The God and Buddha are actually me

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Zhang Jiuyang's soul slowly flew out of the visualization map, with excitement in his eyes.

Just now, through Lu Zu's visualization map, his soul resonated with the statue of Lu Zu in Chunyang Palace thousands of miles away, producing a kind of resonance in the dark, and then transformed into Lu Zu to show his holiness in the temple!

This was an experience he had never had before!

He seemed to have discovered a new ability of the visualization map!

Zhang Jiuyang calmed down and reviewed it carefully again. He felt that the emergence of this ability was also related to the continuous strengthening of his soul.

Because there was a Lingguan Temple before, but he could not communicate with the statue of Wang Lingguan through the visualization map at ordinary times. Only when he asked the gods to descend could he force communication with the vast divine power.

And this time it was because his own soul was strong enough to cause the visualization map to respond actively.

To be honest, this ability is very useful for Zhang Jiuyang. By showing his holiness in front of people, he can quickly accumulate incense, thereby speeding up the speed of obtaining inheritance.

For example, after he just appeared, the incense received by Chunyang Palace suddenly increased, and the people became more pious.

In addition to the divine manifestation, Zhang Jiuyang also found a benefit.

He lightly raised his fingertips, and a wisp of pure incense power rippled on them. If you put your ear close, you can still hear the pious prayer.

"I beg Lu Zu to cure my tuberculosis. I have old people and children to take care of. I am really desperate. Please bless me..."

This was the prayer of the middle-aged man. Later, he paid for the small glutinous rice balls and was cured of tuberculosis by Zhang Jiuyang.

After this wisp of incense power turned around in the visualization picture, it flew out again, and turned into light gold, extremely pure.

As Zhang Jiuyang's mind moved, it appeared on his fingertips, rotating and flowing like a light golden ribbon.

He had a vague premonition that this wisp of incense power had been completely controlled by him and became his thing.

Moreover, this is no longer the power of ordinary incense, but the divine power of incense after the transformation of the visualization map, which contains certain characteristics of the Chunyang Emperor and has infinite magical uses.

To obtain divine power, do it well first.

A ray of enlightenment emerged in Zhang Jiuyang's mind. As a god, if he wants to obtain the divine power of incense, he must first complete the things that believers pray for.

Take people's incense and help them eliminate disasters.

Of course, the gods do not say that they will do everything. If the request is too greedy, or it is the prayer of an unjust person, then the causal power of the incense is too heavy, and the gods will not agree.

In addition, the prayers of believers are too many and too complicated, even gods may not be able to hear them all.

Just now, when Zhang Jiuyang's soul and Lu Zu's visualization map merged into one, he heard dense prayers, which made him feel dizzy.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the visualization map has made certain requirements on the strength of his soul, and it is only now that it is barely up to standard.

Of course, even the immortals and Buddhas with extremely powerful souls cannot hear the prayers of every believer, but Zhang Jiuyang discovered a pattern: the more pious a person is, the louder his voice is and the easier it is to be heard.

For example, the voice of the sick middle-aged man was very eye-catching, which made Zhang Jiuyang notice him at once.

It was just that he didn't like to meet other people's requirements unconditionally, so he deliberately turned into an old man to sell dumplings to test his kindness.

Those who are greedy for small gains often miss the real opportunity. Only those who are always kind-hearted are worthy of Lu Zu to save.

Slowly opening his eyes, Zhang Jiuyang felt a little tired.

It seems that with the strength of his soul now, he can't do too many such things, and he can't show his holiness to solve problems every time, which consumes too much.

Is there a tricky way, such as hiring people to do things for him?

You know, which of the powerful gods and Buddhas in the temple doesn't have many capable people under his seat? Such simple things don't have to be done by yourself.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiuyang had an idea and thought of two chosen workers.

The heirs of Jiange, Pei Qianhuo and Pei Qingchi!

The two of them are perfect. It seems that we should find an opportunity to dig them over to serve as temple priests.

"Brother-in-law?"

"You are not practicing properly, are you? Do you want me to contact my sister immediately?"

Yue Lin saw that Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were a little absent-minded, and he couldn't help but shout out, with some worry.

His sister told him that the higher the cultivation level, the more cautious he is, because a small mistake may destroy a thousand-foot-high building.

Cultivation is against the will of heaven, and the higher you go, the more dangerous it is.

Zhang Jiuyang came back to his senses and smiled, "It doesn't matter. In fact, I was not practicing just now, but went to Yangzhou."

Yangzhou?

Yue Lin looked like he was not stupid, but didn't look at me weak.

Yangzhou is tens of thousands of miles away from here, but it was only a cup of tea just now. How could you go back and forth?

Unless you are in the ninth realm and become an immortal!

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly, said nothing, stood up and continued to walk forward.

Yue Lin hurriedly followed.

"Brother-in-law, wait for me!"

"This tiger monster is really heavy. Let's find a place to put it first, and then go buy gifts for the eldest lady and my mother."

"No need, I've already bought it."

"Ah? Brother-in-law, you don't mean to say that you just went to Yangzhou to buy Baoying pears?"

"Smart."

"Haha, brother-in-law, you are so funny!"

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Jizhou, Duke's Mansion, Yingsong Pavilion.

Dingguo Duke Yue Jiang had already prepared a family banquet and was waiting while reading a military book.

