The God and Buddha are actually me

In the shabby room, Mr. Meng laughed heartily and looked at Zhang Jiuyang invisibly closer to him.

This person actually has no respect for the supreme imperial power in his heart. This is really rare.

"Sure enough, seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. Zhang Jiuyang, you gave me a big surprise. Unfortunately, there are too few people like you.

"And you think so, but what about the people around you?"

"Let's talk about King Yue Ming. Although she has a close relationship with you, she is also loyal to Da Gan Chi Dan. The ancestral motto of their Yue family is to serve the country with loyalty. If she knew that you were such a lawless person with no king and no father, what would she do? Will you continue to stand firmly on your side?”

After laughing, Mr. Meng continued to make tea, but asked a very pointed question.

Zhang Jiuyang was silent and did not answer for a long time.

This issue was actually what he was worried about. If one day, he and the emperor had a conflict, Yue Ling would definitely be caught in the middle and be in a dilemma.

Will she still help herself?

Zhang Jiuyang did not have this confidence.

Although the current emperor is fatuous and his relationship with Qin Tian Jian is not very good, the emperor is the emperor, and the ancients' loyalty to the emperor is engraved in their bones.

Yue Ling's greatest ambition is to follow the example of his ancestor Yue Jingzhong, become the marshal of the world's soldiers and horses, expand the territory, be invincible in battles, and become a king and minister.

"And even if you kill the emperor and support a new emperor, people will always change and die. What's more, there are some more terrifying existences hidden in this world. They are far more powerful than the mediocre emperor. Even scarier."

Mr. Meng's words were serious and thoughtful, as if he had something to say.

"The meal must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked step by step. Only by doing it can you succeed. If you don't do it, you will never succeed."

"Whether it's an emperor or an evil god hiding in the shadows and lingering, one day they will become the dust of history. If I can't do it, someone will send them on their way."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was very firm, without any trace of loss, optimistic and fearless.

He bears the mark of that era.

The long road of Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning, starting from the beginning, the green mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.

"I believe Yue Ling will not give up, and she will definitely stand by my side."

"oh?"

Mr. Meng said with a faint smile: "Why are you so confident? Yue Ling is not a woman who will be carried away by emotions."

"Just because I'm right."

"Just because I trust her, I can tell that I'm right."

"What we want to leave to future generations must not be a world where the emperor is fatuous and demons are rampant. No one is a weed that should be abandoned, even the children in your private school."

Mr. Meng's tea-making hand paused slightly.

"If even those of us who are capable have given up, are we going to let the disabled children fight for it on their own?"

"The right to survive is always earned, not through charity from gentlemen, nor through resignation and endurance, but through bloodshed and sacrifice."

"Maybe we will fail and die, but our spirit will be passed on like a fire, and in the end... it will last forever!"

Perhaps it was Zhang Jiuyang who was deeply touched by today's contact with Mr. Meng, or perhaps these words had been suppressed in his heart for too long.

For the first time, Zhang Jiuyang revealed all his innermost thoughts, not to Yue Ling, but to a stranger he had met for the first time.

Those rebellious remarks were like the thunderous sound of a bell, echoing in this small and dilapidated thatched house for a long time.

Mr. Meng stopped making tea completely. He thought about and chewed on Zhang Jiuyang's words, with a trace of emotion in his eyes.

"Listening to your words is worth ten years of reading."

Mr. Meng pushed a cup of tea in front of Zhang Jiuyang and sighed: "It's a pity that you came too late. Some things cannot be changed."

Zhang Jiuyang wanted to say something else, but he waved his hand and said: "No need to say more, let's drink tea first."

Zhang Jiuyang picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

His eyes lit up instantly. The taste was elegant, warm, fresh and natural, as if he was under the ancient bodhi tree, hearing the bells of the ancient temple and the wooden fish in front of the Buddha.

Sparks of inspiration suddenly appeared in Zhang Jiuyang's mind. In the practice of the Thirty-Six Methods of the Jade Cauldron, many obstacles he had encountered were resolved one after another. Even in the Jade Cauldron Xuan Gong, he became more and more profound. levels of understanding.

nice one!

This tea has the miraculous effect of helping people to enlighten themselves and increase their wisdom!

And it can play such a big role in him now, which shows how precious this thing is. It is definitely some kind of rare treasure of heaven and earth.

"This is tea from the ancient Bodhi tree. It is said that the Buddha spent seven years under the tree to achieve enlightenment, defeated many demon kings, and finally achieved enlightenment. The tree also became spiritual, and its leaves can help people realize enlightenment."

When Zhang Jiuyang heard the word "Buddha", he subconsciously became vigilant. After all, the person behind the Double-faced Buddha was called Buddha.

Mr. Meng seemed to sense his thoughts, smiled lightly and said: "This is the real Buddha, not a fake Buddha."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart trembled.

Sure enough, he knew about the Buddha, had a close relationship with the Bone Bodhisattva, and seemed to be involved in Krishna's plan. Could it be that he was...

"What you said today is worthy of this cup of tea."

Mr. Meng felt Zhang Jiuyang's fear, but remained indifferent. He said calmly: "Originally, I was going to kill you today. I will put a soul-dispersing curse in the tea. No matter how good your skills are, you will still be in a trance and your soul will collapse."

