Emperor's Resurrection Tournament: Li Shimin single-handedly cleans the Tumu Fort!

"King Qin Yingzheng! you forgot?

Is it the long-cherished wish of the ancestors of all generations to unify the world?"

"Ying Zheng, I dare not forget it for a moment!"

"I don't drink toasts, I drink wine as a penalty.

Two hundred thousand soldiers were waiting in front of the enemy's city, their eyes almost bleeding!

Just because someone above the imperial court said they would not attack South Korea?"

"In this case, we have to give up Mr. Lu’s appearance!

My order is that from now on, Mr. Lu’s salary will be increased by five thousand dan! Ten horses! A pair of jade stones!"

"I just want to sweep across the six countries and conquer a huge territory!

Build the Great Wall to protect against barbarians! Carve the stone tablet on Mount Tai! Commemorate the unification of the world!"

"Everyone will speak the same language and write the same script"

"The place that the eyes can see and the place that cannot be seen have become a country"

"Five hundred and fifty years of chaos ends today!"

"Emperor Yingzheng managed to unify the world!"

Complicated memories are tumbling in Ying Zheng's mind.

From ascending the throne to wiping out the six kingdoms, and then dying soon.

"Li Si, Zhao Gao!"

Ying Zheng suddenly woke up and found that everything around him was so strange.

The ruined temple, the cold wind.

The sky began to darken, and the setting sun reflected his lonely figure.

"I, am I still alive?"

Different from the feeling of old age, what he feels at this moment is abundant physical energy.

It's like being twenty years old!

Look at the clothes he is wearing, they are in tatters.

The skin on his hands is rough and cracked.

The hunger coming from his belly, He felt weak.

The hunger and thirst in his mouth made him dizzy.

However, after confirming all this, Ying Zheng burst out laughing, his heart filled with ecstasy.

"Ha ha! Ha ha!"

"Ha ha!"

He spent the rest of his life looking for the elixir of immortality, but found nothing.

After accepting his fate and closing his eyes, he got the chance to live another life!

How could Ying Zheng not be ecstatic about such a wonderful development?

Although this body is unbearable, memory tells He himself is only twenty years old!

A person's golden age!

Inexhaustible energy and inexhaustible physical strength!

"Ha ha!"

Ying Zheng laughed to the point of tears, and his mentality became much younger.

Everything around him told him that this was not a dream.

He really lived another life!

Later, Ying Zheng began to sort out the memories in his mind..

In the first half of his poor life, his parents and brothers all starved to death.

He also had no place to live and became a beggar.

The more he thought about it, the darker his face became. It would be good to live another life. But this experience was too rough..

Hunger almost filled the memory of the original twenty years.

Looking around, Ying Zheng looked for what he had.

After a cup of tea,

Ying Zheng looked at the bowl in front of him, his face turned livid.

There was only one bowl at the beginning. ?

It’s still a broken bowl!

"Whoosh."

After taking a few deep breaths, Ying Zheng stabilized his emotions.

He was penniless, hungry and thirsty, and had no fixed place to live. The most important thing is to stay alive for another life.

"Huangjue Temple."

Ying Zheng stood up and walked towards a temple not far away.

In his memory, he was going to be a monk.

In order to fill his stomach first, Ying Zheng didn't mind becoming a monk first.

At night,

Ying Zheng came to the emperor Jue Si expressed his thoughts.

The old monk opposite took a look.

Although this man was in ragged clothes and had a sallow complexion, his eyes seemed different from those of the disaster victims, and his words and deeds were also different from ordinary people.

Just standing opposite, he could Feeling waves of pressure.

Could it be that he is some kind of down-and-out royal family member?

What a rare thing!

After thinking for a moment, he clasped his hands and said

"Donor, you are destined to be my Buddha.

Please come in."

Ying Zheng ate black-faced steamed buns and drank cold well water.

The food was not good, and it cannot be said to be the same as the emperor's treatment in his previous life.

It can only be said that it has nothing to do with it.

However, being alive has already made Ying Zheng was satisfied.

Everything will be fine, just figure it out slowly.

The next day,

Ying Zheng followed a great monk to the hall where he was tonsured.

After the tonsure, his name will be recorded in the book.

Dishes will be distributed and he will become an official. A recognized official monk.

After seeing the water tank, the great monk turned to him and said calmly

"After you get tonsured later, you will be my junior brother.

This water tank will be your future homework.

Thirty-six loads of water are carried every day, twelve in the morning, twelve at noon, and twelve in the evening."

Looking at the quite large water tank, Ying Zheng's brows moved.

Junior brother? A servant is more or less the same.

This water tank is big enough for him to go in. He has to carry water from the river outside the temple to fill the water tank.

It was a huge and difficult task.

The great monk didn't say anything when he saw him, and he didn't care.

"If you can't finish it, you won't be allowed to eat."

After that, he continued walking forward.

The newcomers who were disobedient in the past always used hunger to teach him a lesson.

