The God and Buddha are actually me

Yongzhou, above the clouds.

Zhang Jiuyang and his party rode the clouds and mist, heading towards the direction of Baiyun Temple.

As he flew, he looked at the scenery of Yongzhou below. Looking around, most of the place was Gobi, and the ground was full of gullies, just like the loess plateau on the earth in the previous life.

Trees and water sources were very scarce on the barren land, which also led to most villages and cities living by the water.

The closer to the west of Yongzhou, the hotter the weather seemed to be, which was completely different from Jizhou where it was already snowing. He even saw that there were people working under the scorching sun with their upper bodies naked.

Jizhou was bitterly cold, and Yongzhou was suffering from drought.

But no matter how difficult the environment was, there were always people on the earth, who were struggling to survive, and were incredibly tenacious.

Zhang Jiuyang was moved. He was now standing in the sky, riding the clouds and mist like an immortal, but once upon a time, he was also one of the people.

With a thought, he cast the spell of praying for rain in Yuding Palace, and summoned rain, which sprinkled on the world like silver threads.

Indistinctly, he seemed to hear people cheering.

Although the rain would soon dissipate and could not substantially change the drought in Yongzhou, when he heard those happy laughters, Zhang Jiuyang felt that it was meaningful.

If one six realms can't change, what about ten six realms? What about a hundred?

If the six realms don't work, what about the seven realms, eight realms, or even nine realms?

In addition to pursuing self-transcendence, immortals should perhaps do something for the world that nurtured them.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang wanted to create a sect and gather some like-minded people.

Tongji was stunned by Zhang Jiuyang's behavior for a moment, and then his eyes showed appreciation.

He was about to say something, but his face suddenly changed.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

...

A distant bell sounded, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Tongji's expression suddenly became very solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "No, this is the golden Buddha bell of my Baiyun Temple. It's not the hour of the twilight now, why is it ringing suddenly?"

There is a saying in Baiyun Temple that the morning bell and evening drum are rung every morning and evening. One means opening the mountain gate, and the other means closing the mountain gate.

If the bell is rung outside these two time periods, it often means that something big has happened in the temple, and the monks nearby need to go back immediately.

Zhang Jiuyang said without any nonsense, "In this case, let's hurry up!"

He pointed his finger, and a figure flew out of the treasure gourd on his waist, swelled against the wind, with a golden luster flowing all over his body. Although he had no wings, he could fly with the wind.

It was the golden python.

This python originally had a trace of ancient blood, and was a species born and raised. In the gourd world, it also became the creator python god, and was nourished by purple air. Now there is a trace of atavism.

It even developed a special ability.

Everyone stepped on the mountain-like head of the golden python, and then there were lightning and thunder around, and the wind was howling. The void actually cracked a gap, which was as black as ink, full of mystery and unknown.

Then the golden python roared and drilled into the gap. In an instant, the gap closed automatically, and the thunder and wind disappeared. Everything returned to calm.

"Dad, look!"

On the ground, a child who liked to look up at the sky was shocked and shouted loudly to his father who was working.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a dragon. There was a dragon in the clouds just now. I saw it. It was golden and so big!"

The man looked up. At this moment, the wind stopped and the rain dispersed. In the sky, there was only a wisp of clouds and a dazzling sun.

"You idiot, you are talking nonsense again!"

"I'm not talking nonsense. There is a dragon. Whoever lies will die!"

A moment later, a child's miserable cry sounded in the field.

...

On the mountain peak in Baiyun Temple

At this moment, the painting "Five Hundred Arhats Conquering Demons" on the stone wall has been completely changed. The three-eyed Arhat has had his eyes dug out, the long-eared Arhat has become deaf, the sleeping Arhat can never wake up again, and the wine god Arhat has been roasted to remove all the alcohol.

The five hundred Arhats, who were originally in different postures and lifelike, have now lost their charm and become very dull and lifeless.

Tianzun gently moved his wrist, as if he had just finished a warm-up.

He looked at the mural again and sighed softly.

"Although it is fake, it is almost indistinguishable from the real thing under the brush of the painting saint. It's a pity for a famous painting handed down from generation to generation."

He didn't stay for too long and walked straight towards the mural.

Just when he was about to hit the stone wall, his figure flowed into the mural like a stream of water and disappeared.

In the painting "Five Hundred Arhats Conquering Demons", a mysterious man in black robes suddenly appeared.

