The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhang Jiuyang stared at the bronze bell. With his eyesight, he could clearly see the mysterious and complicated patterns on the bell under the mottled copper green.

This bell is definitely a treasure!

Even after six hundred years of erosion, there is not even a trace of cracks except for the copper rust, which shows that its material is extraordinary.

And I don’t know if it’s an illusion, Zhang Jiuyang can vaguely feel the power that is dormant in this ancient bell.

Zhang Jiuyang walked forward slowly.

Ao Li said with some concern: "Sir, let me help you knock."

Everything here is too weird. Even though Zhang Jiuyang has a high level of cultivation and great magical powers, she still can’t help but worry.

"No, you can't make this bell ring."

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and sighed: "If I'm not mistaken, the pattern on this bell is not a decoration, but a kind of talisman array of the Jade Tripod Palace, called Tongtian Xuanyin."

"To make Tongtian Xuanyin, only those who have the Jade Tripod Xuangong can do it. Even if you have the body of a real dragon and can force the bell to ring, you can't make any sound."

Zhang Jiuyang stepped forward and performed the shrinking magic of the 36 Jade Tripods. His figure flashed and appeared next to the big bell.

This familiar magical power made the old Taoist priest who was obsessed with it suddenly brighten his eyes, and a hint of excitement emerged.

"Knock... knock... the bell..."

He actually spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse and clumsy, as if he had almost forgotten how to speak.

Zhang Jiuyang stretched out a hand and pressed on the huge wooden hammer.

As soon as he touched it, he found that this wooden hammer was also extraordinary. It felt cold and hard. It was obviously wood, but it was like black iron.

More importantly, the moment he touched the wood, he felt that the mana in his body was automatically sucked into it, and it vented out like a flood.

In an instant, Zhang Jiuyang understood why the corpses on the ground died.

They should have been influenced by the old Taoist priest and came here to ring the bell. Some of them were trapped in the illusion of the exorcism pupil technique, and some were their own greed.

They should have searched the entire Yuding Palace and couldn't find any treasures, so they thought that after ringing this bell, they could open a secret treasure house and get inheritance.

Unfortunately, these people did not practice the Yuding Xuan Gong. The Tongtian Xuanyin of this bell must be struck by pure yang mana, and once it touches the wooden hammer, it cannot be let go before it rings.

Unless the cultivation reaches the sixth realm, it can be forcibly interrupted with the monstrous mana and get rid of the control of the Tongtian Xuanyin Note Array.

Therefore, these people have exhausted the last bit of mana, even the essence and blood are consumed, and finally died tragically.

However, this difficulty that had caused so many people to fail was easily overcome by Zhang Jiuyang.

His pure Yang power was too strong, and because he practiced the improved version of Brother Miao Shenke, his power was even more pure and domineering. Even in the heyday of the Yuding Palace six hundred years ago, it was rare.

So he pushed the heavy wooden hammer without much effort.

After absorbing a large amount of pure Yang power, the dark wooden hammer glowed with a strange light and crashed into the ancient bell.

Ding! ! !

The Yuding ancient bell, which had been silent for six hundred years, was struck again, and the sound echoed over the ruins, vicissitudes and distant, and inexplicably a little sad.

At the moment of hearing the bell, the old Taoist's eyes suddenly became clear, and then tears flowed, as if every wrinkle on his face was stretched out.

His blood-stained robe gradually returned to its normal color, and the whole person seemed to have a brief sobriety, looking at Zhang Jiuyang with a look of relief.

But before he could say a word, the whole person disappeared with the wind.

He was not a soul, but just a wisp of obsession. Ringing the bell was his obsession, and as the bell rang, it naturally disappeared.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned, he did not hesitate, but continued to ring the bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

As the bell sounded louder and louder, the bronze bell also showed obvious changes. Pieces of mottled copper rust fell off, revealing the bright bell body and the colorful runes.

What surprised Zhang Jiuyang even more was that as the bell continued to ring, everything around him seemed to be changing.

The corpse on the ground disappeared, the dazzling moss and vines dissipated, and even the broken walls and ruins were restored.

It was as if time had been pressed in reverse.

In just six rings, six hundred years of changes had passed. Zhang Jiuyang stopped ringing the bell. At this moment, what was in front of him was no longer a ruin, but a solemn Taoist holy place.

Carved beams and painted buildings, jade buildings, hanging springs and waterfalls, temples and palaces.

Every brick, tile, grass and tree were full of the ancient charm of history, and looked heavy and vicissitudes.

Groups of energetic disciples wore uniform Taoist robes, practicing swords here, or listening to their uncles and uncles preaching.

Many people passed through Zhang Jiuyang.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiuyang knew that he did not travel through time and return to the Yuding Palace six hundred years ago, but used the magical ancient bell as a medium, through the resonance of Yuding Xuan Gong, to see this scene imprinted in the long river of history.

"Qingxuan, from now on, you will be the one guarding the Tongtian Bell."

A handsome young Taoist priest was brought to the ancient bell. He bowed to his master and said excitedly: "I will definitely guard the Tongtian Bell and become the eyes and ears of my Yuding Palace!"

The Tongtian Bell is a treasure of Yuding. If an enemy attacks, it needs to be rung to warn.

When the mysterious sound sounded, the disciple in charge of the mountain protection formation would immediately start the formation to ensure the safety of Yuding Palace.

The disciples in the temple would immediately gather at the sword test platform to resist the foreign enemies, and the disciples who were away would also feel the Taoism and return to the mountain to help the sect overcome the difficulties.

Therefore, it is a great honor to be the bell ringer of Tongtian Bell.

Although it is boring, this Taoist priest Qingxuan is happy to do it. He performs his duties conscientiously and dares not be careless. He even sits in meditation and falls asleep under the bell every day, never leaving.

In this way, day after day, year after year.

He changed from a handsome young Taoist priest to a white-haired old Taoist priest. Fortunately, Yuding Palace has been thriving, and the Tongtian Bell has never rung once.

After a long period of peace, the disciples will inevitably relax. Some people advised him to be lazy or change things to do and stop wasting time.

But Qingxuan turned a deaf ear to it and continued to practice and guard the bell day after day.

Until one night, he suddenly saw a dark thundercloud blowing in the night sky in the distance, and there seemed to be a figure in the thundercloud.

At the same time, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes condensed, and the sky eye between his eyebrows had penetrated the layers of thunderclouds and saw the figure controlling the thunder.

It was a figure wearing a Taoist robe, but his body was covered with red hair, and there were two sharp teeth exposed.

A zombie who can use thunder magic!

Boom!

It was not thunder, but the shaking of the mountain.

A huge black turtle came from a distance, and on it stood a black-robed figure, tall and slender, standing with his hands behind his back, his long hair fluttering slightly in the air, and wearing a bronze mask.

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked.

This is... the Tianzun from six hundred years ago!

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