The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhuge Mansion, in a wing room.

If Zhang Jiuyang were here, he would find that the house was covered by thirteen formations. Even with clairvoyance and hearing, it would be difficult to spy on the secrets.

In the room, Zhuge Yunhu, who was said to be recuperating behind closed doors and not seeing anyone, was meeting a mysterious visitor.

The man was dressed in a white robe and sat in front of the table. Most of his face was covered, leaving only his chin.

The tea brewed by Zhuge Yunhu himself on the table was emitting wisps of white smoke, and the fragrance was fragrant, but the man in white robe was unmoved, his voice was indifferent and hoarse.

"Is it worth it?"

The man in white robe suddenly asked these three words.

"Worth it."

Zhuge Yunhu nodded without any hesitation, and his tone was calm, as if he was saying that the sun would rise from the east and the moon would set from the west.

The man in white robe stared at Zhuge Yunhu's eyes, not missing any subtle changes in his expression.

Zhuge Yunhu drank tea without any expression.

"Everyone calls you a sick cat, but now it seems that they are all wrong. You are crazier than anyone else."

The white-robed man groaned and said, "After the Luotian Grand Ceremony, I will take action."

Zhuge Yunhu seemed to be relieved and smiled, "Thank you."

"For the sake of our long-time friendship, what else can I do for you before I leave?"

Zhuge Yunhu thought for a while and said, "Take the second girl away."

"Her parents are gone, and she is still young. Apart from being a little greedy, she has no other problems. I hope you don't dislike her."

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Lion's head, osmanthus cake, rouge goose breast, golden roast chicken, crystal sauce pork elbow...

When the food was placed in front of the fat girl, she widened her eyes and the compass in her hand fell down with a snap.

Zhang Jiuyang took out 18 delicacies from the purple gold gourd in a row, filling the entire pavilion.

He sat on the ground and smiled at the fat girl, "Please."

The fat girl's face was so excited that it seemed to dance. She sat down excitedly and said in disbelief, "These... are all for me?"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and nodded, saying, "Eat as much as you want, no money."

Yue Ling had told him all the news about the little girl.

The little girl's name is Zhuge Feng, nicknamed Erya, she is the granddaughter of Zhuge Yunhu and one of the few descendants of the Zhuge family today.

Her father's name is Zhuge Qing, Zhuge Yu's younger brother.

When the news of Zhuge Yu's death came back, Zhuge Qing was filled with righteous indignation and joined the Imperial Observatory. Although he did not fight on the front line, he frequently performed the art of calculation in the Tianji Pavilion. In the end, he died of illness at the age of 34 due to leaking too much Tianji.

I don't know how many lives he saved with the Tianji he calculated.

But Tianji is Tianji after all. After Zhuge Qing died, even his wife, who was the Lingtai Lang of the Imperial Observatory, died in battle soon after.

Only Erya, who had just been born, was left.

Yue Ling often came to see her, and every time she would bring a lot of food, because Erya's biggest hobby was eating.

Erya ate happily, sharing her toys with Zhang Jiuyang while eating. Unlike children of the same age, she liked all kinds of complicated mechanical locks, ancient compasses, star maps, arrays...

Eating people is short-sighted, and soon Erya called brother, brother.

Zhang Jiuyang pinched the soft flesh on her face and liked this lively and cheerful girl very much.

She had no father or mother, but she was still so optimistic and sunny, and even said that she wanted to join the Imperial Observatory in the future because the food there was better.

I don't know how long it took, just as the three were enjoying the food, a carriage slowly stopped outside the pavilion.

Yue Ling paused slightly, and her palm quietly pressed on the handle of the dragon bird knife at her waist.

Zhang Jiuyang continued to tease Erya.

"Erya, come with me."

A low and old voice sounded in the carriage.

There was still half a chicken wing on the corner of the little girl's mouth. Upon hearing this, she quickly shrank behind Zhang Jiuyang, grabbed the corner of Zhang Jiuyang's clothes with her greasy little hands, and shook her head like a rattle.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the carriage quietly with a deep gaze.

