The God and Buddha are actually me

Roar!

The tiger roared, resounding through the heaven and earth.

If you listen carefully, you will find that there are two different sounds, one is domineering and majestic, and the other is sharper, like a female tiger.

In the forest, two tigers are fighting.

But rather than fighting, it is better to say that the female tiger was suppressed throughout the whole process. She was defeated and retreated under the attack of the domineering white tiger.

After swallowing the dragon vein, the white tiger painted by Zhang Jiuyang has undergone a qualitative transformation. Every move has a special charm and a majestic power, like the legendary white tiger star.

In comparison, although Qiangwei has a good bloodline, she has always been suppressed. In addition, the appearance and momentum of the white tiger are very similar to those of the mountain king, which makes her fear increase instead of decrease.

Bang!

The white tiger stood up like a human, and its body several feet high was like a demon god. It slapped her away with a palm, smashed the mountain, and was buried by falling rocks.

Roar!

A thunderous roar came from its body. After resting in the painting for a while, it had recovered most of its strength, and its hair became shiny and bright again.

Step, step, step...

The white tiger walked slowly towards the pile of rocks, its elegant posture showing the aura of a king, its clawed fleshy paws crushed the dead leaves, although the speed was not fast, the sense of oppression was even stronger.

In other words, Zhang Jiuyang ordered it to show mercy, otherwise the little tiger would have been bitten off the throat by it.

Above the clouds, Zhang Jiuyang and others were watching the battle silently.

The Buddhist beads in Tongji's hand turned very slowly, his expression was solemn, and the mana in his body was about to burst out. It was obvious that he was ready to rescue his mount at any time.

Back then, he met it in a rose bush, a dirty little tiger, and it was also injured. It cried like a kitten at him.

This raising lasted for thirty years.

"Don't worry, brother Tongji. I drew this tiger myself. No matter how fierce it is, it will not disobey my orders. Now I am just putting pressure on Qiangwei to force out her potential and courage."

"After all, she is the daughter of a mountain lion. Her blood is extraordinary. You have to believe her."

When Qiangwei was young, she saw her mother being bitten to death by a mountain lion. She was abused by the mountain lion for many years. That fear was engraved in her bones.

Otherwise, she, who has the fifth realm of cultivation, would not be defeated so badly even if she was defeated. She had almost no power to fight back.

As Zhang Jiuyang's voice fell, with a crash, Qiangwei stood up from the rubble, her body trembling a little, and there was a clear blood mark on her face.

Although the white tiger held back, it was inevitable that he would be injured in the fight.

Facing the white tiger walking towards her step by step, her pupils widened and her body trembled more violently, as if she saw the figure that hated her deeply and feared her like a demon.

The white tiger did not rush to attack, but looked at Qiangwei with a contemptuous and mocking look.

Perhaps angered by that look, a nameless fire rose in Qiangwei's heart. She roared and bit the white tiger.

The two tigers fought again.

For a while, the forest was filled with tiger roars, and all the beasts were in panic. The thunderous roar filled the mountains and fields, and the wind was howling, blowing the trees bent.

The white tiger is indeed a skilled actor, or more like an elder who teaches the younger generation. It guides Qiangwei step by step, making her fighting spirit stronger and her fighting skills improve rapidly.

It's as if a bottleneck was suddenly broken, a wake-up call, and enlightenment.

"Over the years, I only taught her magic and practice, but forgot her own fighting instincts and the character that a tiger should have."

Tongji looked at Qiangwei, whose fighting skills were becoming more and more proficient, and sighed lightly, feeling a little guilty.

The forest is the destination of the tiger.

Qiangwei lost her mother at a young age, and Shanjun was very indifferent to her and hardly taught her anything. She later escaped and honed her own minions. Although she had blood inheritance, she was still missing a famous teacher.

Baihu was undoubtedly the most suitable master for her.

Not long after, Baihu seized a flaw in Qiangwei, rushed in like lightning, tore through the opponent's defense, and bit her neck.

Qiangwei subconsciously closed her eyes, but the pain did not come.

She opened her eyes and saw Baihu stretched out his tongue and gently licked the hair on her neck. The contempt and ridicule in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a kind of encouragement and affirmation.

