I Live Broadcast The Establishment Of The Underworld To Help You Reincarnate

In the live broadcast, Dai Chenglin's soul appeared, roaring in a low voice.

Pearl City.

Mingdan University Affiliated Hospital.

in a ward.

The young man who had been a short-term patient with Dai Chenglin looked at the screen on the tablet computer in front of him and couldn't be more excited.

He still remembered that a week ago, when the old man was covered with a white hood and pushed away, a group of middle-aged people in their fifties and sixties appeared outside his ward.

In those middle-aged years, there were even quite a few who came back from other states!

They are all students of the old man.

They are Daxia, the top doctors in major hospitals.

On that day, the young man's operation went well... But he was sad because he knew that the Pearl Hospital had really lost a good doctor!

At this moment, the young man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

"Old man, it's amazing! When did you film it, you didn't tell me before, you can still act!

At the same time, the emergency department of Mingdan University Affiliated Hospital.

The doctor who was still in training, Liu Buyan, ran into the emergency room in a panic.

In the emergency room at the moment.

Lu Yibai finally rescued another patient.

Wearing a mask, he asked the assistant physician on the side to transfer the patient who had a car accident to the cardiovascular department...

At the same time, he also saw Liu Buyan who was standing outside the emergency room at the moment, with a hesitant look in his eyes.

"Liu Buyan, you don't have a night shift today, you can go home now, why are you running back?"

Liu Buyan was holding the phone at the moment, he hesitated for a while, but he quickly lifted the phone and handed it to the doctor who taught him in front of him.

"Mr. Lu, look, is this "217", Professor Dai.

Lu Yibai was stunned for a moment.

He glanced at the screen on his phone.

In the picture, the old man dressed in golden light growled hoarsely at the old monk in front of him.

"I still remember them..."

And the moment he saw the old man, Lu Yibai's body trembled, but he quickly regained his composure...

"Teacher, you..."

"Did you contact and film this before you died? Yes, I almost forgot, you always tell us about the Daxia Expeditionary Force! Your father is there.

Afterwards, Lu Yibai took a deep breath and looked up at Liu Buyan, his eyes even a little indifferent.

"Okay, I know Liu Buyan, you can go!"

"You have been practicing in the emergency room, knowing that a patient may come in the next second, you are not on duty, it is very annoying!

Liu Buyan blinked his eyes twice, but still spoke with some worry.

"Mr. Lu, are you alright?"

Lu Yibai glanced at him.

"What can I do! Doctors in the emergency room, who are used to life and death, must remain calm, medicine is a rational discipline.

Liu Buyan frowned, he looked at Lu Yibai with a complicated expression.

"But Mr. Lu, you've been crying..."

Lu Yibai, who was wearing a mask, clearly said at this moment that he could remain sensible, but tears kept falling from his eyes... Before he knew it, he had already burst into tears.

It turns out that the moment you just lost a person is not the most painful.

The days after they are completely gone is the beginning of sadness and pain. It will be tortured and will eat away all the will of the whale!

A similar back, a phone call that cannot be made, no one will ask you if you are tired or not, no one will comfort you after your surgery fails, and no one will comfort you when you are too busy to eat. Send a ravioli with a mother-in-law package

When people really realize that this once important person, really and really, will never have an intersection with themselves in their entire lives, the dull, heart-piercing pain has just begun.

At the same time, in front of Chongbai Temple.

Lin Yan quickly let out a ghostly energy to ensure that Dai Chenglin's spirit body would not be affected.

Although Dai Chenglin is a ghost with merit, but after all, he has become a ghost for too short a time, and forcibly bursting out the ghost's aura will cause great damage to himself.

But at this moment, Dai Chenglin was suddenly very sad.

His memory of his father is actually very small, but he always remembers raising himself little by little and supporting his mother who went to school.

He remembered that when his mother died, he was still operating on the patient, and when he learned that his mother died, he did not cry, even strangely, he did not seem so sad.

But then the real sadness was, when I got home, the half carton of milk that I opened the refrigerator, the green radish swaying in the wind on the windowsill, the duvet folded on the bed quietly, and the bursts of noise from the washing machine in the middle of the night. Noisy. At a certain moment, I suddenly remembered the sound and face, and taught me earnestly...

His mother had told him that his father was a hero and died to protect his family and the country, no one could remember them, he had to remember...