Although Marshal Yue was only in his sixties, he looked like he had a head full of white hair. He was very burly, with a tough face and bright eyes. Even when he was reading, he was full of an invisible sense of oppression.

That was the demeanor of a great commander who commanded thousands of troops and dominated the battlefield.

In particular, he was a fifth-level cultivator with extraordinary martial arts skills. His momentum was very fierce. Even with his white hair, he could still make people feel the raging blood rushing towards him, like a furnace, like the sun, and was unparalleled.

This was the pillar of Daqian guarding the northern border. It was his existence that stopped the fierce and violent Northern Liao cavalry in the Tongtian Mountains.

Using the power of one state to resist a country, and resisting for decades.

With this legendary figure in charge, the younger generations at the banquet did not dare to be presumptuous. They all lowered their heads and did not dare to breathe.

Even the relatives of the Yue family, who were uncles, were very restrained at this moment.

There were only two exceptions.

One is Shen Hongxia, the mistress of the Yue family. Mrs. Shen is sitting next to her husband. She is dressed simply and has a beautiful face. She is not wearing any makeup but has her own elegance. She is embroidering by herself. She is actually mending a piece of clothing. She raises her eyes from time to time and looks out the door.

The other is a man dressed gorgeously. He has an elegant face and plays with a jade ring in his hand with a playful smile on his face.

Marshal Yue is strict in military discipline and hates extravagance the most. People in the Duke's Mansion are dressed very simply, even the mistress Shen Hongxia is dressed in plain clothes.

But this man is wearing gold and silver, and his robes are extremely gorgeous. Not only is he calm under the momentum of Marshal Yue, but he even ranks first among the guests. Obviously, his status is very high.

After an unknown amount of time, the man in gorgeous clothes smiled faintly, and said meaningfully: "Duke Dingguo, it is well-known that it is difficult to invite a thousand gold coins in the capital, but I didn't expect that Zhang Jiuyang... is also so difficult to invite?"

"It's been half an hour, and he hasn't arrived yet. I think you, the Grand Marshal of Jizhou Army, are not taken seriously by that kid."

The voice was smiling, and it seemed to be just a joke, but everyone could hear the intention of adding fuel to the fire.

Marshal Yue paused slightly while turning the book, but did not speak.

Mrs. Shen stopped her needlework in a leisurely manner, smiled elegantly, and said: "The commander-in-chief also knows that my daughter is difficult to invite. Who can predict her temper? When she is busy, she doesn't give face to anyone. Maybe I don't know where she is dragging Zhang Jiuyang now."

"I will apologize to the commander-in-chief on behalf of my daughter."

This remark was neither humble nor arrogant, and was both polite and courteous. It also pushed all the faults onto Yue Ling, clearing Zhang Jiuyang of any responsibility.

The man in gorgeous clothes, known as the Grand Commander, had a flash of displeasure in his eyes, but he did not get angry.

It seemed that Madam Shen preferred Zhang Jiuyang, which was not good. He knew how important Madam Shen was in Marshal Yue's heart.

Just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed, and he said sternly: "There is a demonic aura!"

The people at the banquet were all surprised. There was a demonic aura in the Duke's Mansion?

"This demonic aura... seems to be a tiger!"

The Grand Commander stood up, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes instantly. His expression became particularly solemn, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Crash!

The two words "Tiger" were like a huge rock smashed into the water, splashing huge water.

A person's name is like a tree's shadow.

In recent years, the tiger has been the king of the Tongtian Mountains, often sending demons down the mountain to eat people, and sometimes helping the Northern Liao army to go south, casting a shadow over the entire Jizhou.

In Jizhou, the fierce reputation of the tiger can even stop children from crying at night.

Therefore, when they heard that the mountain king had come, the people at the banquet panicked and drew their swords, making a mess.

At this moment, a voice sounded, sonorous and powerful, as steady as a mountain.

"What are you panicking about? Keep quiet."

Marshal Yue put down the military book, slowly raised his head, and looked around with a pair of tiger eyes, making many people bow their heads in shame.

"Many of you are leading troops, and you should know that a general should not change his face when facing thousands of arrows. A mountain king has scared you like this, so don't even think of being a soldier in Jizhou in the future."

His voice was not loud, but it was deafening and clearly echoed in everyone's ears.

In an instant, the panic in everyone's hearts disappeared, and looking at the burly figure who was as still as a mountain and sitting on the Diaoyutai, they felt at ease.

It seems that as long as the marshal is there, there is no threshold that cannot be crossed and no battle that cannot be won.

"It can't be Shanjun. If he comes to the Duke's Mansion, he will be courting death. I am not afraid of him coming, but I am afraid that he will not come."

"Please sit down, everyone. It is expected that the guests have arrived."

Everyone sat down doubtfully, and then heard the servants outside screaming, as if they saw something horrible.

Some people clenched the handles of their knives and sweated nervously.

Just then, a huge figure was thrown into the hall. It was a dead white tiger monster, with demonic aura and murderous aura.

"Dad, Madam, Mom, I am so tired!"

Yue Lin walked in with sweat all over his head, and said excitedly: "This is Shanjun's son, who was killed by my brother-in-law. My brother-in-law said that he would give it to Dad as a gift!"

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