The God and Buddha are actually me

In the room, two figures were quietly hugging each other.

Zhang Jiuyang hugged very tightly. Yue Ling was tense at first, and her fists were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound, but she could feel a very pure longing.

It was as if the two had been separated for decades.

Her tense body slowly relaxed, and she reached out and gently patted Zhang Jiuyang's back, with a rare softness in her voice.

"Zhang Jiuyang...what's wrong with you?"

In her impression, although Zhang Jiuyang was young, his will was particularly strong, and he rarely showed such fragility and softness.

She was a resolute person who always looked down on weak people, but for some reason she didn't have a trace of disgust in her heart at this moment, but instead had an indescribable complex emotion, which made her voice much softer when she spoke.

"I had a dream."

Zhang Jiuyang did not take the opportunity to do anything to take advantage of her. After a short hug, he slowly loosened his hands and looked at Yue Ling's handsome and heroic face.

"What dream?"

Yue Ling's bright and sharp eyes looked at him without dodging, and there was a subtle concern hidden in the depths of her pupils.

Zhang Jiuyang did not hide anything and told him about his experience in the Yellow Millet Dream.

"The yellow millet is not yet ripe, but I dreamed of Huaxu."

After hearing his words, Yue Ling's heart was filled with ripples, and she recited this sentence in a low voice.

"This experience is equivalent to a reincarnation, and there is no need to worry about the mystery in the womb. This Lu Jianxian is really powerful and amazing."

She finally understood why Zhang Jiuyang blurted out that he was Ling'er. It turned out that the two of them had been husband and wife for a lifetime in the dream.

"Zhang Jiuyang, you don't like me, do you?"

She raised her chin slightly, looked at him leisurely, and suddenly asked.

"How is that possible!" Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "In fact, we had a lot of quarrels in the dream. For example, you were too domineering. You didn't let me go to brothels or take concubines. You always bullied me. Oh, you didn't like doing housework. You were more fond of swords and guns than I was..." He listed them one by one, not noticing that the smile on Yue Ling's face had completely solidified. "And you are too upright. You will help others when you see injustice. I don't know how many troubles you have caused me in the officialdom. I always clean up your ass." "You don't value money at all. You either buy weapons or give it to the poor. You have no restraint..." Zhang Jiuyang kept talking, like the endless flow of the Yangtze River. Finally, he was interrupted by a sneer. "Haha, so what you really want to marry is the white loach who always calls you sir and chases you to recite poems and couplets, right?" Zhang Jiuyang choked and broke out in a cold sweat. "Ahem, none of them, it was just a dream."

"You also know that in terms of women, I have the most contact with you and Ao Li, so it is inevitable that I have intersections with you in my dreams..."

He reluctantly explained, but he felt a little guilty.

It is undeniable that he also has a deep affection for Ao Li. In the dream, although the two did not achieve a positive result, they left a deep regret.

"Zhang Jiuyang, if you dare to call me Ling'er again in the future, I will break your legs."

Yue Ling glared at him, then sat cross-legged and said, "Okay, if you don't want to marry, I don't want to marry either. We are just acting. I am not interested in love affairs."

"That's right."

Zhang Jiuyang sat down and looked at Yue Ling, looking at the blade-like outline, the firm and sharp eyes, and the cold temperament that is intimidating without anger, just like a rock cedar growing between cliffs.

How could such a strange woman really fall in love?

"Old Yue, then we will be good brothers for life--"

Yue Ling's eyes were as cold as a knife, piercing him before he could even finish his words.

Zhang Jiuyang hurriedly sat up straight and said, "Okay, no more jokes, let's discuss the follow-up matters."

Hearing this, the coldness in Yue Ling's eyes slowly dissipated and he became focused again.

"This Yimei Zhenren said nice things, but it seems that he just wants to find out the news about Wang Lingguan and wants to sell you a personal favor. I'm afraid he will not work hard at that time."

Zhang Jiuyang sneered.

People get smarter as they get older. Not everyone has the same belief in slaying demons and eliminating monsters as the cultivators of the Imperial Observatory. These sect cultivators will inevitably put the interests of themselves or their own sects first.

Even with the continuous improvement of cultivation, the gap between cultivators and mortals is getting bigger and bigger. Some people even feel that mortals and cultivators are completely two different lives.

Therefore, some cultivators will regard life as grass, because in their eyes, those humble mortals are indeed weeds on the roadside.

Although Master Yimei is not so indifferent to life, he still has some tendency in this regard. It can be seen that he does not particularly agree with the concept of the Imperial Observatory.

When he asked Zhuge Yunhu why he did not come to subdue the demon just now, there was a hint of sarcasm in his words.

In fact, Zhang Jiuyang was not surprised.

Before, Yama Luo was jointly issued a hunting order by the Taoist sect. He was nervous for a few days, thinking that the masters of the Taoist sect would come to seek revenge like a flood of carp.

But he did not expect that there were only a few big cats and small cats. On the contrary, the young disciples of the Taoist sect were more serious and motivated.

Each family cleaned up the snow in front of them, and did not care about the frost on the roofs of others.

These are the major sects that Yue Ling talks about. Every time she talks about them, she will be filled with righteous indignation. She wishes she could imitate Zhuge Qixing six hundred years ago and use his iron-blooded methods to forcibly conquer and frighten the major sects, making the presence of demons rare in Daqian for decades.

"Of course I specially invited him because I understand his temperament."

Yue Ling said calmly: "Master Yimei is an old fox. He cares most about the interests of Feixian Cave. But now Feixian Cave is in trouble, and it is all up to him to support the facade. If he is injured, Feixian Cave will definitely become the target of public criticism."

"So he must not dare to fight you head-on. In this way, I can ensure that the knife will not hurt your life."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded and said: "It makes sense, just as you say."

No matter what, your life is the most important.

What if it were a real person from the Six Realms who hates evil and wants to stab Yue Ling?

He didn't want to die before leaving the army, which would become a big joke.

"Take this talisman."

Yue Ling carefully took out a purple talisman from her arms and handed it to him solemnly.

"This is the great teleportation talisman that I redeemed in the treasure house of Qintianjian. After I stabbed you, you should use this talisman to escape immediately to avoid being chased by Master Yimei."

Zhang Jiuyang knew how precious this great teleportation talisman was, and it seemed to require tens of thousands of good deeds to redeem it. Once activated, it would randomly escape to a place thousands of miles away, to the ends of the earth, in an instant.

Being able to escape even in a formation is a life-saving treasure. With this talisman, it is equivalent to gaining an extra life.

He held the Great Teleport Talisman and nodded to Yue Ling.

"In this way, everything is ready, all we need is the east wind."

"I hope this scene can be sung beautifully."