The God and Buddha are actually me

On the eaves next to the night market, a peregrine falcon stood on it, quietly watching the pear-growing Taoist priest below, its orange eyes revealing a hint of humanity.

Zhang Jiuyang has been watching it for a long time.

He even quietly opened his eyes, but he still couldn't see the depth of this pear Taoist priest. He seemed to be an ordinary person, and there was no trace of mana fluctuations on his body.

But not being able to see it is very scary.

The pear core looked like a sparkling gem to outsiders, but in his eyes, it was a small and exquisite heart, still beating slightly.

The pear tree continued to grow and bear many fruits.

However, Zhang Jiuyang couldn't help but gasp when he looked at those fruits.

Those pears are clearly little girls the size of a palm. They can move their hands and feet. Their appearance is somewhat similar to Ah Li, showing emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

Just like the ginseng fruit in "Journey to the West".

The tree is covered with small pear trees.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu A Li is not a pear, don't eat me..."

One of the pears made a whimpering sound, but except for Zhang Jiuyang, none of the ordinary people heard it.

What they saw were just fairy pears that could prolong life.

There should be someone else who can see it.

Zhang Jiuyang took a deep look at the old Taoist priest and saw that the old Taoist priest was holding two pink kitchen knives. He waved it gently and chopped off fairy pears one by one and distributed them to the people.

Although the situation is not clear yet, with Zhang Jiuyang’s character, how could he just watch those ‘Ali’ being eaten by others?

He immediately flapped his wings and flew towards the pear tree, preparing to use his magic to move the pear tree away.

The old Taoist priest smiled lightly and pointedly said: "The little sparrow finally couldn't bear it anymore and wants to steal the poor Taoist's fairy pear?"

He waved his sleeves, and at some point there was a bird cage in his hand, which contained a peregrine falcon that was constantly flapping its wings.

Zhang Jiuyang was filled with horror.

Even he didn't know what was going on. He just felt his eyes blurred and entered the cage. What was even more terrifying was that when he wanted to change back to his human form and break out of the cage, he found that his magical power was malfunctioning.

It was as if all his magic power had been sealed, and now he had become a real peregrine falcon, a caged bird.

He kept crashing into the cage. Thirteen Shape Escape is a Taoist magical power, a profound method of Jade Cauldron Palace. Although he used the bird escape technique and transformed into a bird, he still retained some strength of his physical body.

This kind of wooden cage will never withstand his impact.

However, after trying for a long time, he finally found in despair that the wooden cage seemed to be indestructible and could not be shaken at all.

At this moment, the people have begun to eat pears.

When they took a bite, the juice overflowed and it was extremely sweet. They ate heartily and could not hear the sad sound of those pears at all.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes instantly turned blood red, his anger grew, and his murderous intention suddenly arose.

After a while, all the pears on the tree were eaten, and the pear tree quickly withered and died, turning into ashes and disappearing.

But those people feel refreshed, their bodies are comfortable, and all their diseases are gone.

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly and said something meaningful.

"It's still too late, it depends on how you choose. This difficult question... I hope you can ask it in your own heart."

As he said this, he took the initiative to open the birdcage.

Zhang Jiuyang quickly flew out. The moment he left the birdcage, his magical powers were restored, and he suddenly appeared in his true form.

"You are not allowed to leave!"

He shouted loudly, and the dragon rope from his waist flew out, turning into a hundred-foot-long golden dragon, circling and surrounding the people, not letting any pear eaters escape.

Those ordinary people had never seen such a battle before, and they were so frightened that they thought they were going to be eaten by monsters, and they kept crying.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the old Taoist priest intently, feeling extremely fearful in his heart.

Who is this person?

Could it be the master who enlightened the White Bone Demon?

"Who are you and what is your relationship with Ah Li?"

He knew that he was no match for the other party, but those little pears that had just been eaten by the common people made him want to find out clearly no matter what.

The old Taoist priest smiled lightly.

"Zhang Jiuyang, this little ghost girl sacrificed her life to save you, even absorbing the power of the Yin Thunder in the "Purple Thunder Heavenly Book". Now her three souls and seven souls have been eaten by these people, and it will only take a moment to be completely digested. , there is no chance of turning around.”

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the lightning in his hands condensed. With a roar, the thunder in his palm broke through the cloud barrier and struck down on his head.

However, when it fell on the old Taoist priest, it was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, without even lifting the corners of his clothes.

"Zhang Jiuyang, there are only two ways before you now, either sit back and watch Ah Li, who risked his life to save you, disappear, or..."

He looked at the people who were trapped by the dragon ropes and said calmly: "Have a dissection and take the pears, and use their lives to exchange for A-li's life."

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked.

"The lives of a group of innocent people and the life of an important person to me. I'm curious, which one would you choose?"

"Zhang Jiuyang, ask yourself."

Zhang Jiuyang clenched his fists and stared at him, his brows burning, his fiery eyes glaring, trying to see his true form.

But the invincible Lingguan's heavenly eye was frustrated for the first time, like looking at flowers in the mist or looking at the moon in the water, unable to see clearly.

It's not that Lingguan's Heavenly Eye is not powerful, but that the other party's cultivation level is much higher than his.

An expert who enlightens the White Bone Demon?

Lord of the Underworld?

