The God and Buddha are actually me

Hearing Sanbao's words, Zhang Jiuyang did not show any surprise, but just smiled at him.

Actually, Zhang Jiuyang just told a lie.

He said that he used the six-line hexagram technique to calculate a key point, but this sentence was false. He calculated two things.

One is the stone in the warehouse, and the other is Sanbao.

Sanbao itself is the key to this good show.

But Zhang Jiuyang admired him very much. He didn't want to say it, so Zhang Jiuyang naturally wouldn't force him, so he simply took him to find the stone first.

"Brother Zhang, in fact, there are many people who know about this stone. Most of those monks came for this stone."

Zhang Jiuyang raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He thought of the monks on the street. A small town, just because of such a stone, actually attracted so many monks?

You know, when he was in the town of Blind Lin, he could hardly see any monks.

This stone must have a story.

"This stone used to be just a piece of bluestone in the town's pond, with no name, but now it is called the Fishing Stone. All this started with an old monk."

Sanbao began to tell the story of this stone.

It turned out that not long ago, a strange old monk came to the town. The monk was dressed simply, unkempt, looked very old, but was very agile.

The old monk did not talk to anyone, but held a fishing tackle, wore a bamboo hat, jumped onto the bluestone by the pond, and sat cross-legged to fish.

Many people laughed at him for being a stupid monk at that time, because the pond had dried up at that time, let alone fish, not even a drop of water could be seen, and he could only fish for air.

Someone asked the old monk how to fish without water, and the old monk just smiled, pointed to the red line he had drawn in the middle of the stone, and said, "It will be here."

Everyone laughed, and the old monk was not angry, but closed his eyes and continued to fish.

In this way, day after day, the old monk did not eat or drink, and fished for three days in a row without moving. Just when people were worried that he might die, an amazing scene appeared.

Suddenly, the sky was covered with thunder and lightning, and dark clouds covered the sky, and then a heavy rain fell.

The rainstorm did not last long, and it stopped in about half an hour. When people walked out of their homes, they saw that the old monk was still sitting on the stone, his clothes were not wet, and the pond was full of water, just to the red line.

The people thought it was a miracle. This old monk was not an old immortal!

But when they were ready to worship, the old monk disappeared, leaving only a prayer.

"Stone is not stone, water is not water, no one asks about the cause and effect of a hundred years, it turns out that there are no fish here."

Zhang Jiuyang slowly recited the prayer left by the old monk. His intuition told him that this prayer was probably related to the curse that the people in the town had been cursed by.

This statement is quite meaningful, just like the fog and clouds, going around in circles.

However, it sounds like this old monk does have some skills. Whether he caused the rainstorm or calculated it, he can be so accurate, which shows how profound his Taoism is.

The subtleties are the most powerful.

Many cultivators in the fourth realm can cause a rainstorm, but it is difficult for even cultivators in the fifth realm to make the water level rise to the red line just right.

This requires an extremely powerful soul, and the practice of magic must reach the realm of perfection.

Zhang Jiuyang estimated that perhaps Ji Dajun, who practiced the Black Water True Method, could do it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get more interested.

Although Ji Dajun was captured alive by him, he relied on the power of numbers. Under the siege of him and Yue Ling, Ji Dajun persisted for a long time, and even if it weren't for the Dragon Binding Rope, the other party could have escaped.

Although Jiuzhou is large, there is only one Black Water Immortal, and he can actually meet one in this small town at the junction of Yong and Ji?

"After the old monk left, many cultivators came here after hearing the news, thinking that if they could comprehend the words left by the other party, they would be appreciated. Some even regarded that sentence as a test for the other party to accept disciples. However, when they came here, they found that the bluestone had disappeared long ago..."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded and understood the cause and effect.

No need to think, the county magistrate must have realized the value of this stone, so he quickly ordered people to move the bluestone away overnight and put it in his private warehouse.

At this time, the county magistrate also added: "It is said that Prime Minister Qin likes to collect all kinds of strange stones. I guess the county magistrate wants to hide them and give them away on Prime Minister Qin's birthday to curry favor with him..."