However, the great monk always felt that his back was chilly.

His neck was also chilly.

It seemed that there was something terrible.

"Amitabha."

The main hall of Huangjue Temple.

Almost all the monks were focused on what they were doing and came here to observe the ordination ceremony.

"For the stone tonsure."

The host standing at the top said with his hands clasped together.

Walking Stone is the name he gave Ying Zheng.

"yes."

Several monks gathered around Ying Zheng and started shaving his hair with a knife.

According to Buddhism, hair represents countless troubles and wrong habits in the world.

Cutting off the hair is equivalent to getting rid of the pride and neglect in the world.

Get rid of all worries and practice wholeheartedly.

Ying Zheng stood there with his hands clasped, thinking about his future plans.

For the time being, he stayed at Huangjue Temple to have a full stomach and gain enough understanding of the outside world.

Then he gathered a team of people and slowly expanded Scale.

To conquer the world, just do it again.

Ying Zheng is confident and has the ability to build a huge empire again!

But, an unexpected thing happened!

The old monk lit a stick of incense and wanted to put a scar on Ying Zheng’s head.

But When the incense tip touched the top of the head, it suddenly went out

"Um?"

The old monk picked up another incense, but the incense tip went out again.

This surprising scene made all the surrounding monks look at him in surprise.

"Re-scent!"

The host of Huangjue Temple at the top said.

Soon, a brand new batch of incense was brought over.

But after trying it a few times, they were all the same.

Every time it went to Ying Zheng's head, it went out.

The old monk clasped his hands and helplessly said

"Host, this person, this person may not be related to my Buddha."

The surrounding monks were in an uproar.

For decades, such a thing has never happened!

There is absolutely no problem with the incense. Some people even tried it on their own heads.

The one with the problem is Ying Zheng!

"bring it here."

The abbot of Huangjue Temple has never seen such a thing in his life.

It can almost be compared with the so-called miracle.

Whether it is good or bad, this person is definitely extraordinary!

All the monks thought so in their hearts

"May I have your name?"

Ying Zheng thought about the three words in his memory.

"Zhu Chongba"

"Amitabha."

The host looked around and felt that the person in front of him seemed to be a bit noble.

Nothing else could be seen.

"Please ask Brother Lao Nin to come over and take a look."

"yes."

He is talking about the oldest mage in Huangjue Temple. He is also a world-famous great mage.

More than ten years ago, the imperial court sent someone to ask him to come and perform rituals.

They even wanted to let this man live in the palace for a long time, but he was rejected. After a while, an old monk was carried over.

The abbot of Huangjue Temple said respectfully

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother is not practicing well enough to see through this person.

Please come and take a look, is it good or bad?"

Hearing that the incense was extinguished several times, the Archmage was also a little surprised.

He is almost a hundred years old and has never encountered such a thing. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Don't be afraid, come."

The great mage waved, with a kind and kind look on his face, which made people feel good.

Ying Zheng stepped forward and stood in front of him. He had seen many alchemists in his previous life, and he immediately felt that the old monk in front of him had real abilities.

The perception is different.

Sure enough, the Archmage looked at Ying Zheng with wide eyes.

Everything in front of him became illusory, as if there were scenes of phantoms.

Above is Ying Zheng's previous life. What is it?

It's a mountain of blood and a sea of ​​corpses!

Countless corpses of soldiers from the Six Kingdoms piled up into huge and towering peaks, soaring into the sky!

Rolling waves of blood merged into rivers and seas, until the entire sky was stained red!

Endless souls of the dead were surrounding the old monk. Surrounding and flying.

It was noisy, as if he was telling his grievances!

After a few breaths, in full view of the monks of Huangjue Temple, a pair of eyes of the great mage shed tears of blood!

With a ferocious expression on his face, he shouted with all his strength

"The demon that killed countless people, no, it was the reincarnation of a demon!

So ferocious, so cruel and cruel!"

He began to talk nonsense in his mouth, and the ferocious look on his face became more and more obvious.

Until he bled to death from his seven orifices!

For a moment, the entire Huangjue Temple became quiet.

Then, all the monks, including the abbot, had their faces changed. He showed a look of horror.

Looking at the hideous corpse of the Archmage, his fear turned into anger.

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!"

Hundreds of monks Qiqi shouted to Ying Zheng.

But before he knelt down, he heard a dull sound

"Click!"

The beam suddenly broke and hit the Buddha statue in the main hall.

"Amitabha."

The expressions of all the monks suddenly changed again, and they dispersed in a hurry.

When they came again, almost everyone was holding weapons.

Carrying poles, kitchen knives, wooden sticks.

Everyone shouted with fear.

"go out!"

"go out!"

It was as if Ying Zheng was some great terror.

The monks were afraid of each other and shouted loudly.

But they did not dare to take a step forward, as if they were nailed to the spot.

"well."

Ying Zheng sighed, what is this?

A monk who has died, a palace that has not been repaired for a long time.

