The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhang Jiuyang looked calm on the surface, but his heart was almost exploding, and even his expression was a little stiff.

"Supervisor, I don't understand..."

"Do you know where your flaws are?"

Zhuge Yunhu's voice sounded slowly. He walked to Zhang Jiuyang, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "Relax, don't be nervous. The Yanluo case is in charge of Longhu. I have always trusted people."

"Since she was asked to lead this case, she naturally trusts you. I am not like someone who would rather believe a handsome young man who has just known her for less than a year than a bad old man who has taught her and helped her for more than ten years..."

"Alas, people's hearts are not the same as before!"

Yue Ling completely ignored the teasing in his words. She and Zhang Jiuyang looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

"Supervisor, please tell me, where are our flaws?"

This question also formally acknowledged Zhang Jiuyang's identity.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled bitterly and said, "How did you find out?"

If there is a flaw, it must be fixed in time, otherwise it will become a time bomb for him sooner or later and take his life at the Huangquan Banquet.

What Zhang Jiuyang couldn't understand was that even the Painted Skin Master only suspected that Yan Luo had a relationship with the Imperial Observatory, and didn't know that he was Yan Luo.

How did Zhuge Yunhu, the supervisor who was in charge of Kyoto and had never seen him, know about it?

Zhuge Yunhu smiled slightly and said, "Speculation."

"Speculation?"

"The Qingzhou Yanluo case shocked the world. Yanluo was known for killing people like crazy, and he specifically targeted high-ranking officials, causing Qingzhou City to become a river of blood overnight. But when I saw the files, I found two suspicious points."

"Which two points?"

"The first one is that too few civilians died. Of course, strictly speaking, it's nothing. Maybe in Yanluo's eyes, ordinary people are not as good as chickens and dogs. Only high-ranking officials are worthy of him to kill."

"But later, the villages near Yunmengze were bloodbathed. The dead were all civilians. Although there were blood words left, this was obviously an imitation. Committing a crime." After a pause, Zhuge Yunhu looked at Yue Ling and smiled meaningfully, "I don't believe that my favorite disciple, who I taught myself, can't even see through such a simple trick." "But you didn't say much, but openly acted as if you were going to fight with Yan Luo to death, and you stayed in Yangzhou and refused to give up. This is strange." "There is only one explanation. You just want to use the name of investigating the Yan Luo case to investigate another person, a person who is not on the record of my Qintianjian, but is regarded as a big worry by you." Yue Ling was silent for a moment, and then said: "I have learned your lesson." "In this way, a new problem arises .” Zhuge Yunhu sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, “How can you, Yue Ling, find someone that even the Imperial Observatory can’t find?” “Even the Imperial Observatory can’t find you, but you can find it. This can only mean that you have a more sophisticated channel to obtain information than the Imperial Observatory. The rough guys in Jizhou don’t have this ability.” “So you think that Yue Ling has planted an insider in Huangquan, but how do you know that the insider is me?” Zhuge Yunhu took a sip of tea and continued, “It’s very simple. The person who can get into Huangquan can’t be someone from the Imperial Observatory. It must be an outsider I don’t know.”

"Why?"

"Because there is no such talent in the Imperial Observatory."

His eyes dimmed and he sighed: "Yu'er is already a rare talent, but even he failed, which shows that this is as difficult as ascending to heaven. To be honest, I couldn't believe that you could succeed at first."

"But I have to believe it, because you are too suspicious. You are the outer periphery of Longhu. At the same time, you have been in Qingzhou. What's more, you are also in Yunmengze, and now you are in Yangzhou."

Zhang Jiuyang was silent. Others would definitely not notice these details, but when someone began to doubt his identity, they would think it was too coincidental to observe.

"Of course, I was just guessing at first and couldn't be sure until I saw a book."

"What book?"

Zhuge Yunhu took out a book wrapped tightly in sheepskin from his arms and opened the first page. Three big characters were written in a flamboyant style.

"The Carnal Prayer Mat"!

Yue Ling frowned suddenly, and Zhang Jiuyang also showed a puzzled look.

What's wrong with this book? Will it make Zhuge Yunhu completely identify himself as Yama?

"Mr. Liaozhai, I have said long ago that I like reading your books very much, especially this "The Carnal Prayer Mat", which has delicate writing and ingenious ideas. The fifteenth chapter, "The alliance discusses all-night fun, and the sisters share the joy of one night equally", is really intriguing. I read it for a full ten--"

Yue Ling suddenly coughed, his eyes were cold, and he glared at the supervisor.