There was a top master sitting in the carriage. His aura was even stronger than that of Ji Zhen, the commander of the imperial army. In his eyes, the man was sitting in the carriage, but he looked like a dragon king living in the deep sea and a tiger lying in the mountains.

He seemed to see the flames all over the sky, as if they were going to burn all the clouds in the sky to ashes.

This person's practice of fire has reached a shocking level, even better than Yue Ling's Ming Wang Fa.

The capital is indeed a place where crouching tigers and hidden dragons are hidden.

"Your grandfather gave you to me. From now on, you have to listen to me. First of all, change your last name. From now on, you will be called Zhu Feng instead of Zhuge Feng."

Inside the carriage, the old voice continued to sound. Although the voice was not loud, it had an unquestionable majesty, just like an emperor sitting high in the sky, and the world had to obey his orders.

"You are lying!"

Hearing that the other party wanted to change her last name, Erya actually threw her favorite chicken wings at him, and her eyes were red.

Snap!

The chicken wings did not hit the carriage, but were whipped into powder by the coachman.

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Yue Ling stared at the coachman with a suspicious look, as if he had thought of something.

"It is your honor that the master is willing to accept you."

The coachman slowly uttered this sentence, as if he had not spoken for a long time, so he pronounced the words very heavily and spoke very slowly.

He is a skinny old man, as thin as a stick, with rough and dull skin, and cloudy eyes.

But Zhang Jiuyang seemed to hear the sound of the river flowing in him.

That is the blood hidden like a thousand-mile glacier.

The groom whipped his whip again, and the whip grew longer in the wind, and rolled towards Erya as dexterously as a black snake.

Yue Ling was about to draw his sword, but Zhang Jiuyang held his hand down.

"Be obedient. Didn't I tell you before? You can't do anything easily now, lest you injure the fetus."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was gentle, but he waved his other hand.

In an instant, the howling wind made the entire pavilion rustle. The strong wind was like a knife, cutting the heavy iron whip directly into powder, and fine knife marks appeared on the beams of the pavilion.

The strong wind in the sleeves of the Jade Cauldron's Thirty-six Dharma!

With a wave of his sleeve, it is like the wind blowing down from the sky. It can scrape the bones of immortals, rot the flowers on their heads, fascinate the eyes of gods and deceive the hearts of saints.

This is a description of this magical power after it has been fully cultivated. Although it is exaggerated, it is undeniable that this magical power can be ranked among the thirty-six methods of the Jade Cauldron, and it is indeed unique.

There is a legend that spiritual practice can avoid three disasters. It is said that if a monk wants to live forever, he must survive a tribulation every five hundred years. The first five hundred years is a thunder disaster, the second five hundred years is a fire disaster, and the third five hundred years is a fire disaster. A hundred years is a wind disaster.

This wind is not the southeast or northwest wind, nor is it the harmonious wind of gold and new moon, nor is it the wind of flowers, willows, pines, and bamboos. It is called the rogue wind. It blows from the fontanel into the six organs, passes through the Dantian, and penetrates the nine orifices. The bones and flesh are thinned, and the body self-resolves.

The purpose of the magical power of Gangfeng in this door's sleeves is to avoid the three disasters.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang used it, and it was really like a hurricane turning into a dragon, roaring and flying, picking up thousands of dead branches and leaves, and blowing towards the carriage.

"Don't alarm the master!"

The groom shouted angrily, then turned over and dismounted. His thin body made a crackling sound. It was as crisp as fried beans, then like firecrackers, and in the end it was like thunder, deafening.

The groom's thin body like a bamboo pole swelled, and his rough skin became moist and shiny. His whole body was like a mountain rising from the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he changed from a skinny old man to a tall and tall man like an iron tower.

Practicing unique skills all over the body can be said to be the pinnacle of excellence.

He had a bronze-like luster all over his body, and his muscles were as knotted as fine steel. He resolutely blocked the incoming strong wind, not wanting it to disturb the people in the carriage.

"King Vajra, you are members of the White Clothes Alliance!"

Yue Ling finally recognized the origin of this person and his pupils froze.

If Vajra Dharma King, one of the four Dharma Kings of the White Clothes Alliance, can be allowed to act as a groom, wouldn't the person sitting there be...

Leader in white!

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