The God and Buddha are actually me

Walking on the street, Zhang Jiuyang could hear people talking about the frogs getting married.

"Frogs croak, frogs croak, sitting on the sedan chair and laughing, asked why it didn't rain, it said croak, croak, croak, croak..."

Someone made a ballad about this incident, and children sang it on the street, causing people to laugh again.

But more people were worried.

If Qingzhou's harvest is bleak this year, all walks of life will be affected. Food is the most important thing for people, and it's not just farmers who can't make ends meet.

Zhang Jiuyang looked up and saw that it was another sunny day with the sun shining brightly above his head. It didn't look like it would rain at all.

He sighed softly and could do nothing about it.

But after walking a few steps, the sky seemed to be overcast all of a sudden, and the dazzling sunlight seemed to be blocked by something.

Looking up, it was actually a large dark cloud.

Boom!

Thunder and lightning, and a strong wind came suddenly.

The wind was mixed with moisture, moist and warm, and there was a smell of soil. It was obvious that it was going to rain heavily.

"It's raining! It's going to rain!"

"The frog god has appeared!"

"Haha, the crops are saved!"

...

People cheered, and the children began to sing nursery rhymes loudly, and they were also very excited.

Zhang Jiuyang grabbed a child, pointed to the large dark cloud in the sky and asked: "Little guy, can you see what's there?"

The little boy looked at the sky seriously and said: "There are dark clouds!"

"Anything else?"

"No... Uncle, don't scare me, I'm scared."

Zhang Jiuyang touched his head, and his eyes looking at the dark clouds suddenly became solemn, staring at the tail that was looming in the clouds.

That was... the dragon's tail!

I saw a snow-white and slender tail looming in the clouds, white scales like jade, faintly flowing with luster, occasionally appearing, but not being noticed by people.

Or in other words, it is something that mortals cannot see.

Because of the cover of dark clouds, the dragon's shadow was very blurry, but it was estimated to be nearly a hundred feet long, which was definitely a huge creature.

Wherever the real dragon goes, wind and rain rise.

After a while, heavy rain fell. Zhang Jiuyang hid under the eaves somewhere to avoid the rain and continued to stare at the real dragon hidden in the clouds, calling the wind and rain.

Although he knew that there were many legendary creatures in this world, as a descendant of the Chinese, when he saw the real dragon with his own eyes, he still felt a huge shock in his heart.

Even through the thick clouds, he seemed to be able to feel the innate nobility, mystery, majesty and power.

Dragons are one of the most perfect creatures in the world.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhang Jiuyang used his magic power to his ears, and he could still vaguely hear the sound of dragon roars, which were majestic and vigorous, with an indescribable ancient atmosphere, which made his hair stand on end.

It was not fear, but an inexplicable feeling, as if it was a tremor engraved deep in the blood.

He suddenly remembered the Dragon King Temple. Could it be that the Dragon King really showed up?

But he quickly rejected this idea, because according to the old man, the scales of the Dragon King were golden, and his body was hundreds of feet long, which could surround the mountains.

And the one in front of him was a white dragon, which was only nearly a hundred feet long, and there was a big gap between him and the Dragon King.

But no matter what, the white dragon bringing rain is always a good thing for the people of Qingzhou.

It's a pity that Zhang Jiuyang's current cultivation is still too weak, otherwise he really wants to fly in the clouds and negotiate with this mythical white dragon.

After all, he is also a descendant of the dragon.

The heavy rain did not last too long. It was less than half an hour before it gradually stopped.

Zhang Jiuyang reached out his hand and washed it with the rainwater dripping from the eaves. The water was clear and cold, and it had the breath of magic power. Although only a few strands were left, it was still not difficult to guess how powerful the white dragon's magic power was.

Not to mention that Zhang Jiuyang couldn't compare, even Yue Ling couldn't compare.

Of course, when they really fought, it didn't mean who had stronger magic power would be stronger. It also depended on magical powers, martial arts, magic weapons, and planning.

For example, although Blind Lin had lived for more than 600 years, his countless reincarnations seriously affected his cultivation. He had to start practicing again after each reincarnation, so that he was no longer at the level of a ghost Taoist.

