The God and Buddha are actually me

The tail of lightning burned the black clouds, and the foot of rain flew silver lines.

The people of Shigu Town were shocked by the thunder. The dark clouds above their heads blocked the sunlight, as if there was a cage lying in the sky.

The heavy rain fell. The terrain of Shigu Town was originally low-lying. Under the heavy rain, the accumulated water increased rapidly and began to spread into the house.

People closed the doors and windows to try to block the water flow, but many households had earth walls, which began to collapse in pieces after being washed by the water flow.

The crying of children, the panicked cry of women for help, the impatient shouting of men, the weak whimpering of the elderly...

These sounds were drowned out by the violent rain, as if this heavy rain was going to extinguish all the sounds in the world.

...

Baiyun Temple, on the lonely peak.

A black-robed monk riding on a tiger suddenly opened his eyes. There was thunder flashing in his left eye, and golden flames boiling in his right eye.

The Buddhist beads in his hand paused slightly, and the black-robed monk's sight seemed to have traveled thousands of miles and saw the dark cloud with traces of magic power.

After counting with his fingers, it should be Shigu Town on the border of Yongzhou.

"Qiangwei, listen, the sound of Shigu Town."

The black-robed monk suddenly spoke, his voice was magnetic and majestic, like a huge bell.

"Yes, master!"

The tiger actually spoke, and it was a woman's voice. It leaned its head against the ground, as if listening to something.

After a while, the tiger replied: "Master, Shigu Town seems to have a flood. I heard many people calling for help... Strange..."

It paused, and it was about to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"I seem to feel a trace of... my father's breath."

The black-robed monk's eyes flashed, and he said: "He has also arrived in Yongzhou. If it is really him, then your revenge... can be avenged today."

After that, he turned around and looked at the stone wall behind him.

There is a mural on the stone wall, which depicts the five hundred arhats of Buddhism. They are densely packed, but each one has a different expression and is lifelike.

Under the gaze of the black-robed monk, the five hundred arhats in the painting actually changed their expressions.

"Tongji, go and take a look. The holy land is guarded by us, so don't worry."

The white-browed arhat's eyes moved, and he suddenly spoke with a kind and compassionate voice.

"Haha, go with peace of mind. If any thieves dare to come, I will eat him as a drink!"

The one who spoke was the wine god arhat. In the painting, he was holding a wine jar. It is said that he has natural magical powers. The more he drinks, the stronger his magic power becomes.

His personality is even more generous and generous, and he hates evil as much as his enemies.

"Go and come back quickly."

"Go."

"With us here, no one can break the formation..."

"I seem to feel the magic power of Buddhism, be careful about everything."

The voices were a bit noisy, and the arhats spoke one after another, urging Tongji to go over and see the situation quickly.

Tongji, the head monk of the Demon Subduing Court of Baiyun Temple, bowed to the murals of the Arhats, and then the tiger under his crotch stepped on the wind and flew away. The speed was very fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After Tongji left, the Arhats in the painting began to discuss.

"The other party seems to be quite powerful. Will Tongji encounter any problems?"

"Hehe, he has practiced the Ming Wang Fa and has that treasure to protect him. There are only a handful of people in the world who can threaten him."

"I heard that the one from the Imperial Observatory has also practiced the Ming Wang Fa to the sixth level. Who do you think is the real one between her and Tongji..."

"Hush, be careful!"

At this moment, a deep and majestic voice sounded. It was a majestic Arhat with dragons and snakes wrapped around his body. He had a square face and looked very solemn.

"Our duty is to protect the holy land. The rest of the things cannot be thought of, imagined, or even said."

The speaker was Tianlong Luohan, who was known as the leader of the five hundred arhats of Buddhism. He was the first to achieve enlightenment, had the strongest ability, and the highest prestige. He was ranked first among the five hundred arhats. It is said that he was only half a step away from attaining the status of a bodhisattva.

Tianlong Luohan spoke, and the other arhats followed his orders.

In a moment, the painting "The Enlightenment of the Five Hundred Arhats" became quiet. The lonely peak was quiet, with only the faint sound of the wind...

Shigu Town.

The people had fallen into despair, and the invisible monsters on their shoulders were even more furious and roared continuously.

They constantly affected the emotions of the people. Even at the last moment of their lives, they wanted to have a good meal.

Many people began to have red eyes and violent tempers.

In order to fight for a piece of wood or a piece of high ground, some people actually started to fight, even if they were good neighbors or friends who had eaten and drank together.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the sky suddenly brightened.

