The God and Buddha are actually me

Outside the mourning hall, Tongji thought silently and didn't speak for a long time.

As a real person in the Six Realms, he is very sure of one thing, that is, he will never forget the important memories of the past. If the memory is really blurred, then something must have gone wrong.

"The consequences are caused by the law..."

He whispered the name repeatedly, and then sighed: "There are no empty warriors under the great reputation. The two of you are really powerful. Now it seems that the abbot brother did die from this technique."

This is undoubtedly a major clue. The murderer cut off the senior brother's head, perhaps to confuse the public so that no one would guess this.

But he didn't expect to be discovered by Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling in less than a day.

"It's just...how do you conclude that the murderer is Tianzun?"

Tianzun is the head of the underworld. Back then, he even dared to kill the Duke's palace, which was called lawless. Although Baiyun Temple often cast down demons, he was still very cautious towards such people.

He would never believe anything without solid evidence.

"Qin Tianjian and Huang Quan have been fighting for decades. As far as we know, the Tianzun in Huang Quan has mastered this technique."

Zhang Jiuyang didn't say much, he just hit the mark.

"How is it possible? The Dharma of reversing cause and effect is one of the eight most powerful secrets of our Baiyun Temple. Only those with great wisdom and perseverance cannot practice it, and it has never been taught to outsiders. How can Tianzun learn it?"

Moreover, it has reached the second level of cutting off cause and effect, which is even more powerful than an abbot who has practiced for a lifetime. I am afraid that only the resurrected Prajna monk can compare with it.

"Have you forgotten how Venerable Kelsang learned how to reverse effects into causes?"

Tongji was startled, and then said word by word: "Holy Land!"

If you want to practice the magic of Baiyun Temple, you must first become a monk. Then you must listen to bells in the morning and drums in the evening, eat fast and chant the Buddha's name, and go through many tests before you can start practicing.

These are just outer disciples. If you want to gain access to the 108 secrets, you must become a true disciple and become a disciple of a certain eminent monk.

The abbot has never accepted a disciple, and other monks do not know this technique, so it cannot be spread from the temple, so it can only be a holy place.

After all, Venerable Kelsang said that he once entered the Holy Land and learned how to reverse effects into causes.

"Yes, so we need to enter the Holy Land to take a look, so that we may be able to find conclusive evidence. Moreover, Tianzun is mysterious and unpredictable. If we want to catch him, we must deduce his actions in advance, otherwise even if we are sure that he is the murderer It’s no use either.”

Zhang Jiuyang took advantage of the situation and made a request, saying: "The sooner you enter the Holy Land, the sooner you can find more clues. This matter cannot be delayed."

Tongji frowned and remained silent, with a trace of struggle flashing in his eyes.

Seeing that he was still unable to make a decision, Yue Ling said calmly: "Every outsider can enter your holy land, why are you still hesitating here?"

"Is the so-called Holy Land just for protecting your own family?"

This sentence can be described as murderous and heartbreaking. The holy land of Baiyun Temple has been passed down for thousands of years and has an extremely high status. No one except the abbot can enter the temple.

Ordinary disciples have never even heard of it.

But a Venerable Kelsang and a Heavenly Lord simply regard the Holy Land as their own back garden, and each one is more arrogant than the other...

"Marquis Yue Jian does not need to use provoking methods. I need to discuss this matter with all the leaders, and I will give you an answer when the time comes."

Zhang Jiuyang felt a little disappointed. It seemed that Tongji was obviously moved, but he still didn't agree immediately.

It can be seen that the secrets in the Holy Land are not trivial, allowing this hot-tempered descendant of King Ming to hold back the hatred in his heart.

Yue Ling wanted to say something more, but Zhang Jiuyang held her hand.

"That's fine, but I have one more request."

"What request?"

"Can you take me to take a look at the "Five Hundred Arhats to Suppress Demons" painting again? Don't worry, I will only look at the painting and will never enter the painting, let alone search for holy places without permission."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly.

Tongji was stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect that he would make this request. In fact, he was not worried that the other party would find the Holy Land and find his own method. Even if he looked through the world in the painting, he would never be able to open the Holy Land.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

He didn't hesitate much. In fact, he felt a little guilty towards Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling. After all, they were investigating the case for Baiyun Temple and found important clues, but they were blocked by their temple rules.

Soon after, the three of them came to Baiyun Peak again and stopped in front of the mural.

The Five Hundred Arhats Demon Suppression Map, which was originally about several feet long and had an extraordinary momentum, has obviously lost its intimidating momentum at this moment and appears lifeless. Even ordinary people can feel an inexplicable sense of depression.

After Tongji sent the two of them there, he left with a few words of instruction.

Yue Ling was a little curious and said, "Why don't we take the opportunity to sneak in and check it out?"

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang's strange look, she snorted coldly: "You promised him not to be in the painting, but I didn't say anything at the time."

Zhang Jiuyang laughed suddenly, showing a strange look.

It seems that after staying with him for a long time, Yue Ling has begun to behave badly and even plays word games. No wonder she didn't say a word just now.