"Even if you don't drink tea, I will put a curse on you."

As he spoke, Mr. Meng waved his sleeves, and little figures carved from camphor willow wood floated out. They all looked somewhat similar to Zhang Jiuyang.

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils froze and he immediately tensed up.

He felt extremely terrible resentment towards these villains.

"The mysterious technique of Zhangliu, the method of Brother Ling and Sister Ling!"

His eyes were fixed on those wooden figures, and he finally confirmed that this was the evil magic of the Double-Faced Buddha that almost killed Mrs. Shen!

If Zhuge Yunhu hadn't arrived in time and cast a spell to break it, the entire Shen family would be leaderless now.

Senior Zhuge once said that there are ten kinds of camphor mystical arts, all of which are weird and evil forbidden arts, and the Ling Ge Ling Sister method is one of them.

The so-called Lingge Lingjie method is to use camphor wood as Lingge and willow as Lingjie, then take forty-nine Tianling Caps of boys and girls, grind them into powder, fill the hollows, and fry black beans in oil in the middle of the night to arrest the ghosts. Recite a mantra on the wooden figure and you can make a pair in forty-nine days.

If you can refine seven or seventy-nine pairs, you can even curse and kill real people in the Sixth Realm!

There are nine pairs of these wooden figures in front of you, which means that there are 441 children's lives in them!

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes instantly became dangerous, and he looked at Mr. Meng with a cold look.

But he still had some doubts in his heart. If Mr. Meng was really the Two-Faced Buddha and he had killed these children, how should he explain his behavior in the private school today?

That kind of sincere care and love cannot be faked.

Zhang Jiuyang really didn't want to believe that Mr. Meng, who used wooden sticks and loess to teach children to write, and dug earthworms and picked up garbage with the children, was the double-faced Buddha who had done many evil things and killed countless people.

"But you didn't use this on me after all. When did you give up your murderous intentions?"

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly asked.

"Maybe it was when you sat down to eat the sweet potatoes, maybe it was when you taught them to fish, maybe... just now."

As soon as Mr. Meng spat out his mouth, streaks of glazed flames spurted out, burning the wooden figures clean. Small souls could be seen among them. Not only did they not scream in the flames, but they laughed, and gradually disappear.

"This is Buddhism's Western Pure Land Glaze Heavenly Fire. It can burn away the resentment and hostility in their bodies and help them achieve salvation."

"Zhang Jiuyang, I know you have many things to ask me now. Just ask. Of course, I may not always answer."

Mr. Meng took a sip of tea.

Originally, he planned not to say anything to anyone, but Zhang Jiuyang's words today shocked him greatly. Although he could no longer look back, he was willing to say more to help him clear up his doubts.

"Okay, first question."

Zhang Jiuyang did not hesitate and asked immediately: "Did you teach Xiaoyu the Heart Sutra of the Bone Bodhisattva back then? Was it because of the pills you gave Dashachun that Xiaoyu was able to conceive later?"

"It's me."

Mr. Meng was very candid and did not hide anything.

"The purpose of enlightening Xiaoyu from the beginning was to make her pregnant with a child, because only the special fetus she gave birth to can withstand the true spirit of the White Bone Bodhisattva."

"Originally, in our plan, Xiaoyu would die and pass on all her demonic power to the fetus, so that the fetus' physical body could grow rapidly and reach the level where the true spirit of the White Bone Bodhisattva can possess the body as soon as possible."

"But I didn't expect that you were so clever that you forcibly reversed the destiny. Not only did you save Xiaoyu, but you also removed the mark left by the Bone Bodhisattva. Our plan completely failed."

"Of course, although we failed, the Bone Bodhisattva will not give up. Just like a dog that sees a bone, it will always think about it until one day it takes a look at the body again."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved, and he noticed that he was talking about us, and when he talked about the Bone Bodhisattva, there was undisguised disgust and disgust in the other person's words.

"As for why the Bone Bodhisattva was invited to come to the world, I can't say yet."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded and then asked the second question.

"Are you... a double-faced Buddha?"

When asking this question, Zhang Jiuyang stared at the other party closely, not missing any subtle change.

The person in front of me is probably the real Two-Faced Buddha.

He knows the Lingge Lingjie method and possesses exquisite and profound Buddhist magic power. The Western Pure Land Glaze Heavenly Fire he just held in his hand seems to be the magical power of Nalanda Temple, the Tantric Sect of the Western Regions.

And the Double-Faced Buddha, as the name suggests, has one side that is compassionate like a Buddha, and one side that is evil like a demon.

The two-faced Buddha in Huangquan is very insidious and vicious, showing the devil's side, while Mr. Meng in front of him is compassionate and kind, showing the Buddha's side.

Faced with this question, Mr. Meng was silent for a moment and finally spoke slowly.

"I am a double-faced Buddha."

"But the Double-Faced Buddha...is not me."

"If you are willing to listen, I can tell you the story of a pair of conjoined twins..."

After a pause, he shook his head and sighed: "I haven't talked about it for a long time, and suddenly I realized that it was more than a hundred years ago."

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