The God and Buddha are actually me

As Bai Yunzi pointed out, Zhang Jiuyang felt a sudden shock in his mind, and a warm and mellow pure Buddha power poured into his spiritual altar.

The Heavenly Escape Sword Intention flashed instantly, like an unsheathed sword, blocking the pure Buddhist power, like a peerless swordsman standing in front of the natural chasm.

Bai Yunzi's heart was shocked. He actually felt a sense of crisis, like a ray of light on his back.

Unexpectedly, the future Buddha would have such amazing achievements in the art of swordsmanship. His sword power was so great that even though he had lived for thousands of years, he had never seen it before.

"Future Buddha, please remove your sword intent."

Bai Yunzi pleaded.

Zhang Jiuyang carefully felt the Buddha's power coming from the other party and did not notice any threat. At the core of the Buddha's power, there was a ball of golden light and divinity flowing with a holy aura.

That is Bai Yunzi's true spirit and the essence of his lifelong practice.

Zhang Jiuyang's expression changed slightly and he said in a deep voice: "Master, if even this trace of your true spirit is wiped out, how can you be reincarnated?"

It's like King Ming was reincarnated as Yue Ling, and there is amazing divinity deep in his soul. This thing is extremely precious, and even reincarnation cannot erase it.

The most unique thing about the reincarnation of gods is that their true spirits are immortal, so they will be extremely intelligent and blessed with great luck as soon as they are born. Once they are enlightened, they will be like dragons in the sky.

Just like when Jigong became enlightened before getting married and awakened the memory of Arhat who subdued the dragon, his magic power and Taoism improved by leaps and bounds, which was completely different from before.

According to legend, Lu Dongbin was the reincarnation of Emperor Donghua, and once he became enlightened, he became the ancestor of the sword immortals in the world.

And the key to all this is the immortality of the true spirit.

But now Bai Yunzi has dedicated all his true soul to Zhang Jiuyang. There is a lot of divinity in it, and it is definitely a treasure.

And without the true spirit, even if Bai Yunzi can be reincarnated, he may disappear from everyone in the future, never be enlightened, and never be able to embark on the path of cultivation.

"Amitabha, if the Buddha can sacrifice his life and pass away, how can a poor monk be reluctant to part with this trace of his true spirit? As long as we can help the future Buddha get his mantle back, it is worth it."

His voice was very calm, his eyes were calm, and he showed an encouraging smile to Zhang Jiuyang.

"What's more, I, a Buddhist disciple, am cultivating to save all sentient beings, not the afterlife."

"If I really have a predestined relationship with the Buddha, I believe that I will definitely pick up the Brahma Sutra again under the guidance of my Buddha. If I don't have the predestined relationship..."

He smiled faintly and said: "Then continue to wait. I believe that one day, I will wait."

His voice was so firm and calm, not loud, but it had an indescribable power that moved Zhang Jiuyang.

This is a true Buddhist monk and a devout disciple of Buddha.

"Amitabha!"

Bai Yunzi recited the Buddha's name deeply, and then his body became darker and darker, his flesh and bones disappeared again, and finally only a skull remained, which fell into the soil.

A ghost that had been waiting in front of Huashou Gate for thousands of years finally dissipated completely.

He has been practicing his philosophy all his life, not letting down the Buddha or turning his back on the common people. Perhaps the only thing he owes is... that friend.

To be honest, there were two happiest times in his life. The first was the time when he practiced with Buddha, and the second was the short time he spent with that old guy, the painting saint.

He was seriously injured at that time, and the Buddha had just passed away. I don't know how many pairs of eyes were peeking in the dark. Fortunately, I met the old guy.

The painting sage used a paintbrush to repel enemies from all directions. Among the paintings and ink paintings, he drew powerful men to help him open mountains and build temples, but he had no interest in the mantle of Buddha.

That man had a very venomous mouth and scolded harshly, but what he did was more upright than anyone else.

The guy always tried to trick him into drinking, and the two often bickered, but no matter they won or lost, they would laugh loudly in the end.

The huge Baiyun Temple was built little by little in this laughter.

After the temple was completed, he left gracefully, seemingly without any nostalgia, but he left behind a picture of Two Dragons Walking in the Clouds and a Picture of Five Hundred Arhats Suppressing Demons for Baiyun Temple.

Later, after several inquiries, he could not find any trace of the old guy. He was like a character walking out of a painting, suddenly appearing and disappearing without a trace.

His biggest regret at that time was that he could not see his friends one last time before his real body passed away.

"Old drunkard, I never thought that when you were so disdainful of the Buddha's mantle, your descendants would be the future Buddha."

"If you knew, your beard would probably be so angry, hahaha..."

At the last moment, Bai Yunzi looked at Zhang Jiuyang's young face, which was similar to that of his old friend, and seemed to regard him as a painting saint in a trance, laughing and cursing.