In the world of the painting, Tianzun looked around at the world, the mountains and waters, the clouds, birds, flowers and fish, which were no different from the real world.

Even with his eyes, he could not see any flaws, which shows the wonderful skills of the painting saint.

It is really a paradise on earth, a fairyland on earth.

Tianzun looked in one direction, where there was a lake, reflecting the distant mountains, and the scenery was very beautiful.

He walked to the lake, looked at the reflection in the water, and smiled faintly.

"It's hidden a lot of thoughts."

The next moment he stretched out his hand and moved the distant mountain, as if it was pushed by a giant and moved its position.

In an instant, the reflection in the lake changed, and combined with the mountain, it happened to be a giant Buddha.

The Buddha smiled and showed mercy.

Wow!

A portal suddenly appeared in the middle of the lake, full of dim light. It was hard to tell what was inside, but it seemed to have infinite attraction.

Tianzun stepped on the blue waves and walked towards the portal step by step.

Passing through the door is the real holy land of Baiyun Temple.

The so-called holy land has always been hidden in the painting, and there are mechanisms. It needs to move mountains to the right position before it can be opened. This is the secret of Baiyun Temple that has been passed down for thousands of years, but Tianzun knows it like the back of his hand.

However, just as he was about to step into the door, something happened.

The stone Buddha suddenly lowered his giant hand and smashed it at Tianzun with his finger holding a flower. The Buddha's light was brilliant and his magic power was boundless, as if the hand of the god fell from the sky to subdue the devil.

But when the Buddha's hand was about to fall on Tianzun's head, it suddenly turned into petals, floating slowly in the air, with the sunset, the scenery was very beautiful.

"If you like picking flowers, then become a flower."

Tianzun slowly raised his eyes, looked at the figure standing solemnly on the Buddha's head in the distance, and smiled slightly.

"Tonghui, I didn't expect you to notice it. You have made great progress in these years. You have practiced silent meditation for 32 years, just for the thunder sound, breaking through the seventh realm. Listen to my advice, don't waste it here."

On the Buddha's head, Tonghui, with a fluttering white beard, held a nine-ring tin staff, and his eight-treasure cassock moved without wind. There was a flash of anger in his eyes, but more of it was solemn.

The opening of the holy land alarmed him in retreat, and when he arrived, the five hundred arhats were already dead or injured.

At that moment, even if he had achieved the emptiness of the spiritual platform and a calm mind, he couldn't help but feel thunderous anger.

Although these five hundred arhats were noisy and often liked to quarrel, many monks in Baiyun Temple grew up under their care and teaching.

Over the long years of thousands of years, the Arhats in the murals have long regarded Baiyun Temple as their home, and generations of monks have also regarded them as elders and masters.

But he also knew very well that the mysterious man in front of him, who was completely unfathomable, was so powerful that he was probably the most powerful enemy Baiyun Temple had ever encountered.

Without any hesitation, seeing that Tianzun was about to enter the door, Tonghui suddenly shook the tin staff in his hand, inserted it into the stone, and then flew up and sat on the tin staff.

Crash!

The nine-ring tin staff rang, and an astonishing power spread out, shaking the petals that were still falling into pieces and blowing the robes of Tianzun.

Boom!

The world in the painting suddenly became bright with Buddha light, Sanskrit sounds like thunder, and a vast Zen meaning rushed into the sky. A huge Buddha statue appeared behind Tonghui, as if he was about to speak.

Tianzun's footsteps paused slightly, and a ripple appeared in his eyes, as if he was aroused.

Silent Zen is a very special practice in Buddhism. Buddhism believes that the reincarnation of all sentient beings is caused by the three karmas of body, speech and mind. If these three karmas are eliminated, liberation can be achieved quickly.

Among them, the practice of silent Zen is to reduce the karma of speech.

The mouth is the gateway to the heart. When the mouth is closed, the heart is calm. When this place is quiet, everything is a scene; when this mouth is closed, all sounds are wonderful; when this heart is calm, everything is lovely.

It seems not difficult, but it is extremely difficult to practice it all the time, even when sleeping, you can't speak. It can only be practiced by those with great perseverance and willpower.

A Buddhist monk once said that if you don't speak for 20 years, even Buddha can't do anything to you in the future.

