The Gods and Buddhas Are Actually Me

Sleeping ghosts, eating ghosts, killing ghosts... "Ride ghosts." This is the first time Zhang Jiuyang has heard it, and it is also the first time he has seen it. Strange to say. Originally Zhang Jiuyang was still painting portraits of gods and Buddhas, but he suddenly fell asleep and came to a new world. This world. Very peculiar. He is completely different from the earth he was on before. Because everything in this world is made of ghosts. At this time, he was riding a sky ghost on a road formed by the tongue of a long-tongued ghost, and he was preparing for a ghost riding competition with five energetic young men with dyed yellow hair. Whoever rides a ghost will reach the finish line first. Whoever can win the "champion" of this ghost riding competition! The original person happened to be the partner of these spiritual guys. In order to establish authority among the spiritual guys, he rode on his ghost. The remaining five spirited guys are riding the decapitated ghost, the eyeless ghost, the greedy ghost, the childbirth ghost and the starving ghost. They sat on the ghost, howling and screaming, extremely excited. "Brother Zhang, if you are slower than me this time, then Xiaomei and the champion of the ghost riding competition will be mine!" Wang Xiaodao, who is as thin as a bamboo pole, greets Zhang Jiuyang proudly. The eyeless ghost underneath him has been modified. On the feet of the Eyeless Ghost, Wang Xiaodao installed toe buckles made of steel, and his thighs were specially tied with bandages to make the Eyeless Ghost use his strength more smoothly. As for the eyeless ghost, lanterns were hung around it, and the plugs were inserted into the eye sockets of the eyeless ghost. The colorful lights attract the attention of energetic girls on the roadside. The little beauty Wang Xiaodao mentioned is among them. Zhang Jiuyang turned around and saw that the little beauty had a strange appearance, her body was as big as a giant bucket, her face was covered with pockmarks, and the hair from her nostrils was sticking out. From time to time, you can still see "Xiao Mei" licking her nostrils. "If you lose, Xiaomei will give it to you too!" Zhang Jiuyang waved his hand. He is really not blessed to enjoy such a beauty. "Get ready..." "Bang!" Beside the starting line, the referee pinched the big-mouthed ghost's head and slapped the big-mouthed ghost on the back of the head. The big-mouthed ghost immediately made a sound like a starting gun. "Boom!" The five-headed ghosts on the starting line shot out suddenly like an arrow from the string. The one rushing at the front is Wang Xiaodao, the modified eyeless ghost who is fierce. From behind, Zhang Jiuyang could see the eyesless ghost's feet emitting sparks, which were caused by the collision of the toes with the ground. The remaining three spirited young men were not far behind. The ghosts they were riding were also extremely ferocious. They made a roaring sound and rushed forward. On the contrary, the Heavenly Ghost beneath him was running weakly. "Am I going to lose like this?" Zhang Jiuyang was unwilling to accept it. With a flash of inspiration, he leaned down and muttered something in Tiangui's ear. These words seem to contain a secret that makes even evil spirits tremble. At this moment, Tian Gui trembled all over and screamed, and all the muscles in his body actually condensed. Tiangui quickly stretched his limbs, and his movements became very fast, so fast that only an afterimage remained, as if he had turned into lightning. On the runway, Zhang Jiuyang's afterimages appeared one after another. After a while, he surpassed the three energetic young men in front and came behind Wang Xiaodao. Zhang Jiuyang stretched out his hand and pressed Wang Xiaodao's shoulder. He raised the corner of his mouth, turned sideways, and whispered in Wang Xiaodao's ear: "Race ghosts with me... Brother, you still have to practice!" {"TopicId":"1033444013661618176","TopicName":"The gods and Buddhas are actually myself"}