"Brother Zhang, actually... I met the old monk again later."

Sanbao showed hesitation on his face, and then sighed, saying: "Originally, I promised him that I would never tell this matter, but if this matter involves the curse on the people, then I can't care about it much."

Monks pay attention to keeping their promises, but since it concerns the blood inheritance of so many people's descendants, he naturally knows what is more important.

"That master called himself Diaosou, and he didn't seem to be from the Central Plains. I was collecting herbs in the mountains at the time, and I ran into him fishing. He took the initiative to talk to me, and we talked about Buddhism for a long time."

"His Buddhism is extremely profound, even my master can't compare to him. It seems that he is intentionally guiding me, but his Buddhist foundation is not the Central Plains Zen lineage. I always feel that some parts are too radical."

Sanbao paused here, his eyes a little dim.

When he heard the monster on the shoulders of the people chanting, he thought it was like Tantric scriptures. He actually thought of the master at that time, but he didn't want to maliciously speculate on others.

The master was knowledgeable and open-minded, like an elder who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. His wisdom made him admire him very much.

Although the two people's Buddhist concepts conflicted, he still respected the master very much and could only secretly hope that the other party would not be involved in this matter.

"The master likes to give me questions and let me think about the answers before going to him to talk. A few days ago, he gave me a question called What is letting go, but I have been busy with treatment these days and have not gone to him again."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded, looked at Sanbao and smiled, "You are really likable. So many monks have been looking for this worldly master, but he favors you. I think he wants to take you as a disciple because he said he was asking questions."

Sanbao always surprises him.

He even suspected that this little monk would not be the son of destiny in this world?

There are adventures wherever he goes, and all kinds of masters have a good impression of him.

"Brother Zhang, you are joking. I just want to enter Baiyun Temple to practice Zen Buddhism. I have no interest in the way of Tantra. I exchange Buddhism with Master Diaosou just to learn from each other and broaden my horizons."

Zhang Jiuyang showed an approving look.

This is the most valuable thing about Sanbao. His heart is so strong that he can remain unchanged even in the face of all kinds of temptations.

Even if he knows that the old monk is a very powerful master, he is not shaken. What he cares about in his heart is only Buddhism itself.

Even Zhang Jiuyang can't do this, because he is utilitarian in his bones. Whatever can enhance combat power, he will focus more on it and pay attention to the actual effect.

"Brother Zhang, Master Diaosou... is he really the person behind the scenes?"

Sanbao was a little uneasy. He admired Master Diaosou's wisdom and Buddhism from the bottom of his heart, and didn't want such a Buddhist master to do such a bad thing.

Zhang Jiuyang did not speak, but walked to the bluestone and reached out to touch the red line.

This red line was drawn by the old monk. It seemed to be a casual glance, but he saw something unusual.

In his eyes, the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram was flowing, and the Tao rhyme was born. The eye between his eyebrows was shining, and there was a fire burning.

At first, he did not see anything wrong, but his intuition told him that something was wrong.

He continued to look, his sight became deeper and deeper, focusing on the red line. Unconsciously, everything around him turned into nothingness.

Suddenly, the still red line seemed to swim, as if some ancient creature had awakened from its slumber, exuding a vast and desolate aura.

…

Between the green mountains and clear waters.

An old monk wearing a bamboo hat was fishing on the shore. The breeze blew his snow-white beard, and every inch of wrinkles on his skin was full of traces of time.

There was a hint of decay on his body, but he was able to blend in with the vibrant scene around him. He sat for several hours, and his hand holding the fishing rod did not tremble at all.

Silence leads to stability, and stability leads to wisdom.

Suddenly, ripples appeared on the water, and the old monk's hand finally moved. He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were turbid, as if he was asleep, but when he looked at the lake, a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

He picked up the fishing rod, but there was no fish on the hook.

But he knew that something... was off the hook.

