The God and Buddha are actually me

After listening to the story of the two-faced Buddha, Zhang Jiuyang remained silent.

If he was not lying, then the identity of the Heavenly Venerable was indeed obvious. Apart from Zhuge Qixing, he could not think of a second person.

In this way, all the clues were in place.

Zhuge Qixing's disturbance in the underworld was not a momentary impulse, but a prelude to his future fake death. He could use the apricot fake corpse technique on Zhuge Yu, so he could certainly use it on himself.

This also fits what Bantian said, that the Heavenly Venerable is a dead man.

As the ancestor of the Zhuge family, he would naturally not really harm the lives of his descendants, so he always deliberately held back on Zhuge Yunhu and Zhuge Yu.

Zhuge Yu is still alive, but now there is no trace of him. He is either imprisoned or he has rebelled and surrendered to the enemy.

The former is fine, but if it is the latter, it further proves that the Heavenly Venerable is Zhuge Qixing, because the only person who can make Zhuge Yu rebel is Zhuge Qixing, the ancestor who holds the highest status in the hearts of Zhuge's descendants.

The only doubt is why Zhuge Qixing wanted to take back his own brocade bag in person, which seems to be a bit unnecessary.

"In fact, it is very simple to verify. You might as well go to Xuanling and see if there is still a body in Zhuge Qixing's tomb. Everything will be clear."

After saying this, the two-faced Buddha lowered his head and stopped talking.

So far, he has said everything he knows, and he actually feels a long-lost sense of relief in his heart, as if he has unloaded a heavy burden.

After completely letting go of all hatred and obsession, he has a kind of enlightenment in his heart, and he is calm even when facing the impending death.

"Zhang Jiuyang, can you untie me? I want to recite the Rebirth Sutra and help those people to transcend once."

He made the last request.

Yue Ling was still in shock that the Heavenly Venerable was Zhuge Qixing. Hearing this, he did not stop it, but just stood there blankly.

Zhang Jiuyang sighed lightly, and then waved his sleeves. The sword that cut evil was as fast as lightning, and in an instant, it shattered the iron chains and let the two-faced Buddha fall down.

Yue Ling finally reacted. She raised the Overlord Spear, and her aura locked the two-faced Buddha firmly, not letting go of any details.

This person is extremely cunning, and we must guard against him.

The two-faced Buddha sat down tremblingly, with his hands clasped together. His hideous and ugly face actually showed a trace of peace and tranquility.

He began to recite the "Rebirth Sutra" softly, without any tricks or tricks. Every word was read very clearly, and his attitude was very pious.

Zhang Jiuyang had been listening quietly, and found that the voice of the two-faced Buddha was getting weaker and weaker, and his aura was gradually waning.

A heavy death aura descended, and under the eyes of heaven, the flame of the two-faced Buddha, which symbolized vitality, was extinguished little by little.

This is the appearance of nirvana.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were very complicated. He hated this enemy at first, but now, in addition to hatred, he also had a little more sympathy.

If he had experienced what happened to the two-faced Buddha, he would probably have gone astray.

"Please use the flames to send me off for the last time."

If he was destined to die, the two-faced Buddha hoped to die in flames, letting the flames burn his life's sins.

Boom!

The Jade Pivot Heavenly Fire descended and fell on the two-faced Buddha, burning his body and soul.

Boom!

Another flame came, it was Yue Ling's Ming Wang Jin Yan.

She looked at the two-faced Buddha in the flames, looking at this old rival, her eyes were also very complicated, the last Ming Wang Jin Yan, can be regarded as a kind of fulfillment.

"Thank you two."

In the sea of ​​fire, the two-faced Buddha's body gradually melted, but he didn't say a word, but showed a peaceful smile on his face.

At the moment when he was completely engulfed by the fire, he was dazed, as if he had returned to the charity bureau more than a hundred years ago.

The sun was shining, and the spring flowers were fragrant.

The door of the Charity Bureau was open, and there were many childhood playmates inside, as well as a simple and kind old man.

The old man smiled and waved when he saw him.

The children also waved to him, smiling and chirping like sparrows.

"Seventeen, we've been waiting for you, come and play with us~"

"Seventeen, why are you here just now? We've been waiting for you for a long time."

