The God and Buddha are actually me

"Zhang Jiuyang, do you want to... put on some clothes first?"

Just as he was rubbing his hands and preparing to use the Sky Eye to find out who the spy was, Yue Ling's voice sounded, with a hint of inexplicable meaning in the coldness.

She raised her sword eyebrows slightly, and her bright eyes swept up and down, smiling.

There was a slight blush on her heroic face, but her behavior was still graceful, not like an ordinary woman screaming.

After all, she was a female general who had been on the battlefield for a long time, so she still had some self-control.

She was relaxed, but Zhang Jiuyang couldn't. He suddenly realized that the water and fire Taoist robe had been burned to ashes by the raging fire. Now he was naked from head to toe, all exposed to Yue Ling's eyes.

It was going to kill me!

His face flushed instantly, and he quickly covered his vital parts. He felt that it was not as hot as when he was burned by the flames just now, and his face was burning.

The Sky Eye also closed automatically, and the center of the eyebrows returned to normal, but there was a red mark like a flame.

Yue Ling smiled slightly, but was glared at by Zhang Jiuyang.

She turned sideways, took off the cloak on her armor, and gently threw it on Zhang Jiuyang.

"Put it on first, lest someone sees it and thinks that this general bullied you."

After the crisis was resolved, she felt much more relaxed, and her voice was a little teasing.

"Yue--Ling!!"

Zhang Jiuyang gritted his teeth, his eyes were like copper bells, and his voice was sad and angry.

I had planned everything, but why didn't I expect this embarrassing scene?

I am a man of seven feet tall, but I was bullied by a woman like this, and I couldn't beat her. It was really infuriating.

Fortunately, this embarrassing scene was not seen by others, which was a blessing.

"Jiu Ge, A Li is so worried about you--"

A crisp voice sounded, and a figure came bouncing, wearing a green embroidered skirt, with a face like a jade sculpture, and a little Qingji lying on his head.

The pair of black and bright big eyes stared at this scene in a daze.

Brother Jiu was wrapped in Sister Ming Wang's cape, as if he was not wearing any clothes, with a bald head and a mess around him...

Hiss!

Her face changed drastically.

Zhang Jiuyang's face also changed drastically.

"It's not what you think..."

"Master!"

Zhang Jiuyang was startled, and saw Ah Li looking at his head with shining eyes.

"Master, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

She held two swords in her hands and blocked in front of Zhang Jiuyang. She was always afraid of Yue Ling, but now she was not afraid, and her courage soared.

"Hey, you female demon, you dare to take my master away!"

"Take my sword!"

She actually regarded Zhang Jiuyang as Tang Monk in "Journey to the West", seamlessly interspersed role-playing, thinking that she was playing a game, and was very interested.

Xiao Qingji didn't know how powerful he was, waving the mace in his hand and grinning at Yue Ling.

Zhang Jiuyang stroked his forehead, this guy, always so heartless.

Yue Ling said calmly, "Stop it, Ah Li, go get a piece of clothing for Zhang Jiuyang."

Who knew Ah Li was addicted to playing the Monkey King? She was a big fan of Journey to the West, but she couldn't control herself when she saw the bald man.

She pointed a knife at Yue Ling and said, "You female demon, do you still want to order me, Lao Li?"

"Let me show you my new combination skills!"

She shook her head and body apart, her body rushed towards Yue Ling with two knives, her head opened its mouth to bite, and Qingji on top waved a mace with a fierce look in his eyes.

Combination skills - act separately!

After a while, there was a thunderous sound, as if someone's pots and pans were broken.

Then crying sounded, accompanied by words such as "I was wrong", "not fun", "I will never dare to do it again".

A moment later.

Ah Li and little Qingji stood obediently in the corner, beaten black and blue, and dared not move.

She looked at Zhang Jiuyang pitifully, and tearfully asked him for help.

Zhang Jiuyang couldn't bear it, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Yue Ling glanced at him with a dignified look in his eyes.

"Do you have any objections?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Jiuyang said righteously: "How can you hit someone?"

Ah Li's eyes lit up, as if she saw a savior.

"How painful it would be to have your hands, use a whip next time."

Ah Li: o((⊙﹏⊙))o

...

After a while, Zhang Jiuyang finally changed his clothes and walked out of the room.

He put on a moon-white long gown, a green belt around his waist, and cloud shoes on his feet. His skin was like jade, his face was handsome, and the red-gold flame pattern between his eyebrows added a bit of magic to him, and a bit more heroic spirit.

This was a very good look, but Yue Ling couldn't help but smile mischievously.