The sound gradually dissipated in the cave, leaving only a skull as white as jade.

Zhang Jiuyang felt a little sad for no reason. Senior Bai Yunzi's life was really miserable. For thousands of years, the happiest and most wanton time turned out to be a strange encounter.

Buzz!

The visualization picture in his mind bloomed with brilliant light, and there was a feeling of longing, as if he wanted to swallow the ball of divinity immediately.

Without much hesitation, Zhang Jiuyang chose to give all Bai Yunzi's gifts to the visualization map.

If he himself absorbed this ball of divine power, although he would benefit a lot, there would be great hidden dangers.

Because his foundation is Taoism, the pure Yang magic power and Buddha power he cultivated are mutually exclusive. If they were forcibly integrated, there would probably be conflicts.

More importantly, if he absorbs Bai Yunzi's true spirit, he will inevitably be affected by it and his personality will change in some way.

For example, you will become very interested in Buddhism.

Although he still has a clear and independent consciousness, he will be influenced by it. Zhang Jiuyang doesn't like this feeling of being forced.

So it's better to give it to the visualization map.

The visualization map is his biggest foundation. Lu Zu is not a stingy god, and he will definitely give him corresponding benefits.

In this way, he doesn't need to be influenced and gets benefits. Why not do it?

After Zhang Jiuyang agreed in his heart, Lu Zu's visualization map emerged with a strong suction force, absorbing all the divinity given by Bai Yunzi, like a whale sucking water.

Then, the visualization map bloomed with brilliance, and the color quickly spread upwards, stopping only when it reached Lu Zu's shoulders.

Zhang Jiuyang had a hunch that the next inheritance of the visualization map was just around the corner.

You know, it's only been less than half a month since the last inheritance. According to the current incense speed, it will take at least half a year or even a year to accumulate enough.

After all, the more the visualization map goes back, the more amazing the incense it needs, which is almost an astronomical figure.

But now, in an instant, the visualization map has accumulated most of the incense, as if the acceleration button has been pressed.

If Bai Yunzi's true spirit had not been mostly consumed in thousands of years of waiting, he might have helped Zhang Jiuyang directly light up Lu Zu's visualization map, and at the same time obtained the third inheritance and the final summoning treasure edict.

At the same time, Lu Zu in the painting seemed to smile, and slowly raised the Pure Yang Magic Sword in his hand.

Roar!

The Pure Yang Magic Sword suddenly flew out of the painting and turned into a green dragon, composed of sword energy, and the scales were rippling with fine and sharp sword energy.

It circled and danced in Zhang Jiuyang's sea of ​​consciousness, and finally came out from the top of the head.

In an instant, a low dragon roar sounded in this huge stone cave, and sword marks appeared on the surrounding tough steel walls, erasing all the murals.

The green dragon finally flew into Zhang Jiuyang's sword hairpin, and its huge body disappeared. After a few breaths, the Sword of the Evil Slayer hummed softly, and a series of hot and dazzling gilded colors emerged, spreading from the hilt to the tip of the sword.

A terrible aura rose from the sword, and the sharp edge made Zhang Jiuyang feel cold.

He stretched out his hand.

Clang!

The sound of the sword was clear and loud, like a golden crow flapping its wings and soaring into the sky.

The hairpin turned into a three-foot-long sword, as if it was cast in gold, emitting dazzling golden light, and there were wisps of hot pure yang power flowing.

In an instant, a golden sun seemed to rise in the cave.

Waves of amazing heat rolled around, as if Zhang Jiuyang was holding not a sword, but a blazing furnace.

Even he, the sword master, was shocked by the powerful power contained in the magic sword in his hand.

After a long time, the golden light on the sword gradually dissipated, revealing the simple and elegant sword body, as clear as a pool of autumn water, with ancient patterns of clouds and pine trees engraved on it, and two ancient characters engraved under the hilt.

Chunyang!

Zhang Jiuyang stroked the two ancient characters with his hand, and he could feel a huge sword intent between his skin and skin, like the scorching sun, like thunder, and as magnificent as the power of heaven.

He didn't even need to draw his sword, the weaker mountain spirits and ghosts would immediately explode and die in front of the unsheathed Chunyang magic sword, unable to withstand the Chunyang sword intent.

"Drunk dance and singing on the sea and mountains, the sky gourd receives dew to form a golden elixir.

Deep in the night, cranes penetrate the blue autumn sky, and the west wind blows coldly with a sword."

Zhang Jiuyang recited this poem by Lu Zu softly, and suddenly a heroic spirit of slaying demons and helping the needy arose in his heart. He slowly swept his fingers across the sword edge, and the touch was as smooth as ice and as delicate as water.

Ding!

He flicked his finger and the sword sounded like a dragon's roar, echoing in the cave for a long time, as if thousands of sword qi were brewing at his fingertips.

"What a great Pure Yang Sword!"