"We agreed to go out and play together after dinner, why are you eating so slowly?"

"Seventeen, welcome home."

...

Pop!

A light golden stone-like object fell into the flames, and the heat of the Jade Pivot Heavenly Fire and the Golden Flame of the King of Light could not burn it.

On the contrary, the more it was burned by the flames, the brighter the golden light became.

"Is this... a relic?"

Yue Ling had a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

"Two-faced Buddha, can he burn out relics?"

Those who can leave relics after death are all great monks. Although the two-faced Buddha has a high level of cultivation, he has harmed countless people and committed many evil deeds. How can such a person burn out relics?

"Don't forget that he almost became the abbot of Nalanda Temple, and we actually still have a mystery about the two-faced Buddha that has not been solved."

Zhang Jiuyang waved his hand to put away the relic, rubbing it in his palm, his eyes deep.

"What mystery?"

"Why is it him."

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the relic and said, "Why did Mahakala choose him? Not everyone is qualified to let a Buddha design their life. Maybe the two-faced Buddha himself doesn't know how special he is."

"This relic may give us the answer in the future."

Zhang Jiuyang put away the relic, and then a black light burst out of the flames again. It was a Huangquan Order. He wanted to escape, but was nailed to the wall by Yue Ling.

The tip of the spear pierced through Huangquan Ling's small eye, blocking its way.

What happened next was that Zhang Jiuyang was familiar with the process and directly forcibly took the Underworld Token into the sea of ​​​​consciousness. The three pieces of the Underworld Token were gathered together, like three perfectly connected puzzle pieces.

The Huangquan Order's light shines brightly and its power increases greatly. It seems to be a little floating, and it dares to tentatively float towards the center of the sea of ​​​​consciousness, wanting to be parallel to the visualization diagram.

However, as the visualization diagram trembled slightly, the Underworld Token was shot and flew out, and the three Underworld Tokens were almost scattered.

This time it was completely honest and stayed at the bottom of the visualization map, like a servant.

Zhang Jiuyang did not immediately test the abilities of Huangquan Lingdu, but first helped the Double-Faced Buddha collect the ashes and put them into a small box.

Facing this small box, Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly and said: "I'm really sorry. I am indeed an unscrupulous bad guy. What I promised you is destined to be impossible to fulfill."

He once promised to bury the Double-faced Buddha and the old dean together, but in fact, more than a hundred years have passed and the old dean's grave has long been missing due to flash floods and other reasons.

The so-called joint burial is nothing but a scam.

"I lied to you from beginning to end. The files and the records of the miracle doctor were forged. Guo Xingsong was also Ali Die's paper man. These evidences are all fake."

"But... just because the evidence is false, it doesn't mean that the conclusion is wrong. Maybe the last story I told you is the truth... that has disappeared in time."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was very emotional.

From the moment Mr. Meng told him the story of the conjoined children, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

The authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear.

The sense of design in this is really too strong. Zhang Jiuyang has always had doubts about this story. There are too many doubts in it.

So he asked Yue Ling to investigate the matter through the power of Qin Tianjian, but found... nothing.

Yes, that period of history is as clean as if it had been erased by life.

According to the rules of the Qintian Prison, the person responsible for investigating a case will leave a file regardless of whether the case is successful or failed. However, Ye Sichen, who was in charge of the case at the time, did not leave any written records.

What's even more terrifying is that the records about Ye Sichen are extremely limited, and even his death is very vague, which is very inconsistent with the style of Qin Tianjian.

The graves of the old dean and the orphans disappeared without a trace due to a flash flood the next year.

The three apprentices of the miracle doctor also died within a few years, and their descendants also died unexpectedly and their bloodlines were cut off.

There was also Guo Xingsong, who also died early. He was lonely and helpless until his death, without a wife or children.

People related to the Salesian Bureau of Great Love at that time died one after another within a few years, and all relevant records were lost, and even the records in the local county annals were erased.

This is also the reason why Yue Ling clearly knew the clues about the conjoined children, but could not find them anyway.

At the critical moment, Zhang Jiuyang had an idea. You can erase all the evidence, so why can't I make another copy?

