The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhang Jiuyang opened his eyes, and the three flowers in the Niwan Palace swayed and bloomed. Not only did they become more solid, they also grew a bit taller.

If it was a budding flower before, now it has gradually matured, and the three-color brilliance on the petals has become more intense, intertwined, and shining.

His Taoism has improved a lot again, his magic power has improved, his breath is as long as a deep valley, and his body exudes a faint fragrance.

This is a manifestation of the gradual maturity of big medicines.

As his cultivation improves, his blood can even be used as medicine, comparable to many precious medicinal materials.

His Taoism has improved, but his eyes are a bit complicated.

Unexpectedly, Shen Tuxiong turned out to be the biological son of the painting owner!

He has experienced hellish torture since he was a child, and deep down in his heart he has a deep fear of the Painted Skin Master, and of course, there is also hatred.

Later, the owner of the painting deliberately arranged for him to become a 'survivor' of an evil rebellion and join the Qintian Prison naturally.

The boy who was tortured by his biological father felt the sunshine and warmth in Qintian Prison.

The brothers who fought side by side, the kind and patient elders, and the people who were grateful to him after slaying demons.

Zhang Jiuyang also saw a scene in his remaining memory, which was the scene that impressed him most deeply besides his mother.

After a battle with a demon, he leaned against the city wall tiredly, his mouth dry due to the strong sun.

A little girl came over timidly, carrying a bowl of well water, and said crisply: "Brother, please drink some water."

After he drank the water, the little girl seemed to relax a little. She reached out and touched the hair on his body, curious and admiring: "Brother, are you the King Kong in the temple?"

Those words kept echoing in his ears.

It turns out he might not be a monster.

Unfortunately, for the sake of his mother's safety, he had no choice but to secretly obey the painting master's orders. He did many unscrupulous things and always blamed himself.

Zhang Jiuyang finally understood why when Yue Ling asked him why, he didn't make any excuse and just said one sentence.

"I had no choice."

Maybe death is a relief for him.

Poor people must be hateful.

Although Zhang Jiuyang felt complicated, if he was given another chance, he would still choose to set up a trap to kill Shen Tuxiong without hesitation.

He was pitiful, as were the innocent people who died at the Yangzhou Lantern Festival.

Of course, the initiator of all this is that person... the painting master!

"Yue Ling, leave it to me to deliver the false news. You take Ling Tailang, who is good at fighting, and secretly rush to Shenju Mountain with Ao Li to help supervise the emperor and kill the painting master together!"

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was sonorous. This time he would concentrate all his fighting power to kill the Painted Skin Master in one fell swoop!

Zhang Jiuyang couldn't believe the peerless killing formation, Zhuge Jianzheng, Ming Wang Yue Ling, Dragon Girl Ao Li, and the four Lingtai Lang. With such a dragnet, they couldn't kill a painting master?

Long Nu hesitated and said, "Zhang Jiuyang, aren't you going?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said: "We are divided into two groups. Ao Li, I haven't told you yet. There is a dragon vein in Shenju Mountain. It may be... your father's spine."

The dragon girl was startled when she heard this, her delicate body trembled, and her glazed eyes under the veil were rippled.

"My...father?"

Over the years, she had also secretly inquired about what happened back then, but unfortunately she had gained nothing. Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiuyang found out.

"Over at Shenju Mountain, I would like to trouble you to mobilize the dragon energy to attract the painting skin owner."

Dragon Girl nodded, her voice much firmer, and said: "I will try my best."

At this moment, her desire to go to Shenju Mountain reached its peak. If it was really her father, would she still have any sanity left?

Can you tell her who the mysterious man in black was?

And mother and brother... are they still alive?

"If we find out who killed the old Dragon King back then, I, Qin Tian Jian, will not let that person go."

Dragon Girl was a little surprised.

"White loach, one code equals another code. At least the old Dragon King back then is worthy of the respect of my Qin Tianjian, and also worthy of the respect of my Yue Ling."

Yue Ling's voice sounded faintly. Although he didn't look at the dragon girl, Zhang Jiuyang laughed. He didn't expect Yue Ling to have such a cold outside but warm inside.

But soon he stopped laughing.

"Violent woman, although you have good intentions, if you call me Bai Nilu again, I will get angry."

Dragon Girl said very seriously.

"Oh? What's the way to get angry? I'd like to see White Loach."