Baihu nodded to her, then turned and flew back into the frame.

Roar!

There was a tiger roar in the painting, and Baihu waved to her on the bluestone, indicating that she should continue to practice in the forest in the painting.

After all, she was a tiger in the painting, and she couldn't stay outside for too long.

Rose looked at Tongji, with a hint of inquiry and pleading in her eyes. After getting the nod, she let out an excited roar and pounced on the painting.

The next moment, ripples like water splashed.

Rose actually entered the painting, and the two tigers chased each other in the mountains and forests, gradually disappearing.

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned by this scene.

It seems that after absorbing the dragon vein, the painting itself has undergone some changes and has become a magic weapon. Otherwise, the tiger in the painting can come out, but others cannot enter.

If people in reality can also enter, it would be amazing, a bit like the map of mountains and rivers.

This painting, it seems that I can pay special attention to it in the future.

"Donor Zhang, did you draw this painting?"

Tongji looked at the painting deeply, as if he thought of something, and his eyes were surging.

"Yes, Xiao Daoer, it's nothing to mention."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled modestly, but he was actually a little proud. When he first entered the fourth realm, he awakened his own innate magical power, painting.

At that time, he felt a little disappointed and thought it was of no use.

But now, with the growth of his cultivation, the power of painting is also gradually revealed, which can be said to have unlimited potential.

Tongji hesitated for a moment, wanting to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"May I ask Mr. Zhang, is your ancestor... surnamed Wu?"

Zhang Jiuyang's face sank slightly, and he said lightly: "I will not change my name, and I will not change my surname. Master Tongji is suspecting that I used a fake name to deceive you?"

Tongji shook his head hurriedly and said: "Not so, but the magical power of painting things to come true, only the painting saint in ancient times can do it in history. The painting saint's surname is Wu, and he has a close relationship with my Baiyun Temple, so I asked this question."

Zhang Jiuyang was startled, and he remembered the scene he saw when he was reading the scriptures.

In the long river of time, he saw several figures. There was a human emperor who roared to the sky on a high platform and burned himself to death. There was a Taoist who painted on the wall for nine years in front of the immortal cauldron. There was also a figure with a pen that moved like a dragon.

The third one should be the ancient painting saint. It is said that his pen can shock the wind and rain, and his paintings can make ghosts and gods cry. He is the most mysterious one among the hundreds of schools of thought. He is often seen but not the tail.

But the dragon he painted can help the people to rain and plow the fields, the tiger he painted can drive away the ghosts and gods in the mountains, the rice he painted can satisfy hunger, and the sun he painted can dispel darkness.

Before Guiguzi created the nine realms of immortality, the painting saint used a brush in his hand to support the human race.

No one knows where this painting saint came from. It seems that he suddenly appeared and then disappeared.

The only story left is the legend that he painted a dragon on the wall without adding eyes. Later, the local people encountered demons attacking the city. In despair, someone added eyes to one of the dragons.

As a result, the next moment, there was thunder and lightning, the sky was dark, and the dragon with eyes flew out of the stone, bringing thousands of thunders to the world, turning all the demons into charcoal, and then flew into the clouds and disappeared.

Yue Ling once said that the mural with a real dragon left is now hidden in Baiyun Temple.

Tongji continued to explain: "In ancient times, the painting saint and the founder of my Baiyun Temple were good friends, so there are some sporadic records of this magical power of painting things into reality in my temple. For thousands of years, the monks in the temple often watched the paintings of the painting saint and wanted to comprehend this great magical power, but they all failed."

"Later, they came to a conclusion that the magical power of painting things into reality cannot be cultivated after birth, but may be innate, inherited by blood, so I asked this question just now."

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a moment and frowned slightly.

The magical power of painting is inherited by blood?

Wait!

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind, and an amazing idea jumped out.

This body is not the body he had on Earth in his previous life, but the body he possessed after traveling through time. Could it be that this body is the descendant of the ancient painting saint?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. After all, this body has the fate of the Three Wonders, and ordinary people don’t have such a fate.

Moreover, this body has excellent roots and can practice very quickly. If it weren’t for Blind Lin deliberately not teaching the real things, I’m afraid that before he traveled through time, his achievements would not be inferior to those of the sects.