The setting sun sets over the western mountains, and dusk is about to pass. The afterglow of the setting sun fell under the willow tree beside the trickling stream. Under the tree, Zhang Jiuyang, who was wearing Tsing Yi, had slightly raised eyebrows. "I know who wakes up first from a big dream!" "Accidentally, I slept all afternoon!" Zhang Jiuyang raised his hands and stretched. The gentle breeze blew the willow branches like a girl's hair, bringing a fragrance. "It smells so good!" Zhang Jiuyang's nose moved slightly and he immediately smelled the fragrance in the air. The fragrance of peonies... Zhang Jiuyang turned his head and looked at the fragrance, and a beautiful woman with delicious beauty appeared in front of him. This woman was wearing white clothes, her belly was slightly bulging, and her hair was messy, as if she had just escaped. She stared at Zhang Jiuyang with burning eyes, as if she were looking at a fat sheep that couldn't be more plump. "Little sir, help!" The woman's charming voice sounded, "Someone is chasing the little girl!" Zhang Jiuyang frowned and looked far away. There was no one behind the woman chasing him, so how could he say to save his life? Zhang Jiuyang felt more vigilant in his heart. Seeing the woman about to pounce on him, Zhang Jiuyang immediately raised his hand to stop him: "Madam, stop, if you have any difficulties, just say it..." "Little sir, the little girl was chased by the gangsters and was living in the street. There is an eight-month-old child in her belly. I don't know if the little gentleman has a place to live here. Please let me stay for a night." If it were an ordinary man. Seeing such a beautiful woman crying for help in front of him. The other party must have agreed to everything he said. But Zhang Jiuyang's expression did not change at all and his breathing was steady. He always felt that something was wrong. His subconscious told him... There was something wrong with this woman! Just a question. A woman who was eight months pregnant with a child was able to escape from the gangsters. Then he went into exile in front of him and wanted to stay with him for one night... Is this possible? "Madam, I am just a fortune teller with no fixed place to live. I am used to wandering around. When I am hungry, I spend some spare money to buy some steamed buns to eat. When I am sleepy, I sit on the floor, with the ground as my bed and the sky as my quilt. It is true that there is no place to take my wife!" "Madam, please find another place!" Zhang Jiuyang politely refused. In an instant, the woman's face turned cold, and the white clothes on her body gradually turned red from the soles of her feet. "There is no place to live, but there is always food!" "No!" Zhang Jiuling reached for the ghost-slaying sword at his waist, because he could already smell the smell of evil spirits, and this smell made his stomach churn. I want to eat! "But, I clearly smell the scent of human flesh on the little gentleman!" The woman's voice suddenly changed and became as sharp as a cat scratching a blackboard. At the same time, the white clothes on her body had turned deep red... "This is evil!" Originally, Zhang Jiuyang suspected that the person in front of him was a ghost at most, but he did not expect that the other party actually reached the level of evil. It's hard to deal with! The woman stared at Zhang Jiuyang greedily. Her blood-red figure floated in the air and flashed rapidly around Zhang Jiuling. "Hahaha! Mom! I'm hungry!" A jagged baby face appeared on the woman's bulging belly. She looked at Zhang Jiuyang and giggled non-stop. "Ghost birth!" Zhang Jiuyang immediately recognized the type of ghost that had turned into a fierce one. "Delicious human flesh!" The ghost gave birth to a tiger and rushed towards Zhang Jiuyang. "It is not certain who will eat who!" Zhang Jiuyang held the ghost-slaying sword tightly with one hand and suddenly pulled it out. The cold light of the sword body reflected the complex Taoist runes, and the pattern of the Big Dipper star was faintly visible. "Behead!!!" {"TopicId":"1033444013661618176","TopicName":"The gods and Buddhas are actually myself"}

Dragon Knight

"Since you can't keep your youth, it's better to go to the factory and get food and shelter." "It's too hard to drive screws, so it's better to be a security guard!" "The air conditioners in the factory are not for people, but for the machines. The air conditioners in the security booths are for people!" Zhang Jiuyang slowly opened his eyes as he listened to the unfamiliar voice in his ears. Where is this place? One second, he was fighting against evil spirits, but the next second he was in this strange environment. The place where he is now is inside a security booth. Next to it is a thermos cup filled with chrysanthemum tea, and two uncles wearing blue and black security uniforms. The two of them were happily discussing their own opinions on life. Spit flew everywhere. Zhang Jiuyang subconsciously touched his waist. The Ghost Slayer Sword is still there. Suddenly. My mind felt dizzy, and memories rushed into my mind like a volcano erupting. Now I understand. At this time, he was an art college student who could not find a job after graduation. In desperation, he chose to avoid decades of detours and directly came to work as a security guard in a factory. "Xiao Zhang, we're on patrol!" Uncle Lin, the unshaven security guard on the side, patted Zhang Jiuyang on the shoulder, stood up from the table, and checked his pants. Immediately afterwards, he took down two black batons from the wall next to him. Handed one of them to Zhang Jiuyang. Now that time travel has become routine, Zhang Jiuyang followed without thinking too much. At this time. It is late at night, and there are few stars at night. A gust of cool breeze blew onto Zhang Jiuyang's face, which made him energetic. Uncle Lin walked in front, swinging his baton in his hand and humming a ditty. "Three or five strokes on the inkstone, the ink is falling and the partridge crows." "Who knows the meaning of the music, the broken string is waiting for you to tie." "Oh, little lover, don't worry." Looking at Uncle Lin's leisurely appearance, Zhang Jiuyang couldn't help but sigh in his heart. "This security guard position is really relaxing and comfortable! But it is much more comfortable than the last life, catching murderers and tricksters." The factory here is located in a relatively remote place, and there are basically no people around, and there are more weeds. However, for the safety of the property in the factory. As security guards, Zhang Jiuyang and Uncle Lin still had to pretend and patrol. Of course. If you really encounter a thief or a robber, your first reaction will definitely be to run. After all... With a salary of several thousand yuan a month, why are you working so hard? After walking only a few steps, Uncle Lin trembled all over and felt the urge to urinate. Before going out just now, I drank too much health tea. Uncle Lin looked around and saw a dry well not far away. He chuckled: "Xiao Zhang! Wait for me here. Uncle, let me relieve myself first." After saying that, Uncle Zhang handed the baton in his hand to Zhang Jiuyang. A man rushed to the wellhead in a hurry. He opened the zipper and made a hissing sound from his mouth. But... Less than a second after the water was released, a chill suddenly made him tremble all over. There were bursts of white smoke coming out of the wellhead, and Uncle Lin looked down. A long hair suddenly popped out, and through the gap of the long hair, he saw an eyeball full of hatred, staring closely at him. "Oh my god! There's something weird!" Uncle Lin looked horrified, his face turned pale with fright, his legs became weak, and he fell directly to the ground, staring at his legs and stepping back. Zhang Jiuyang heard the shouting and shifted his attention to the mouth of the well. With saliva secreting from his mouth, he put his hand on his waist and slowly pulled out the Ghost Slayer Sword. Because he smelled the smell of food... {"TopicId":"1033444013661618176","TopicName":"The gods and Buddhas are actually myself"}

