The God and Buddha are actually me

mourning hall.

"A holy place is a holy place, how can outsiders be allowed in?"

"Yes, I don't agree either. Junior Brother Tongji, you have to know that Yue Ling is from the Qintian Prison. We and the Qintian Prison have never dealt with each other. Back then, Zhuge Qixing defrauded several secrets..."

"We will definitely avenge the abbot, but that is also our Baiyun Temple's business, why bother outsiders?"

"Even if we really want to enter the Holy Land, we will send our own people!"

No matter what you say, you and I do not agree to allow Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling to enter the Holy Land.

Tongji looked at his senior brother's body and remained silent.

They had been arguing all night, but very few people were willing to let Yue Ling and Zhang Jiuyang enter the Holy Land. On the contrary, some people advocated sending their own people in.

Tongji is well aware that among the leaders, there are many who are curious and longing for the Holy Land.

Especially those old monks who are very old and near the end of their life. It is difficult for them to make breakthroughs in cultivation. Deep in their hearts, they still want to enter the holy land to seek opportunities.

Finally, Tongji spoke.

"Since the senior brothers don't agree, then I will refuse this matter-"

"It's not good, the first seat is not good!"

Just when he was about to conclude the matter, a panicked shout suddenly came from outside the mourning hall, and then a Zhike monk ran over with a horrified look.

"Human head... another human head was found!"

Tongji was shocked.

…

A moment later, he and the other leaders saw the same horrifying scene as yesterday in the side hall. The heads of several monks were cut off and placed on the hands of the Buddha, with blood dripping down.

They are all very young monks, with a somewhat immature appearance. Although their status is not high, they are all disciples of Baiyun Temple.

"The murderer...hasn't he left yet?"

The head of the Discipline Academy took a deep breath and felt a chill in his heart.

If the murderer hadn't left yet, it would be terrible. The other party could kill even the abbot. In his eyes, what's the difference between the heads of these chiefs and the heads of these little monks?

For a moment, the leaders looked at each other and remained silent.

Obviously, they also began to worry, worried that one day their heads would be placed on the Buddha's hand for others to watch?

When danger really came to them, they suddenly discovered that the temple rules that had been passed down for thousands of years... were not incapable of being flexibly changed.

"Amitabha, I think that if Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling can really help us catch the murderer, the Holy Land... will not be able to make an exception."

"Ahem, in principle it's not possible, but in extraordinary times, extraordinary things are done. The murderer is extremely rampant. Not only does he not escape, but he dares to provoke the establishment of a temple. I think we must find him out no matter what!"

"Junior brother Tongji, after the abbot's death, you have the highest level of cultivation. He also regarded you as the next abbot during his lifetime. I think this matter... it is better for you to decide."

Tongji: "..."

Facing these heads, he naturally felt great anger, but there was also a trace of doubt deep in his heart.

According to Zhang Jiuyang, Tianzun is a top master in the seventh realm. Even if he wants to kill such a person, he would only kill someone like his senior brother. No matter how bad he is, he should be the first one.

It would be unworthy of a strong man to attack such a young monk with low magical power and little spiritual practice.

But he also knew that such evil cultivators and demons often acted unreasonably and would just kill them, perhaps just on a whim.

"Tongji Chief, you must avenge them!"

"First Officer, can't you even catch the murderer?"

"Woo hoo, I want to go home..."

All the disciples looked frightened, and some novice monks were even frightened to tears. The panic was spreading rapidly.

Tongji knew what he had to do, and he spoke Sanskrit sounds like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

"The three murdered disciples were all buried in the pagoda forest and given gold silk cassocks and sandalwood purple coffins. I will personally recite sutras for their salvation."

"This matter... will never happen again in the future."

Tongji's prestige was very high. After he spoke, the emotions of the disciples finally calmed down, but they could still feel the uneasiness deep in their hearts.

After all the disciples left, he turned around and walked towards Baiyun Peak with a determined look in his eyes.

Tianzun...

No matter what, he will punish him!

…

On the Baiyun Peak, Zhang Jiuyang drank the jade liquid from the gourd and began to paint, regardless of his consumption throughout the night.

Pieces of drawing paper were torn into pieces by him and scattered into the air, vaguely visible like an eye.

Those were all works that he was not satisfied with.

