The God and Buddha are actually me

"Sleep like a fairy, sleep like a fairy, lying high at the root of a stone and forgetting his age, the three lights sink and his nature is round. Qi returns to the mysterious orifice, and the breath is left to nature..."

Under the big locust tree, Zhang Jiuyang no longer forced his body to control it, but let it relax and soften, with a series of mysterious formulas flashing through his mind.

This is the "Song of the Sleeping Dragon" by Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang. It is said that Zhang Zhenren was a disciple of Huolong Zhenren, who was a disciple of Chen Tuan.

Therefore, Zhang Zhenren's "Song of the Sleeping Dragon" is also about the Sleeping Dragon Dan Gong of the ancestor Chen Tuan.

The Sleeping Dragon method obtained by Zhang Jiuyang was created by the ancestor Chen Tuan, but it has also been modified and improved by many senior masters, and strives for perfection.

Among them are Lu Zu and Zhang Zhenren.

It can be said to be the culmination of Taoist sleeping skills from ancient times to the present!

Under the locust tree, his breath quickly became calm. Although the flesh continued to feel pain, his spirit seemed to be separated, and the spirit and the flesh were both combined and separated, mysterious and mysterious.

His breathing became longer and longer, like a hibernating dragon, and in the end he would not breathe once for half a day, as if he was dead.

Only by patiently observing carefully could you see the faint rise and fall of his chest.

In this mysterious state, the injuries in his body were slowly controlled, and the speed of the spread of the power of Yin Lei was greatly slowed down, as if the deepest potential of life was stimulated and glowed with vigorous vitality.

The crows in the distance stared at this scene closely, making uneasy cries.

The next moment, the miasma emerged and spread towards Zhang Jiuyang. In the hazy miasma, a strange figure could be vaguely seen, with cold eyes firmly locked on Zhang Jiuyang, and there seemed to be a trace of doubt in the depths of his pupils.

She felt a mysterious Taoism on the other person. The other person seemed to be sleeping, and seemed to be practicing. His expression became very calm and peaceful, like a deep pool, which was unpredictable.

But she could feel that the death aura on that person seemed to have faded a little.

This made her a little anxious. She had planned to wait for the other party to die before collecting the body. Now it seems that she must prevent him from healing.

If this stinky Taoist priest recovers, she will be the unlucky one.

The miasma attacked, and animals fainted wherever they went, and even plants became dull and withered.

Seeing that the poisonous miasma was about to fall on Zhang Jiuyang, the sword between his hair burst out with surging sword energy again, blocking all the miasma outside.

The dragon-binding rope turned into a dragon and flew into the miasma on its own initiative. It was not confused at all and went straight to the evil figure in the miasma, making waves of dragon roars.

The evil spirit in the miasma was obviously surprised. She didn't expect these two magic weapons to be so fierce. In panic, she immediately used the escape technique to escape from here.

The dragon-binding rope did not chase, but kept in mind the matter of protecting its master, and flew back and turned into a golden belt around the waist.

As the evil spirits escaped, the surrounding miasma quickly dissipated.

If one of the two magic weapons attacked, the other would definitely be responsible for defense, so that Zhang Jiuyang would not encounter any accidents.

This was also the reason why he dared to practice the Sleeping Dragon Pill Technique safely.

As time passed slowly, Zhang Jiuyang had entered a very deep sleep, seemingly in a state of rest and not rest, like a dog bending, like a dragon coiling, his spirit not wandering, his Qi at ease.

But to outsiders, he looked like a cold corpse at the moment, his face pale, his breath and pulse so weak that they were difficult to detect, and his chest did not rise and fall once in half an hour.

In addition, the muddy and tattered clothes, and the rotten skin and flesh exposed outside, looked like a corpse exposed in the wilderness, with no one to bury it.

As time passed, the forest gradually darkened. At the beginning, there was a little starlight, but at the end, even the starlight could not be seen.

It was pitch black all around.

Because of the Evil-Slaying Sword and the Dragon-Binding Rope, the wild beasts dared not wander around. This area seemed to have become a vacuum zone, and the silence was extreme.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Dashachun, come here quickly, there is no miasma here!"

Two figures rushed out of the miasma, one fat and one thin. The fat man was tall, but his eyes were honest and dull, and the thin man was short, but his temperament was smart and he looked very smart.

Both of them covered their mouths and noses with medicine towels, but even so, their faces were still a little blue, and their foreheads were full of sweat.

If they hadn't suddenly discovered this place without miasma, I'm afraid they would have been poisoned to death here.

At this moment, the two of them were panting heavily, looking at the miasma behind them, and they felt a little scared.

"Strange, why did the miasma suddenly stop here?"

"There's no wind either..."

The thin man was the first to notice the abnormality. After thinking for a moment, his eyes lit up and he said, "I know. There is a high possibility that there are treasures that can control miasma nearby, such as Patchouli, Perilla and other medicinal herbs. I seem to have seen them in the "Medical Classics"!"

The fat man just smiled innocently and said, "Little monkey, you are really amazing, but why are we looking for these medicinal herbs? I just want to find the King of Ginseng as soon as possible and use it to save my wife!"

Speaking of this, a trace of anxiety suddenly appeared on his honest face.

"Dashachun, you are really stupid. The miasma here is so fierce that the medicine towel I brought is useless. If there is no treasure that can control miasma, what can we use to find the King of Ginseng?"

The thin man knocked him and then began to search around.

The fat man hurriedly said "oh" and followed him to search.

Not long after, the fat man suddenly shouted, as if he had found something.

The thin man hurried over and looked in the direction of the fat man's finger, and couldn't help but gasp.

Corpse, a corpse exposed in the wilderness!

He knew a little about medicine. Through the rotten clothes and flesh, he could determine at a glance that the corpse had been dead for at least ten days.

"Hurry up and save him!"

The fat man's honest face showed a trace of anxiety, and he quickly rushed towards the corpse under the locust tree.

"Be careful of being infected with the plague!"

The thin man's face immediately changed and he shouted.

This kind of nameless rotten corpse in the mountains and forests is the most likely to spread the plague, and it's late at night, there are locust trees and corpses, and it's in Guifei Ridge, which has many horror rumors.

How can you touch it?

But the fat man seemed to be missing a nerve in his brain, and he didn't know what fear was. He walked in front of Zhang Jiuyang, squatted down, turned him over from the ground and held him in his arms.

"Let go--"

The thin man's words stopped abruptly. He looked at Zhang Jiuyang's face with a trace of surprise. Although he still looked like a dead person with a pale face, why didn't his skin and flesh rot?

And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but when Dashachun picked up the corpse, he seemed to see the gold belt on his waist move?

It should be the wind.

In the miasma in the distance, a pair of cold eyes were looking at the two of them from afar, and a strange smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

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