He was able to suppress Yue Ling in Chenjia Village because he had planned for decades, raised the Five Elements Heavenly Ghost, and occupied a huge home advantage in Chenjia Village.

If they fought in another place, Yue Ling could beat his brains out.

But the magic power of this white dragon... is really exaggerated.

After the clouds and rain, the white dragon disappeared, as if hidden in the sky, and even Zhang Jiuyang could not see it.

He shook his head, remembered this scene in his heart, and then continued to go home.

One day, his magic power and Taoism will be higher than this white dragon. At that time, I believe he will see a more wonderful world.

Instead of just standing and looking far away and speculating like now.

…

Dragon King Temple.

A woman in white walked in, her snow-white clothes were like lotus, her belt was like clouds, and her black long hair was slender and drooping, flying in the breeze.

Her steps were light and her silk stockings were covered with dust.

She wore a veil, covering her face, but the eyebrows and eyes revealed were as beautiful as a painting, especially her eyes, which were as clear and elegant as white clouds, as if they were gods who did not eat the fireworks of the world.

The woman in white stepped gently into the temple, and stared at the statue of the Dragon King with her glass-colored pupils, her eyes seemed a little complicated.

After a long time, she lowered her eyes and her gaze fell on the three burnt incense sticks.

She stretched out her right hand from her sleeves and made calculations.

Her fingers were white and slender, slender and graceful, with a faint white light flowing between them, like crystal clear white jade in the sun, with a mysterious Taoist charm.

Her hair was flowing and her white clothes were elegant.

After a moment, she stopped calculating, stepped out of the Dragon King Temple, and headed in a certain direction.

Strangely enough, although the woman in white was wearing a veil, she had a slender figure and a rare temperament in the world, but the people passing by ignored her.

As if they could not see her at all.

Only a child with a charming aura had a flash in front of his eyes and said, "Huh? There seems to be a very beautiful big sister there, why is she gone again?"

Finally, she was dragged away by her parents by the ears.

The woman in white walked quietly in the city. The surroundings were very lively, and many people were celebrating the recent rainfall. She ignored them all, without a trace of ripples in her eyes.

Finally, she reached the destination of the deduction, an ordinary, dilapidated and small farmhouse.

She did not knock on the door, but walked through it.

In the room lay an old man who was dying. He seemed to be dying, and there was no family member around him. He just lay alone on the bed, old and frail.

If Zhang Jiuyang were here, he would find that the dying old man was the one who went to the Dragon King Temple to burn incense today.

After going to the Dragon King Temple, he seemed to have let out his last breath. After returning home, he was bedridden and was about to die.

At this time, in the haze, he seemed to hear someone calling his name.

"Did you burn incense for me?"

The voice was as clear as a cold spring, and he had never heard such a beautiful voice.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and saw a woman who seemed to be emitting fairy light, even every strand of hair was flowing with brilliance, and the pair of glass-colored pupils were staring at him quietly.

Combined with her words, the old man was shocked and his expression suddenly became very excited.

"You, you are the Dragon King?"

The woman in white shook her head and said, "I'm not."

She asked again, "Did you burn incense for me?"

The old man nodded quickly, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Dragon King, it turns out you are fine, that's great, that dog boy can rest assured!"

Such a devout believer, if it were someone else, would definitely be in awe, but the woman in white said calmly, "I think you are lying."

Seeing that the old man wanted to say something excitedly, she said calmly, "Forget it, let me see it."

She pointed at the old man's eyebrows, and through his memory, she saw everything that happened in the Dragon King Temple today.

It turned out that the person burning incense was a young Taoist priest in a green robe.

She was a little puzzled as to why an ordinary young Taoist priest could have such a huge incense power that she almost couldn't bear it, and had to leave the palace in person to raise clouds and rain to return the incense.

"You are not the Dragon King..."

The old man finally calmed down. He was a little disappointed, and then asked expectantly: "Then you should know the Dragon King. Is he okay?"

The woman in white hesitated for a moment and said: "He is dead."

The old man was shocked, tears suddenly flowed in his eyes, and his breath gradually dissipated.

Before his consciousness completely fell into darkness, he heard the fairy-like voice again.

"He doesn't owe you anything. He has already paid back the water you poured in the past."

"It's just that I can't bear to leave you."

...