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were full of admiration and admiration.

In the legends of Chinese Taoism, swords are highly respected, and some real people even use swords to dissolve weapons and achieve enlightenment.

Among the many Taoist swords, Lu Zu's Pure Yang Sword is definitely the top one.

According to legend, this sword was originally the sword of Emperor Donghua, and was later passed on to Lu Dongbin by Zhongli Quan. The sword was named Pure Yang and had incredible power.

What is most praised by later generations is that as long as you tell this sword the name and address of the enemy, it will automatically fly away, and in a moment, it will come with the enemy's head in its mouth.

This is called beheading the enemy from a thousand miles away.

Nowadays, the sword that Zhang Jiuyang passed down from Zhong Kui, after being reshaped in the furnace, has transformed into the sword that can kill evil spirits. Now, it has undergone another transformation and has become the pure yang magic sword of Lu Zu!

Before, Zhang Jiuyang often poured the pure yang magic power he obtained after his manifestation into the sword, so that the sword that can kill evil spirits gradually had a trace of golden light that symbolized the pure yang power.

But if you want to make it completely transformed, it may take a long time to polish it. Now with the help of Lu Zu, it has directly ascended to heaven in one step.

Of course, this sword is only transformed by the power of incense and fire. Although it has the name of pure yang, it is still much worse than the real pure yang sword.

However, Zhang Jiuyang believes that with the continuous improvement of his cultivation and the continuous development of the visualization map, one day, the magic sword in his hand will be as powerful as Lu Zu, and no one can stop it!

"Pure Yang Sword, although my cultivation is not as good as Lu Zu, I will not let your reputation down."

"Follow me in the future, I promise to let you taste the blood of demons!"

Zheng!

The Pure Yang Sword made a sound, as if it was in line with Zhang Jiuyang's words.

"Next, let me test your sharpness."

Zhang Jiuyang raised his eyes, and there were yin and yang energies flowing in his pupils, as if he saw a very far place.

He smiled slightly and uttered a name to the Pure Yang Sword.

…

In the tunnel, Yue Ling was fighting hard. In front of her were eighteen bronze men, who surrounded her with the Eighteen Arhats formation, and among them were three bronze men of the Sixth Realm!

More importantly, she had been fighting for a long time, relying on her unparalleled explosive power to kill seven waves of bronze men. Three of the Sixth Realm had died under her gun, and countless of the Five and Four Realms.

However, the price was not small. The palm of her hand was broken, and the blood soaked the red tassel on the Overlord Spear.

Even the armor on her body had cracks.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

According to the tactics summarized earlier, she cleared the field first despite being injured, and smashed a bronze man of the Fifth or Fourth Realm with one shot.

Wherever the Overlord Spear went, it was like a gust of wind sweeping across the sky, and a giant beast crashing into the mountain. Those bronze men immediately turned into scrap metal and smashed into pieces against the stone wall.

The Eighteen Arhats Formation was torn apart.

However, a bronze man of the Sixth Realm seemed to have walked out of the void, and appeared behind her like a ghost, with a golden palm, and slapped her on the shoulder.

Yue Ling coughed up blood, but the golden flames burning in her eyes became more vigorous. Under the Ming Wang Fa, the angry flames provided her with a constant supply of power.

A back-to-back spear, fierce to the extreme, even the thunder was eclipsed by this spear.

Bang!

The flame-shaped spear head only paused for a moment, and then pierced the throat that was stronger than the diamond.

But the other two bronze men of the Sixth Realm also seized Yue Ling's momentary flaw and attacked instantly, one of them picked up a flower and flicked his fingers, and the other used the fire of karma as a knife.

The finger technique of picking flowers is a very profound spiritual secret technique. Those who are hit will either be enlightened and worship Buddhism, or die.

Karma Fire Sword Technique, with the most compassionate Buddha's heart, controls the most violent karma, transforming it into a Karma Fire Buddha Sword, which is specially designed to break the horizontal training golden body.

Even if Yue Ling is now, if she is hit by these two moves, she will probably be seriously injured.

She was about to use the Xuannv Weapon Talisman, but at this moment, a dragon roar sounded.

Roar!

A dazzling golden dragon flew out of the tunnel, and the dazzling light even made Yue Ling close her eyes subconsciously.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a shocking scene.

The heads of the two bronze men had disappeared, but there were no bite marks on the neck, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror.

The golden dragon held the head in its mouth and circled around her.

A sound of footsteps sounded.

"Don't be naughty, come back."

Upon hearing this, the golden dragon immediately flew back, obediently presented the head of the bronze man, and then turned into a golden sword, flew around her body and quickly turned into a small hairpin in her hair.

Zhang Jiuyang was dressed in white, tall and graceful, and smiled at Yue Ling, who was full of surprise.

"Madam, I just got this sword, and it's not trained yet. I hope it didn't scare you."

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