Yue Ling smiled faintly, and even deliberately imitated the dragon girl's speaking habits, adding the word "噩" at the end.

Their eyes met, and the invisible smell of gunpowder spread again.

Zhang Jiuyang's head was getting big.

No, why are you guys talking and starting to target each other again?

Didn’t we say we wanted to kill the painting owner?

Please can you be more serious! ! !

His heart was like a volcano erupting, and he kept complaining, but when he opened his mouth, he spoke softly and offered good advice.

"We are all our own people, don't hurt the harmony."

"Obey, you two, stand aside."

"Yes, stay farther away..."

With his sincere and thoughtful conciliation, the two women finally had a fight without any disagreement, but neither one looked at the other, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Zhang Jiuyang stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "No matter what, we are all comrades fighting side by side. Ao Li can avenge her revenge for seizing the pearl, and Qin Tianjian can also eliminate a great harm to the world!"

"Before taking action, why not cheer up together the way I did in my hometown."

He was the first to reach out his hand, then looked at Yue Ling and blinked.

The female general glanced at him lightly and couldn't help but feel a little funny when she saw the way he winked. She also let go of the jade hand on the handle of the knife and pressed it on Zhang Jiuyang's hand.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at Ao Li and gently tugged on her snow-white sleeve with his other hand.

Ao Li finally put her hand up and covered Yue Ling's hand.

Zhang Jiuyang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This is right.

This family would have to break up without me.

"Victorious!"

Zhang Jiuyang spoke first.

"Blood debt must be paid with blood."

Yue Ling's voice was calm, but extremely firm.

Dragon Girl thought for a while and said seriously: "It's so embarrassing."

Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling looked at each other and couldn't help but burst out laughing. The tense atmosphere was suddenly gone, and there was a strange harmony.

…

Half an hour later.

Dragon Girl and Yue Ling had already left, followed closely by the four Qintian Supervisor Lingtai Lang, rushing to Shenju Mountain two hundred miles away at starry night.

This may be the largest operation of the Qintian Prison in the past ten years.

Four Lingtai Lang, one Jianhou, and Jianzheng personally conducted the peerless killing formation. This formation was enough to defeat many major factions.

But now, just to kill one person.

Zhang Jiuyang was not idle either. He asked the old lady to invite the most famous calligraphy master in Yangzhou to imitate Shen Tuxiong's handwriting and write the false news, and then ordered people to put it in the bird's nest.

Waiting for good news.

By the pond, Ah Li was still memorizing the names of the people in the book. She had no interest in endorsing the book at first, but when she heard that all the people on it were going to be killed, she suddenly became excited and worked hard all night.

The rampant soldiers were even required to recite it in the altar.

Kill kill kill!

She wants to use her blood to establish the authority of this 'book of life and death'!

Anyone whose name is written on it will not survive tomorrow night. Isn't this the legendary book of life and death that can determine a person's longevity?

Ah Li thought this method was very interesting, and she decided in the future that if she wanted to kill anyone, she would first write their name in the book.

Then go and play with them one by one to keep them company.

"Li Shimin, male, 24 years old, lives in the third house on Quy Nhon Street..."

"Bao Yanlong, male, 43 years old, lives in Chushui Street..."

"Wang... Brother Ninth, how do you pronounce this character?"

Zhang Jiuyang glanced at it and said: "This word is Nian Yu, Wang Yu."

He knocked on the little girl's head and said, "Didn't I just teach you this word a few days ago? Why did you forget it again?"

Ah Li snorted, circled the name with a pen, and muttered: "If I make your name difficult to pronounce, I will kill you first!"

What should I do if I can’t pronounce this name?

It's very simple. If you kill this person, you won't have to carry it anymore.

Zhang Jiuyang: "..."

It was dark, but he couldn't sleep.

Amidst Ah Li's clear childish voice, Zhang Jiuyang stood by the Shen family's golden pond, sprinkling bait and looking at the goldfish that kept swimming.

The night wind suddenly rose, blowing the snowy spikes on the jade flute around his waist.

"The wind is picking up."

He stretched out his hand and felt the coolness of the night wind between his fingers. His blue hair was fluttering and his eyes were deep.

The long wind rises at the end of Qingping.

It's time for this strong wind to blow throughout Yangzhou City.

…

At the break of dawn, a crow flew back to its nest. It looked like an ordinary crow, but when it saw the note in the nest, a glimmer of humanity flashed in its eyes.