The longer you practice silent Zen, the less karma you will have. The spirit is hidden deep in the Danzhong acupoint in the chest, just like a dam that accumulates thousands of hectares of waves.

When he opened his mouth again, the dam collapsed instantly. Decades of accumulation burst out at this moment, breaking the golden bell, breaking the jade gate, and making a sound of the sun, changing the world.

Tonghui has been practicing for a full thirty-two years. The power he has accumulated is so amazing. At this moment, his power is broken, and the energy that bursts out even makes the world in the painting begin to shake and crumble.

It seems that the whole world cannot bear the weight of his words.

"Buddha! Dharma! Boundless!!!"

Boom!

As the voice fell, the stone Buddha actually shed its stone body, stood up in trembling, and the eternal golden light flowed all over his body.

He used the only remaining Buddha's hand to smash towards Tianzun again. This time, the Buddha's hand became bigger and bigger, almost covering the entire sky and spreading throughout the world in the painting.

There was no sun or moon in the sky, only Buddha's light.

Before the Buddha's hand arrived, the lake under Tianzun's feet had already begun to sink. The terrifying pressure almost split the lake in half. The whole earth sank slightly, and a huge palm print emerged.

The Buddha's Dharma is boundless, turn back and you will be on the shore.

If you don't turn back, you will be beheaded.

Tianzun looked up at the desperate Buddha's hand, and felt the amazing and incredible Buddha's power, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"What a good silent Zen. If you use it to break through the realm, I'm afraid you can really step into the seventh realm. What a pity."

After thirty-two years of silent Zen, the first sentence when he opened his mouth almost touched the realm of saying what comes out and what comes out. Unfortunately, Tonghui didn't use it to break through the realm, but forcibly raised the Buddha's power to the peak, and wanted to fight him to the death.

This palm has the power of the seventh realm.

"It's a pity that even the Buddha, who has boundless Buddha's Dharma, died in the time inn."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dazzling golden body of the Buddha's hand began to appear rotten and moldy, as if it had experienced the erosion of time and vicissitudes in an instant.

Every breath is a thousand years in a flash.

Just when the Buddha's hand was about to fall on Tianzun, the golden color had completely disappeared, replaced by mottled traces of time and a smell of decay.

With a click, the Buddha's hand collapsed and turned into dust floating in the air, just like the yellow sand in Yongzhou that never retreats all year round.

Puff!

Abbot Tonghui suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his momentum plummeted, and he became very weak, even his originally bright eyes became turbid.

He looked at Tianzun in shock and murmured: "Confusing the cause and effect... Who are you?"

Confusing the cause and effect and the silent meditation are his two most proficient magical powers, but ironically, the other party's means of breaking his silent meditation for 32 years is to confuse the cause and effect.

Moreover, the other party's attainments in this art can be said to have reached the pinnacle. He has practiced for a lifetime, but he can't even compare to him.

"Who am I..."

Hearing this question, Tianzun's eyes were filled with ripples, and he did not speak for a long time, as if he was recalling the long and unforgettable years.

After a long time, he looked at Abbot Tonghui and said, "You have practiced for a lifetime, and you can be considered a Buddhist monk. In this case..."

He waved his sleeves, dispelling the clouds and smoke around him, revealing the black robe and the bronze mask under the black robe.

Then, he stretched out his slender hand and slowly took off his mask.

When his appearance was completely exposed to the sun, Tonghui's pupils shook violently, even more shocked than seeing his silent meditation broken.

A generation of Buddhist monks, at this moment, completely lost his concentration, as if struck by lightning, his body trembled, and even his words trembled.

"You, you, how could it be possible..."

"You... are still alive..."

Tianzun put on the mask again, and then stretched out a hand to touch Tonghui's head, and there seemed to be a deep emotion hidden in his calm voice.

"Of course I'm still alive. I've always been alive."

"Those who want me dead will be disappointed."

...

In the void, the golden python shuttled like lightning.

This is the magical power of traveling through the void. Its bloodline is very extraordinary. It can actually involve the way of space and derive this magical power.

In terms of speed, it is even faster than the sword-controlling technique of the sword pavilion. Of course, it also consumes a lot of its mana. If it is not urgent, it will not be used easily.

It took only a few breaths for the golden python to fly out of the dark void turbulence and return to the real world.

At this moment, they have already reached the sky above Baiyun Temple.

A thousand miles away, it arrived in an instant.

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