After observing the murals and enlightening him, he made great progress in painting, and then he had the confidence to paint the eye.

But whenever he wanted to point out the afterimage in his pupils, he would always stay still for a long time, then put pen to paper, and then tear up the paper, repeating this cycle a dozen times.

"No, still not!"

Zhang Jiuyang once again tore his painting into pieces. With this stroke, he made something out of nothing, reaching the pinnacle of perfection.

He didn't know Tianzun's true appearance, but he was able to use some clues and magical painting methods to make the portrait automatically evolve, thus revealing some things that he, the painter himself, didn't know.

It may sound absurd, but the way to draw a saint is to create something out of nothing and refine the false into the true.

Just like when he drew the picture of Tianzun attacking the Duke's Mansion at night, he found clues that the demon summoned by Tianzun deliberately avoided the Yue Family Ancestral Hall.

This is the way of the painting saint.

After the seventeenth failure, the brush in Zhang Jiuyang's hand cracked with a sound, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

This spirit fox brush was given by his senior brother. It was taken from the hair of the demon fox imprisoned in the depths of hell. It was extremely precious, but at this moment it could not withstand the continuous infusion of his magic power.

Zhang Jiuyang carefully put away the spirit fox brush. If it continued like this, if the brush broke, it would be completely unusable.

"It seems that my level is still a little bit poor."

Zhang Jiuyang sighed lightly and began to think about the feasibility of painting with blood. Using his own blood as pigment would undoubtedly greatly improve the quality of the painting, but this move would also greatly consume his skills.

He didn't want to do this unless it was absolutely necessary.

Seeing that he looked a little disappointed, Yue Ling hesitated to speak. After a long time, she bit her red lips and whispered, "If your cultivation level could be higher, would it help?"

"Of course."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled bitterly and said, "It's just that I just broke through not long ago. The fifth level of nurturing the holy fetus is a special level. It is not possible to nurture the spirituality of the holy fetus overnight."

Especially, the book he used to nurture the holy fetus was the king of all scriptures, such as the Tao Te Ching.

The more powerful the scripture, the stronger the holy fetus nurtured, but correspondingly, the time to nurture the holy fetus will be longer.

Yue Ling took a deep breath. The female general who used to be vigorous and resolute, now her voice was as soft as a mosquito, and Zhang Jiuyang almost didn't hear it.

"What if... that?"

"Which one?"

Zhang Jiuyang asked in confusion.     "Dual cultivation."

Yue Ling spit out these two words, but a blush quietly climbed on her handsome and heroic face, and her sharp eyes also drooped slightly.

She never thought that one day, these two words would come out of her mouth, and she even asked for it.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes widened, revealing a trace of shock and... joy.

His eyes fell on Yue Ling, looking up and down wantonly, especially the slender waist, the upright jade peaks, and the slender and powerful legs...

It has been more than ten days since the last double cultivation in the gourd. The pure yin energy absorbed from Yue Ling has been completely digested, and he has also tasted the marrow.

"Zhang Jiuyang, why do you seem to have become a different person when you mention that kind of thing, so... shameless."

Yue Ling was looked at wantonly by him, and felt as if she was not wearing clothes, so she glared at him fiercely.

But a strange feeling began to emerge in her heart, and she remembered that experience.

I have to say, that kind of thing... still has a little bit of fun.

Well, only a little bit at most.

"Yue Ling, I think what you said makes sense. The dual cultivation of yin and yang is the great way. We are not just having a humiliating affair, but exploring cultivation together and understanding life."

Yue Ling spat at the words and said, "What humiliating affair? It's really like a dog can't spit out ivory!"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and stopped talking. Instead, he slowly stepped forward and walked towards Yue Ling.

"Wait, I regret it. If you dare to move forward again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

She half-unsheathed the Dragon Sparrow Sword, her eyes were cold, her temperament was majestic, and her slender and upright figure was really heroic and extraordinary.

Anyone who saw it would praise her, what a heroic female general.

But Zhang Jiuyang's eyes became even hotter. For some reason, the more Yue Ling acted inviolable and mighty, the more he wanted to take off the armor in his heart, like last time, so that she would go from being arrogant and disdainful to begging for mercy in the end.

"You were the first to say that you wanted to practice dual cultivation. A man's word is as good as gold. You can't go back on your word."