What does it have to do with him?

Did he kill a lot of people in his previous life?

Ying Zheng thought about how to attack the Six Kingdoms At that time, those soldiers of the Six Kingdoms who were killed by the Qin army.

Well, it was a little more than 100 million.

Seeing Ying Zheng move, all the monks were so frightened that they took three steps back!

Until his figure disappeared from sight.

Everyone The monks breathed a sigh of relief and put down their weapons.

Then there were cries.

A funeral was held for the great master.

The scene that happened today stayed in the minds of all the monks for a long time.

The entire Huangjue Temple worked for a whole month A nightmare!

Every time I recall it, I get a chill in my back!

……

Ruined temple.

Ying Zheng sat on the floor and looked at the broken bowl in front of him silently.

Back again, back to the very beginning.

This thing was lying on the ground, as if it were mocking him. In a bad mood, he kicked it away.

"｀Alas."

The plan collapsed before it even started!

Hunger came from the belly again.

Ying Zheng once again faced the crisis of starving to death.

However, this could not stop him.

Many people always felt that Ying Zheng was Fen Liu Shi Yulie made great efforts in Yu Yunei.

But he was not born to be an emperor.

When he was three years old, he and his mother were in a situation of being captured and killed.

He did not return to Qin until he was nine years old.

During that difficult period During his days, Ying Zheng learned to use every means to survive.

For example, what fruits can be eaten in the wild, which wild vegetables are not poisonous, and how to drink river water?

These are things he has done countless times.

Just along the way, he I saw a lot of edible fruits.

You can drink the water from the river as long as you find something to wrap it in.

Ying Zheng got up and walked out of the ruined temple, preparing to fill his stomach first

"boom."

The temple door was kicked open.

An hour later, Ying Zheng came back again with sesame cakes in his hands and his mouth full of oil. There was also a kettle hanging on his waist. No sesame cakes could grow on the trees, and no kettles could grow on the ground. Obviously

, no sesame cakes could grow on the trees.

, Ying Zheng snatched it from someone else

"Brother, no, please spare your life, brave man!"

Following behind him was a young man dressed as a scholar, begging for mercy.

"Stop talking nonsense and sit down!"

Ying Zheng scolded loudly.

With such a strong body, how can he pick fruits instead of robbing?

He didn't have any psychological burden on this matter.

Why was it not a large-scale robbery and plunder when the Qin State annexed the six countries?

"well."

The other party sat on the ground in fear, thinking that he was going to be killed.

But Ying Zheng just looked serious.

"Tell me, how many hundreds of years did Great Qin last? How many emperors are there?"

In terms of knowledge, I can't say that I have a lot of knowledge.

I can only say that I can't even read a few big characters.

I only heard from Mr. Shu that more than a thousand years have passed since the Qin Dynasty.

The scholar couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this. He still likes to learn. A bandit?

In order to survive, he immediately said

"The Qin Kingdom lasted for two generations after its first emperor (Li Mohao).

Hu Hai and Ziying, in my opinion, are only two generations.

Ziying is almost a puppet."

Hearing these words, Ying Zheng's face became darker and darker.

"What, two lives? What nonsense!"

He grabbed the other party's collar and said in disbelief.

"Strong man, strong man spare your life.

I never lied to you. After the death of the First Emperor, Great Qin began to fall apart!

It’s written in the book, it’s written in the book!"

The most feared thing happened. The scholar met the bandits, and he couldn't explain why.

After a long time, Ying Zhengcai let him go in frustration.

"Continue to talk about what happened after the death of the First Emperor."

The scholar breathed a sigh of relief and told everything that happened next.

From Li Si and Zhao Gao's imperial edict to Liu Bang's victory over Xiang Yu

"well."

Ying Zheng sighed.

He thought he had done everything for future generations.

Unfortunately, the Qin Dynasty became a flash in the pan.

"Strong, strong man, I've said it all.

I'll give you food, drink, and money. Can I leave?"

The scholar couldn't help but regret, why he didn't follow his father to take refuge in the mountains.

He had to run out and make a living.

Now he's fine, he was caught by the murderer.

His life is not guaranteed!

"You come and teach me how to read!"

Ying Zheng finished eating the sesame cakes and took out a few books from the other party's luggage to read through.

The words on them looked a bit familiar, but he just didn't recognize them. Over the past fifteen hundred years, the fonts have changed a lot.

"This this."

The scholar is going crazy, what's going on with this bandit!

Even if he robs money, he also asks him to teach reading.

Is this a matter of a day or two?

What he fears most is that the other party can't learn it no matter how hard he learns.

He becomes angry from shame Next, I punched him to death.

Who can I ask to explain this!

"What, you don’t want to disturb?"

Ying Zheng asked calmly.

"I wish, I wish, it would be my honor to be able to teach strong men."

The scholar cried out in agony.

Oh my god, what's happening!

The bandits stopped robbing homes and started to learn to read!.