villages near Yunmengze and even dug out the children's skulls just to make a deal with the Double-Faced Buddha.

Zhang Jiuyang didn't understand his purpose at first, but now after hearing Zhuge Yunhu's words, he suddenly realized that it turned out that the other party wanted to practice the mysterious art of camphor and willow.

It takes forty-nine heavenly caps of boys and girls each to form a pair, which adds up to ninety-eight living lives!

And according to Zhuge Yunhu, if you refine seven or seventy-nine pairs, you can curse and kill the Taoist Master!

The fifth level can be called high skill, and the sixth level is a true person.

The Double-Faced Buddha collected so many skulls, so he must have been rushing to refine them into seven or seventy-nine pairs. Cursing the old lady was just a small test of his skills.

Zhang Jiuyang silently calculated a number, forty-nine times ninety-eight, which is four thousand eight hundred and two.

In other words, the Two-Faced Buddha wanted to kill 4,802 children under the age of nine in order to practice evil...

At this moment, under the impact of numbers, he once again had a clear understanding of the horror of Huang Quan's evil spirits.

"Actually, some of the techniques of hating victory are good and some are bad."

Zhuge Yunhu stretched out his hand to feel the old lady's pulse and explained: "For example, writing three connected bamboo leaves with good luck, peace and peace respectively, and hiding them on the rafters and beams of the roof can ensure the safety of the house."

"Or flipping two ancient coins and placing them on both ends of the main beam will bring fame and fortune to the resident's family."

"This kind of thing is collectively called the auspicious aversion to victory, and if it is a suppressant that harms people, it is to suppress the aversion to victory. The spell the old lady cast is to suppress the aversion to victory."

"If you want to break the pressure to win, there are generally two ways."

"Jianzheng, what are the two ways?"

Yue Ling asked quickly.

"The first way is to find the object and burn it. Then the spell can be solved."

"Town object?"

Zhuge Yunhu nodded and said: "The technique of suppressing nightmares must have objects. For example, the secret technique of the camphor willow god is a wooden figure made of camphor and willow wood, with the old lady's name and birth date written on it. "

Yue Ling's eyes lit up and she said, "I'm going to search the Shen family now!"

"No need, I just went looking for it."

Zhuge Yunhu shook his head and said: "There is no marquee in the Shen family's courtyard. It seems that the caster took it away. Although this will reduce the power of the spell, it is safer."

After a pause, he said: "It should be noted that the town object also has an insidious connection with the caster. If the town object is burned down, the caster will also suffer certain harm."

No method is perfect, and the weirder the method, the greater the flaws it often hides.

"Then we can only use the second method now."

"What method?"

Zhuge Yunhu hissed, smiled faintly, and said, "I can't say that if this method is heard, it won't work."

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Half an hour later, the Shen family held a strange 'faithful ceremony'.

The reason why it is strange is that there are no talismans, incense candles and other objects in this ritual. Instead, there are rattles, windmills, monkey tricks...

It suddenly became very lively outside the old lady's room.

The servants felt very strange. The old lady was obviously seriously ill, but why did she let them play with these children's things and pretend to be very happy?

The special one was the monkey performer, the most famous monkey performer in Yangzhou was invited to play gongs and drums, it was so lively.

I don't know how long it took, but when they were all tired, the doors and windows were suddenly blown open by a gust of wind.

Then they heard a burst of children's laughter, but strangely, there was no one in front of them.

The servants screamed and found that the rattles, windmills and other things in their hands suddenly fell out of their hands, as if someone had forcibly dragged them away.

The monkey's hair stood on end, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

Children's laughter kept coming from the empty surroundings.

The servants were so frightened that they all fled, leaving only a mess in the yard. Yue Ling's figure slowly appeared, with his eyebrows wide open, looking at the children who were having fun, but he did not draw his sword after all.

But the evil aura on her body was so strong that the souls of these children were so frightened that they ran away in an attempt to return to the old lady's body.

However, an invisible suction force emerged, like a long whale sucking water, sucking them all into a small cloth bag.

"No more, no less, exactly ninety-eight."

Zhuge Yunhu tied the mouth of the bag with a rope, and then weighed the bag. Zhang Jiuyang was standing next to him. He could clearly see various small bags bulging on the bag, and could vaguely hear the children's shouts.

Zhuge Yunhu put the bag into his sleeve and said with a smile: "Although the camphor willow mysticism is weird, they are still children after all. Even if they are made into curse ghosts, they still have a trace of innocence. Use these children's favorite Something to hopefully lure them out.”

"This is also the reason why I don't let you use the Thunder Talisman. The cursed ghost will merge with the soul of the person who cast the spell. Although the Thunder Talisman can destroy them, the soul of the old lady will also suffer."

Hearing this, Zhang Jiuyang secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, Zhuge Yunhu appeared in time, otherwise the old lady would have died in his hands as soon as the thunder talisman was fired.

"Counting the hours, it's almost time for the old lady to wake up."

As soon as Zhuge Yunhu finished speaking, the old lady's voice came from the room.