"Master, may I ask where you became a monk? Are you here to beg for alms?"

It turned out that Zhang Jiuyang's hair was burned to ashes by the flames. It was bald and shiny, almost reflecting light in the sun.

He went from a handsome scholar to a Zen monk with a white robe and a mysterious temperament.

He became stronger and balder.

Zhang Jiuyang's face turned black, which was why he struggled in the room for a long time before coming out. It was really embarrassing. Facing Yue Ling's gaze, he felt his toes digging into the ground and wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

He didn't look ugly, but he didn't want to be a monk.

It was a pity that the sky fire burned very cleanly. He had no good way now, and could only wait for his hair to grow slowly.

Fortunately, Yue Ling laughed, but still helped him think of a way.

She found a wig from somewhere, put it on Zhang Jiuyang herself, combed it into a bun, put on the jade crown, and finally picked up an eyebrow pencil.

"Don't move. My hands are very stable with the knife. This is my first time holding an eyebrow pencil."

"Your eyebrows are also burned a lot. You need to touch up them, otherwise you'll always feel a little weird."

Zhang Jiuyang sat down and did not dare to move. Yue Ling bent over, lifted his chin with one hand, and held an eyebrow pencil in the other hand, carefully drawing on the peak of his eyebrows.

Zhang Jiuyang could see the faint smile in her bright eyes, which seemed quite serious, as if she was doing something very fun.

A strand of hair hung down from the white jade face, and she blew it gently and flew to the tips of the hair. There was a smile on her handsome face. The heel of her palm touched Zhang Jiuyang's face from time to time, feeling as cold as ice to the touch. A ray of cool breeze blowing from the lake on a hot summer night.

"Okay, you're done!"

She admired her masterpiece and then gave him the bronze mirror.

Zhang Jiuyang in the mirror has turned into the pure and handsome Taoist priest in white. He wears a jade crown, has long hair like ink, his eyes are warm and bright, and the red mark between his eyebrows is like cinnabar, which shows his Taoist charm.

Especially after he cultivated the Spiritual Official Heavenly Eye Technique, he seemed to have opened some kind of secret, and his whole person had a mysterious aura that was hard to ignore even if he didn't open his Heavenly Eye.

Zhang Jiuyang finally breathed a sigh of relief and could finally see people again.

"I didn't expect you to be able to cultivate the Heavenly Eye!"

Yue Ling looked at the red lines between his eyebrows and sighed sincerely: "You are in the third realm, but you have cultivated the celestial eye that requires at least the seventh realm to see the mysteries. Zhang Jiuyang, I really doubt you now, are you a legend? The reincarnation of gods?"

"Didn't you also have the bones of a vajra dragon and elephant when you were born? I heard that when you were six years old, you killed a man-eating tiger that came down the mountain with your fists. You were called the little bully by the locals..."

Zhang Jiuyang looked at her and smiled: "I am just a coincidence, not a natural person."

He was not lying about this. The reason why he was able to cultivate the Heavenly Eye was not because of his high talent, but because he had the visualization diagram and received the inheritance from Wang Lingguan.

In addition to the secret technique of Lingguan's Heavenly Eye Technique, he would not be able to achieve it without the blessing of Yushu's Heavenly Fire Magical Power.

The Yushu Heavenly Fire is Wang Lingguan's natal magical power. In this world, only he with the visualization diagram has this magical power. In other words, only he can cultivate the Lingguan Heavenly Eye Technique.

Otherwise, Zhang Jiuyang wouldn't mind teaching the Heavenly Eye method to Yue Ling to help her increase her strength.

"Without further ado, let's find the traitor now."

After nine days, there will be a decisive battle with the Painted Skin Master. Now that it is the eighth day, Zhang Jiuyang must seize all the time.

Hearing this, Yue Ling's expression became solemn and her eyes were slightly cold.

"I'll call those three people over."

"No need."

Zhang Jiuyang pointed to the center of his eyebrows and said with a smile: "As long as they are still in the Shen family, I can sit here and watch."

After saying that, the red mark between his brows opened again, and his divine eyes were like torches, flowing with a red-golden glow, like a burning flame.

At close range, although the divine eye did not look at him, Yue Ling still tensed up subconsciously and felt an inexplicable pressure.

Zhang Jiuyang's sight passed through the barriers of the city walls and pavilions and spread to the entire Shen Mansion.

In his eyes, many people have a trace of black energy in their bodies, but it is not strong. This is the result of not practicing virtue in daily life. Over time, it will affect the fortune. If you do good deeds and accumulate virtue, it can be eliminated.

