The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the words in the bronze mirror. After a brief hesitation, he tentatively followed the instructions on it.

Strangely enough, after he took twelve steps forward and then four steps to the left, the bronze figure on the surrounding stone walls that was about to walk out actually slowly disappeared again.

At this moment, there was a wall in front of him, a solid stone wall that even the Sword of the Evil Slayer could not cut through.

However, looking at the three words "wall-penetrating" on the bronze mirror, he still stepped forward.

There was no expected collision, but it seemed as if he was trapped in a ball of soft cotton. His eyes turned slightly and he came to a brand new tunnel.

At this time, new words began to appear on the bronze mirror.

"Six steps forward, three steps to the left, one step forward, turn right..."

In this way, he followed the guidance of the bronze mirror and began to walk through the intricate tunnels, which was really dazzling.

At this moment, he finally understood why Baiyun Temple prohibited disciples from coming here. The stone wall in front of the inheritance of the unique skills was fine, but the tunnels here were connected in all directions, and if you were not careful, you would get lost here.

What's more terrifying is that if there is no method to break the formation, a steady stream of bronze men will appear on the surrounding stone walls, performing 72 unique skills, and will never die. Even if you are a sixth-level real person, you will eventually be exhausted to death here.

Zhang Jiuyang began to worry about Yue Ling, wondering how she is now and whether she can hold on.

In this way, he walked for about a moment, and after passing through another stone wall, his eyes suddenly opened up.

He entered a huge cave, and there were many Buddhist murals in front of him. Some of them had lost their color after years of erosion, but they had an ancient and profound atmosphere.

At this moment, he seemed to be in the grottoes of Dunhuang in his previous life. Every mural that caught his eye was a rare treasure, a dialogue between ancient and modern times.

These murals all have a common protagonist - Buddha.

The first painting is a picture of the birth of Buddha. In the painting is a baby boy who is born without crying or making a fuss. There is an innate compassion in his pure eyes, and a five-colored Buddha light can be vaguely seen behind his head, but everyone turns a blind eye to it.

The second painting shows the Buddha in his youth. He talks with flowers, birds, insects and fish, makes friends with birds and beasts, and often looks at the sun and the moon, sitting for a whole day.

The Buddha in the third painting has grown into a handsome young man. As a prince of the country, he is well-dressed and well-fed, and has a high position and power, but he often feels confused and lonely, and always looks at the suffering people with a compassionate look.

The Buddha in the fourth painting is married and has his own children, but the confusion in his eyes is even greater, and even in the extreme confusion, there is a hint of determination.

In the fifth painting, the Buddha abandoned the prince's throne and chose to leave, and began to practice various asceticisms. He ate bark, grass roots, and wild fruits to fill his stomach, and ate one grain of hemp, one grain of wheat, and one grain of rice every day. He entered into a state of meditation in the wind, frost, rain, and snow, and entered into the state of the four meditations, and achieved the state of anāgāmin.

In the sixth painting, the Buddha himself was starving to skin and bones, but when he saw the eagle was about to starve to death, he still chose to cut meat to feed the eagle.

The seventh, the eighth, the ninth...

When Zhang Jiuyang saw the tenth painting, he paused for a long time. It was a picture of the Buddha attaining enlightenment under the Bodhi tree. He sat in meditation for seven days and seven nights, and finally became enlightened to the world. There was infinite Buddha light behind him, and the whole world seemed to resonate with it.

The eleventh to nineteenth pictures were all pictures of the Buddha preaching. There were more and more believers under his command, and they gradually became a vast ocean. Buddhism also flourished.

However, in the twentieth picture, which was also the last picture, everything changed dramatically.

The Buddha passed away.

The Buddha, who had attained infinite merits and tremendous Buddha power, became old for some reason. He sat under the Bodhi tree again, as if he wanted to realize the wonderful Dharma again like before, but this time, he did not welcome the sudden enlightenment of reaching the world, but... being eaten by 86,000 evil ghosts and demons.

The Buddha was still so calm and peaceful. Even though his flesh was torn off, his bones were bitten off, and his blood was sucked dry, he remained calm and motionless, and even his eyes were so compassionate.

Finally, the 86,000 demons dispersed, leaving only a skull. The skull shone in all directions and finally turned into a pale golden stone wall, about six feet high, like a door.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiuyang was shocked and three words emerged... Huashou Gate!

It turned out that Huashou Gate was transformed from the skull of the Buddha?

But why was the Buddha eaten by demons? Why didn't he resist?

He hurriedly looked around, trying to find the pale golden stone wall that the Buddha had transformed into, which was also the legendary Huashou Gate.

But unfortunately, there was nothing around, and there was no Huashou Gate, but he seemed to see traces of moving on the ground.

Could it be that the Huashou Gate, which was originally placed in the holy land, was moved away by Tianzun?

Indeed, there seemed to be no damage here. It seemed that Tianzun's goal was the Huashou Gate.

According to legend, Huashou Gate is the gateway to the Western Paradise. When the Buddha passed away, he said that thousands of years later, a future Buddha would come to the world, knock on this gate, and inherit his mantle.