Zhang Jiuyang secretly admired this method. Seeing is believing. He is indeed the director of the Imperial Observatory. He used the playful nature of children to cleverly resolve the secret technique of the willow god. It was really brilliant.

Zhuge Yunhu glanced at him. His wise eyes seemed to sense what he was thinking. He shook his head and smiled, "Although this method is effective, if the other party has refined 7749 pairs, there is no other way except to find the talisman and burn it."

The three entered the room and saw that the old lady had indeed opened her eyes and her complexion was much better than before.

Yue Ling held her hand.

"Ling'er, I seem to have dreamed of many, many children..."

She actually smiled and said, "It would be great if you and Xiaojiu could have so many children."

Zhang Jiuyang: "..."

Yue Ling: "..."

Zhuge Yunhu laughed and glanced at the two of them with a mischievous look, and then said, "Old lady, do you still remember me?"

The old lady looked at her carefully and was refreshed.

"I have seen the Supervisor..."

She stood up and wanted to salute, but was pushed back by Yue Ling.

"Grandmother, you can rest assured and recuperate. By the way, don't tell anyone about the Supervisor's visit to Yangzhou!"

Zhuge Yunhu was hiding in the dark, and the Imperial Observatory had an extra trump card.

And the other party had hidden his figure from the beginning and deliberately did not appear in front of everyone, and his purpose was not to reveal his identity.

"Don't worry, grandma has seen all kinds of storms in these years. Ling'er, you and Xiaojiu can do it. With the Supervisor taking care of you, I am finally relieved."

"During this period, I will continue to lie down and pretend to be sick to avoid alerting the enemy."

After all, she is the head of the Shen family. Although she just woke up, she knew what to do in an instant.

"Old lady, have you seen what the person who cursed you looks like?"

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly asked, he wanted to know if the other party was a two-faced Buddha.

If the Painted Skin Master also invites the Two-Faced Buddha, then his enemies are the two Yellow Springs evil spirits, and many things will have to be reconsidered.

The old lady shook her head and said, "I didn't see it. When I was talking, I suddenly felt a chill and vaguely heard the voices of many children. Then I became drowsy and fainted."

"By the way, before I fainted, I seemed to hear the voice of the Shen family's ancestors..."

Yue Ling said in a concentrated voice: "The spirit tablets in the Shen family's ancestral hall are all cracked. It should have been forced in. Grandmother, is there any secret there?"

The old lady sighed and said, "I hid the Renyuan Jindan in the ancestral hall and asked the ancestors to take care of it."

"Now it seems that after that person cast the curse, he should have broken into the ancestral hall and took away the Jindan. What a pity..."

The old lady glanced at Zhang Jiuyang and said, "Originally, I was planning to leave this Jindan for Xiaojiu if no one could get rid of Yan Luo."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved. The two-faced Buddha took the Jindan?

With his cultivation, he naturally didn't take the golden elixir for himself. Could it be that the two-faced Buddha had disciples?

If the two-faced Buddha wanted to take the golden elixir, he didn't need to cast a curse on the old lady. This would be a waste of time. Then his action should be for the Painted Skin Master.

The two should have reached some kind of deal.

"The old lady just lifted the curse. It's not appropriate to worry. Let her have a good rest first."

Zhuge Yunhu waved his sleeves, and the old lady fell asleep again. Her breathing was long and steady, and she entered a very deep sleep.

The smile on his face gradually faded, and he turned around and looked at Yue Ling, his voice calm.

"Is there a traitor among the people you trust?"

Yue Ling's eyes were turbulent, and he was about to speak but was interrupted by him waving his hand.

"Longhu doesn't need to hide it. With your personality, if there is no major discovery, you will never ask me to come out of the mountain, and even deliberately conceal the content from me."

At this point, Zhuge Yunhu showed a trace of a helpless expression and said: "You, do you even doubt me?"

Yue Ling was silent.

The meaning is very clear, she dares to suspect anyone, even the Supervisor.

"What a stubborn temper, the same as your father!"

"Supervisor, how did you know there was a traitor?"

Yue Ling stepped forward and stared at him solemnly. She and Zhang Jiuyang just knew about this matter, and they didn't tell anyone.

Zhuge Yunhu shook his head and smiled, saying: "You just made a major discovery and wanted to mobilize troops to do a big thing, but the Yangzhou riot happened tonight. If there is no traitor leaking the news, do you believe it?"

"To this day, Longhu, do you still want to hide it from me?"

"If I guess correctly, you came to Yangzhou not to investigate the Yama case, but for... Painted Skin."

Yue Ling was shocked, and just as she was about to speak, she heard the voice of the Supervisor continue to ring.

"And the reason why Longhu, who has always hated evil and was upright, had no interest in the Yan Luo case was because... you had already caught Yan Luo."

After saying that, Zhuge Yunhu turned and looked at Zhang Jiuyang, his eyes were deep and his face was as calm as a lake, but the words he said were like thunder and lightning stirring in the air.

"Should I call you Zhang Jiuyang, or..."

"Yan Luo?"