Everyone looked up and was stunned. It was a... gourd?

A huge gourd gushing out thousands of brilliant lights rose to the sky, collecting rainwater from all directions like a whale sucking water.

The rain stopped.

Even the accumulated water on the ground began to be absorbed by the gourd, as if there was an endless space in it that could accommodate everything in the world.

The speed of the rain falling obviously could not keep up with the speed of the gourd collecting, and the heavy rain became more and more decadent.

The people cheered immediately, and the anger in their eyes quietly dissipated.

A terrible disaster seemed to have been successfully prevented.

"If you borrow, you must return. Young man, you borrowed my rainwater, so use this gourd to return it. It just so happens that my vegetable garden in the Western Regions is still short of a gourd ladle for watering."

Beside the clear water, Venerable Gesang's expression was still calm. His palm trembled slightly, and the next moment, figures emerged on the water.

That was the reflection of Shigu Town.

In the reflection, the people of Shigu Town were celebrating loudly, worshiping the gourd, and were glad that they had escaped death.

But the next moment, a fish hook fell from the sky, as if a god was fishing in the clouds, and hooked a corner of the purple gold gourd.

Zhang Jiuyang's face changed.

What a powerful method, this pond seemed to have become a world, trapping the entire Shigu Town in it.

There was already a hint of the meaning of drawing a line on the ground as a prison, and the Buddha Kingdom in the palm.

Venerable Gesang was indeed worthy of his reputation. He was surprised as soon as he made a move. This magical power contained the wonders of space, which was quite a bit of the meaning of the Buddhist saying that one flower is one world, and one leaf is one bodhi.

The fish hook burst into golden light, wrapped around the treasure gourd, and slowly lifted it up.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes condensed. If this continued, the treasure gourd would be fished out of the water and forcibly taken away by him. He had to stop it.

"I don't believe that you can really fish a world?"

He snorted coldly, formed a seal with his hands, communicated with the soul imprint in the gourd, and poured a vast amount of pure yang magic power into it, making it shine brightly.

The purple gold gourd was transformed from the corpse of a god, and contained the world of heaven and earth. Now it has been nourished by the innate purple qi, and has evolved the prototype of the heavenly way again, with greatly increased power.

The weight alone is almost endless.

Under Zhang Jiuyang's control, the treasure gourd that was originally fished away became heavier and heavier, and almost every moment it could increase the weight of a mountain.

With such accumulation, even a strong man like Gesang began to feel a little tired holding the fishing rod, his forearm trembled slightly, and he frowned.

The weight of this gourd far exceeded his imagination.

More importantly, through this fight, he felt the power of Zhang Jiuyang's pure Yang magic. Although the opponent was only at the level of nurturing a holy fetus, the purity of his magic was far beyond his expectations.

You know, he practiced the supreme and unique skill of Nalanda Temple, "The Moonlight Bodhisattva Glazed Heart Sutra"!

His master, Venerable Jialie, practiced this skill. When he fought with Master Miao, he was not at a disadvantage. He fought for three hundred rounds before losing by one move.

But now he suddenly found that the opponent's magic power seemed to be more powerful than Master Miao at that time in terms of purity!

So even if his magic power was much stronger than the opponent's, he could not take it down in a short time.

Coupled with the power of the gourd itself, it was deadlocked there for a while.

"Fall!"

Zhang Jiuyang let out a long roar, his clothes were fluttering, and his hair was dancing with the wind. Under the 100% power, the purple gold gourd became bigger and bigger and slowly fell from the air.

Snap!

The hook popped out of the water, splashing water.

It was off the hook.

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of Venerable Gesang, but it was fleeting, and was submerged by turbidity and vicissitudes. He looked up at Zhang Jiuyang and said only four words.

"Young people are to be feared."

He had some advantages in breaking the Eight Hidden Techniques before, but the two did not fight directly at that time, but were calm and stopped at the right time.

At this moment of close combat, he realized that he still underestimated the young but profound and powerful Yuding Palace heir in front of him.

Even the Miao Master Miao of the year was no more than this.

Zhang Jiuyang did not show any pride or joy, but his expression became more solemn. He could feel that Venerable Gesang did not use his full strength just now, and there were still many reservations.

The other party seemed to be afraid of something and did not dare to use all his strength, otherwise he might not be able to save the gourd. The other party's magic power was too vast, as majestic as the sea and as powerful as thunder. After six hundred years of accumulation, Zhang Jiuyang felt inferior.

"I haven't asked for your name yet?"

