The God and Buddha are actually me

The next day, early in the morning.

In the farmyard, a figure stood in the yard, bare-chested, revealing soft white flesh, shivering slightly in the cool morning breeze.

Sanbao was doing horse stance, his face flushed, a wooden stick kept hitting him, leaving red marks.

The strange thing was that no one was holding the wooden stick, and the wooden stick seemed to have life and was flying on its own.

Bang bang bang bang!

The sticks hit the flesh, hitting the vital points all over Sanbao's body, with just the right strength, just the critical value that Sanbao could bear.

"Hold on, this immortal golden body is the inheritance of a high monk in Baiyun Temple. If you can't even bear this little pain, then give up the idea of ​​practicing in Baiyun Temple as soon as possible."

On a locust tree not far away, Zhang Jiuyang leaned on the trunk, pinching the seal with one hand and drinking from a gourd in the other. Seeing that Sanbao was about to give up, he encouraged him.

As expected, after hearing this, Sanbao's trembling body stabilized again.

Zhang Jiuyang nodded, his willpower was good, and he had reached the requirements of practicing the Immortal Golden Body.

He had promised the nameless old monk that he would return this magical power to Baiyun Temple, and Sanbao was naturally the best choice.

All things are difficult at the beginning. The practice of the first level of Bronze Arhat is the most difficult, requiring sticks and boiling water baths. After all, Sanbao was too young, which was why he didn't teach him before, fearing that he couldn't help it.

But after observing for this period of time, he found that he underestimated the spiritual will of this little monk. The other party's heart of seeking the truth was very firm, and his soul was also different from ordinary people.

So Zhang Jiuyang no longer kept it to himself and taught him this magical power.

After an unknown period of time, Zhang Jiuyang put away the seal, and the automatically flying wooden stick fell to the ground and turned into pieces.

"Sir, the medicine soup is ready~"

Two strange-looking guys jumped in carrying a large bucket of medicine soup. They were in human form, with black faces, hairy bodies, and heels turned back. They smiled when they saw people.

This is a mountain spirit, also known as Xiaoyang, which was forcibly captured by Zhang Jiuyang using the technique of driving away gods and controlling ghosts in the 36 methods of the Jade Tripod.

This kind of monster called mountain spirit has a gentle temperament and likes to eat all kinds of herbs. Not only will it not hurt people, but sometimes if people get sick in the mountains, they will also send herbs for treatment.

Zhang Jiuyang captured them so that he could find herbs for Sanbao to prepare medicine soup.

After bathing in the boiling medicine soup, Sanbao's skin was red all over, like a red-hot prawn, but with a hint of brass-like luster.

What surprised Zhang Jiuyang the most was that no matter how painful it was, Sanbao always recited the Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, with a compassionate look in his eyes. He was calm and unmoved at a young age, and had the temperament of a high monk.

Perhaps it was this innate Buddha heart that made him progress rapidly in the practice of the Immortal Golden Body. After just the first medicinal bath, his body already had a hint of brass-like luster.

His progress was so fast that it was even better than Zhang Jiuyang's at the beginning.

After the practice, Sanbao was dressed neatly, and his temperament seemed to have changed slightly, appearing more dignified.

The mountain spirit bowed to Zhang Jiuyang and then fled away.

"Not bad, it seems that this magical power is very suitable for you. You have memorized the mantra of the heart method, and the rest depends on you."

Zhang Jiuyang jumped off the locust tree and landed lightly, as light as a feather.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, for teaching me the Dharma. I will definitely practice diligently and will never let this magical power down and bring down Brother Zhang's reputation!"

There was a hint of excitement in Sanbao's voice.

No matter how intelligent he was, he was only a child of fifteen or sixteen years old after all, and he still yearned for magical powers in his heart.

It wasn't that he didn't want to learn before, but the temple was too small, and even the master didn't know much magic, let alone this kind of powerful magical power.

Although he had just started, he felt that his body seemed to be full of strength, his strength increased greatly, his muscles and bones became more resilient, and even his magic power increased slightly. It was amazing!

Zhang Jiuyang touched his little bald head, and then looked up at the sky.

It was already Si time, close to noon. Normally, the sun should have been high, but now it was still gloomy and there was no sunshine.

It seemed that a layer of haze covered the sky, blocking the sunshine that should have been bright.

"Brother Zhang, the weather is so gloomy, it seems to be raining, do we still have to go into the mountains to find the master of fishing?"

Sanbao said with some worry.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were deep, and the Yin-Yang Tai Chi pattern flashed, as if he had penetrated the thick clouds and saw something above the clouds.

He showed a meaningful smile and said casually: "Of course I have to go. Falling flowers and people standing alone, light rain and swallows flying in pairs, it's only when it rains that there is artistic conception. It's just right to go to that master... and have a good talk."

"But this rain doesn't look like light rain..."

Sanbao whispered softly, but when he saw Zhang Jiuyang's figure had gone far away, he hurriedly followed him.

...

In a nameless deep mountain.

The old monk fishing by the green lake slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his turbid eyes, like the first thunder in the dark clouds.

"Interesting young man..."

His voice was very old, like an old dragon, full of vicissitudes and decay, low and hoarse, lifeless.

"It's rare for Taoism to have a figure, but it's a pity... you shouldn't interfere."

