The God and Buddha are actually me

In Jizhou City, two figures walked hand in hand, one big and one small.

"Brother Jiu, didn't you say that there was something wrong with the wedding dress? Why did you leave like that?"

A Li didn't quite understand.

At this time, the two had already left the family. Zhang Jiuyang had just looked at the wedding dress for a long time, and then left without saying a word. He just slapped the groom's soul back into his body and told him to wait patiently. He would help him check the sudden death of his wife.

After waking up, the groom told his parents and relatives about this, but no one believed him, and even thought he was going crazy due to excessive grief.

However, the doctor who came and saw the groom's head with such a big wound on his head but still alive and kicking, couldn't help but fall into deep thought...

"There is indeed something wrong with the wedding dress, but it is not evil in itself, otherwise it can't be hidden from my eyes. The problem with it... is quite special."

Zhang Jiuyang didn't say it directly, but touched A Li's head.

"Let's go find that servant first, and then deal with this matter later."

Zhuge Yu's matter is of great importance. Although Zhang Jiuyang is very interested in the wedding dress, he knows the priorities and should focus on the overall situation at this moment.

Catching Zhuge Yu, interrogating Tianzun's plan, and knowing the extent of Zhuge's involvement are the top priorities.

A Li nodded, she used her magical power, turned into a black shadow and drilled into Zhang Jiuyang's shadow.

"Jiu Ge, just follow me."

The next moment, Zhang Jiuyang's shadow actually spoke, but the voice was A Li's. Then the shadow took the initiative to run in a certain direction, and Zhang Jiuyang's body automatically followed.

Because of the hidden eight magic skills of Yu Ding Palace, pedestrians on the street could not see him. He restrained his breath and hid his body to avoid being discovered by Zhuge Yu.

Soon, Zhang Jiuyang stopped and came to a tailor shop.

"Zhu Ji Tailor Shop."

Looking at this tailor shop, his heart moved, thinking.

The groom once said that the bride's wedding dress came from Zhuji Tailor Shop. Master Zhu there has excellent craftsmanship, makes very beautiful clothes, and is also kind.

There are many people who want to find Master Zhu to make clothes. They originally had to wait for a long time. Master Zhu heard that they were going to get married, so he took the initiative to help them make it in advance, which touched the groom very much at that time.

Unfortunately, he didn't know the trick hidden in the wedding dress at that time.

What surprised Zhang Jiuyang was that he had planned to check Zhuji Tailor Shop after finishing Zhuge Yu's business, but he didn't expect Zhuge Yu to be inside.

Such a coincidence?

"Brother Jiu, it's right there!"

A Li's words made Zhang Jiuyang's eyes condense. At this moment, the tailor shop was not open, but through the window paper, a figure could be vaguely seen inside, as if he was sewing something with scissors.

Could it be that Master Zhu was Zhuge Yu?

He couldn't help but think of the pilgrim named Zhu Zhiyuan in Baiyun Temple. The other party should be from the Zhuge family. At this moment, Master Zhu might be no exception.

Zhang Jiuyang stepped forward, and his body with a faint white light pierced through the wall and walked in.

The Eight Hidden Earth Techniques can be invisible, pass through walls, hide qi, hold breath, silence, hide traces, lighten the body, and become empty.

With his current cultivation, even if the opponent is in the sixth realm, it is difficult to find flaws, unless there is a magic weapon or magical power that specifically breaks the invisibility technique.

The tailor in the store did not notice anything, and was still cutting carefully, hunched over, cutting the silk cloth with scissors, with skilled movements and superb craftsmanship.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes fell on the master Zhu at the first time, and saw that the other party's appearance was very different from what Ah Li described.

He looked about forty or fifty years old, with a square face, slender and flexible fingers, meticulous eyes, and extremely focused.

The technique was indeed very professional, and the silk cloth was also smooth and delicate, as thin as a cicada's wing, like the silk brocade in the south of the Yangtze River, but more translucent and brighter than it.

The incense in the shop was very strong. In the room less than ten feet away, there were three incense burners burning sandalwood commonly used in temples.

Zhang Jiuyang stared at Master Zhu for a long time, but did not see any flaws. Either the other party was not Zhuge Yu, or the other party had a very good hiding skill.

However, Ah Li said that her mark stayed at the position of Master Zhu. It should be this person, but he just changed his face.

Zhang Jiuyang did not act rashly. He first looked around in this tailor shop, and finally his eyes fell on the ready-made clothes in the shop.

One of them was a wedding dress, which was very similar to the style of the bride. The phoenix crown and bridal robe were shining and colorful. The upper body was embroidered with peonies and clouds, and the hem was a wide and flowing skirt. It was as smooth as water, bright and noble, and embroidered with an elegant and beautiful phoenix.

But with his amazing memory, compared with the dress of the dead bride, he still found many differences in details.

Zhang Jiuyang stared at the wedding dress for a long time, and a sneer slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

As expected, if he was just guessing at the groom's house just now, now it is undoubtedly confirmed.

"Brother Jiu, do you want to kill?"

A Li had already drawn her knife, eager to try.

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head, he took A Li out of the tailor shop, stood outside the door again, and changed his face with a flick of his sleeves.

The thirteen forms of escape.

He turned into a young man in brocade clothes, the Pure Yang Sword turned into a folding fan, the wine gourd turned into a jade pendant, and even the dragon-binding rope around his waist turned into a jade ring.

