The God and Buddha are actually me

It was a dark and windy night.

A scholar walked out of the residence of the great scholar Fu Yujin. He seemed drunk, but when he walked to a deserted place, the drunkenness in his eyes disappeared instantly, and a gleam of brilliance flashed across his eyes.

He had successfully become a disciple of the great scholar. With the help of Fu Yujin, he met many celebrities in Yangzhou. Once he passed the imperial examination, he would surely rise to prominence.

"Wang... Yu?"

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded, calling his name.

It turned out to be a delicate little girl, wearing a white dress with floral patterns, with lively eyes, and anyone who saw her would feel pity for her.

Wang Yu asked in confusion: "Little girl, do you know me?"

The little girl nodded and said: "Are you Wang Yu?"

She tilted her head, looking naive.

Wang Yu smiled and said: "I am Wang Yu, little girl, you..."

His voice suddenly paused, because he saw that the little girl in front of him took out two pink kitchen knives from her... mouth with excitement after hearing it.

"Hehehe, I found you!"

Wang Yu broke out in cold sweat on his back and turned to run away, but he suddenly felt weak, as if he had contracted some serious illness, and fell to the ground with a plop.

A hand grabbed his leg, and it seemed that something was crawling up.

It was evil!

After all, Wang Yu had another identity. His mind was racing, and he said, "Don't kill me, my master is——"

Puff!

A knife pierced his waist.

He wanted to scream, but another knife flashed by and cut his vocal cords.

Then, the cute little girl, with a trace of innocent smile on her face, slashed him again and again.

Blood flowed.

"Why... why?"

He tried his best, but he could only say this hoarsely. When he was dying, he just wanted to understand why he died.

"Because your name is too hard to remember."

A Li slashed twenty times, saying, "I will cut you as many times as there are strokes in the word Yu!"

Wang Yu's mouth trembled slightly, and he died with his eyes open.

He never told the other party that the word Yu has only thirteen strokes until his death...

Wang Yu became a corpse. Ah Li cut his face and saw another strange face underneath.

She sat on Wang Yu's body, her white skirt stained with blood, but she didn't care. Instead, she carefully took out a list from her arms and pointed to the next name with her bloody little finger.

"Time is tight tonight, and the task is heavy. We have to hurry up."

...

That night, the quiet Yangzhou City was undercurrent.

All the five soldiers were dispatched, each of them was a ghost-level evil spirit, and the three generals were even closer to the threshold of the fierce level. Hundreds of fierce ghosts were walking in Yangzhou City at night.

It was like a ghost soldier passing through.

However, unlike the last bloodbath in Qingzhou, this time Zhang Jiuyang ordered them to try not to make too much noise and adopt the strategy of assassination.

After all, Yangzhou is much more prosperous than Qingzhou, and there may be masters living in seclusion here, so it is not appropriate to cause trouble.

Moreover, this time he was trying to eliminate the Painted Skins. If the noise was too loud, some of them might flee.

In the dark night, a group of rampant soldiers split up, transformed into man-eating fierce ghosts, soul-snatching ghost soldiers, and quietly sneaked into every household.

Or dragged them under the bed and killed them when they were asleep, or killed them in their dreams, or killed them when they went to the toilet at night...

The rampant soldiers used their magical powers, and lives were quietly lost.

In the dark Yangzhou City, it seemed that blood plums were blooming.

Zhang Jiuyang was wearing a black robe, a ghost mask on his head, and his long hair was loose, gently fluttering in the night wind. Behind him, hundreds of ghosts were walking at night, constantly pouring into thousands of households, taking away fresh lives.

The road under his feet was obviously bloodless, but it had a strong and pungent smell of blood.

After an unknown period of time, a figure suddenly rushed out of the mansion, stepping on the black wind, holding a magic flag, with a scorching gaze and a momentum like a rainbow.

"Who dares to be such a monster--"

His voice stopped abruptly. Under the moonlight, he saw countless fierce ghosts following a person, each of whom was no less evil than the one he had just fought.

Especially the man wearing a ghost mask and a black robe, who could make so many powerful ghosts obey his orders, and his aura was as deep as the abyss, and it was impossible to tell whether he was real or fake.

Escape!

He wanted to escape without any hesitation.

However, a sigh sounded in his ears.

"Too late."

The next moment, he saw an eye, an eye condensed by blazing flames, as majestic and unpredictable as a god, upright and incorruptible, as if judging his sins in this life.

"Money, murder, murder, adultery..."

In a trance, he seemed to have come to the underworld, the eighteen levels of hell, and heard the judgment of ghosts and gods.

Then, he began to feel his body extremely hot, black smoke came out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and flames rose up, burning his flesh.

No matter how he urged his magic power, it was useless.

Within a few breaths, he was submerged in the sea of ​​fire, constantly making heart-wrenching screams, curled up, and burned into charcoal.

Sin is like fire.

In reality, Zhang Jiuyang slowly closed his eyes.

Not far away, the monk who tried to escape had fallen to the ground. He was obviously not on fire, but he fell to the ground, curled up, and his skin was covered with terrible burns.

The spiritual official's eye technique can make people fall into the illusion of a sea of ​​fire. If the power of the soul is not strong enough, it is very likely that the illusion cannot be broken, just like the monk in front of him.

Zhang Jiuyang stepped over his body without even looking down.

But after walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned slowly, and looked in a certain direction.

In the corner, a little boy was trembling with tears in his eyes. He forced himself to cover his mouth to prevent himself from making any sound.

Daddy is dead!

The father who taught him to practice and was invincible in his eyes died so miserably in front of that terrifying evil spirit...

He was afraid of death, but he was more afraid that if he died, no one would be able to avenge his father in the future.

However, although he tried his best to endure the grief, a voice still rang in his ears.

"Want revenge?"

He was extremely frightened in his heart. When he looked up, the terrifying figure like a demon stood in front of him, looking down at him from a high position.

Those red eyes seemed to hide endless hostility, which made him tremble and despair.

It's over, he was discovered...

But the terrifying evil spirit did not kill him, but reached out and touched his head.

"You have a good physique, and you have also started practicing Qi."

"Practice well. I hope that one day in the future, you will be stronger than your useless father, so that I won't..."

"You didn't have enough fun."

The little boy's eyes turned red in an instant. He was so angry that he shook off the man's hand and even wanted to bite him, but when he was looked at by the red eyes, he trembled all over and could not move.

"Remember, my name is Yan Luo."

"If you want revenge, practice hard."

Zhang Jiuyang turned around and ignored the little boy, leading the ghosts away slowly.

Since he has seen that hatred is inevitable, he might as well use this as an incentive to practice hard and kill more evil spirits in the future.

As early as when he set foot on the road to the underworld, Zhang Jiuyang had already prepared for this.

In the future, perhaps many people will have a blood feud with Yan Luo, and hate the whole house and the whole family, so they will embark on the road of fighting evil spirits.

Those who want to kill him will become heroes in the sun, protect more people, and kill more evil spirits.

That's enough.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said that he would not become a Buddha until hell was empty.

But he had a different opinion.

If hell was empty, wouldn't all the demons come to the human world?

All these evil spirits hiding in the human world must go to hell!

For this, even if I have to bear some blood debts and infamy, what does it matter?

Besides, if you want to seek revenge on Yama, what does it have to do with me, Zhang Jiuyang?

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