The protagonist's cultivation level is a bit slow to improve. The last book grew too fast, and this one feels a bit too slow. It's only the second level after one hundred chapters. It's nothing, but the enemy is far stronger than the protagonist. The protagonist either shakes people off every time or relies on the killer trick of visualization pictures, which is a bit unsatisfactory. I prefer to watch the protagonist and the enemy fight face to face for 300 rounds, relying on their own strength to defeat the opponent. This kind of battle is really exciting to watch. It's boring to ask God to come to the world and kill you instantly. Shake people, the main character is weak and can only provide support. It is meaningless to do this often. To sum up, I hope that the protagonist's growth can be accelerated a little, or that the enemies can be controlled not to be too strong. Of course, there is no need to deliberately strengthen the protagonist and reduce the description of the supporting characters. (The above are all personal opinions, please forgive me if there is any inappropriateness)

Before the Five Realms was very exciting, but after the Five Realms the plot fell apart a bit. I don't quite understand why the author had to design a grand background? It's another battle between the gods and the human world. The protagonist suddenly becomes a prince living among the people. This scene is disgusting, and then there is a hidden line of the Jade Emperor of the Earth. To be honest, I am not interested in this kind of grand narrative. What I like the most is the previous story of Zhang Jiuyang slowly growing up from an ordinary person to slaying demons. The subsequent grand narrative is boring.

The writing style of this book is very smooth and comfortable to read. It has beaten 90% of the books that I started with. However, there is a twist in the middle. The protagonist is injured for acting and is almost killed. This twist is really a bit crazy, so I gave up. I probably understand that the author wants to add some plot, but the skills are really not good.

The good guys in this book often suffer inhuman torture that is worse than death. In the end, being able to die is a relief. The bad guys do all the bad things and live happily. In the end, the worst is to die easily. A few innocent people are buried with them. In the end, even when the protagonist defeats the villain, it still makes people feel uneasy and makes them angry.

The writing style and description are very good, very enjoyable. The only drawback is that it feels like the protagonist always feels detached and cannot be brought into the role. Obviously the protagonist is dedicated, low-key and capable. But from time to time, someone would say "You are not worthy of Miss Yue" and "What's your status?" Obviously I seem to be very powerful, and even my father-in-law recognizes me, but I seem to be very weak, and anyone can mess with me. The author's positioning of the protagonist's identity as Zhang Jiuyang should be clearer. Zhang is infinitely powerful in the eyes of those around him. Yue Ling trusts him unconditionally, kills people at will, and controls the situation. In the eyes of the enemy, it is infinitely small and insignificant. He has no status in the eyes of outsiders and can provoke others at will.

The plot and language of this book are very good. I keep reading it. It's just that the setting of cultivation level and lifespan is a bit strange. The fourth level is to cultivate the golden elixir, and the sixth level is equivalent to becoming a god. After all, the ninth level is an immortal. You can become a god at the age of thirty, which is just two steps away from being an immortal, and then you can die of illness at the age of sixty or seventy. This is the setting. . .