He laughed, touched his white beard, and said with a smile: "There are two words Huang and Quan in this chapter. My friend, do you still remember the two flaws I mentioned earlier?"

"Here is the second one."

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the two words, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he blurted out: "It's handwriting!"

Zhuge Yunhu's eyes showed appreciation. He likes to talk to smart people, saving trouble and understanding at a glance.

"In the Qingzhou Yanluo case, you killed people and caused blood to flow like a river. In the end, you wrote two big words in blood in front of the prefect's mansion - Huangquan."

"Although you are very smart and deliberately change your handwriting, the traces at the subtle joints are difficult to change. I saw those familiar traces in this book "Rou Bo Tuan"."

After a pause, Zhuge Yunhu looked at Yue Ling and said with a smile: "Longhu, do you really think that I am addicted to such worldly things? You still have a lot to learn."

Zhang Jiuyang opened the book and said, "Strange, if you just want to verify the handwriting of Huang Quan, you can just read the fifteenth chapter. Why does every page of this book look so old?"

"There are not these two words in front of it."

Zhuge Yunhu: "..."

He coughed, put the book in his arms calmly, and said calmly: "Anyway, you two don't have to hide it from me. You should tell me some things honestly."

"For example... the Qingzhou Yan Luo case, is it a test that you must pass in order to join Huangquan?"

His face was a little solemn, his eyes were shining, and he looked at Zhang Jiuyang quietly.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became a little tense.

Zhang Jiuyang felt a terrible pressure, and even the magic power in his body was a bit obscure and sluggish.

Zhuge Yunhu's eyes were deep and wise, like two sharp swords, which seemed to be able to see through all the corners of his heart.

This was the scrutiny from the current supervisor, the invisible pressure of a Sixth Realm great monk. Even with Zhang Jiuyang's psychological quality, he couldn't help but be shocked.

If he really killed innocent people indiscriminately in order to pass the hell test, then in Zhuge Yunhu's eyes, he might be no different from those evil spirits.

Yue Ling once said that Jian Zheng seemed to act casually, but he never touched the bottom line.

Because of this, he repeatedly rejected some of the emperor's unreasonable demands. The new emperor did not have a good impression of him, and even planned to appoint the master of Taiping Temple as the national preceptor to succeed Zhuge Yunhu in charge of Qintian Prison.

However, due to the late emperor's will and Zhuge Yunhu's personal prestige, it has been delayed and has not been implemented.

Zhang Jiuyang took a deep breath and was about to speak when Yue Ling spoke first.

"Jianzheng, he——"

"Let him speak for himself."

Zhuge Yunhu poured a cup of tea for Zhang Jiuyang and said, "Moisten your throat. I want to hear your own explanation of this matter."

"Thank you."

Zhang Jiuyang took the tea cup and took a sip. In just a short moment, he had calmed down and looked directly into Zhuge Yunhu's eyes without escaping.

Seeing this scene, Zhuge Yunhu's eyes flashed with appreciation, but he did not show it.

"In the Qingzhou case, most of the people I killed were bad people."

"Nie Guangxian, the prefect of Qingzhou, was a trap set up by the Painted Skin Master decades ago. I borrowed his head to weaken the Painted Skin Master's power, and secondly, I can submit a surrender letter to Huang Quan."

"A gentleman can be deceived and fight against this group of evil spirits who do no evil and have no bottom line. If we still talk about the way of a gentleman, it is tantamount to tying our own hands and allowing evil to cause trouble!"

"As long as I can eliminate evil and save people, I don't mind being infamy. The merits and demerits of right and wrong will be judged by future generations."

"Zhuge Jianzheng, I wonder if you are satisfied with my answer?"

Zhang Jiuyang knew that it was absolutely impossible to lie in front of a smart person like Zhuge Yunhu, so he let go and spoke his true thoughts frankly.

Of course, he was not just at the mercy of others, one hand had quietly been placed on the jade flute at his waist.

If Zhuge Yunhu still thinks that he is evil and wants to get rid of him quickly, then Zhang Jiuyang will immediately play the White Dragon Song, and I believe Yue Ling will also help him.

If the two women join forces, even Zhuge Yunhu may not be able to gain favor.

Fortunately, Zhuge Yunhu did not take action. Instead, he stared at him blankly, a little absent-minded and in a trance, as if he was remembering something.

After a long time, he came back to his senses and sighed.

"As people get older, they tend to lose focus easily. What you just said reminded me of a certain person."

"who?"

"The dog Zhuge Yu."

