The God and Buddha are actually me

"At the beginning of the universe, everything flows and takes shape. This medicine is great, nurturing the mother and storing the truth..."

On the futon, Zhang Jiuyang sat cross-legged, forming the Feixian seal with his hands, practicing according to the secrets in the "Heavenly Immortal Golden Elixir Heart Method".

Three days have passed since the wedding day, and he and Yue Ling have been in seclusion for these three days.

Zhang Jiuyang has finally finished all his work and can finally calm down to practice this unique alchemy created by the Eight Immortals.

At this moment, the moonlight outside the window seemed to be attracted by some invisible force, as bright as water, as soft as forging, shining on Zhang Jiuyang's body, as if it was covered with a layer of silver coat.

The pure Yang Dragon Tiger Golden Elixir in his Dantian was rotating at a unique frequency, driving the magic power around his body to circulate around the sky. Every time it was done, part of the bright moonlight was absorbed, and the golden elixir became more spiritual.

Zhang Jiuyang was immersed in it, as if the spirit of the Yuanshen and the spirit of the golden elixir were blending together, and he also heard the Tao Te Ching that sounded from the dark.

"The Tao that can be spoken is not the real Tao, the name that can be named is not the real name..."

He felt that something seemed to be awakening in the depths of his blood. It was an extremely mysterious magical power that continued to grow in the Taoist scriptures. Even if it was just a little bit of spiritual light that escaped, he benefited a lot, as if he had an epiphany.

In this process, his understanding of the "Heavenly Immortal Golden Elixir Heart Method" continued to deepen, and his cultivation speed was a thousand miles a day.

Originally, the inheritance given by the visualization diagram would make his practice twice as effective with half the effort. In addition, after engraving the Tao Te Ching, he had already transformed into an innate Taoist body, and the Taoist methods in the world were all available.

Even the cultivation methods that require slow work are countless times faster than ordinary people.

The combination of the two allowed him to achieve certain achievements in the "Heavenly Immortal Golden Elixir Heart Method" within three days, and he completely cultivated the first chapter "Cultivating Mother" and integrated it.

He slowly opened his eyes and felt that his cultivation had advanced a step forward. His magic power, magical powers, and Taoism had all improved. Most importantly, the spirituality contained in the golden elixir was stronger.

Zhang Jiuyang could even vaguely feel that the embryonic form of a life was slowly taking shape.

That was his 'holy infant', or the Nascent Soul.

He exclaimed in his heart, it was indeed a Taoist secret created by the Eight Immortals. After entering the fifth realm, his cultivation speed obviously slowed down, but after practicing this technique, it became faster again.

At this rate, without having to complete all twelve chapters of the "Heavenly Immortal Golden Elixir Heart Method", he should be able to break the elixir and become an infant, entering the sixth realm.

By then, his magical powers from the "Tao Te Ching" will truly appear in the world.

He can fight the sixth realm in the fifth realm, and he can fight the seventh realm in the sixth realm, which is not too much.

Zhang Jiuyang has fully experienced the benefits of killing enemies across realms, so he set a small goal for himself, striving to kill enemies across a realm in the future.

He did not immediately practice the second chapter "Shuyu", because the Taoist alchemy emphasizes that haste makes waste. If you blindly seek speed, you will lose the state of mind of inaction, and thus get half the result with twice the effort.

Zhang Jiuyang stretched his body, perhaps because he had been comprehending the mind method for too long, his soul was a little tired, and he actually felt sleepy at this moment.

Without hesitation, he bent over and lay on the bed, posing the posture of "Zhelong Sleeping Alchemy", and fell asleep with the mind method of sleeping.

Walking, sitting and lying are all cultivation.

To this day, the word "cultivation" has been engraved in his bones. Even when he was sleeping and relaxing, he did not forget to practice sleeping skills.

Soon, a long snoring like a deep valley sounded in the room, the inhalation was like spring thunder, and the exhalation was like a dragon's roar.

It seemed that the person sleeping inside was not a person, but a real dragon.

But what Zhang Jiuyang didn't know was that just after he fell asleep, a butterfly flew in from the window, flying towards him like a spirit, circling around him, and finally fell down.

…

Zhang Jiuyang dreamed that he turned into a butterfly, with ice-blue wings, flapping his wings and flying.

The magical thing is that while he was flying, he saw the surrounding scene constantly changing.

First, there were tall buildings, reinforced concrete, and he was actually back on Earth. Excited, he kept flapping his wings and returned to his hometown according to his memory.

