The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhuge Yunhu left. Looking at his figure riding the cloud, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were a little complicated.

This conversation before parting made him smell a hint of something unusual.

What kind of speculation would make the dignified Imperial Observatory so uneasy? What secrets did the Heavenly Lord hide?

The sixth realm...

Zhuge Yunhu said that he would tell him when he reached the sixth realm. It can be seen that he was intentionally protecting him, which means that the secret was too shocking.

Zhang Jiuyang couldn't figure it out, so he didn't bother thinking about it anymore.

The boat will naturally straighten itself when it reaches the bridgehead. Now he still has to arrange the assessment of the tenth heavenly stem first.

"Ali, take good care of Xiaoya. I'm going to be away for a few days."

Ali hurriedly said, "Brother Jiu, don't you take me with you? Ali can help you kill people!"

She picked up the pink double swords, looking a little anxious.

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "Don't worry, this time I'm going out just to gather information, not to fight with others. It's inconvenient to have too many people."

"Besides, I'll be out for a few days and will be back soon."

Zhang Jiuyang touched her head and smiled, "The Yellow Spring Banquet is coming soon. Once the whale oil arrives, the red spider lilies you picked will be of great use. You stay here and take care of those flowers."

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help swallowing her saliva when she thought of the delicious agarwood.

"Brother Jiu, don't worry, the people are here and the flowers are here!"

She patted her chest and promised.

Zhang Jiuyang nodded, then pinched the Xuan Seal with his hand, silently chanted the spell, and his body became lighter and lighter. The next moment, he turned into a soft white cloud and quickly floated into the air.

A Li was very envious and secretly vowed that one day she would ride a dragon!

"Fourth sister, stop eating, come and practice flying!"

Ao Ya blinked and looked at her innocently, not understanding what she meant.

A moment later, A Li brought her to the top of the tallest building in the Shen family and said to Ao Ya, "Fourth sister, I believe you can do it!"

Ao Ya looked down and quickly shrank back. As a dragon, she was actually a little afraid of heights.

But the next moment, A Li hugged her and jumped down together.

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All the birds flew high, and the lonely cloud went away alone.

On a moonlit night, a white cloud floated leisurely, going east and west at will, seemingly without direction, but in fact it was heading in a certain direction with the help of wind and clouds.

The speed did not seem fast, but it was already traveling thousands of miles a day.

This feeling is very wonderful. Just as Zhuge Yunhu said, the Thirteen Forms Escape is not only an escape technique, but also a kind of practice.

Only by deeply understanding the charm and essence of the things that are transformed can one continue to deepen in this way.

It is particularly interesting to see the world from the perspective of a cloud.

Zhang Jiuyang silently observed the bottom. The tall buildings in the past were as short as thumbs. Only the mountains and rivers were still magnificent, but they were also much shorter than usual.

This was because he had just mastered the art of cloud escape, and his flying height and speed were limited. Otherwise, when he looked down at the mountains and rivers in the world from the sky, he would probably see the most majestic mountain as just a low mound.

While he was experiencing the changes of the clouds, he quickly headed towards Biming Mountain.

About half an hour later, a pure white cloud appeared on Biming Mountain, floating slightly in the night sky, but it never left the range of Biming Mountain.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at Biming Mountain, which was very quiet in the night, and his heart moved.

Finally arrived, Wanfu Tower was hidden in this mountain.

It was indeed a place of spiritual beauty, with abundant spiritual veins, excellent feng shui, and extraordinary weather. Ordinary people who lived in the mountains for a long time, even if they could not be enlightened, could be calm and healthy.

The word Biming came from a beautiful legend.

According to legend, Biming Mountain was once very barren, with monsters rampant and frequent mountain torrents. The people nearby suffered terribly. Later, the founder of Wanfu Tower traveled here and decided to establish a sect here.

Others advised him to choose another precious place, but he resolutely refused and said that the purpose of establishing a sect was to eliminate disasters for the people. Wanfu Tower was not a building with jewels and treasures, but a building that made the people live and well.

Wanfu means ten thousand blessings.

Later, he planted sycamore trees and set up a magic circle, which actually attracted a phoenix. The phoenix sang nine times, and the mountains and rivers were all green, so the mountain was renamed Biming.

Zhang Jiuyang didn't know whether the legend was true or not, but today, Biming Mountain was indeed quite spiritual, and it was one of the best in the whole Yangzhou.

Zhang Jiuyang saw Wanfu Tower, which was built on the top of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, with fairy air floating, pavilions and towers lined up, and rockery and flowing water were dazzling.

Even the plaque at the door was covered with a layer of gold foil.

Magnificent and noble.

Zhang Jiuyang sneered in his heart. It seems that Wanfu Tower has made a lot of money in recent years.

Yue Ling once said that Wanfu Tower has started to frequently enter the world in recent years, using various elixirs and talismans to open the way for many powerful people in the current dynasty. The wealth is so great that only the Shen family can steadily suppress it in Yangzhou.

He descended from the cloud and looked carefully.

The Wanfu Tower in the night was not dark, but brightly lit. There were disciples on duty. Most of them were ordinary disciples, not even cultivators, but some internal skills.

The disciples who could cultivate magic power were all inner disciples and had a high status.

Zhang Jiuyang chose a secluded place and landed quietly, then opened his eyes and looked at the Wanfu Tower.

