The God and Buddha are actually me

What is it like to be possessed by a female ghost?

At that moment, Zhang Jiuyang felt countless cold breaths pouring into his brain, and his soul was instantly frozen, with almost no power to resist.

But at this moment, the picture of Zhong Kui chewing ghosts in his mind was shining, transmitting wisps of heat.

When Zhang Jiuyang came to his senses again, he found himself in a dark place, wearing a red official robe and a three-foot-long sword on his waist.

This seems to be... the ghost-slaying sword of Tianshi Zhong Kui?

Zhang Jiuyang then realized that he... had become Zhong Kui?

Opposite him, a blood-red figure floated quietly, with a trace of doubt in his resentful pupils.

Obviously, this was the first time the female ghost encountered such a situation.

Could it be that there are other ghosts lurking in the soul of this little Taoist priest?

Looking at the iron-faced, bearded, and angry man, although her soul had long been filled with resentment, the ghost girl felt an indescribable fear in her heart.

It was as if she had met her natural enemy.

"Evil ghost Yunniang, you kill innocent people and take human lives lightly. Although you are pitiful, you are even more hateful!"

Zhang Jiuyang tried to speak, his voice was like thunder, with a kind of soul-stirring power. Under his rebuke, the ghost girl retreated again and again, with fear in her eyes.

"I am Zhong Kui, the Jinshi Tianshi of Mount Zhongnan. I will kill you today!"

Zhang Jiuyang's hand was on the hilt of the sword at his waist. He could feel the amazing power contained in the sword that killed ghosts. Once it was unsheathed, killing ghosts would be as easy as taking something out of a bag.

Legend has it that this sword was given to Zhong Kui by the King of Hell to kill ghosts. It restrained the ghosts in the world. However, because the sword was too heavy and powerful, Zhong Kui rarely used it.

He preferred to eat ghosts.

But now Zhang Jiuyang found that although he had become Zhong Kui, he did not have that kind of vast divine power, like a clay Buddha or a paper tiger.

It should be that the Zhong Kui portrait absorbed too little incense and could not yet exert all the divine power.

But the sword that slayed ghosts was a real divine object, containing incredible power, and also gave Zhang Jiuyang great confidence.

Clang!

With a loud sword sound, the sword that slayed ghosts was pulled out an inch, and the sword body was like cold light reflecting snow, illuminating the universe, and vaguely visible mysterious Taoist runes and the pattern of the Big Dipper.

The Southern Dipper is for life, and the Northern Dipper is for death.

This is a divine sword that commands all ghosts and shocks the nine netherworlds!

Just one inch out of the sheath, the female ghost felt a cold light on her back, as if she was facing a great enemy. A fear of being about to be shattered came over her, which overwhelmed the unforgettable resentment.

But the next moment, the sword light disappeared again.

Zhang Jiuyang was panting, feeling his arms sore and weak. Just pulling out an inch seemed to have consumed all his strength.

Not good, the incense absorbed by the visualization diagram was limited. Even if he was now transformed into Zhong Kui, he still couldn't pull out the ghost-slaying sword!

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the female ghost, and his heart sank.

…

In front of a room in the back room of the county government, there were many yellow talismans pasted on the door, and several ink lines were hung, with a copper bell tied to it.

The strange thing was that there was no wind, but the copper bell rang from time to time.

The two constables on duty looked strange, and subconsciously stayed away from the room, as if something terrible was imprisoned inside.

"Do you think there are really ghosts in this world?"

A constable suddenly asked in a low voice.

The other person shrank his neck upon hearing this and said, "I believe it, otherwise, how do you explain Xiaojiu's appearance?"

"Aunt Wang's family is so miserable, it's definitely not something a human can do!"

"And Xiaojiu, his body is hot and cold, and he makes a woman's voice from time to time. How do you explain it except that he bumped into something dirty?"

"That adult said that Xiaojiu is a person with Taoism, so he can fight against dirty things. If he were an ordinary person, even Aunt Wang, who kills pigs all year round and has evil spirits, he can't stop that female ghost..."

They are the constables of Yunhe County. They were suddenly called up three nights ago, saying that a big shot came to the county, and even the county magistrate had to go to greet him in person.

After the big shot summoned them, he actually took out a compass and then took them to Aunt Wang's house.

When they entered the house, they saw a scene that they would never forget in their lives.

People's hands and feet were placed on the chopping board like pork, blood was splattered everywhere, and the surroundings were in a mess. The most terrifying one was Zhang Jiuyang, who set up a stall to tell fortunes in the county.

Although he was unconscious, he was lying flat in the air, his body was shaking constantly, and he sometimes made a man's voice and sometimes a woman's voice.

The scene was so weird that they were all scared at the time.

The big man came forward calmly, took out a weight and pressed it on Zhang Jiuyang, and then Zhang Jiuyang, who was floating in the air, fell to the ground and his body stopped shaking.

Then the big man looked at Zhang Jiuyang for a long time, and he was amazed. He ordered people to carry him back to the county government and locked him in this room.

"I hope Xiaojiu can survive."

"I heard that Yunniang seems to be back again..."

"Shh, don't say it, didn't the big man say that this kind of thing should not be discussed, let alone spread!"

Just when the other detectives wanted to say something, the copper bell hanging at the door suddenly stopped ringing.

A voice sounded faintly in the house, and the voice was a little hoarse.

"Water, I want to drink water!"

The two detectives were shocked and looked at each other.

Zhang Jiuyang woke up!

…

Zhang Jiuyang opened his eyes and found that he was in a strange place. His upper body was naked, his hands and feet were tied with red threads, and there were several yellow talismans attached to his body.

His throat felt like it was on fire, and he couldn't help shouting.

Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and the back door was pushed open. Zhang Jiuyang vaguely saw many police officers standing outside, as well as the county magistrate, county magistrate and others in official uniforms.

But none of them dared to come in. Only a figure walked in calmly and closed the door behind his back.

The person who came was a somewhat obese middle-aged man, wearing a black robe and a mustache, with a kind temperament. The fat on his face seemed to be trembling as he walked.

The only strange thing was that in broad daylight, he was holding a lit candle in his hand.

The man smiled slightly, his eyes almost invisible, but there was a sharp light that could not be ignored, looking at Zhang Jiuyang like a knife.

"Sorry, I have to confirm who you are first."

He slowly stepped forward, holding a candle in one hand and taking out an ancient brass plate from his arms with the other hand. The back was engraved with Bagua patterns and some Taoist scriptures.

"This is a ghost mirror, specially used to detect possessed ghosts. Don't be afraid. As long as this mirror doesn't light up, I won't burn you to death."

Only then did Zhang Jiuyang realize that there were actually firewood and kerosene placed under his bed!

No wonder this guy was holding a candle in broad daylight. He was probably going to be cremated as soon as the mirror lit up.

Your uncle's!

Zhang Jiuyang struggled for a while, but found that these red lines were surprisingly tough.

Fortunately, the bronze mirror did not shine, and Zhang Jiuyang in the mirror did not look like a ghost.

The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his sharp eyes narrowed a lot, and he casually placed the candle in the corner of the bed, but did not blow it out.

The beating flames made Zhang Jiuyang's eyelids jump.

He couldn't care less about his thirst and held back a few words for a while.

"Brother, the weather is dry."

"Be careful with the candle..."