It looked around and found a lot of fallen leaves on the ground. Thinking of the strong wind last night, it was not surprising.

Fortunately, the ball of paper was not blown away.

Opening its mouth to hold the ball of paper, it spread its wings and flew into the air.

…

Somewhere in a dark underground lair.

The embroiderer entered the stone room where the Master of Painted Skins retreated, and saw phantoms of painted skins flying around the Lord's body. Each painted skin represented a kind of magical power, a kind of Tao between heaven and earth.

Melting all kinds of magic into one furnace and creating the most powerful supernatural power that is unrivaled in the world is the pursuit of the Painted Skin Master.

He has been walking on this road for a long time, and it seems that he has improved in some way during this time. His breath is as deep as the sea, vast and mysterious, making Xiu Niang's legs tremble and her face flush with red.

My lord, you are getting stronger and stronger!

"What's the matter?"

The voice of the Painted Skin Master sounded, still hoarse and gloomy, but compared to before, it seemed to have an indescribable majesty, aloof and frightening.

"Congratulations, Lord, your cultivation has improved again!"

The embroiderer knelt on the ground devoutly, her forehead touching the ground, her translucent red skirt tightly fitting her graceful body, outlining an astonishing arc.

Like a flattering puppy.

The owner of the painting didn't even raise his eyelids.

"If you have nothing important to do and disturb my Qingxiu, you know what will happen."

Xiu Niang's body trembled slightly and said: "My lord, the freak has sent news. The letter says that Yue Ling of Qintian Prison has decided to temporarily stop the exploration of Shenju Mountain."

The Painted Skin Master smiled lightly and said: "This is good news. Once the Dragon Qi dissipates, I will get that thing. Not only will my cultivation level greatly improve, but I will also truly create the great art that integrates all kinds of methods into one furnace." "Supernatural power."

"When the time comes, go and settle the accounts with Qin Tianjian."

"Of course, there is that person..."

Thinking of the terrifying man with a terrifying aura, wrapped in fire, and almost smashing him to death with the power of his golden body, the painting-skin master's missing left eye ached with pain.

The remaining right eye showed a look of hatred.

"Yangzhou Lantern Festival, you arranged it well."

Hearing the praise from the Painted Skin Master, the Embroiderer's body was trembling. She knelt forward, stretched out her head, and humbly kissed the Painted Skin Master's shoe upper, as if it was a great gift.

"But you haven't gotten that tiger skin back yet."

The embroiderer was startled and said quickly: "My lord, please calm down. I have found the tiger skin. However, after the last trouble, the Shen Mansion was heavily guarded. People from Qintian Prison were secretly guarding it. We haven't found a chance yet." "

"Trash, who took the tiger skin?"

"Now it is with a person named Zhang Jiuyang. I heard that he is Yue Ling's peripheral and has some qualifications, but now he is only in the third level."

When he heard about the third level, the Painted Skin Master lost interest and said: "What a waste, can't even deal with such a little guy?"

"We will find a way to get it back within three days."

"If you delay my cultivation, I don't mind skinning you as a substitute."

…

"Brother Ninth, it's such a strong wind!"

Ninth day, night.

Zhang Jiuyang wore a mysterious robe and looked at the thick dark clouds in the sky. Not to mention the Big Dipper, even the bright moon could only be vaguely visible.

Yesterday's strong wind has continued until today. The wind is howling between the sky and the earth, and the clouds are lingering, as if heavy rain is about to fall.

Time passed little by little, which made Zhang Jiuyang start to frown.

Senior Zhuge said that he used Seven Stars as his nickname. Could it be that something went wrong?

He calculated carefully, but found no flaws.

Haishi has passed, and it is still cloudy.

The time has come.

Zhang Jiuyang remained motionless, his brows furrowed. Could it be that the long-planned decisive battle was about to be shelved?

"Brother Ninth, are you still going to kill?"

"I already know it all by heart!"

Ah Li holds two swords in hand, eager to try them.

Zhang Jiuyang was silent. Just when he was about to say to cancel the operation, the wind between the sky and the earth suddenly stopped, and then the clouds opened and the moon appeared, and the seven stars above his head shone brightly.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, slowly put on the black iron ghost mask, pulled out the hairpin, and let his black hair hang freely.

A deep, thunderous ventriloquism sounded.

"Let's do it."

"Leave no one behind."