Zhang Jiuyang returned home and found that A Li had woken up, and holding the two pink kitchen knives, he caught a strange little man in a yellow robe in the pond.

The little man looked chubby, only four inches in size, wearing yellow clothes, a yellow crown, a yellow hat, and carrying a big bag.

At this moment, it was pressed on the shore by A Li, shouting constantly.

"Help me, I'm not a thief, I'm Qingji, the messenger of Master Yue Ling!"

"Don't kill me, woooooo!"

"I'm here to deliver a letter to Zhang Jiuyang!!"

Ali patted its head gently with the back of the knife, then pinched its fat with her hands, and said in surprise: "You are so fat, how can you run so fast, I almost didn't catch you..."

She threw the yellow-clothed little man around and had a lot of fun.

Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly and said with a smile: "Ali, don't be rude."

This little girl was idle at home for too long, and suddenly someone broke in, and it was such an interesting yellow-clothed little man, so she had a playful heart.

If she really did it, the yellow-clothed little man would have been killed by the knife long ago.

Only then did Ali let go of her hand.

The little man in yellow robe snorted coldly, adjusted his robe and mustache, untied the bundle and handed it to Zhang Jiuyang, saying: "This is what my master asked me to give you."

After a pause, he glanced at the pink kitchen knife in A Li's hand with lingering fear, and said: "I, I am not unable to beat her, but I am worried about destroying the things in the bundle."

Zhang Jiuyang laughed and said: "Thank you, messenger, please sit down."

The little man in yellow robe did not sit down, but dived into the pond, swimming happily, saying: "We Qingji are the spirit of water, and it is much more comfortable in the water than on a chair~"

Seeing his happy appearance, Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, he was also generous and did not bear grudges.

He opened the bundle and found a total of five things in it.

A waist badge, a booklet, a letter, a bottle of elixir, and a small yellow egg, which seemed to have a strong water power.

The waist badge is naturally a symbol of identity for the outer circle of the Imperial Observatory, but it is different from the one given by Lao Gao. This waist badge looks more noble and domineering. The word Qintian is engraved on the front and a five-clawed golden dragon is engraved on the back.

In addition, at the bottom of the waist badge, there is a word Ling, which symbolizes that Zhang Jiuyang is Yue Ling's outer circle, and the two of them are in the same boat.

The higher Yue Ling's status in the Imperial Observatory, the greater the power Zhang Jiuyang can enjoy. On the contrary, if Zhang Jiuyang does something bad, Yue Ling will also be punished.

The two of them are considered to be prospering together and suffering together.

Zhang Jiuyang put away the waist badge, and then picked up the booklet, and found that it was actually the list of the treasure house of the Imperial Observatory, which is divided into six categories: elixir, formation, talisman, instrument, skill and special treasures. The things recorded are dazzling.

Zhang Jiuyang put it away first and leave it for later.

After opening the letter, lines of beautiful handwriting came into view. I didn't expect that Yue Ling, who was extremely powerful, had such beautiful handwriting.

"Zhang Jiuyang, I haven't seen you for a long time. I don't know if your swordsmanship has improved. I hope you don't be lazy. This time you are also famous in the Imperial Observatory. As my peripheral, your martial arts can't be too bad, otherwise they will laugh at my vision of people."

"Everything has been done. Keep the waist card. With it, no one in the Imperial Observatory dares to embarrass you."

"There are two Sanbao Ruyi Pills in the bottle. Don't think it's too little. A total of four were refined. Lao Gao got one, and the old guy Jianzheng knocked one away. If I hadn't drawn the knife, Li Jianhou of Lingdan Pavilion would have wanted to take another one."

"When I can beat Jianzheng, I will help you pull out a few more beards."

Seeing this, Zhang Jiuyang smiled knowingly. Although the handwriting was beautiful, the momentum was still fierce, worthy of Yue Ling.

"I spent some good deeds to help you get a water spirit egg. You can ask Qingji for the specific usage."

"Please say hello to Xiao A Li for me."

The handwriting seemed to end here, but she seemed to think of something and wrote another sentence.

"It's been a month. If you still can't write it, don't stay in Qingzhou."

"I will send someone to take you to the capital. I believe that under the Dragon Sparrow Knife, you will be inspired and write quickly."

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