Let’s see who is meaner.

"There is no evidence, but it is actually a kind of evidence. That period of history disappeared so cleanly, as if it was wiped away by one hand. Zhang Jiuyang, I think the story you told should be the truth!"

Yue Ling had already recovered from the shock that Tianzun was Zhuge Qixing. Although it was difficult for her to accept it, she forced herself to accept it.

At this moment, he took the initiative to comfort Zhang Jiuyang.

"Yue Ling, I'm actually thinking that maybe there is a sister in this story."

Yue Ling was startled.

"It's just that sister, it's the goodwill that has been suppressed in his heart since he was a child. He wandered around with her on his back. In the end, he was unwilling to give up her and tried his best to sew her to himself. In fact, he didn't want to lose his innate kindness. ”

"Double-faced Buddha, maybe he should be a very kind person."

When he said this, Zhang Jiuyang felt a little confused.

This sounds ridiculous, but if you think about it carefully, it is very possible.

The double-faced Buddha can produce relics, he can be appreciated and recognized by the abbot of Nalanda Temple, his attainments in Buddhism are so amazing, and Mr. Meng, who is transformed by the kindness in his heart, is so admirable...

If it were not for the manipulation and influence of Mahakala Buddha, perhaps he would have become a great Buddhist monk.

It's a pity that the gods change the course of a mortal's life with just a flick of his finger.

To gods like Mahakala Buddha, all living beings are like puppets with various silk threads tied around their bodies. They can manipulate them at will with just a flick of their fingers.

Zhang Jiuyang hated such gods deeply.

"Speaking of it this way, isn't his sister Mr. Meng?"

Yue Ling's eyes widened and she was a little surprised.

"Yes, so what Mr. Meng did was all my sister's wish. Mr. Meng thought he was fulfilling his sister's wish, but he didn't know... that it was his own wish."

"Bury the double-faced Buddha's ashes under the bodhi tree. I can't let him be buried with the old dean, so let them reunite as brothers and sisters."

…

In the room, Zhang Jiuyang held a writing brush and looked at the name on the paper quietly. The memories in his mind gradually faded, and he took a long breath.

It was as if he wanted to spit out all the distracting thoughts in his heart.

When facing Senior Zhuge before, he really didn't know how to speak.

The Heavenly Venerable is Zhuge Qixing. Your most beloved son is not dead, but he may have betrayed and surrendered to the enemy?

That would be a huge blow to Senior Zhuge. Moreover, this matter has not been finalized. Even if there is a 90% possibility, he is unwilling to speak out easily.

The most important thing is that Zhuge Qixing is also a person Zhang Jiuyang admires. Before opening the coffin for autopsy, he never wants to slander the sage and destroy his reputation.

So when he met Yue Shuai and Senior Zhuge, he said nothing.

Of course, silence itself is a kind of answer. With Senior Zhuge's intelligence, he might also realize something.

The next step is to open the coffin for autopsy, but this matter will definitely be very difficult. Zhuge Qixing's body is buried in Taizu's Xuanling Mausoleum. To open the imperial mausoleum for autopsy is equivalent to rebellion.

And according to Yue Ling, there is a large formation guarding the imperial mausoleum, which isolates all prying eyes, even the Heavenly Eye is useless.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned, and after a long time, he finally stopped thinking about this matter, because he really couldn't think of any way.

I can only think about it later.

He calmed down his emotions, began to sit cross-legged, and immersed his spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness.

It was just right to try the effect of putting three Huangquan Orders together.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Jiuyang contacted Yueshen as Yan Luo, and in an instant, a message emerged in his mind.

Zhang Jiuyang's expression moved, and the first new function had appeared. He could actually choose to forcibly open the other party's Huangquan Order and communicate with the other party.

In the past, if the other party refused or ignored it, the other party could not communicate with him, but now Zhang Jiuyang has a very domineering ability, forced communication!

Of course, this ability must be used with caution, because once used, it means that he may be exposed for having multiple Huangquan Orders.

Not long after, the soft voice of Yueshen sounded in Zhang Jiuyang's heart.

"Lord Yan Luo, you really know how to choose the time. Do you always like to chat with others while I am bathing?"