He saw a familiar old man carrying a medicine basket in the mountains to collect herbs, and then boiled those herbs into a medicinal soup and gave them to a thin little boy.

Medicinal food, medicinal bath, medicinal fumigation...

The little boy finally became stronger little by little, and took the initiative to practice Zhongli Ba Duan Jin with his grandfather, day after day, year after year, and finally became as strong as a calf.

Zhang Jiuyang was moved, and he desperately flapped his wings to fly in front of the grandfather and grandson, extremely excited.

But unfortunately, he couldn't speak.

The picture was blurred for a while, and when it became clear again, his grandfather had passed away. The adult boy cried bitterly. He sealed all the relics of his grandfather, then packed his bags and left this remote village to go to the big city to study.

Zhang Jiuyang, who turned into a butterfly, noticed that after his grandfather died, he sorted out his belongings and found no visualization map.

He was shocked, which meant that the visualization map was put in during the time when he left his hometown to study!

Or was his grandfather's death just an illusion?

Because he had seen before that when his grandfather was picking herbs, his feet seemed to be riding the wind, and even the steepest mountains were like walking on flat ground. Sometimes when he stayed overnight in the mountains, a colorful tiger would even come to watch over him spontaneously.

Riding the wind, the tiger protects the way.

This person is obviously a Taoist, and is definitely not an ordinary person.

He opened his eyes wide, trying to see clearly where the visualization picture came from, but to his disappointment, when the picture changed, he returned to Daqian again.

This time, he saw the body of a white dragon.

With just one glance, he was sure that it was Ao Li!

Looking at Ao Li's body, Zhang Jiuyang suddenly felt great grief in his heart, which was uncontrollable and filled with sadness.

Boom!

A figure hit the stone wall, and his brains were scattered.

A bloody black dragon corpse fell, and it turned out to be Ao Ya.

When she saw her sister's body, she was so devastated that she hit her head on the stone wall as hard as black iron and died decisively and tragically.

Although the little dragon girl with missing teeth has impaired intelligence and does not understand many things, she always remembers one thing.

That is to always follow my sister, even if it is a dead end.

Zhang Jiuyang felt even more sad and wanted to shout loudly, but couldn't make any sound. In anger, he suddenly sat up.

Outside the window, there are few stars and moonlight, and there is a sound of frogs.

A butterfly seemed to be frightened away and flew around the room.

He breathed a long sigh of relief. It turned out to be a dream, but he soon realized that something was wrong. After practicing to his own level, it would be difficult for him to have dreams, let alone nightmares.

And he looked carefully at the flying butterfly and found that it was very similar to the butterfly he turned into in his dream.

Zhuang Zhou Mengdie?

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and he thought of something he had experienced before.

It was the first snow in Jizhou this year. Mrs. Shen gave him a hand-made cotton coat, which made Zhang Jiuyang feel the long-lost family affection.

At that time, he was standing on the snow, thinking about his upcoming wedding, and feeling emotional, he drew a portrait of his grandfather on the snow with a branch and said something.

If grandpa has a soul in heaven, he will turn into a butterfly and fly here at his wedding.

Although the wedding was over now, the butterfly came at such a coincidence, and the dream he had just now was extremely realistic.

Zhang Jiuyang opened his eyebrows and looked at the butterfly. However, even his eyes did not see anything fishy. It seemed that it was just an ordinary butterfly.

But when Zhang Jiuyang stretched out his hand, the butterfly landed on his hand very spiritually.

Something's wrong!

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "Grandpa, is that you?"

The butterfly made no movement.

"Who are you anyway?"

He asked again, and this time the butterfly seemed to feel something and flapped its wings and flew outside.

Zhang Jiuyang quickly followed.

Under the moonlit night, a small figure was flying all over the sky with a black umbrella. It was the precious umbrella of a married woman who hated marrying. It was dyed black with the blood of the resentful heart of the Sansei Goddess. It was extremely yin and could absorb people's souls and turn them into slaves. Driven.

The brides who died suddenly in Jizhou land before were all soulless and were taken away by this umbrella.

After Zhang Jiuyang got the secret of controlling this umbrella, he passed it on to Ah Li. Now the umbrella has recognized Ah Li as its master, and she has released all the souls of innocent brides captured in the umbrella.

Those who have not passed the seventh day can still return to Yang, but those who have passed the first seven days will be sent to the underworld for reincarnation by her method of walking away from the Yin.

