The God and Buddha are actually me

Evening.

Zhang Jiuyang sat cross-legged on the mat, bathed and burned incense, waiting for the first inheritance of the visualization map.

As time passed, the colors on the visualization map became more and more obvious, and the image of the Taoist in green clothes and holding a sword became more and more realistic, handsome and elegant, with a Taoist style.

It was as if a graceful sword fairy walked out of the painting of the mortal world.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, a vast sword intent suddenly descended.

Zhang Jiuyang's white robe fluttered, his black hair flew, and the evil-slaying sword tied in his hair rang continuously, appearing extremely excited.

The candles around him all went out in an instant, and Ah Li, who was drawing something, suddenly felt a palpitation, and her hair almost stood up.

It was as if she had met a natural enemy.

But at the same time, she felt that the smell of Brother Jiu suddenly became very good, as if it was the legendary nectar, dragon liver and phoenix marrow, extremely tempting.

As a ghost, she actually felt hungry. From the bottom of her heart, she had a desire to eat up the flesh and blood of Brother Jiu.

Lv Zu was called the Pure Yang Patriarch, and practiced the Pure Yang Way.

All evil ghosts longed for the pure Yang blood, but at the same time they were also very afraid.

Ghosts are Yin things, and they lack Yang the most, so they like to absorb people's Yang.

Pure Yang Qi is naturally the best among Yang Qi, but too strong Yang Qi will also cause harm to ghosts. It's wonderful to drink and peck.

Ah Li took off her head and kicked it on the beam, which made Qingji almost drop his jaw.

No one can disturb Brother Jiu's practice, not even herself!

After all, she is a fierce ghost with Taoism, and she regards Zhang Jiuyang as a relative, so she will not be obsessed by ghosts.

On the beam, Ah Li's head stared at Zhang Jiuyang, swallowing saliva from time to time, and caring about him from time to time.

"Second sister, if you really want to eat, I'll help you find some of the master's dandruff, it should be about the same..."

A Li's face darkened, and although she had no body, her long hair automatically fluttered and entangled Qingji into a silkworm pupa.

Will I die if I don't speak?

While she was playing with Qingji to distract her attention, she was always paying attention to the movements of the ninth brother. When she saw that Zhang Jiuyang's temperament had changed in some way, she couldn't help thinking in her heart.

It started again...

As an 'old man' around the ninth brother, she knew very well that the ninth brother would suddenly become a different person sometimes, just like the current ninth brother, there was a kind of temperament between his eyebrows that made her unfamiliar.

Seems to be more romantic.

Dongdongdong!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Outside the door, a figure was knocking on the door, but there was no movement in the house. Just as she was about to ask, a small hand suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly.

The yin and evil spirits emerged, leaving a blue mark on her wrist.

The woman cried out in pain, her voice was very childish. As soon as she looked up, she met a pair of fierce eyes, which seemed to have blood in them and were extremely murderous.

The pink blade was already on her neck.

"Who asked you to come? Tell me, do you want to harm Brother Jiu?"

Ah Li's voice was particularly cold. Although she was a carefree girl at ordinary times, as if everyone's happy fruit, as long as it involved Zhang Jiuyang's safety, she would immediately become a little lion.

Or the crazy kind.

"No, no..."

The woman showed a trace of grievance in her eyes, lowered her head and whispered: "Sister Ah Li, I heard that Taoist Zhang is back. He is my lifesaver. I want to thank him."

"And I have something to tell him..."

Ah Li put away the kitchen knife, snorted lightly, and said: "Yousheng, Brother Jiu is practicing, and outsiders cannot be disturbed. Come back later."

If Zhang Jiuyang was here, he would be surprised to find that the girl outside the door was actually Yousheng, the reincarnation of the ghost mother.

She was born not long ago, but she seemed to change every day. Now she looked three or four years old. She was dressed in black and had black hair. There was a lotus mark on her forehead. Although she was still childish, she was inexplicably calm.

But when she was warned by A Li, she was still a little frustrated.

The green mark on her wrist was difficult to remove for a while. She helped thirteen families to give birth successfully today. She consumed too much mana, so she could not resist A Li's yin energy for the time being. She was shivering with cold.

"I know, sister A Li, I'll leave first."

Yousheng looked deeply at the door, then turned and left.

Brother Sanbao had told her everything about the past, including that she was the reincarnation of a ghost mother and had harmed many people.

If it weren't for the mercy of Taoist Zhang, she would have died the moment she was born.

Perhaps because of this, she had an inexplicable intimacy and trust in Taoist Zhang.

It's a pity that she still can't see Taoist Zhang tonight.

...

A Li didn't return to the room until Yousheng walked away, but she was stunned the next moment.

Because Brother Jiu, who had been practicing before, was actually... asleep at this moment?

And he was sleeping with his arms bent and his head resting on his head, snoring constantly, and even drooling from the corners of his mouth. In an instant, he lost all his coolness.

Brother Jiu... Did he invite the god of sleep this time?

She shook her head and watched Brother Jiu sleeping. For some reason, she also felt a little sleepy, so she floated back to the Yin Ou to rest.

Of course, she was still alert to the surroundings at all times to protect Zhang Jiuyang.

Who wakes up first from the big dream? I know it myself.

Zhang Jiuyang had a very realistic dream at this moment, and even with his soul strength, he didn't realize that he was dreaming at all.

He forgot the visualization map, forgot Huangquan, and forgot his identity as a time traveler.

He was born in an ordinary family in Qingzhou, Daqian. He was smart since childhood. His parents saved money to send him to a private school. Gradually, he became famous and enjoyed the name of a child prodigy.

Later, he did not disappoint people. He passed all the tests in the imperial examinations, got his name on the gold list, and married his mentor's daughter Yue Ling.

One night of flowers and candles, a warm spring night.

His wife was extremely beautiful, and she had a very rare heroic spirit. She was so extraordinary that sometimes he felt ashamed of himself.

After marriage, the two were very affectionate. Although Yue Ling was born in a scholarly family, she only liked to wield swords and guns. In the eyes of the world, she was against the woman's way, but he admired her very much and often defended her.

However, as time went by, he became more and more powerful, and the contradiction between Yue Ling and his parents became more and more serious.

The reason was that Yue Ling had been unable to give birth to a child.

The doctor said that Yue Ling had a special physique and it was very difficult to give birth to a child. This made Zhang Jiuyang's parents unacceptable, and the conflict became more and more acute.

At the age of 42, he reached the peak of his career and became the prime minister of Daqian, and was highly regarded by the emperor.

Seeing that he had no children, the emperor issued an order to grant him a marriage, allowing him to divorce his wife and marry the princess.

The princess was very beautiful, and she was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She was a famous talented woman in Daqian. She admired his poems very much, and the two always had endless things to say.

But after struggling, he chose to resist the order.

So, he fell from the clouds and fell into the quagmire.

He was initially neglected by the emperor, and later he was framed by his political enemies and exiled for 8,000 miles. On the way, I don’t know how many people were staring at him and wanted him to die.

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