The Buddha behind the Double-Faced Buddha?

Even... Tianzun?

Zhang Jiuyang's mind was filled with names, but he couldn't be sure of any one of them.

"Who are you and why are you forcing me like this?"

The old Taoist priest didn't answer the question, but just looked at him deeply, his voice full of meaning.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is your choice."

After that, his figure gradually disappeared, and even Zhang Jiuyang's eyes could not find any trace of him.

But Zhang Jiuyang knew that he must be hiding in the dark, watching his next choice.

"Please, don't kill us!"

"We just ate a pear, and it was that demon who bewitched us..."

"You can kill me, but let my son go, he's only six years old..."

"I can't die, I still have a mother over seventy years old to support..."

The people also heard the conversation between the two just now, and they cried and begged, and some even knelt down and kowtowed.

They didn't expect that just eating a pear would cause such a big disaster.

Zhang Jiuyang clenched his fists, his eyes full of struggle.

In his eyes, he could see that Ah Li was being digested bit by bit in these people's bodies, and time was running out.

But it would be against his conscience and principles to kill these unarmed innocent people.

Time passed by little by little.

Zhang Jiuyang was unable to make this choice.

Which was more important, the lives of a group of innocent people or Ah Li's life?

He closed his eyes and remembered what the old Taoist had just said. In order to save him, Ah Li did not hesitate to absorb part of the power of Yin Lei. With her cultivation, doing so would undoubtedly be courting death.

This little girl has always been loyal to him and has always been loyal to him.

He could not let down the heavy friendship and trust.

Recalling the scenes that the two had walked through together, Zhang Jiuyang slowly opened his eyes, as if he had decided something.

He stretched out his hand, and the Xie Zhan Sword automatically flew into his palm, turning into a three-foot green peak, with sword light flowing and sword energy.

He walked towards the people step by step.

But looking at those pairs of eyes, some old, some young, and some pleading, he felt that the sword in his hand was extremely heavy, like a mountain.

After a long time, Zhang Jiuyang slowly raised the long sword in his hand, his eyes were determined.

…

Under the willow tree, by the river.

The old Taoist priest who had just sold pears was fishing, his eyes quietly looking at the reflection in the water, and the scene in it was exactly Zhang Jiuyang at the moment.

When he saw Zhang Jiuyang pick up the sword and walk towards the people, and slowly raised it, his eyes were determined, the old Taoist priest couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that he is not suitable.

What a pity.

The old Taoist priest shook his head, and seeing that the tragedy was about to happen, he moved the fishing rod in his hand, and the river rippled. The fishhook floated towards Zhang Jiuyang, as if penetrating two time and space, ready to fish people out of the mirror flower and water moon.

But the next moment, his hand holding the fishing rod paused slightly, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

In the reflection of the water, Zhang Jiuyang did something he didn't expect.

He slowly raised the long sword in his hand and put it on his neck, posing as if he was ready to commit suicide.

When the old Taoist's fishhook was about to hook him, Zhang Jiuyang seemed to notice something. He looked at him in the direction of the fishhook with his fiery eyes and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then, he swung the sword!

Blood splashed!

The river water also turned scarlet, dyed red, but soon disappeared.

Snap!

The old Taoist felt the fishing rod in his hand loosen and the hook broke.

The fish broke free and swam upstream, the sea was vast and the sky was wide.

A figure flew out of the water and landed on the riverside, holding a red long sword in his hand, and his white clothes fluttered in the night wind, without getting wet.

There was a thin red mark on Zhang Jiuyang's neck.

He turned around and looked at the river. He could still clearly see the bright lights and the crying people, as if they were in a world in a painting.

"What a powerful trick. I didn't even notice when I was caught in your illusion."

"Let me guess. It was the moment when A-li's knife flew out that you quietly replaced my world and made me sink into it bit by bit."

"The eyes of heaven cannot see, the heart of sword cannot detect, and I was almost fooled."

The old Taoist priest seemed to be interested and asked curiously: "How did you find the flaw?"

He believed that everything was arranged perfectly. Although this kid had many magical features, his absolute crushing of cultivation made him very confident.

Because I have seen more powerful illusions.

Zhang Jiuyang secretly rejoiced in his heart that the reason why he was able to wake up in time was not because the opponent's tricks were not clever, but on the contrary, the opponent's tricks were extremely clever and did not reveal any flaws.

The reason why he was able to wake up in time was purely because of the experience of the dream of Huangliang.

Compared with Lu Zu's tricks, the old Taoist priest was still much inferior.

Of course, Zhang Jiuyang could not be completely sure, but when he cut his own throat with his sword, his heart of sword did not have any warning, which explained the problem.

Perhaps his behavior exceeded the old Taoist's expectations. At the moment when he was about to commit suicide, the old Taoist's energy leaked out, revealing the only flaw, which was captured by Zhang Jiuyang with his heavenly eye.

Thus, he was completely sure that he had been deceived by an illusion.

However, he still underestimated the power of this illusion. He was clearly committing suicide in a false world, but there was actually a red line on his neck in reality.

This kind of illusion has reached the level of making the fake become real, and it is so magical.

"It doesn't matter how I discovered the flaw. What matters is, who are you?"

Zhang Jiuyang stared at him and said word by word.