It is worth mentioning that Ah Li found that the black umbrella was very suitable for the rampant soldiers, and even the Yin treasure was far better in quality than the five rampant soldiers and horses.

Her five powerful soldiers and horses are all included in this umbrella, and they can absorb the essence of the bright moon to continuously strengthen their ghosts and become stronger.

"Brother Ninth, have you mastered cultivation so quickly?"

Ah Li came with two swords hanging from her waist and an umbrella, her two little feet dangling in the air, looking cute and cute.

During this time, she had been standing outside the door and never left.

"Ah Li, you have marked my shadow and can sense my location. Now you stay. If I don't come back before dawn, remember to find Yue Ling and look for me together."

Zhang Jiuyang said seriously, while not looking away from the butterfly.

Although he didn't feel any malice, the butterfly thing was too mysterious for even him to understand, so it was natural to be cautious.

"Um!"

Ah Li nodded, and quickly handed over his precious umbrella, saying: "Brother Ninth, take this umbrella first, there are five soldiers and horses in it, maybe you can use it."

Zhang Jiuyang did not refuse her kindness. He reached out to take the umbrella and chased after the butterfly.

…

The butterfly flaps its wings, like a fallen leaf, flying slowly.

Zhang Jiuyang used the magical power of Shukuchi Shenxing and followed it silently. After careful observation, he quickly discovered something unusual about the butterfly.

I saw that most of the time the butterfly was very purposeful, always guiding him to fly somewhere, but sometimes it would suddenly turn around and fly towards the flowers, as if it had suddenly lost its spirituality.

But soon it would fly again, seemingly aware that someone was following behind it. When Zhang Jiuyang deliberately slowed down, he would stop and wait.

Just like this, under the moonlight night, Zhang Jiuyang stepped on the cloth, shrank to the ground and walked, keeping a distance not far but not too close, and followed the butterfly steadily.

They quickly left the city, flew across a river, and finally arrived at the Longtang River.

The river flows rapidly, and there is a bridge on it. An ancient sword hangs under the bridge. It seems to be quite old, with mottled patina on it.

Legend has it that a dragon lived in this river, and was later killed by a man. In order to prevent the ghost of the dragon from causing trouble, the monk left his sword and hung it under the bridge, suppressing it with sword energy to ensure peace.

Some people also say that there are many snakes in Jizhou and there are constant battles. The blood stains the Red River, which is easy to breed dragons. The ancient sword is hung to prevent the dragons from wandering into the water and flooding the villages on both sides.

After all, the Longtan River is a thousand miles long and connected to the East China Sea. It is a treasure land for dragons to swim.

Therefore, the river is called Longtang River.

After the butterfly stopped flying here, it no longer moved forward, but circled around.

Zhang Jiuyang seemed to realize something. His eyes flashed, and he silently recited the water avoidance formula. He stepped into the river and sank to the bottom of the water.

The icy cold river water was isolated by a mysterious force. Although his black hair fluttered in the water, his clothes and hair were not wet at all, and his breathing was unimpeded.

The bottom of the water was extremely dark, and the undercurrent was constantly surging, as if some giant was swimming quietly, giving people a great sense of oppression.

Zhang Jiuyang opened the sky eye between his eyebrows, and under his blazing eyes, he directly illuminated the bottom of the water.

In an instant, the sky fire burned in the water, causing the river water to heat up rapidly.

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils condensed, because around him, he saw countless huge monsters, including catfish with dragon whiskers several feet long, crocodiles with serrated teeth like elephants, and even ordinary grass carps that grew to ten feet long.

The fish and beasts in the entire Longtang River actually showed the appearance of monsters!

The water monsters in the river were all crowded in front of the ancient bridge with the sword hanging. I don't know whether they were afraid of the sword or for some other reason, they stayed here and didn't want to leave.

Some of them were fierce and even dared to attack Zhang Jiuyang.

However, the river water gurgled and boiled.

The scorching sky fire boiled the river water within a radius of dozens of feet in just a few breaths, causing the underwater monsters to be torn apart.

If someone were to swim in the Longtang River at night at this moment, they would definitely smell the extremely rich meaty aroma.

Zhang Jiuyang ignored these little monsters at all. He fled directly to an underwater cave where there was an extremely powerful spiritual power fluctuation.

The light of the Sky Eye quickly illuminated the cave.

Zhang Jiuyang was instantly shocked, as if struck by lightning.

The scene in the cave was exactly the same as what he saw in his dream, and what caught his eye was a huge dragon corpse...