Zhang Jiuyang didn't know whether this legend was true or not, but judging from Mahakala's plan, Huashou Gate was indeed the gateway to the Western Paradise, and it was also the only passage for the Buddhas to come to the world in their true bodies.

What he didn't expect was that this gateway turned out to be the Buddha's skull.

The bronze mirror in his hand became hot again, and Zhang Jiuyang saw another line of text on it.

"Under the fourteenth painting, dig three feet."

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly, and did not do it immediately, but asked the bronze mirror back.

"Who are you?"

The bronze mirror did not answer, but continued to urge.

"Your companions can no longer hold on."

Zhang Jiuyang no longer hesitated. He walked to the fourteenth painting, observed it briefly, and then started digging.

The fourteenth painting was a picture of the Buddha preaching. He sat on a lotus platform and preached to the believers. A flower floated in the wind. The Buddha stopped preaching and stretched out his hand to gently pick up the petals.

The believers were all at a loss, only a handsome monk in white smiled.     This is the origin of Zen. The white monk should be the Baiyun Patriarch, who later founded the Zen lineage.

Although the land here is very hard, Zhang Jiuyang used the sword as a plow and soon dug three feet deep. The tip of the sword suddenly made a sound of metal and stone, and sparks collided.

He dug up something very hard, and even the sword of the evil sword could not split it.

Zhang Jiuyang saw a little white thing. After digging it out completely, he found that it was actually a human skull!

This skull has been buried for many years, but it has not turned into dust. Instead, the bones are tough, white as jade, and crystal clear.

When you put your head close to the skull, you can even hear a series of mysterious sounds and wonderful words, but it seems that it has been too long and you can no longer hear what those voices are saying.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the skull. Even after countless years, he seemed to be able to feel the fluctuations of mana contained in it.

This person must have been a rare great master in the world!

But for some reason, he died in this cave, and only his head was buried underground.

He looked at the bronze mirror again.

"Put your finger into his mouth and feed him with blood."

The instruction was clear, but Zhang Jiuyang did not do it. Instead, he sneered and said, "Tell me who you are, otherwise I will not take the next step."

Things have become more and more weird at this point.

Zhang Jiuyang must be vigilant enough to avoid being plotted against by others.

As if sensing his determination, after the words on the bronze mirror were wiped off, no new words appeared.

After a long time, the vermilion handwriting slowly emerged.

"You ask who I am..."

"Am I not right in front of you?"

In front of me?

Zhang Jiuyang's mind flashed with lightning, as if he understood something. He stared at the skull and said word by word: "It turns out that the one who talked to me... is you."

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

A skeleton with only the head left, who has been buried underground for who knows how many years, is actually talking to himself with the help of a bronze mirror?

This weird scene made even Zhang Jiuyang, who was used to seeing demons, feel his heartbeat faster.

"My magic power is limited and is about to run out. Feed me blood and I will tell you everything."

A line of words appeared on the bronze mirror again, and then it became much dimmer. No matter how Zhang Jiuyang called, there was no new words.

He didn't hesitate for long before he stretched his finger to the mouth of the skull.

Although this thing is very strange, it seems that the other party has no malicious intent.

First, he reminded Abbot Yue Ling that he died of mistaking the cause for the effect, and then he showed himself the way. Especially the latter, if it weren't for the bronze mirror to show the way, Zhang Jiuyang would not be able to break the bronze man formation and enter here.

The most important thing is that Yue Ling is very likely to be fighting with those bronze men now. Although her strength is stronger than his, it is still impossible for her to get through safely.

He put his finger into the mouth of the skull. As soon as his fingertips touched the bones, he felt an extremely cold feeling. Even Zhang Jiuyang, who was able to subdue the white tiger, couldn't help but shiver.

If it were an ordinary person, he would be frozen into an ice sculpture immediately. Even a cultivator of the fourth or fifth realm would be seriously ill under the impact of this yin energy.

The next moment, Zhang Jiuyang felt a pain in his fingertips, and then drops of blood flowed out of his fingertips.

He silently calculated that the other party had sucked a total of nine drops of blood and stopped, just at the boundary of not hurting his foundation.

Then, Zhang Jiuyang retracted his finger and saw the skull radiate with light, and then the spine, hand bones, leg bones...

When all 206 bones were born, flesh and hair were born.

Finally, right under Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, the skull turned into an old monk in white. Although he looked very old, he could still feel his elegant temperament and a mysterious Zen.

Especially the pair of calm and deep eyes, which were carefully looking at Zhang Jiuyang.

"Like, so much like."

His voice was very magnetic, but it did not have a sense of oppression or aggression. Instead, it made people feel like spring breeze, and their hearts subconsciously calmed down.

"I didn't expect that thousands of years later, I could still see the descendants of the painting saint."

When he mentioned the two words "painting saint", his eyes showed a trace of memories and emotion.

"You, who are you?"

The old monk pointed at the handsome monk in the mural with white clothes as white as snow, smiled faintly, and said: "You have been staring at me in the painting for a long time, don't you recognize me?"

"I am Bai Yunzi, my friend, put away the thunder and fire talisman in your sleeve. I have no ill will towards you. On the contrary, you are the descendant of my old friend."

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