And those who have committed extremely evil crimes are so black that they turn purple, and their evil aura is soaring to the sky. The black energy has turned into karma, and they are riddled with sin.

No matter how many bridges are built or roads are paved by this type of people, it will not help.

After the black energy turns into karma, it will not disappear, but it will not be retribution immediately. Maybe it will be a desolate old age, maybe it will be an animal in the next life, or maybe it will be a shortened life span without knowing it.

It affects a person's destiny in a subtle way.

Even if you are destined to be a prince or a minister, your luck may be weakened and you will be more likely to experience setbacks after your karma is heavy.

Of course, all this is relative, otherwise the court would not be dominated by villains, and corrupt officials would be rampant in the local area, with filthy officials everywhere.

These people will certainly get retribution, but if they are happy in this life, why do they want the next life?

Even if they lose ten years of life in exchange for a lifetime of glory, most people just keep trying, like a carp crossing a river.

Soon, Zhang Jiuyang saw the three people.

Lao Gao was eating. He only ate rice as before, not wasting every grain of rice. He ate three large bowls, licked the bottom of the bowl clean, and then lay comfortably on the Taishi chair to bask in the sun.

Zhang Jiuyang noticed that a hemp rope had its head slightly exposed in his arms. It was wrapped with Yin Qi, and there was an old ghost hidden in it.

Old man!

But what is different from the past is that the relationship between Lao Diaoye and Lao Gao seems to be much better, and they get along extremely harmoniously.

Lao Gaodu no longer seals it in a jar.

With his eyes as bright as a torch, Lao Diaoye was suddenly startled. His soul floated out, showing a look of fear and uneasiness, and then he hid in the jar and trembled.

Lao Gao was a little strange, but he couldn't figure out why.

Li Yan was wiping the spear, but it was not his iron spear, but the bright silver spear of his disciple Luo Ping. He lowered his eyes and wiped it extremely carefully.

"Shenju Mountain should be Yama's home base. If Marquis Yue is unwilling to go, I will resign from my position and go there myself."

"Wait a little longer, Master will not let you die in vain."

The last person I saw was Shen Tu Xiong. He was bathing, taking off his armor, revealing a sturdy body, with vigorous hair and beard, quite masculine.

But what surprised Zhang Jiuyang was that Shen Tu Xiong had an unknown disease!

He actually had a third hand under his left armpit, but the muscles of that hand were atrophied, like the hand of a stunted child, almost skin and bones.

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked.

No wonder I heard that Shen Tu Xiong always wore armor and never took it off for a year, and no one had ever seen him change into ordinary clothes.

The deformed hand was not eye-catching under the armor, but if he changed into light and thin clothes, it would be very eye-catching.

This man had vigorous hair and beard, looked like a reversion to his ancestors, and had a deformed third hand, which was really strange.

Suddenly, Shen Tu Xiong, who was bathing, seemed to have a faint sense of it. He raised his eyebrows, gently grasped the demon-subduing pestle beside him, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The eye between his eyebrows opened, and he looked around, thinking that someone had sneaked in with the invisibility technique, but after looking in all the corners, he found nothing.

"Meow!"

A wild cat ran over the eaves outside.

Shen Tu Xiong breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the demon pestle, and continued to bathe.

Zhang Jiuyang had already retracted his gaze. Shen Tu Xiong was indeed a great cultivator of the fifth realm, and he was really sharp. Even if he used his heavenly eyes to see, he was still vaguely aware of it.

However, this short wait and see had already given him the answer to that question.

Among the three people, he had already found the traitor.

The spiritual official's heavenly eyes lived up to expectations.

"How is it? Did you find it?"

Yue Ling couldn't help asking.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes fell on her, and he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I found it--"

His voice stopped abruptly, and the heavenly eyes between his eyebrows shook slightly.

This... How is this possible?

A chill surged in Zhang Jiuyang's body, rushing straight to the top of his head, making his scalp numb and his whole body covered with goose bumps.

"What's wrong with you?"

Yue Ling frowned and asked.

Zhang Jiuyang leaned back slightly, trying to control his stiff expression.

On Yue Ling's body, there was a circle of brilliant golden light, which was the aura of merit and auspiciousness, the merits she had accumulated over the years of fighting in the south and the north and exterminating demons.

At first, Zhang Jiuyang just glanced at her and didn't look closely.

But now, when he looked closely, he was shocked to find that under the brilliant golden light of merit, it was actually...

Karma as deep and dark as the abyss!