Zhang Jiuyang walked to her side and gently stroked her chin with his hand. Her skin was smooth, soft, white and tender.

Yue Ling stared at him with her cold eyes, but she didn't pull out the half-sheathed Dragon Sparrow Sword.

"Zhang Jiuyang, even if you want to practice dual cultivation, you can't do it in this quiet place of Buddhism. It's better to do it in broad daylight..."

"Hiss, it seems more exciting now that you say that."

Yue Ling: "..."

Just as Zhang Jiuyang's fingers brushed her chin across her jade neck and began to reach out to unbutton the armor, the two of them stared at each other at the same time.

Bang!

Zhang Jiuyang's body flew backwards and broke three cloud pines before he stopped. His chest hurt.

What a fierce and domineering two-yin and two-yang top!

Yue Ling had obviously retracted her strength, otherwise she might have knocked him directly off the cliff.

At this time, a figure came from a distance on the clouds. It was Tongji.

He looked at Zhang Jiuyang who got up from the ground with some confusion, and asked in confusion: "Why did the two of you fight?"

Yue Ling turned around and said nothing, but the jade hand holding the handle of the knife subconsciously clenched.

This was the first time she was so ashamed since she was a child. She didn't know what kind of magic she had just been bewitched, and that guy almost succeeded.

It was okay that there were only two people in the gourd last time, but this is a solemn and solemn Buddhist holy place...

If Tongji hadn't come suddenly, she would never have the face to come to Buddhism again.

"Hi!"

Zhang Jiuyang patted the dust on his body without caring, and smiled casually: "We are doing morning exercises, and couples often exchange ideas to avoid being unfamiliar."

Tongji praised: "You two are already rare masters in the world, but you are still so diligent. I really admire you."

Zhang Jiuyang laughed and accepted the other party's praise frankly, while Yue Ling glared at him quietly.

After a brief greeting, Tongji said in a deep voice: "This morning, another disciple found a head in the Buddha's hand in the side hall. There were three dead people, but they were all unknown little monks. Do you want to go and see them?"

Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling looked at each other and sighed in their hearts. It seems that the fat monk is quite reliable.

Yes, this matter was manipulated by him in secret.

Even the three dead monks were painted skins who lurked in, but they were of lower status and did not play a big role.

These painted skins brutally killed the original owner and cut off the other party's skin to replace the dead. I don't know how many bad things they have done under the order of the painted skin owner.

Zhang Jiuyang killed without mercy.

The purpose of doing this is naturally to create an atmosphere that Tianzun is still lurking in the temple, so that the flame of fear will burn everyone.

When it does not concern them, people often stand by and watch, but when the flame burns on themselves, it is time to really test the principles.

Which is more important, the temple rules or their own lives?

Zhang Jiuyang believes that most people will choose the latter. Even in Baiyun Temple, there are not many monks who can look down on life and death.

Facts have proved that this works well.

"The modus operandi is similar. It is probably the same person. If Tianzun is still lurking in Baiyun Temple, we don't have much time left. If we delay for one more day, there may be more deaths..."

Tongji sighed and said, "I think so too."

Yue Ling's eyes lit up and asked, "What do you mean..."

Tongji nodded, his voice firm.

"I can take you to the holy land, but you two have to agree to one condition of mine."

"What condition?"

"You can't take anything from the holy land. If you see the unique skills in my temple, please don't practice it."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and said, "It should be like this. We are only investigating the case and don't covet the things in your Baiyun Temple."

"In that case, follow me."

Tongji put his palms together and walked into the mural.

Yue Ling gave Zhang Jiuyang a thumbs up and said in a voice transmission: "You are amazing. I didn't expect it to work."

"You're welcome. When you come back from the holy land, don't forget what you promised me before."

Zhang Jiuyang's lips moved slightly and made the two words of double cultivation.

Yue Ling took a deep breath, looked at him angrily, and entered the mural first amid Zhang Jiuyang's laughter, but her voice was left in the air.

"Cultivate, then cultivate. Who's afraid of whom?"

"Zhang Jiuyang, let's see who makes who beg for mercy next time!"

Hiss!

Zhang Jiuyang took a breath of cold air. Yue Ling's strong character seemed to be picked out by him, but he also had a strong desire to conquer in his heart.

This is outrageous. Next time, I must teach her a lesson!