Soon he saw that there were traces of formations somewhere in the east.

Zhang Jiuyang was not surprised. A large sect like this would have places in the front for pilgrims to worship, and naturally there would also be important areas of the sect that were strictly prohibited for outsiders to set foot in.

These places often have array formations. Even if ordinary people accidentally step into them, they will be trapped in the array formations and unable to enter.

Zhang Jiuyang was calm and composed, and headed east.

After confirming that there were no cultivators outside, with his current cultivation level, those ordinary disciples could not find him at all. Even if Zhang Jiuyang walked past them, they would only think that there was a gust of wind passing by.

If he encountered a palace wall blocking the way, he would just burrow through the earth, and soon he would reach the place covered by the array formation.

Breaking in by force would inevitably alarm the cultivators inside. Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly. He first changed into the costume of the Painted Skin Master, then stepped out and stepped on the Xun position.

He seemed to know how to break it. He stepped on the Gang Step and quickly passed through the array formation and entered the inner courtyard of Wanfu Tower.

The Painted Skin Master had buried hidden cards everywhere in Jiuzhou, and naturally would not let Wanfu Tower, a neighbor rooted in Yangzhou, go.

The Painted Skin hidden in Wanfu Tower had already offered the method to break the array.

Entering the inner courtyard, his eyes lit up.

The feng shui pattern around him suddenly changed, and the atmosphere was more luxurious than the outer courtyard. He thought he had come to the palace.

Glazed tiles, gold bricks, white jade pillars.

It felt like the owner of Wanfu Tower wanted to make this place like a fairyland, but it was a pity that it was more noble than pure, and it lacked some fairy spirit.

Zhang Jiuyang opened his eyes again and looked at the inner courtyard.

The next moment, his eyes condensed, and he saw black air coming out of many houses, and some places also felt the fluctuation of karma.

There are so few "clean" houses in such a large inner courtyard?

This shows that the disciples living in it have done a lot of evil things.

What has Wanfu Tower been doing all these years?

He thought of Taoist Master Jingxing. The Taoist master has the cultivation of the third realm and is loyal to the sect. Normally, it should not be difficult to enter the inner courtyard.

But in fact, Taoist Master Jingxing has been running around all his life and has never been able to return to the sect until his death.

After a moment, he escaped underground, looking much more cautious.

Although he had mastered the Thirteen Forms Escape, there were many masters in Wanfu Tower, and the Taoist Sun Tianchi was a world-famous monk, so he had to be extremely careful.

Not long after, he came to a place surrounded by graves and many phoenix trees.

The cemetery of Wanfu Tower.

Those buried here were all predecessors who had made contributions to Wanfu Tower. The obsession of Taoist Master Jingxing before his death was to be buried here.

Zhang Jiuyang sighed lightly and took out a small jar from his arms, which contained the ashes of Taoist Master Jingxing.

After killing Sun Mingyu, he picked up the urn that he had thrown in the corner.

"Taoist Master Jingxing, this is all I can do for you."

"I hope you won't be disappointed."

He buried the urn under a phoenix tree, sighed lightly, and plucked a few wild flowers and placed them on it as a sacrifice.

A promise is worth a thousand gold.

He would try his best to do what he promised. This time, in addition to gathering information, he also wanted to bury the ashes of Master Jingxing when he came to Wanfu Tower.

He bowed and turned to leave.

But at this moment, Zhang Jiuyang's ears moved and he heard footsteps in the distance.

Three people, with light footsteps, all had cultivation.

His eyes moved, and he hid underground with the earth escape technique, and silently paid attention to the movement above.

A moment later, three figures sneaked into the cemetery. Judging from their clothes, they should be disciples of Wanfu Tower, but they were holding shovels, axes and other things in their hands.

"Master Su, I'm sorry, we were also forced. If you know, don't come to us..."

The three first found a grave, kowtowed to it, and then rolled up their sleeves and started digging the grave.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned.

The disciples of Wanfu Tower are digging the graves of their elders?

They are all cultivators, are they really not afraid of retribution?

Seeing their panic, they seemed to be very guilty and scared. They must have been forced. Who forced them?

After a while, they dug out a coffin and pried off the nails with a shovel, revealing a skeleton wearing a rotten Taoist robe.

In the skeleton's hand, there was a golden sword made of five emperors' coins. This was his favorite magic weapon when he was alive, and he was buried with him after his death.

Zhang Jiuyang thought they were going to steal treasures, but strangely, the three did not take the golden sword at the first time. Instead, they chopped off the skull's head with an axe and dug out its brow bone with a knife.

They carefully put away the brow bone, and then took out the golden sword, with a trace of greed in their eyes.

"Xiao Nian, Dayu, this sword belongs to me first, and the magic weapon in the next coffin will belong to you."

Then they did the same thing, dug two graves in a row, and then stopped, buried them and hurried away.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flashed with cold light.

Something was wrong. The magic power of these three people was not very strong, and the noise they made when digging the grave was not small. Is there no one watching around?

And judging from the expressions of the three of them, they were only uneasy about digging the grave, but not afraid of being discovered by anyone.

Their movements were also very skillful, and it seemed that this was not the first time they did this.

Thinking of the file that Zhuge Yunhu showed him not long ago, Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved and he followed silently.

His intuition told him that this night visit to Wanfu Tower seemed to reveal some incredible secret.

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