In the silent dead water, a powerful big fish came at some point, and even wanted to compete with him, the fisherman.

"An interesting fish."

The old monk woke up for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a state of sleep.

Mountain breeze, water flow, bird song, flower fragrance...

He seemed to be integrated with the natural world, attracting a sparrow to fly over and temporarily rest on the bamboo hat on his head as if it were a tree.

However, not long after, a deep roar like a dragon's roar sounded from the bottom of the water.

The sparrow was frightened and flew away in a hurry, but as soon as it rose up, its feathers began to age and fall off, losing all its luster. Finally, it fell to the ground with a plop, and its body became decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The old monk had never heard of all this, and even snored slightly.

...

In the warehouse, in front of the stone.

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils condensed, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

So that's it...

Good tricks, really amazing!

He found that he still underestimated the old monk. The so-called fishing on the stone and the water flooding the red line were just a small test and a trifle.

The other party's real tricks were hidden here...

Even if he hadn't concentrated on it for a while, he would probably have subconsciously overlooked it and missed the truth.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang?"

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang staring at the stone in a daze and not speaking for a long time, Sanbao couldn't help but shout with some concern.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I didn't expect to gain so much this time."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and looked at the red line on the stone with a strange look in his eyes.

Just after coming out of retreat, he actually met such a master, which made him feel a little pressure.

The two of them just fought in the air once, although it was just a taste, but they both felt the strength of the other party, and no one took advantage.

He disturbed the other party's fishing rod, and the old monk used the sparrow to warn him.

It's not easy to practice. It's not easy to practice to this level. Don't take risks easily, so as not to waste the hard-earned Taoism.

Otherwise, death and disappearance are just a matter of time.

If it were any other Six Realms Immortal, he would probably be afraid and hesitate whether to continue to intervene in this matter.

But what the old monk could not have expected was that he met Zhang Jiuyang today.

Threaten me?

Now that he has completed the sutra reading, he can be regarded as the descendant of the Three Pure Ones and the disciple of Daozu. If he is scared away by an old monk today, how can he have the face to see Daozu in the future?

The more than 5,000 words of Daodejing on the golden elixir are wasted!

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiuyang smiled instead of being angry, and his fighting spirit in his eyes became more high-spirited, and there was even a hint of impatience.

It would be fine if you don't threaten me, but if you dare to threaten me, then try it, how hard are your Buddhist methods!

"Bring paper and ink!"

At Zhang Jiuyang's order, the county magistrate immediately sent someone to deliver the best rice paper and Chen ink.

"Three treasures to grind ink."

After saying this, Zhang Jiuyang closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he was thinking about something.

Sanbao obediently began to grind the ink. He was very spiritual and seemed to have sensed something in the invisible confrontation just now. His expression was extremely solemn.

After a while, Zhang Jiuyang took out his spirit fox brush, dipped it in ink, and began to paint on paper.

He painted a white-browed tiger with hanging eyes, walking in the 800-mile continuous mountain range. Its hair was shiny and it was mighty and strong. Its muscles, spine, shoulders, and claws were all full of energy and strength.

When the last eye was touched, I don’t know if it was an illusion, but everyone seemed to hear a domineering tiger roar, like thunder exploding in the valley, which made people’s eardrums hurt.

What’s more terrifying is that the detectives found that as they moved their bodies, the tiger’s eyes kept turning, as if staring at its prey.

A fear from the instinct of life spread in their hearts. The timid people even trembled when looking at the painting, and had an illusion of suffocation.

"My tiger, without eyes, will be fine. After eyes, it will be more alive. If no one is watching, it will get out of the painting and look for food."

Hearing Zhang Jiuyang's words, everyone was even more shocked.

"From now on, you will stay in this room and stare at this painting until the sun sets tomorrow. Otherwise, the tiger will come out of the painting and eat corrupt officials the most."

After a pause, Zhang Jiuyang looked at them meaningfully.

"After tomorrow, I will not report your actions to the court and the Imperial Observatory, and naturally I will not punish you."

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