The God and Buddha are actually me

Seven days later.

Zhang Jiuyang sat cross-legged on the bluestone, bathing in the morning sun, and finished practicing Zhongli Baduanjin today. He opened his eyes, and his pupils were clearly black and white, becoming clearer and more energetic.

The heat in his body was slowly growing, and his body was also becoming stronger. Every time he finished practicing, he could feel the changes in his body, although small, but long-lasting.

During this period, he could hear Aunt Wang's prayers every night. After swallowing a wisp of incense, the portrait of Zhong Kui in his mind became more spiritual, and the color gradually spread.

Unfortunately, because there was too little incense, the portrait did not show more magic.

But Zhang Jiuyang had a hunch that after absorbing enough incense, he would reveal the real secret of the portrait.

During this period, he tried to burn incense for Zhong Kui himself, but it didn't work. It didn't work to pay others to burn incense. It seemed that only the incense of sincere people could be truly accepted by the gods.

In other words, if he wanted to reveal the secret of the portrait as soon as possible, he needed to help Zhong Kui Tianshi to promote and develop faith.

Well, I still want to be a charlatan.

So today Zhang Jiuyang decided to reopen his business and set up a stall to tell fortunes.

He specially chose a place far away from Baishi Bridge. As soon as he set up his stall, someone came to the door.

"Xiaojiu, can you help me calculate my fortune?"

A white-haired old man came forward and asked.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at his trembling hands and the wrinkles on his face, and couldn't help but comfort him: "Uncle, judging from your palm, this fortune is still behind."

The old man gave a few copper coins and left happily.

Not long after, someone came to tell fortunes again, and even lined up, which was a world of difference from the previous lack of interest.

"Xiaojiu, Aunt Wang has told us that you are really capable. You cured her husband's evil spirits!"

"Tell me quickly whether I can get married this year?"

"And me, I want to buy a thing to ward off evil spirits. I always feel gloomy recently..."

Only then did Zhang Jiuyang understand that Aunt Wang had helped him promote the story these days. She sells meat in the county. She is generous and righteous, and has a great reputation. In addition, exorcism is very exciting, so the story has been quietly spread in the county.

Now everyone knows that Blind Lin has a high-level apprentice, who is better than his master.

After a day, Zhang Jiuyang was exhausted and dry-mouthed, but the harvest was not small. The money he made was secondary. He would give a picture of Zhong Kui to every person who came to tell fortunes. I just don't know if they will burn incense as required.

Well, maybe we should also promote the story of Zhong Kui.

What Zhong Kui catches ghosts, Zhong Kui marries his sister, if it can be spread among the people, he doesn't need to promote it, the people will spontaneously go to burn incense and pray for protection.

However, this matter needs to be carefully planned, and there is no rush for the time being.

Zhang Jiuyang put away his tools and prepared to go home. These days, he has become more and more integrated into this small county with simple folk customs. Female ghosts and the like have gone far away. He just wants to live his own life.

"Xiao Jiu, don't leave yet."

A familiar voice sounded, and Zhang Jiuyang looked back. It turned out to be Aunt Wang. She was standing under the shade of a tree, holding a large piece of fat pork in her hand.

"Xiao Jiu, Aunt said before that I would send you good meat."

After a pause, she smiled on her chubby face and emphasized: "This is the best pork. Aunt killed it specially for you. Take it quickly."

The texture of the meat was clear and shiny, as if it had just been killed not long ago.

"Aunt, no, the money you gave is enough--"

"You must accept it."

Aunt Wang suddenly put away her smile, her black eyes looked at him quietly, and said word by word.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly. He didn't like this commanding tone, but thinking that the other party was also kind, he didn't say anything and walked over to take the meat.

Aunt Wang smiled again and said, "It's hot, the meat will go bad easily, remember to eat it when you get back."

After that, she turned and left, limping.

"Aunt, what's wrong with your leg?"

Aunt Wang paused, looked sideways, and smiled, "It's okay, it was just that the pig pushed me when I was slaughtering the pig."

Looking at the figure that was gradually going away, Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly and looked at the pork in his hand. The light yellow fat exuded a disgusting fishy smell.

...

Night fell.

But Zhang Jiuyang didn't go home, but went to the east end of the county. It was more remote and there were fewer residents. Aunt Wang's home was here.

From a distance, two red lanterns were hung at the door of the room, and the faint light was flickering in the night.

Zhang Jiuyang knocked on the door, but no one responded. He pushed it gently, and the door slowly opened. It was not locked.

A bloody smell came.

This was not surprising. Aunt Wang was a pig butcher and raised many pigs at home. It was not surprising to have a bloody smell, but the strange thing was that Aunt Wang raised so many pigs, but there was not even a pig cry around, it was very quiet.

A big wolf dog was lying there limply. Its name was Da Zhuang. Aunt Wang often fed it with pork and pork bones. It was fat and strong, and very fierce.

But now it didn't bark until Zhang Jiuyang walked up to it.

When he touched it with his hand, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes condensed, because a big hole was cut open under the dog's belly, and the internal organs inside had disappeared.

And in the dog's mouth, there was a piece of blood and flesh mixed with clothes fragments.

Zhang Jiuyang took a deep breath and continued to move forward.

Passing by the pig pen, I found it was even bloodier, with internal organs flying everywhere and blood dripping everywhere. Even the piglets that had just been born were killed.

Ta!

Tap!

Tap!

In the main room, the sound of a kitchen knife chopping meat suddenly sounded, not fast or slow. Through the faint candlelight, a fat figure was reflected on the window paper.

Zhang Jiuyang silently clenched the willow branch in his hand, slowed down his pace, and slowly walked forward.

There was a small hole in the window paper. He leaned over and looked inside carefully. The first thing that caught his eye was Aunt Wang who was chopping meat.

Her face was splattered with blood, and the chopping board was already covered with meat paste. There was also a...human hand next to her.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly felt nauseous, but the more disgusting thing was still to come.

I saw Aunt Wang lift up her pants, revealing a calf with a piece of meat missing, and then cut off a piece with a kitchen knife. The whole process seemed unusually calm, as if the bleeding calf was not her own.

There is no doubt that Aunt Wang was possessed by the female ghost, and her man was probably...

Could it be that the portrait of Zhong Kui did not suppress the evil ghost?

Zhang Jiuyang soon saw the answer. He saw that the portrait of Zhong Kui on the wall of the main hall was now only half left, and it was soaked with a dark red blood stain.

According to folklore, the blood of a woman during her menstrual period, which is a yin thing, can make Taoist magic tools or some statues that have been blessed malfunction.

Therefore, some extreme Taoists will even buy women's menstrual cloth to make magic weapons.

Zhang Jiuyang instantly understood that the female ghost took the opportunity to possess Aunt Wang when she was out, and then used Aunt Wang's blood to defile the portrait, and finally succeeded completely.

As for the meat that Aunt Wang sent today, there is no doubt... it belongs to her husband.

"You can't save him unless you tell me where Lu Yaoxing is?"

Zhang Jiuyang remembered the words the female ghost threatened him that night, and a burst of anger surged in his heart.

The reason why the female ghost sent him meat was nothing more than mocking and showing off. The person you want to protect was killed by me in the end, and I even want to play with you and eat his meat.

Maybe I'll go ask if it tastes good tomorrow...

Zhang Jiuyang clenched the willow branch tightly, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Damn it, I'll eat you!

Gu~

Just in time, I'm hungry again.

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