"He died early in the morning!"
Wu Gensheng folded his hands in front of his chest with a sarcastic look on his face. The Qing Dynasty had the richest land in the world, and its money accounted for one-third of the world's total.
It can be said to be a true paradise, with all nations coming to pay tribute!
But it was precisely because of that old witch that those who kept long braids in order to consolidate the absolute rule of the Bannermen rejected new ideas and kept hindering them from behind.
It's simply that they are good at internal fighting but not good at external fighting.
Every time he thought of this, Wu Gensheng got so angry that his teeth itched. A great country was almost destroyed by a country the size of a palm.
This has everything to do with the old witch and the Bannermen's so-called inability to enlighten the people!
The number of Bannermen is small, while the number of nationals is large, so they can only be ruled by keeping them ignorant.
I don't know which sinister villain came up with this idea. It was definitely a merit at the time but a sin for eternity!
"Not only did the Qing Dynasty fall, but Emperor Guangxu has also been dead for eighteen years. The Aisin-Gioro dynasty was taken away by a woman. Hahahaha, I estimate that in a few years, the imperial mausoleum will also be destroyed by someone!"
Wu Gensheng became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. If it weren't for a group of young people who later learned advanced ideas and moved forward despite the difficulties and obstacles, then...
“Bold!”
This sudden ridicule completely shocked the person lying in the coffin. He might be a prince.
He had a prominent status during his lifetime, as can be seen from the eunuchs and palace maids buried with him and this magnificent tomb.
Wu Gensheng's words were undoubtedly heart-wrenchingly hurtful to him.
"The Qing Dynasty cannot possibly perish!!"
There was a muffled sound, and the coffin in the middle of the tomb suddenly exploded, and the fragments scattered like a hail of bullets.
Faced with the sudden oncoming debris, the old monk was about to step forward, but Wu Gensheng got there first and stood leisurely in front of everyone.
With a slow motion of left and right hands, he drew a circle in the air.
"Cut a watermelon in half, you get half and I get half."
Wu Gensheng waved his arms very quickly, and a transparent airflow swirled in his hands, forming a transparent protective shield in front of the three people.
Countless fragments hit it and turned into powder silently like raindrops.
This stunned the old monk. He looked at Wu Gensheng with a strange expression. Is this Wudang Tai Chi
Why does it feel like you are performing fake Tai Chi
Others share the watermelon, you take half and I take half, you share the watermelon, do you dare to touch my watermelon?
Wu Gensheng quickly turned his hands again and swung his right fist forward fiercely, causing a whistling sound that broke through the air.
The strong airflow brought by the fist instantly blew away the smoke in front of him, revealing a figure.
The man had a pale face and was wearing yellow clothes, which seemed to have a python dragon embroidered on it. He looked like a prince.
His face was livid, as if it had always been livid.
It was very ugly, with a face full of wrinkles, just like dried meat, which could not hold any moisture. Its teeth were very sharp and its eyes were red, which was enough to scare a baby so much that he could not sleep in the middle of the night.
The prince seemed to notice his own miserable appearance. He looked at his sharp claws and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
During his lifetime, he made friends with a Feng Shui master who was extremely knowledgeable. He traveled through mountains and observed rivers and found out that there was a dragon vein in this place.
Even though the dragon vein is small and cannot allow a dragon to ascend to heaven, it can still ensure that his descendants will continue to be prosperous and wealthy!
Although the prince was a prince, he could not guarantee that all his descendants would be princes, so he ordered the construction of a tomb quietly before his death.
After his death, he secretly replaced his body and buried his real corpse here.
But seeing himself in a state of neither human nor ghost, the prince was completely furious!
He stared with bloodshot eyes, looking straight at the three people in front of him. Since he couldn't find a Feng Shui master now, he could vent his anger on the three weak ones in front of him.
As for what Wu Gensheng said just now
What a joke! Our Qing Dynasty is a zombie dynasty, how could it possibly perish! !
“Go to hell!”
The prince leaped straight up from the middle of the tomb and rushed towards the three people.
“You bold monster!” Zhao Wenzhuo waved his robe and was about to call out “Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon”, but was quickly pulled behind him by the old monk.
The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, monks should be compassionate!"
This little monk is the future pillar of Buddhism. We cannot allow him to kill people at will. We must treat him with compassion.
The old monk felt that as the young monk's predecessor, he must teach him.
The royal zombie in front of us is the best example. How powerful can a zombie that is twenty or thirty years old, even if it is a royal zombie, be
The old monk clasped his hands together, and his face instantly became much kinder. Facing the prince rushing towards him and the sharp nails on his hands, he remained unmoved.
"South!"
Slowly, he uttered a word.
A large golden word flew out of his mouth and instantly imprinted on the prince's chest, causing him to retreat repeatedly.
The prince touched his chest. His yellow dragon robe was torn, leaving a black mark.
this!
The prince looked up suddenly and saw the old monk opened his mouth again.