He was romantic, unrestrained, and very similar to the Lü Zu in the painting.

Ah Li, on the other hand, followed Zhang Jiuyang's instructions and summoned five soldiers and horses to line up and guard the surroundings to prevent the other party from escaping.

After doing all this, Zhang Jiuyang slowly opened the door and walked in.

"I'm sorry, our store has to rush to work and we don't have enough manpower, so we won't be open for the time being."

Master Zhu was still concentrating on waving the scissors without raising his head.

"What if I want to order a wedding dress?"

Master Zhu paused slightly with the scissors in his hand. He raised his head and looked at Zhang Jiuyang carefully, his eyes brightening slightly.

Finally, he put down what he was doing and said with a smile: "This is a great event. You can stand in the front row. That's the price..."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and patted a few gold ingots on the table.

Master Zhu was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly: "That's no problem. When will the guests get married?"

"tomorrow."

Master Zhu was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "How can we make it out tomorrow?"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled, pointed to the wedding dress hanging in the store, and said: "I think this one is good, and it fits my wife's figure. Why don't you just sell this one to me."

Master Zhu's expression changed slightly, he shook his head and said, "This is for display, not for sale."

"Not selling?"

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly showed a meaningful smile and said, "What if I ask you to make some changes to this wedding dress?"

"For example... for the phoenix eyes on the wedding dress, you remove the gold thread and replace it with white thread."

"For another example, if you change the ribbons that replace buttons on the wedding dress to an even number instead of an odd number."

Master Zhu's pupils suddenly trembled, and he looked at Zhang Jiuyang with an incredible look, and even his body was trembling.

"You, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Jiuyang snorted coldly and asked: "What am I talking about? The bride who died suddenly in the south of the city, the wedding dress she was wearing was made by you, right?"

After saying that, he pointed at the phoenix on the wedding dress with his folding fan and said, "Why are the phoenix eyes on that wedding dress embroidered with white thread, while this one is embroidered with gold thread?"

"This, this is a problem with the materials used. The deposit they gave is too small."

"Haha, what about the ribbons? Why is this one an odd number and that one an even number?"

Zhang Jiuyang asked: "Odd numbers are yang and even numbers are yin, so the buttons or ribbons on ordinary clothes are all in odd numbers, and only shrouds are in even numbers. As an old tailor, you don't even understand this, right?" "

Master Zhu murmured for a long time, but still couldn't answer.

"The phoenix eyes on the wedding dress are usually embroidered with gold thread, which symbolizes that the phoenix is ​​alive, while using white thread symbolizes that it is dead, or too sluggish to open its eyes."

"There's no need to pretend anymore. If I guess correctly, the wedding clothes you have here will be secretly changed into shroud styles, and the bride who wears them will suddenly die suddenly soon."

Upon hearing this, Master Zhu's face turned ashen.

"Although I don't know what you are planning, but..."

Zhang Jiuyang stared at him closely and said word by word: "Zhuge Yu, stop acting. You might as well be more upright to avoid making people laugh."

Master Zhu slowly stepped back and quietly picked up the scissors in his hand.

He looked at Zhang Jiuyang, with a trace of struggle in his eyes and a trace of pain in his voice.

"You forced me..."

"I don't want to kill people here. You forced me to..."

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly, but he was still vigilant in his heart. Zhuge Yu was by no means an ordinary person, and his moral conduct should be very high.

At this moment, Master Zhu's eyes flashed with a cruel look. In front of Zhang Jiuyang, he cut one of his fingers with scissors and dripped blood on it.

The next moment, the scissors trembled, and then turned into a black snake and bit Zhang Jiuyang.

Zhang Jiuyang was ready, and a golden lamp flew out from the Niwan Palace. The radiance enveloped his whole body like armor. In addition, his skin also glowed with bright golden and silver brilliance.

The two defensive magical powers of the body-protecting golden light shield and the immortal golden body were instantly activated, making him immobile and confident that he could defend against even a full-force attack from the Sixth Realm.

But what surprised him was that the black snake transformed from the opponent's scissors, not to mention the golden light of body protection, when it hit the mana aura three feet outside his body, it screamed directly, fell to the ground with a click, and changed into It turned into pieces of broken iron.

Zhang Jiuyang: "..."

Master Zhu: "..."

"Aren't you Zhuge Yu?"

Zhang Jiuyang stared at him. If he was pretending, then his acting skills were too good.

"What...Zhuge Yu? Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

Master Zhu was frightened. Looking at the man in front of him with thousands of golden lights blooming on his body, he thought it was a god coming down to punish him for his evil deeds. He immediately collapsed to the ground and kept begging.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiuyang finally confirmed that he was not Zhuge Yu.

But why did Ah Li say Zhuge Yu was here?

"Have you ever seen this person?"

Zhang Jiuyang used magic power to draw Zhuge Yu's appearance and asked.

Master Zhu just glanced at it and quickly shouted: "I've seen it, I've seen it, it was this person who harmed me. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have done these evil things!!"

"Then where is he?"

"Right here!"

Zhang Jiuyang's heart tightened. Could it be that Zhuge Yu's hiding technique could not even be seen through by his own eyes?

But the next moment, Master Zhu pointed to the roll of silk on the chopping board that he was cutting just now, his voice trembling.

"He, he is dead, and those cloths... are made of his skin."

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