Zhuge Yunhu sighed softly and said: "That kid also said something similar back then. He said that the night is long and someone must be there to watch the night."

"Future generations will not remember who called the watch, but they will remember that every time the watch is called, it is one step closer to dawn."

"Later, he used the Immortality Curse to turn himself into a zombie and tried to break into the underworld, but ultimately failed..."

At this moment, Zhuge Yunhu suddenly turned into an old man, an old man who missed his son and felt guilty.

Zhang Jiuyang poured him a cup of tea.

"Zhuge Jianzheng, it's a pity that I don't have the chance to meet you, otherwise we might be friends."

"But I also have a question to ask you."

After a pause, Zhang Jiuyang stared at him and said, "You have known about the painting skin owner for a long time, right?"

Zhuge Yunhu nodded and smiled, and said frankly: "Yes, as early as twelve years ago, I was aware of the existence of the Painted Skin Master and knew that he was guarding something in Yangzhou."

Yue Ling was startled and looked at Jian Zheng in surprise, suddenly feeling a little strange.

As a prisoner, she had read all the files related to Huangquan in Tianji Pavilion, but found no relevant records.

That's why she was so surprised when she found out about the owner of the painting through Zhang Jiuyang, feeling that Da Gan had been infiltrated into a sieve.

But he never thought that Jian Zheng had known about this matter twelve years ago, and even knew that the owner of the painting was guarding something in Yangzhou.

"Don't be surprised, Longhu. The files about the Painted Skin Master can only be viewed by deputy supervisors and above. Your level is not high enough, and you are not even qualified to know."

"In fact, I have been secretly investigating the owner of the painting for these years. Although he is secretive and has a deep hiding, in the past twelve years, I have still found some clues. For example, several important chess pieces he planted in the court are actually in the palace. I’m in control.”

"Those painted faces don't know that the housekeepers, servants, and concubines they trust are my eyes and ears."

"Who they met every day, what they did, and even what they talked in their sleep would be submitted to my case the next day. It was also through them that I inferred that the owner of the painting had been guarding something in Yangzhou."

"Of course, my energy is limited, and I only found the largest fish. As for more small fish, such as Nie Guangxian, I really don't know."

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the old man in plain green clothes and simple temperament in front of him, and felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

He could only understand who the painted skins were by looking at his memories through his ghost-eating magical power, but the other party could weave an invisible net for those painted skins without making a move, just by relying on observation.

Such a mind and means are really terrifying. He is worthy of being a descendant of Zhuge Qixing, and he has not disgraced this surname.

"I have never attacked those big fish, because I know that if you cut the weeds without eradicating the roots, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows. That root is the master of the painting."

"If we don't kill him, the paintings in the court will come back, and they will be more secretive and harder to find."

"If you want to get rid of such a dark and sly enemy as the Painted Skin Master, you must fish him out with a sufficient amount of bait first. Otherwise, even if you find his lair, Cunning Rabbit Three Lairs, you may not be able to get rid of him once and for all."

Zhang Jiuyang showed a smile in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, his plan coincided with Jian Zheng's, and the two came together.

"It's a pity that I have never found what that thing is, and those big fish don't know it either. They had no choice but to agree to Yu'er's plan to break into the underworld. They wanted to get more information from inside, but they didn't want to..."

He shook his head and sighed: "In my life, I have always been focused on defending the enemy with integrity. I don't like to win by surprise. The only time I made a dangerous move was to harm my most outstanding son."

"Jian Zheng, we have found what the Painted Skin Master is guarding. Brother Zhuge's revenge will be avenged soon!"

Yue Ling's voice was sonorous, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"This is why I traveled thousands of miles to come to Yangzhou in person. If I hadn't found something like that, you wouldn't have invited me out."

Zhuge Yunhu slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were calm, but there was an undercurrent.

"What the hell is that thing?"

Zhang Jiuyang spit out three words.

"God's Residence Mountain."

"Shenju Mountain..."

Zhuge Yunhu closed his eyes, thinking about the name, and said, "So it's here... Why is it here?"

"Jian Zheng, is there any problem?"

Zhuge Yunhu shook his head and said: "Judging from the reaction of the Painted Skin Master, Shenjushan is right, but after carefully considering the chaos in Yangzhou, it is not quite like the Painted Skin Master's behavior, which is always a bit strange."

Zhang Jiuyang sighed secretly, he was worthy of being a supervisor, and he immediately realized the fishiness in this.

After a long time, Zhuge Yunhu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes clear and his voice firm.

"Maybe we should go to Shenju Mountain to see for ourselves."