The God and Buddha are actually me

"Ghost... fierce?"

Zhang Jiuyang was a little confused.

"It seems that your master has never told you this."

The expert explained patiently: "Qin Tian Jian divided the cases into five levels according to the degree of danger of the evil spirits, namely ghost, evil, evil, disaster and abyss, which is called... the evil world of five turbidities."

"Ordinary wandering souls are not among the five turbidities. Only ghosts or demons that are not afraid of the three fires of humans and have the ability to harm humans can be included in them."

"Although ghost-level evil spirits can harm people, they will not cause large-scale casualties, just like Yun Niang before, but once she completely turns into red, she is no longer a ghost-level, but a vicious-level!"

When the word fierce was mentioned, the master's expression was not only solemn, but even a little frightened.

"When it reaches a ferocious level, little Si Chen like me can't handle it. The number of people who will die will probably increase several times or even dozens of times!"

He stood up, no longer as calm as before, and murmured: "Strange, impossible, how could she become stronger so fast?"

Zhang Jiuyang said in a deep voice: "The first time I met her, a single word of "軻字" scared her away. When we fought for the second time, she was still afraid of my wicker magic weapon, but when we fought for the third time, she actually broke it. Got my magic weapon!"

This speed of getting stronger is incredible.

If Zhang Jiuyang had not been fooled, if he had offended such a ruthless person, the grass on his grave would have been ten feet tall.

The expert couldn't answer his question and could only say: "At this rate, in a few days, I'm afraid she will become a murderer!"

"Brother Gao, you might as well call for help quickly."

Zhang Jiuyang made suggestions.

The expert smiled bitterly and said: "Even if we ask for help, we have to wait for several days. If she becomes a murderer... many people will die by then."

There was a trace of determination in his eyes, and he said: "I will send a letter to ask for help, but I must not wait for it to become stronger. We must take action at noon tomorrow at the latest!"

Zhang Jiuyang was a little in awe, and it had to be said that Si Chen from Qintian Prison was indeed very dedicated.

"Brother Gao, there is some information that may be useful to you."

Zhang Jiuyang told the clues about Lu Yaoxing and Bai Shiqiao, and suggested that he could start from these two places to check.

The expert listened very carefully and said with sincere gratitude: "The two things you mentioned are very important. I will send people to investigate and record them in the file. Even if I die, I believe that my colleagues who came to support me will also Seen.”

Zhang Jiuyang was startled, looking at his naive face, feeling a little complicated in his heart.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand why the master enjoyed eating white rice so much, even the grains of rice that fell out.

Although their profession seems to be glamorous and has many privileges, even the county magistrate must be respectful when meeting them, but they are actually walking on the edge of death.

Being able to eat white rice in the sun, breathe the fresh air freely, and tell yourself that you are still alive is a kind of happiness.

The master patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Go back and don't go out these days."

Zhang Jiuyang stopped talking.

The expert seemed to see what he was thinking and said with a smile: "Do you think that I saved you because I wanted to draw you together to deal with Yun Niang?"

Zhang Jiuyang said nothing, this was indeed his initial thought.

The master said calmly: "To be honest, I did have this idea at first, but after knowing that Yun Niang was about to turn into a villain, I gave up the idea."

"Little brother, although you have developed magic power, your Taoism is too shallow and far inferior to your master. It is difficult to deal with even ghost-level evil spirits, let alone Yun Niang, who is about to become a vicious one."

"To be honest, if you can wake up from the possession, you are already considered to be extremely tough, and your ancestral graves are smoking."

After a pause, he took a deep look at Zhang Jiuyang and sighed: "You have mastered magic at such a young age, and your qualifications are not bad. You should not die here."

"Blind Lin...has gained a good apprentice!"

…

Zhang Jiuyang left the county government office looking a little dazed.

In just a few days, there were far fewer pedestrians on the street, and all the bustle in the past was gone, making it look very deserted.

The government posted a notice saying that murderous gangsters have been scurrying to Yunhe County in the past few days, so everyone should not go out easily.

Zhang Jiuyang walked to Aunt Wang's stall. She used to sell pork here, but now the bold and righteous woman has not left the stall for a long time.

Although the expert immediately asked a doctor for treatment, she still did not survive.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly remembered that the piece of leftover pork that she gave to him when she was not possessed was still sitting in the kitchen at home. It must have smelled...

He continued walking. To be honest, he hated that Yun Niang and wished he could kill her with his own hands, but his reason told him that it was best not to get involved in this matter.