Thinking about it carefully, he had also seen the soul of the original owner of this body. Before the other party’s soul dissipated, he drew a pattern of a Pisces jade pendant.

The Pisces jade pendant is likely related to his origin, but Zhang Jiuyang was too busy later, and he was not interested in finding his relatives, so he gradually forgot about it.

"To be honest, I don’t know what my ancestor’s surname is, but I am really interested in the painting saint. I heard that the real dragon mural is hidden in Baiyun Temple. Can I go and see it?"

Tongji shook his head.

"Master, rest assured, I'm just watching and will never touch it. Is that not okay?"

Yue Ling snorted coldly, her voice calm but very tough.

"The whole world belongs to the king. The murals left by the painting saint are for the human race, not for your Baiyun Temple. It should belong to my Daqian. If your temple doesn't even have this sincerity, don't blame me for writing to His Majesty and asking for an imperial decree to search."

In a word, if you don't let me see it, then I will see it myself, and I may not just see it at that time.

Although Yue Ling was scaring him, she really had the confidence.

She is now much stronger, Zhang Jiuyang can be compared to the ordinary six realms, plus Zhuge Jianzheng, the three of them have joined forces, and they have the strength to break into Baiyun Temple.

After a pause, she said, "If Zhang Jiuyang is really the descendant of the painting saint, then who in the world is more qualified than him to see the painting?"

Both soft and hard tactics are used, just right.

Tongji smiled bitterly and said, "Marquis Yue has misunderstood. I shook my head not because I don't want Mr. Zhang to see the painting, but because the mural is no longer there."

"No longer there?"

Tongji looked surprised and said, "Don't you know about the Imperial Observatory? When Daqian was first established, the remaining dragon energy of the Dajing Dynasty turned into an evil dragon because it was unwilling to change the country and turned into a wicked dragon, causing trouble everywhere and harming countless people."

"In order to subdue the evil dragon, Master Zhuge came to my Baiyun Temple, clicked the eyes of the real dragon in the painting, and borrowed the dragon."

"The two dragons fought, and finally the real dragon in the painting swallowed the evil dragon, and then completely got rid of the shackles of the mural, turned into a dragon egg, and hatched into a real dragon."

"Yes, it should be the old dragon king who protected Qingzhou decades ago. It's a pity that he died suddenly for some reason. Otherwise, from a dragon in a painting to a real dragon, and then to ascending to the Nine Realms and becoming an immortal, it is really a legend."

Yue Ling was shocked, but he controlled his emotions very well and did not show it at all.

Zhuge Guoshi subdued the evil dragon and borrowed the real dragon in the mural left by the painting saint in Baiyun Temple? Why is there no record of this in the Imperial Observatory?

It's as if it was erased by someone.

That's the Imperial Observatory!

Did Zhuge Guoshi erase it himself, or did he erase it by later generations?

Zhang Jiuyang didn't think so much. He paid attention to another point, that is, why did Zhuge Qixing come to Baiyun Temple to borrow a dragon?

With Zhuge Qixing's ability, it should not be difficult to kill an evil dragon transformed by dragon energy, because fake is fake after all. With Zhuge Qixing's attainments in formations and feng shui, breaking a dragon vein is as easy as drinking water.

He went to such great lengths, it was obvious that his purpose was not to kill the dragon, but to create a real dragon.

You know, there was a fairy cauldron cooking dragons on Penglai Island, let alone Daqian, the dragons disappeared from this world as early as Dajing, and only legends were seen but no shadows.

For some purpose, Zhuge Qixing decided to create a real dragon.

Creating something out of nothing, making a fake thing real, is always the most difficult thing. Even the real dragons painted by the painting saint can only be real for a short time, but not forever.

As for the stone embryo of Gesang Venerable, it is even inferior. It looks bluffing, but it is actually far worse than a real dragon.

If Ao Li was there at that time, a dragon roar would scare the other party so much that he dared not breathe.

"Don't be disappointed, Mr. Zhang. Although the real dragon mural is gone, the painting saint has left a picture of five hundred arhats suppressing demons for my Baiyun Temple, which you can see."

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