The God and Buddha are actually me

Hearing Yue Ling's teasing, Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and smiled.

But he was not really surprised. No one who could enter the underworld was a simple person, including the Demon King of Bei Liao who had always stood on his side.

There are many monsters in Northern Liao, and the most respected ones are the immortals.

The so-called immortals worship the demon clan as great immortals and use the power of the demon clan to improve their cultivation and gain supernatural powers.

This lineage often makes rapid progress, but it is also extremely dangerous and has limited prospects, because the cultivation level of a cultivator cannot exceed that of the immortal they worship.

In such an environment, he can still become the leading demon king and be worshipped by the entire Northern Liao royal family, which shows his strength.

So Zhang Jiuyang never underestimated the other party.

Just now he deliberately fought with the dragon-slaying old man, forcing the demon king to use his magic power to support him, and only then did he completely confirm the identity of the other party.

"People from Northern Liao have also come to wade into the muddy waters. This Luotian Grand Ceremony is really lively."

Zhang Jiuyang seemed to be smiling, but his eyes became more profound. He glanced at the monk Kongwen from Qingliang Temple and the little monk beside him.

It’s interesting that heroes from all over the world gather in one place.

He wanted to see what the emperor wanted to do.

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Zhang Jiuyang defeated the dragon-slaying old man who had been roaming the northern desert for decades with ease, and even cut off the opponent's dragon bone staff. The news spread quickly like a storm.

Even the monks at the foot of the mountain were overwhelmed with emotion after hearing this.

A real man should be like this!

The dragon-slaying old man was arrogant and domineering, and had been flirting with Bei Liao for many years. He had many murderous bandits under his command.

But once you arrive in Daqian, even the most powerful dragon will have to stay still.

Zhang Jiuyang's move was truly pleasing to the people.

After the rain stops, the prayer for rain continues.

One after another, monks who were quite confident in themselves appeared on the stage, but returned in defeat. Not to mention rain, many of them couldn't even summon the wind, and became the laughing stock of others.

But there were also people who, despite the tremendous pressure, cast spells to summon a little rain. Although it was not much, it finally helped.

Zhang Jiuyang nodded repeatedly after watching this.

Although these people are still far away from the sixth realm, they have a very solid foundation in the five realms, and the scriptures they have recited are also extraordinary. They have different methods and are full of style.

It is true that the world is so big and there are so many talented people.

It is worth mentioning that after these people succeeded in praying for rain, most of them would ask the immortals for guidance and comments. The person who was consulted the most was not the most famous Taiping Temple Master, nor the most experienced Yimei Immortal, but Zhang Jiuyang, who was in his early twenties.

It can be seen that the battle with the dragon-slaying old man just now really shocked them.

Zhang Jiuyang also made bold comments, always able to point out their problems with incisive language and propose ways to improve them, which benefited everyone a lot.

Before they knew it, a large circle of cultivators were sitting around Zhang Jiuyang, like stars surrounding the moon.

This scene made many real people look solemn, and they looked at Zhang Jiuyang with even more fear.

Finally, after two hours, most of the cultivators in the fourth and fifth realms finished praying for rain, and only seven succeeded, each of whom was a leader among the five realms.

Among them, four are Taoists and three are Buddhist monks.

The emperor stood up, glanced at the calm and composed masters, and said, "I wonder if you masters are willing to give it a try?"

From beginning to end, no real person came forward to pray for rain.

This made the emperor a little uneasy.

Everyone held their breath upon hearing this, knowing that the most exciting part was about to begin.

Praying for rain is fake, the real battle is real!

If you could watch the battle between real people, especially between Zhang Zhenren and the master of Taiping Temple, then you would have no regrets in your life!

When faced with the emperor's questions, the true men looked at their noses with their eyes, their mouths with their noses, and their hearts with their mouths, and none of them took the initiative to take action.

They are all waiting for someone.

Before that person made a move, others were reluctant to waste too much energy.

Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly, slowly raised his eyes and looked at the sky above his head.

"Praying for rain is fake, fighting magic is also fake, only one thing is real, disciple, do you know what it is?"

Zhang Jiuyang stretched out his hand to touch the wisps of water vapor around him and suddenly asked.

Shao Yun was startled, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "It's drought."

"good."

Zhang Jiuyang flicked his sleeves, and the next moment, the clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing a clear blue sky, as crystal clear as a mirror.

The sky is like a mirror, reflecting the suffering of all living beings.

There were patches of scorched and cracked earth, patches of withered and dying crops, and shirtless, dark-skinned farmers.

"The five states of Shenzhou, Qingzhou, Jizhou, Liangzhou, and Yongzhou have all suffered from drought this year. Your Majesty has set the first stage of the Luotian Grand Ceremony to pray for rain, hoping to gather the strength of the heroes to alleviate the drought and protect the people's autumn harvest. This is a meritorious deed."

Zhang Jiuyang stood up and looked at everyone, his clear and bright eyes looking at those real people one by one.

Even the most detached master of Taiping Temple put down the book in his hand and stared at him quietly.

The emperor seemed to have guessed what Zhang Jiuyang wanted to say. His expression changed and he wanted to speak out to stop him, but Zhang Jiuyang's voice had already sounded.

"But what are we doing here? Has the rain that fell on Yuhuang Mountain today watered even an inch of dry land? Has it watered even a withered crop?"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the farmers who were at a loss and confused as they looked at the crops. Many of them were already old, and the food from this land was related to the survival of the whole family.

But farmers have relied on the weather since ancient times. If there is no rain, they can only wait to die.

“None of the people who need rain the most are in Yuhuang Mountain.”

Those who are dressed in silk and satin are not silkworm farmers.

The soil of Yuhuang Mountain is almost turning into mud, but none of the people who need rain the most are here.

"The Taoist art of praying for rain and spreading rainbows is meant to save the world and the people, and to adjust the wind and rain. If God doesn't give the people a way to survive, we will give it to them. If God doesn't do the right thing, we will do it."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was not loud, but it rang clearly in everyone's ears.

He took a step forward, and there seemed to be an invisible staircase in the void, allowing him to slowly ascend to the sky, his figure getting higher and higher.

"Master Fang Yuan, I know you don't like me, but don't you want to play a game of chess with the heaven?"

Fang Yuan's gloomy eyebrows moved slightly.

"Master Youyun, I know that you, the Corpse Driving Mountain, regard me as an enemy, but more than 600 years ago, the Corpse Driving Mountain also emptied its family property to help Taizu. The ancestor of the sect once said that if there is a day when there are no corpses to drive in the mountain, it will be a prosperous age."

There were ripples in Taoist Master Youyun's eyes, and the stench of corpse on his body seemed to fade.

"Master Linghui."

The head of Shuiyun Sword Temple, Master Linghui, suddenly opened her eyes, looked at Zhang Jiuyang sharply, and said word by word: "Don't even think about asking me to help you."

But Zhang Jiuyang just smiled faintly and said, "I only ask Master, please don't stab me in the back when I pray for rain."

Master Linghui suddenly paused.

After that, he raised his head and howled to the sky, saying clearly: "Zhang Jiuyang, the first generation Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, wishes to pray for a heavy rain for the people of the five states of Daqian today. If anyone can help..."

He snapped his fingers and the Three Purities Bell appeared between heaven and earth, growing larger and larger until it turned into a gigantic imperial bell.

The dragon and phoenix patterns, the Yuqing Taoism, the Yuanshi Heavenly Book, the sun, the moon and the stars all seemed to be vaguely visible on the ancient imperial bell.

"Please follow me to ring this bell!"

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