"none!"
A huge golden light symbol came rushing towards him. This time the prince had learned his lesson and dodged quickly. The light symbol passed by him and sank silently into the wall.
Before the prince could finish his ridicule, the old monk quickly recited a few more sentences, and countless characters danced in the sky.
The ferocious look made the prince's face stiffen.
After a fierce bombardment, the prince who had been so arrogant just now was suddenly beaten and screamed, with black marks all over his body.
The old monk showed a kind look on his face, "Monster, are you convinced?"
He is a kind-hearted monk and loves to explain things to others.
The prince took two steps back and took two deep breaths like a human, and a strange green light emanated from his whole body.
The body turned black, the hair turned green, the claws became longer, and even the fangs became sharper.
Wu Gensheng looked at it and silently took a step back. Zhao Wenzhuo seemed to have the same idea and also took a step back.
The old monk was left standing alone in the front, becoming the real center.
Of course, it is also a thorn in the zombie's side!
The old monk silently looked at Wu Gensheng and Zhao Wenzhuo. The young people nowadays have no martial ethics and don't know how to take care of him, a 69-year-old comrade.
Although I don’t know what happened to the zombies on the opposite side, they seemed to have been injected with chicken blood or sucked the blood of their loved ones, becoming extremely powerful.
It’s a bit difficult to deal with!
Before the old monk could think clearly, the prince on the opposite side had already rushed over. The old monk's face changed, the speed was too fast.
Compared with just now, the difference is like heaven and earth.
He simply turned his hand and held the vajra in his hand heavily to block in front of him.
“Clang!”
The vajra flashed a bright light and smashed heavily on the prince's body, making a sharp sound of metal collision.
The vibration that was transmitted back was extremely strong, and the old monk could hardly hold on steadily. He retreated several steps and stuck the vajra in his hand into the ground before he stopped his retreat and stood firm.
The prince did not chase after him. He just stood not far from the old monk, looking at him with his head tilted, a strange look on his face, and laughing.
Looking at that, it's already an obvious mockery!
Being mocked by a monster, is this something a normal person can tolerate
Normal people can’t tolerate it, so how can an old monk tolerate it
Wu Gensheng looked at the old monk with great interest. He wanted to see what the old monk, who claimed to be compassionate, was going to do.
Do you have to turn the right cheek after being hit on the left cheek
"Amitabha!"
The old monk chanted the Buddha's name again, "I wanted to persuade you to be kind and spare your life, why do you have to force me?"
He raised his head slowly, and smashed the vajra in his hand hard on the ground, causing countless cracks to appear on the ground.
"Buddha also has angry-eyed Vajra!"
The old monk shook his shirt with force, and it fell off, revealing his strong muscles.
He picked up the vajra with both arms and smashed it towards the royal zombie!
With that mighty and vigorous look, you really can’t tell he’s an old man!
Wu Gensheng had a strange look on his face, not only him, but even the prince was a little dumbfounded.
A zombie, with bared fangs and claws; a monk, a muscular monk, wielding a vajra with great power.
The two guys were fighting fiercely, just like a demolition crew, punching and kicking each other, and the tomb was covered with dust.
"I wonder how this old abbot trained his muscles, tsk tsk!"
Wu Gensheng felt a little envious when he saw this. Apart from having a more handsome face and a more stylish appearance, he was really not as good as this muscular man.
Zhao Wenzhuo looked at the old abbot and put on his clothes silently, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Monster, are you convinced?"
The old monk swung the vajra violently, and Buddha's light suddenly appeared on it, and the Bodhisattvas that appeared all had angry expressions on their faces.
It hit the prince's chest with a bang, knocking him back repeatedly.
"Bang!"
Another blow. The prince's chest was originally bulging, and women would lower their heads silently when seeing it, but now, it was directly beaten into two grooves.
"roar!"
The prince roared and swung his claws quickly. Bursts of green light gathered on his claws. It was a strong corpse poison.
If he got even a little bit of it on him, the old monk would probably die on the spot!
But he was not panicked. He raised his left hand directly in front of his chest, with a kind face, and a golden bell appeared outside his body.
The prince slapped it hard, but it didn't cause any ripples at all!
The old monk put down his left hand, his brows furious, and holding the pestle in both hands, he swung the pestle hard again, dropping it directly from the sky and hitting the prince on the head.
There was a loud bang and the dull sound of metal colliding, and the floor was the first to be unable to withstand the pressure and began to crack.
The prince sank straight into the mud. The old monk's eyes lit up, and he picked up the vajra and struck the prince three times in a row, smashing him straight into the ground.
Then he quickly stepped back, stuck the vajra in his hand on the ground, placed his left hand on his chest and chanted the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha, monks should..."
"Forget it, beat the hell out of it, I'm tired, let me, an old man, rest for a while."
As he said this, the old monk stuffed the vajra into Zhao Wenzhuo's hand, sat down on the ground beside him, and gasped for breath.
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