The God and Buddha are actually me

Night.

The rosewood wing room in Baiyun Temple.

This place is usually used to invite distinguished guests to stay overnight. There is a faint sandalwood fragrance in the room. It is said that the incense burner burns a special incense called Bodhi wood, which is very precious and can help people calm down and sleep.

But Zhang Jiuyang did not fall asleep. After the routine practice, he poured the pure yang incense accumulated in these days into the sword of killing evil.

Clang!

The sword hairpin flew in the room, shuttling like lightning, and the red color on its body was gradually replaced by gold, and the pure yang energy became more and more intense.

The spirituality of this sword became more abundant, and it emitted bursts of clear sword sounds around Zhang Jiuyang, as if cheering and thanking.

Finally, after playing enough, it automatically rolled up Zhang Jiuyang's long hair and inserted it diagonally into the black hair, posing a Taoist hairpin shape.

Zhang Jiuyang slowly opened his eyes, and the dark room without candles seemed to light up in an instant, and the empty room was electrified.

The sword intent of Tiandun flashed by, like a startled wild goose passing by.

A very suppressed groan of pain suddenly sounded outside the window, and then there was a subtle sound of footsteps, as if trying to escape.

Zhang Jiuyang showed a sneer on his face, stepped forward lightly, and his body suddenly disappeared in the room.

One of the thirty-six methods of Yuding, the shrinking earth and walking!

This is a magical power of escape that can only be used on land, but it can be included in the thirty-six methods, which has its own unique features.

This technique was originally the magical power of Guigu Immortal Master, named shrinking the earth into an inch, which can shrink the mountains and rivers into an inch under your feet. One step out is the end of the world, and thousands of miles are within reach. It is actually a top magical power involving the avenue of space, and one of the strongest escape techniques in this world.

It’s a pity that the inheritance has been damaged over the long years, and it has become the shrinking earth and walking now. Although the speed is also very fast, it is no longer the same.

Of course, in the eyes of ordinary cultivators, this is already a very mysterious superior escape technique, just like changing shape and moving in an instant.

The scene in front of Zhang Jiuyang became very blurry, as if it was twisting and retreating.

In just a blink of an eye, he came to the side of the secret peeper and saw a fat monk with big ears.

The monk was wearing a brown monk robe, with a big belly, and looked very bloated, but his footsteps were extremely light. He stepped on the fallen leaves in the air and fled, as nimble as a swallow, which formed a sharp contrast with his fat body.

Zhang Jiuyang followed him, but he didn't notice it. In addition to the mystery of the shrinking earth, the main reason was that the fat monk's eyes were blind.

His eyes became bloody and blurred, because he was blinded by the sky escape sword intent in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes when he was peeping.

After practicing to Zhang Jiuyang's current realm, even a trace of essence overflowing could be a disaster for mortals.

This fat monk's cultivation level is only the third realm, but he is proficient in a very sophisticated breath-retaining technique, and he has also practiced the method of lifting and lightening his body to perfection. Moreover, he was spying from a distance of dozens of feet, which was considered cautious.

Unfortunately, he did not understand what a real person was.

The moment the other party spied through the wall, Zhang Jiuyang felt it in his heart and locked him with the mysterious aura, but he was practicing and was too lazy to pay attention to it for the time being.

In the end, Zhang Jiuyang did not deliberately target him, but after the practice, he naturally revealed a trace of sword intent, which made the fat monk blind.

"You are a smart man."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice suddenly sounded in the dark night, scaring the fat monk, his face turned pale, as if struck by lightning, and even the method of lifting and lightening his body went wrong, and he fell from the air.

Zhang Jiuyang fell gracefully, as elegant and elegant as a feather, without a trace of sound.

"Although you have lost your eyes, you can rely on hearing to identify the direction, and you are very familiar with the layout here. You should have been lurking in Baiyun Temple for a long time."

Plop!

The fat monk got up from the ground in a panic. He knelt on the ground without any hesitation.

"Master, spare my life. I am just curious about how you practice. I want to learn from you. Please spare my life for the sake of my blindness!"

He knocked his head hard, and the sound of "dong dong dong" continued to ring. Soon his forehead was full of blood.

Zhang Jiuyang just smiled faintly and said, "You are calm in the face of danger and well-trained. Not bad."

The fat monk's face was covered with sweat and his heart was full of despair.

With just a simple exchange, he could confirm that the other party was a very confident and determined person who would not be easily shaken.

Zhang Jiuyang was so young, and his cultivation was so high and his will was so strong that it was incredible.

Just when he was about to bite his teeth and commit suicide, he heard a sentence that shocked him so much that he didn't even care about the severe pain in his eyes.

"The Painted Skin is immortal, and my Lord is eternal."

The fat monk raised his head suddenly, and even though his eyes were bloody, he seemed to be able to feel his shock and disbelief.

Even the fat on his face was shaking violently.

"You, you, you are..."

"Yes, I was sent by my Lord. This time I came to Baiyun Temple to mobilize you, the hidden agents who have been buried for many years, to do one thing."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was very calm, but a smile flashed in his eyes.

After the Painted Skin Master was replaced by him, under his order, the hidden agents that the Painted Skin Master had buried in the major sects fell silent.

