The God and Buddha are actually me

As Zhang Jiuyang told the story, the attitude of the Double-Faced Buddha also changed. From the disdain and ridicule at the beginning, he gradually became indifferent and dignified.

Although he didn't look convinced, he no longer frequently interrupted, but quietly listened to all the files.

It wasn't until Zhang Jiuyang finished telling that he sneered and said: "A very bold lie, Zhang Jiuyang. Although the story you made up is wonderful, it is full of loopholes."

"For example, in the pit where wolves were hunted, if it hadn't been for my sister's sacrifice, why couldn't I have climbed out at first and then climbed out again?"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly and said: "Double-faced Buddha, why do you think Mahakala Buddha chose you? If you want a person to completely despair of this world, you will naturally have to arrange the most cruel drama."

"Mahaykala Buddha needs you to complete Krishna's plan. He needs you to become resentful and angry enough."

After a pause, Zhang Jiuyang said meaningfully: "You had never practiced cultivation at that time, but you were just stronger. If the conjoined body was really broken and the bleeding continued, let alone crawling out, how could you survive?"

"But according to Mr. Meng, you not only climbed out, but you also immediately went to take revenge, and then killed many people in a row. Don't you think it's strange?"

"That's because Buddha helped me!"

Double-faced Buddha suddenly shouted loudly.

"Yes, you have finally admitted that the whole scene was actually orchestrated by the Buddha. It even started as soon as you were born."

"Why did your father want to kill you when you were born?"

"Why was it that when you were thrown into the wilderness, a female leopard came to raise you?"

"How come you were able to survive wandering at such a young age, and you happened to meet the old dean?"

"Why did you wake up during medical practice after taking Ma Bo Decoction and hear a conversation that made you completely despair?"

"Double-Faced Buddha, you are a smart man. Don't you think this is too much of a coincidence?"

Zhang Jiuyang threw out a series of questions.

These were not random fabrications by him, but suspicions that had already arisen when he listened to Mr. Meng’s story.

The story of the Double-Faced Buddha seems to be a script that has been arranged since birth, with a strong sense of design.

If there was no handwriting of Mahakala Buddha behind this, Zhang Jiuyang would not believe it even to death.

Faced with these problems, the Double-Faced Buddha opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

He himself is a master at playing with people's hearts. He often uses the secret mantra of Avalokitesvara to confuse people. He has also done similar things, forcing a person into a desperate situation and stimulating the deepest evil in his heart.

He had never thought about himself before, but now when he looked back on the past, he suddenly discovered that there did seem to be some traces of man-made factors in his past experiences.

But he wasn't convinced just yet.

"Zhang Jiuyang, there is another biggest loophole, that is, the bones in my body are real. If there is no sister, how can I explain the bones?"

"The ghost mother also saw my sister back then. Could it be that she was also lying?"

The double-faced Buddha stared at Zhang Jiuyang and asked.

This is indeed the biggest loophole in the dossier, because his sister's bones are inside his body and have become a magic knife that contains terrifying spells.

Zhang Jiuyang did not panic and said calmly: "Double-faced Buddha, haven't you ever had any doubts?"

"Your sister is so kind that she can't even bear to trample an ant to death. Why did her bones become such a vicious magic knife?"

This magic sword was rarely used by the Double-Faced Buddha and was sealed in his body all year round. Once it was unsheathed, its power was so amazing that even Yue Ling's dragon-elephant body could barely resist it.

In the battle with Senior Brother Miao, Double-Faced Buddha did not use this sword. It was simply because the difference in strength was too great. Even if he used it, he would not be able to win. There was even a possibility that Senior Brother Miao would directly destroy the magic sword.

Naturally, it is impossible for the double-faced Buddha who loves his sister to use it.

After hearing Zhang Jiuyang's words, the Double-Faced Buddha fell silent and did not speak for a long time.

"Actually, the ghost mother did see a pair of conjoined brothers and sisters on the roadside. You did have a little girl on your back at that time, but she was already dead."

The Double-Faced Buddha raised his head and looked at Zhang Jiuyang. He began to wonder what the other person wanted to say.

"But the little girl sewn on your body is not your sister, Double-Faced Buddha. Do you still remember at the end of the story, when you held your sister's bones and forced a doctor to help you sew them back on your back?"

The double-faced Buddha's pupils condensed, revealing the color of memories.

Back then, he lost to Ye Zuzhi and was seriously injured. He thought he was about to die, so he returned to the wolf trap to retrieve his sister's bones, forced a doctor to sew them up for him, and then returned to the Salesian Bureau to wait for death.

It was also at that time that the ghost mother passed by and casually saved his life.

"The doctor you persecuted has long since passed away, but we found his descendants. His descendants said that before he died, my grandfather kept shouting that he was sorry for Yao'er."