He shook his head and sighed, his voice full of sincere regret, and then he gently moved the fishing rod in his hand, and everything around him suddenly changed amazingly.

The originally green vegetation on the shore began to lose its luster, as if most of its vitality had been taken away by the fishing rod, and even the fish swimming in the water became sluggish.

The whole mountain has become a bit desolate, the vegetation is withered and lifeless.

The old monk who was fishing was full of vitality and full of vitality. His face, which was originally full of wrinkles and age spots, seemed to have become a bit younger.

It's as if this light fishing has taken away the life of the entire mountain.

Then the old monk raised his eyes and smiled slightly. Even his voice became much younger and no longer so hoarse.

"Since your Majesty is here, why not go fishing with me? Why hide it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures gradually appeared, turning from transparent to solid, as if they appeared out of thin air.

The Eight Hidden Techniques of the Thirty-Six Techniques of the Jade Cauldron!

There was a hint of surprise in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes. The Eight Hidden Earth Techniques were the most superior concealment and escape techniques in the Jade Cauldron Palace. Although he brought one person with him, with his current cultivation and attainment of this magic, even if he had opened it Real people in the Sixth Realm with Heavenly Eyes may not be able to detect clues.

But this old monk obviously noticed when he was close to a hundred feet, and the vitality from the world was drawn into him, which could enhance his strength and elevate his state to the peak.

Secondly, the vitality of hundreds of feet in the radius was affected by it, but Zhang Jiuyang was already in the Taoist state of subduing the white tiger. His body was watertight and his Qi was as immovable as a mountain, which just exposed his position.

Even if he doesn't take the initiative to show up, there is no secret in the eyes of the other party. It is better to remove the spell openly.

Third, it is a test of Zhang Jiuyang. If Zhang Jiuyang's vitality is also attracted by it, it means that he is far from his opponent. If he cannot be adjusted, he will be treated equally.

It has to be said that in this invisible confrontation, the other party had the upper hand.

The old monk cracked his eight hidden skills in a subtle way, and at the same time he was understated and unconventional. This old monk's rich experience in martial arts even surprised Zhang Jiuyang who had fought all the way.

What surprised Zhang Jiuyang even more was what the old monk said next.

"I haven't seen the Eight Hidden Arts of Jade Cauldron Palace for a long time. I never thought that there are still descendants of Jade Cauldron Palace who are still alive. I'm happy to celebrate."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes narrowed. He had cast the Jade Cauldron Palace's spell many times, and this was the first time his origin was revealed.

You know, the Jade Cauldron Palace has been destroyed for hundreds of years, and most of the inheritance has been cut off. Not to mention that you have never seen it in the world, some of them have even disappeared.

But this old monk revealed the truth with one word, which shows his rich experience and mysterious origins.

"I don't know the name of the master? How can I know the magic of Jade Cauldron Palace?"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly. Although the other party had some tricks and gave people an unpredictable feeling, he was still calm and calm, neither humble nor overbearing.

The inheritance of Jade Cauldron Palace is only one of his heritage.

The more powerful the old monk is, the more energetic he will be. After breaking through the realm, Yue Ling has been in retreat. He just wants to find a powerful opponent to test his current limit.

"name……"

The old monk's eyes flashed with memories, his temperament became more and more vicissitudes of life, and he let out a long sigh.

"Lao Na's name is not worth mentioning. Now there is only one Diaosouer."

Zhang Jiuyang did not ask further questions, but looked at his fishing rod and said with a smile: "The world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs. The master's fishing is extraordinary. He incorporates the vitality of all things in the world into his own life. It is life and death. Such domineering is not like Buddhism." What the eminent monk did.”

Zhang Jiuyang's words were like swords and he took the lead in launching the attack.

Monks want to be compassionate, but you forcefully plunder the energy of plants and creatures for your own use. What kind of compassion is that?

"Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs..."

The old monk was shocked when he heard these words. He pondered for a long time and looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a strange look in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that at such a young age, you would not only have astonishing cultivation, but also have such insights. It's really rare, rare."

After a pause, he smiled again and said, "But you are still in trouble."

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

The old monk rubbed his belly and said: "The world is not unkind, but it is really benevolent. You can only see that I have brought life to all living beings, the vegetation has withered, and the insects and birds have been devoured. But you cannot see that these dead creatures have been destroyed by me." Transcendence.”

"It is a great merit to be able to lend life to me. It can eliminate sins, get rid of cause and effect, jump out of the hell of reincarnation, and enjoy the bliss of the Western Heaven."

These words can be described as extremely loud and arrogant.

Although they are dead, dying for me is their merit and they will be able to transcend in the future.

Zhang Jiuyang laughed out loud and said, "Are you trying to tell me whether you are a Buddha?"

Apart from Buddha, he really couldn't think of anyone else who would dare to have such a loud tone?

Jigong liked to drink wine and eat meat. He once said that the chicken he ate would be saved after entering the temple of the five internal organs, and would no longer fall into the animal realm in the next life.

Even the legendary Living Buddha Jigong only dared to say that he would not fall into the animal realm. How dare this old monk say that he would enjoy the bliss of the West forever?

What a loud tone!

Faced with Zhang Jiuyang's doubts, even a famous monk would never dare to say that he was a Buddha. That would be a treasonous statement.

But the old monk smiled faintly, looked directly into Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, his voice was calm, but the content was like thunder.

"Why can't I be Buddha?"