This fat monk is the Painted Skin lurking in Baiyun Temple. Now he has taken the seat of the Discipline Court and is the Painted Skin with the highest status in Baiyun Temple.

Zhang Jiuyang had already noticed him when he arrived during the day. Unfortunately, the status difference between the two parties was too big. Although the fat monk was the canon of the Discipline Academy, he was not qualified to stand beside him.

I didn't expect that the other party was so bold and dared to come and spy at night.

"My Lord...my Lord still remembers us!!"

After the fat monk learned that Zhang Jiuyang was one of his own, not only did he not have any resentment, he was actually very excited, with blood and tears in his eyes, pious and fanatical.

As a painted skin, he has absolute loyalty to the owner of the painted skin. Not to mention just a pair of eyes, even if he is asked to kill his parents, he will not show mercy at all.

"My subordinates pay homage to the Holy Envoy!!"

The fat monk had no doubts about Zhang Jiuyang's identity, because the words just now, "If the painted skin does not die, my lord will live forever" was the secret order to wake up these secret disciples.

Zhang Jiuyang knows this secret order, which shows that he is indeed the master of painting skin, and he is highly regarded.

"The order is for you to be silent, why did you come to pry rashly?"

Zhang Jiuyang's voice had a hint of majesty and was very indifferent.

Hearing this, the fat monk felt ashamed and said: "To return to the Holy Envoy, I acted without permission this time. The abbot of Baiyun Temple died suddenly and his head was cut off. This matter is really too big. I want to collect more useful information. So that I can pass it on to my lord.”

Zhang Jiuyang nodded, already understanding what he was thinking.

The abbot of Baiyun Temple was as powerful as the Painted Skin Master, but he died so miserably. The fat monk was keenly aware that this was very valuable information.

That's why he came to spy on his own initiative, hoping to get more information from Zhang Jiuyang.

After all, Yue Ling has a reputation for being vicious, so it is easier for Zhang Jiuyang to attack him.

"Hmph, no action is allowed without orders. If my lord's important event is delayed because of you, can you afford to delay it? I'll give you a lesson by scrapping these tricks."

"But for the sake of your loyalty, I will give you another chance."

Zhang Jiuyang gently tapped the gourd on his waist, and two drops of jade liquid flew out from it and fell into the fat monk's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, his blind eyes recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his vision returned to him a moment later.

"Thank you Holy Envoy, thank you Holy Envoy!!!"

The fat monk quickly kowtowed in gratitude and looked very excited.

"As long as the Holy Envoy has instructions, my subordinates will definitely die without mercy!"

There was a hint of fanaticism in his voice, and he had been completely brainwashed and became the most devout believer of the Painted Skin Master.

"Okay, there is something you need to do immediately..."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and told the next arrangement. The fat monk kept it in mind, bowed and left, and disappeared into the night.

"Madam, what do you think of my method?"

In the night, a figure slowly appeared. She was holding a dragon bird knife and leaning against the wall. She had been looking at it for an unknown amount of time. Her cold eyes were so sharp that it was difficult to look directly at her.

"We're not married yet, Zhang Jiuyang, if you keep yelling, be careful of me -"

"Why are you yelling? In the gourd, you gritted your teeth and said nothing at first, but then you couldn't even shout loudly like we are fair..."

There was a playful smile on Zhang Jiuyang's face. For some reason, after experiencing the dual cultivation of the gourd, every time he saw Yue Ling's awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty, his heart swayed slightly.

Only he in the world knows what a graceful and delicate body is under this cold and hard armor. When the female general's handsome and majestic face is covered with red clouds, and her determined eyes become blurred, how beautiful she is. tempting.

The two of them had a good rapport, but Yue Ling couldn't notice the strangeness in his eyes. She immediately bit her silver teeth and raised her eyebrows.

The snow-white jade hand has been pressed on the handle of Longque knife.

Zhang Jiuyang's back felt cold, and then he suddenly remembered that Yue Ling, who had the visualization diagram of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl, seemed to be better than him now...

If he uses all his means now, he can beat the ordinary Six Realms, and Yue Ling can now be regarded as the best among the Six Realms.

There is also a Xuannv weapon talisman, which has many magical uses.

A wry smile appeared on his face. Could this be considered shooting himself in the foot?

"General Yue, spare your life, I understand your mistake!"

Well, give in first, and then find your place again when it's time for the bridal chamber.

A smile appeared on the corner of Yue Ling's mouth, he let go of the handle of the Dragon Bird knife, and said, "You know what's going on."

Just in a daze, thinking of the wonderful and novel experience in Huzhong, a strange emotion inevitably arose in her heart, and a tingling feeling rippled through her body.

Her pupils moved slightly, and she quickly ended the topic that made her heart beat slightly faster.

"Zhang Jiuyang, I discovered something very wrong."

"What happened?"

Yue Ling looked solemn and said word by word: "Do you still remember what the abbot...is called?"

Zhang Jiuyang said a little strangely: "It's not called Tong..."

His voice stopped suddenly, and his pupils trembled slightly.

No, why is the name of the abbot starting to become a little blurry in my memory?

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