It was not until this moment that Venerable Gesang truly recognized that Zhang Jiuyang was qualified to be his enemy and was an opponent who needed to be taken seriously.

Before this, he was in a state of mind facing the younger generation. Even if he was surprised at the other party's profound Taoism, he only looked at him a little higher and didn't even bother to ask his name.

But now he took the initiative to ask.

"I am Zhang Jiuyang, a nobody, not worth mentioning."

"Zhang Jiuyang..."

Venerable Gesang frowned slightly. When he woke up this time and entered the Central Plains, he had heard of the names of several geniuses, among which the most famous was a woman named Yue Ling.

The name Zhang Jiuyang had not been heard of yet.

"Yuding Palace has found a good successor, but unfortunately... he will die here today."

"It's not certain who will die. If you die, the consequences will be more serious. The Sixteen Kingdoms in the Western Regions will probably fall into civil strife immediately, and the inheritance of Nalanda Temple will probably be cut off."

Mr. Meng said that when the two-faced Buddha rebelled against the temple, he killed all the fellow disciples of Nalanda Temple, and then absorbed their skills with magic.

Nalanda Temple is strict in accepting disciples, and pays attention to fate. It would rather have no disciples than have bad ones. Now, the disciples were caught in one net.

In other words, if Venerable Gesang died in the Central Plains, the Nalanda Temple, a sacred place of Tantric Buddhism that has been passed down for thousands of years, would be cut off.

This is a desperate duel between two ancient inheritances.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that Master Miao is still alive, and he is not my master, but my senior brother."

Venerable Gesang's pupils condensed, and even the hand holding the fishing rod trembled slightly.

"Some time ago, my senior brother and I killed Mahakala's incarnation together. My senior brother was so eager to fight that he simply charged into Mahakala's realm to settle accounts with Mahakala's real body."

"So even if you kill me, the inheritance of Jade Cauldron Palace will not be interrupted. On the contrary, when my senior brother comes back, I am afraid he will come to you to reminisce about old times. You are old friends. You should know his temper."

Zhang Jiuyang talks eloquently, but the words he speaks are heart-wrenching.

Venerable Kelsang was silent for a while and said: "No wonder Mahakala was so quiet during this period. He didn't respond at all, and he didn't even eat the incense offered on the altar."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes moved, and he felt a little excited in his heart.

Senior brother is mighty!

He has been worried about his senior brother. After all, he lost any news after entering the Mahakala Dharma Realm. Even the hair of the incarnation outside his body cannot sense his senior brother's true body.

But after hearing the words of Venerable Kelsang, Zhang Jiuyang was finally relieved.

It seems that the senior brother is making a big fuss in the Krishna Dharma Realm. Mahakala Buddha may not be at ease, so much so that he doesn't even want the incense for worship.

"Zhenzhen Zhang, no matter whether Master Miao is really alive or not, you can't save them today. Do you still remember the red line I drew on that stone?"

Zhang Jiuyang was startled.

"Lao Na said that the red line is the high point of the water surface. The county magistrate was greedy and built it high, and the water level will naturally rise accordingly. This is God's will and you can't stop it."

As he spoke, the reflection on the pool changed and fell into the county government warehouse.

The county magistrate and the police officers had not slept all night after being threatened by Zhang Jiuyang yesterday. They are still standing in the warehouse on duty. Although there are many gold and silver treasures around, they dare not take a tael.

Because there is a painting hanging on the wall not far away.

The tiger in the painting turns its eyes slightly, as if staring at a few people, and squats down slightly as if hunting, with evil energy coming from the painting.

It seemed as if if they dared to steal something, a tiger would jump out of the painting and bite them all to death.

Suddenly, the tiger in the painting seemed to feel something. He moved his eyes away from the people and stared at the stone.

There was a faint dragon roar in the stone.

With lightning and thunder outside, heavy rain and strong winds, the stone roared, and a figure flew out from it. It was actually a young dragon!

"The stone is not a stone, and it has a second meaning. It refers to both Shigu Town and this piece of bluestone. I sat on the stone and fished for several days. What I fished was not fish, but dragon veins."

"Zhenzhen Zhang, I wonder if the tiger you painted can swallow a dragon?"

roar!

A tiger roared, domineering.

An eye-catching big tiger with a white forehead leaps out of the painting, stepping on the strong wind with its feet. It is majestic and full of kingly aura. The roar of the tiger makes the whole warehouse rumble.

The dragon follows the clouds, the tiger follows the wind.

Who is the hero in a fight between dragon and tiger?