"No, since Tongji dares to let us view the painting, it proves that the holy land is extremely hidden and not afraid of people searching. Even if we enter the painting, we can't find anything."

After a pause, Zhang Jiuyang added: "What's more, I really came to see the paintings."

When it came to the death of the abbot, he was busy investigating the case and did not have time to appreciate the painting. Now he can finally calm down and take a closer look.

Although he lost the most precious charm, the painting saint is still a painting saint after all. His paintings still have extremely high painting skills, which is of great help to Zhang Jiuyang's painting skills.

He quickly entered the state, meticulously looking at the entire mural, not missing any details, and his hands kept gesturing, as if painting in the air.     Seeing that he was so focused, Yue Ling pressed the handle of the Dragon Bird Knife, silently observing the surroundings with her eyes, protecting him.

Time passed slowly.

The more Zhang Jiuyang devoted himself, the more he comprehended, the more he could feel the power of the painting saint, not only the amazing painting skills, but also the painting meaning hidden in each line.

In his eyes, every line in this painting has a unique "meaning", as if it is talking to him as if it is alive.

The depth of the mountain, the softness of the water, the vitality of the wood, the elegance of the cloud...

He felt that there were not only five hundred arhats in this painting, but it seemed that every blade of grass and every wisp of wind was alive, hiding some kind of ancient code.

That is the Zen that only those who enter the Tao through painting can understand. Otherwise, even if you sit in front of the stone wall for a hundred years, you will get nothing.

And Zhang Jiuyang is the second person who can enter the Tao through painting after thousands of years.

In a trance, he seemed to see an old man splashing ink, with dragons and phoenixes flying, his white hair fluttering in the wind, heroic and unrestrained.

Zhang Jiuyang watched intently, he knew that this should be the mysterious painting saint in ancient times. I don’t know if it’s an illusion, he feels an inexplicable throbbing in his blood.

Could this body really be the descendant of the painting saint?

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes...

The painting saint wrote on the stone wall, drawing a vibrant world like a fairyland, in which the five hundred arhats have different postures and are lifelike.

Every time an arhat is painted, the arhat turns his eyes and comes alive, bowing to the painting saint to thank him.

In this way, one Arhat after another came to life on the paper.

For painters, this is definitely a very energy-consuming project, but the painting saint completed it in one go without any pause.

Until the last Arhat.

That was Tianlong Arhat, the leader of the five hundred Arhats in Buddhism, and also the Arhat with the highest magic power and the highest Taoism.

When painting this Arhat, the painting saint paused slightly, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, he stretched out his finger, and a drop of blood fell from his fingertips, just dripping on the chest of Tianlong Arhat. Then he used the brush to lightly outline it, and it became a deep red heart.

Dongdong!

Zhang Jiuyang could even hear the sound of the heart beating. As for Tianlong Arhat, the charm in his eyes immediately soared, far surpassing other Arhats.

At this point, the Five Hundred Arhats Demon Suppression Picture was completed.

The painting saint put down his pen, but did not turn around, just quietly looking at his painting for a long time, and suddenly sighed.

…

"Zhang Jiuyang!"

"Zhang Jiuyang!"

Yue Ling's voice rang in his ears, and then his shoulder was gently patted, and his whole body trembled, waking up from that strange state.

The morning light was already dim around him.

He felt that he had only been watching for a short time, but the sky was already bright.

When he came to his senses, he found that his clothes on the back were all soaked with sweat, and his spirit also had a clear sense of fatigue.

After cultivating the Tiandun Sword Intention, his Yuanshen was as tough as steel and as sharp as a sword. He rarely felt this way again. He never thought that watching the painting saint write today would consume so much energy.

However, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.

There is a gain!

"Zhang Jiuyang, you stared at the painting all night, and you didn't listen to me. Your mana was consumed quickly. Are you possessed?"

There was a trace of worry in Yue Ling's voice.

Under normal circumstances, she would not disturb Zhang Jiuyang's practice, but Zhang Jiuyang's state last night was too abnormal, and he consumed a lot of mana almost every breath.

The mana of a sixth-level cultivator is as deep as the sea. Even if they fight for three days and three nights, they may not be exhausted. However, Zhang Jiuyang has been sweating profusely and pale after only one night. His mana has already reached the bottom.

That is to say, his foundation is extremely strong. If it were any other fifth-level cultivator, he would probably have been seriously injured by now.

So at dawn, she immediately made a decision and woke Zhang Jiuyang up.

Zhang Jiuyang had no intention of replying at this moment. Instead, he immediately ran to the mural and stared at the Tianlong Arhat whose heart had been dug out in the painting, his eyes sparkling.

"No wonder only your heart was dug out..."

"It turns out that your heart was painted by the Painting Saint with his own blood. The Heavenly Venerable must have seen it, so he dug it out."

"Painting with blood, painting with blood..."

Zhang Jiuyang muttered to himself, and then suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Yue Ling, I thought of it, hurry up, give me paper and pen!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Eyes!"

Zhang Jiuyang said excitedly: "I will paint the eyes of the abbot, and then make the true face of the Heavenly Venerable... public!!"