After a pause, Zhang Jiuyang sighed: "Yao'er, she was the doctor's youngest daughter back then. She died of illness at an early age. Before she passed her first seven days, you broke in and used a knife to force the doctor to sew up your sister's bones for you. "

"But your hands are completely empty. Where are the bones?"

"In order for the whole family to survive, the doctor could only ruthlessly sew the body of the little daughter... onto your body."

"That's why the ghost mother can see her sister."

Boom!

The pupils of the Double-Faced Buddha trembled greatly, and the originally firm eyes became distracted for a moment, as if struck by five thunders, and even the body was trembling slightly.

"No, this is impossible..."

He muttered to himself, as if hypnotizing himself.

But Zhang Jiuyang's voice continued to sound like a nightmare.

"At this point, the script has come to an end. Buddha Mahakala appears to guide you in your practice, but there is still one most fatal problem in this scene, and that is the corpse on your body."

"Buddha Mahakala can hide it from you for a while, but as your cultivation improves, one day you will find out that the corpse is not your sister, so he guided you to refine the corpse into a magic knife ”

"That little girl died young and was sewn into a stranger's body by her own father. Naturally, she was extremely violent and resentful. That's why the sword she forged became so ferocious and vicious."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The double-faced Buddha kept hitting his head, as if he wanted to recall those long-lasting memories and find details to refute Zhang Jiuyang.

But he discovered to his horror that he seemed...to remember something unclearly.

That was an unforgettable memory that he should never forget, but when he tried to recall the details, he found that many places began to become blurry.

The Double-Faced Buddha, who is good at this, has to admit the reality that his memory has indeed been affected.

As for the person who influenced him, there is no need to think too much about it, only Mahakala Buddha!

It's just that he had always been influenced by Mahakala Buddha, so he never noticed any abnormalities.

In a daze, his mind recalled what Zhang Jiuyang had just said.

"The reason why the kite feels that it is free is because it has not been disconnected. Double-faced Buddha, in fact, you should thank me. Although you are in a cage at this moment, you are freer than ever before."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The banging of the head continued.

After an unknown amount of time, the Double-Faced Buddha stopped. His head became bloody and bloody, blood flowed on the ferocious face, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was very hoarse.

"No, these... are just your speculations, you don't have any evidence..."

Naturally, he would not believe a dossier written by Qintian Supervisor Si Chen. No matter how reasonable Zhang Jiuyang's words were, they were just speculations.

"You want evidence, then I'll give you evidence."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice rang in his ears like a devil, giving the Double-Faced Buddha an illusion of suffocation.

He looked at the young man in white clothes, and there was even a trace of fear in his eyes.

"Do you remember that miracle doctor? He still has disciples alive. Through his disciples, we found the diary of that miracle doctor's medical practice. He had a good habit of keeping records for every patient."

Zhang Jiuyang took out a yellowed booklet, handed it to the Double-Faced Buddha himself, and opened it page by page for him.

The content inside is very simple, recording the illness of the Double-Faced Buddha when he was young. There is no record of conjoined conjoined diseases, and some only contain analysis of treatments for mental illnesses.

"The patient suffers from extremely severe hysteria. For more than ten years, he has fantasized about having a sister and communicated with her. If the truth is told, it will make him irritable, irritable, and even hurt others..."

"Such diseases are extremely difficult to cure. It is necessary to make melon soup with melon base, adzuki bean, light black bean, turmeric and other medicines, decoct it with water, drink it twice a day, and prick Taiyang, Yintang, Fengchi with silver needles. , Yangbai and other acupuncture points..."

"The patient's hysteria is getting worse and worse. It is unheard of that all the above methods have failed. I think this is not ordinary hysteria. After a period of observation, I found that there seems to be something else in his mind."

"Perhaps we can try to use an ax blade to carve open his head and remove the root of the disease. However, this method is too dangerous. I am not completely sure and do not want to try it. However, the old director is not going to die soon. I begged him hard, so I can only try my best. "

Zhang Jiuyang closed the book and said: "So, the words you heard after taking the mabo soup were not that the old dean and the miracle doctor wanted to harm you. On the contrary, they wanted to save you, but someone told you to listen to them. Another story."

"Old Dean, I never gave up on you from the beginning to the end."

The Double-Faced Buddha froze there, his eyes distracted, his memory loosened in a daze, and he saw a scene that he had buried deep in his heart and did not want to remember.

In a garbage pile, he lay on the ground like a dirty leopard, looking fiercely at the old man who kept approaching.

There was no disgust or disgust in the other person's eyes, nor did he snatch the rotten meat from his hand. Instead, he knelt down and gently held him in his arms, caressing his head and repeating one sentence over and over again.

"Don't be afraid. From today on, you have a family."