On that night when he was possessed, he had exhausted all his cards and risked his life, but in the end he almost died.

Although Zhong Kui is powerful and is a legendary ghost hunter, in this world, his power seems to be greatly consumed and he needs to absorb incense to slowly recover.

Otherwise, in the sea of ​​consciousness, when he transformed into Zhong Kui, he would not be unable to pull out the ghost-slaying sword.

He is still too weak now.

Zhang Jiuyang has gradually figured out the secret of the visualization map. As long as he slowly develops it and spreads the belief of Tianshi Zhongkui while finding some weak ghosts to eat, his cultivation level should rise rapidly.

If you wait for decades, you might become invincible right out of the mountain.

At that time, all ghosts, evil spirits, and evil spirits can be destroyed with a snap of the finger. Wouldn't it be wonderful?

But why...am I not happy?

Unknowingly, Zhang Jiuyang once again came to the familiar steamed bun shop. In this unaccompanied world, only the simple and kind-hearted father and daughter could bring him some warmth.

Zhang Jiuyang was not surprised that the door of the steamed bun shop was closed. After all, the current situation was not suitable for business.

He went up and knocked on the door.

No one answered for a long time.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. Ah Li and Uncle Jiang have been living in a steamed bun shop. Uncle Jiang is a deaf mute and rarely goes out. Ah Li is always with him, so why is he not at home?

He knocked on Uncle Jiang's neighbor's door. After a while, an old man opened the door. He was relieved to see that it was Zhang Jiuyang.

"Old man, where are the father and daughter selling steamed buns?"

The old man's expression changed slightly, and he waved his hand and said, "They're all dead. They've all drowned. Don't ask. This matter is mysterious."

Zhang Jiuyang felt a bang in his head and stood there without speaking.

The old man sighed and said, "Don't you think it's strange? Such a well-behaved and beautiful little girl went to the river to play in the water at night. Her father also went into the water to save her, but neither of them came up."

"I heard that the bodies haven't been recovered yet..."

Zhang Jiuyang silently came to the steamed bun shop and pushed hard. The old wooden door could not stop his brute force and was pushed open with a click.

He walked into the back hall and saw the fermented dough in the vat, as well as eggs, sugar and water...

On a piece of paper on the table, three words were written densely.

Jiang Youli.

The small, crooked characters are like weeds on the roadside that no one cares about.

She had just learned to write her name, but she had already left this world.

Hidden in the jar on the table was a small, bulging purse embroidered with steamed bun patterns. Zhang Jiuyang poured out hundreds of copper coins, mixed with one or two familiar pieces of silver.

"I want to study so that I can make a lot of money, and then find a great doctor to treat my father so that he can hear and speak again..."

The child's words are still in my ears, but within a few days, things have changed.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly felt a little confused in his heart.

He lowered his eyes and sat on the small chair where Ah Li usually sat. The pale yellow sunset shone on his face through the window paper. The red glow outside the window was like fire, and the setting sun was in the sky.

You can still vaguely see the rippling Xiaoyun River.

Zhang Jiuyang knew that this was by no means an accident, but a deliberate revenge by the female ghost after the possession failed.

Because in the entire Yunhe County, Uncle Jiang and his daughter are closest to him.

He sat at the window and looked at the river quietly until the sky darkened little by little, the moon rose and set, and the stars were bright.

In a daze, he heard prayers again, not from Aunt Wang, but from someone else.

"Bless the Lord of the House, Heavenly Master Zhong Kui."

"Ms. Zheng, a civilian woman, is sincere. Please bless my child to grow up safely..."

"Little Min Wang San, please kowtow to your head. My mother drowned in Xiaoyun River. She told me in her dream that she was cold. Please help her..."

"Xiaomin Zhou Lei..."

Zhang Jiuyang understood that these were the portraits of Zhong Kui he had given out when he set up a fortune-telling stall.

After all, there are still people who want to believe it.

Although there were not many, the gathering of these sounds made Zhang Jiuyang sit up straight subconsciously.

Wisps of blue incense float into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and the picture of Zhong Kui chewing ghosts embellishes it with color. Although it is small, it is extremely pious.

"After all...it's hard to calm down."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly smiled freely, as if he had put down some kind of heavy burden, opened his shackles, and his soul had been sublimated in some way.

He knew what he really wanted to do.

…

ps: Stop scolding, stop scolding, there will be a reversal later~