They are the Daxia Expeditionary Force!!!

The island pirates are poisoned, and the pain reaches western Yunnan. Whoever has no blood, bears abandoning the frontier, Huanhuan soldiers, regardless of the difficulties and dangers, makes ten decisions, willing to die, loyal and loyal, famous and monumental, burnt and righteous, to show Lai !!!!

He remembered them, and Daxia shouldn't forget them either.

At this moment, the old monk in front of Dai Chenglin looked at the golden soul in front of him, his voice hoarse.

"You don't have to, I can see your..."

Lin Yan raised an eyebrow.

He looked at the old monk.

"Is this a bad joke?"

"You do have some humor in you. 99

The old monk smiled.

He turned to look at Lin Yan.

"Did you come to me for him?"

Lin Yan let out a suffocating breath.

"Part of the reason is this, and part of the reason is that I am looking for the Emperor's soul..."

"The underworld needs the soul of an emperor to be a Yama... Of course I have no intention of asking you to go to my underworld to be a Yama. After all, you..."

Lin Yan did not continue to speak.

And Zhang Xinyi also blinked a few times.

Emperor Soul?

This is what Lin Yan said before, the appearance of sixteen emperors.

This scene was also done in CCTV's announcement.

But where is the Emperor Soul?

Is there an emperor soul in this temple?

not like...

The old monk in front of the wooden fish is still looking down at the moment.

It's just that there was a strange bitterness on his face at the moment.

"Master Ghost... I also watched some of your previous live broadcasts. You are really... magnanimous..."

"But even if you really let me go to the underworld to be a Yama, I'm not qualified... I don't have much of the emperor's spirit left. The emperor of the Ming Dynasty you're looking for is already dead!

"In front of you is an old monk sitting withered in Chongbai Temple, Yingwen..."

"Zhu Yunwen...dead!!!"

"He lost to the "different surnames and inaction" and "Pingfan world" that his grandfather painstakingly managed. He lost to a team capable of conquering good battles and an opponent that was a hundred times more mature than him, and he lost to a group of scholars who could not achieve "Royal ideal"! 99

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"He lost to the people of the world who were far away from his imagination. In the end, he lost to the timid, weak, impulsive and less resourceful Emperor Jianwen in his heart.

"He is an unfilial son who forgets his mother's younger brother, a neglectful father who doesn't care about the life and death of his children..."

The old monk's expression was not excited.

Just with indifferent sarcasm.

And the person he mocked was himself.

Zhang Xinyi was still a little confused.

Lin Yan glanced at the old monk in front of him with a complicated look.

"I thought so too before, after all, before you fled, your mother, Mrs. Lu, was honored as the Empress Dowager, and after Jingnan, the title of Empress Dowager was also deposed and renamed the Queen's Wife Yiwen Crown Princess.

"Then Zhu Di drove Empress Dowager Lu out of the palace, and moved her and her youngest son Zhu Yunxi to Ming Dongling to guard the tomb for Prince Yiwen Zhu Biao. According to wild history, Yunxi was burned to death by Zhu Di, and Empress Dowager Lu was in Dongling. He died silently in the lonely long night, without recording the time of death, the so-called "no taboo day"

"The youngest son, Zhu Wengui, was called "Jianshuren" when he was two years old. He was imprisoned all his life, could not speak, could not distinguish between cattle and horses, and did not know men and women. He died soon after he was released by Yingzong Tianshun.

"Before I came to see you, I kept thinking, if Zhu Yunwen came back to Beijing at that time, would he have any regrets for his mother and young son? There is no time in history, and he is estranged from love..."

"18"

Lin Yan's voice froze again.

"I don't believe that a cowardly, unsympathetic person will dissipate his monarchy and come to guard the spirits of a group of people who have long since died!!!"

At this moment, Lin Yan's voice suddenly ripped apart.

He walked to the front of the old monk and grabbed the old monk's collar.

At the same time, his footsteps stomped hard on the ground.

The dharma image of the red-haired ghost with green face and fangs appeared behind Lin Yan, followed Lin Yan and stepped hard on the ground of the Mahavira Hall in the temple.

The whole temple was shaken.

Then a strange scene appeared.

The originally majestic Mahavira Hall suddenly became dilapidated.

At this moment, the exquisite Tathagata Dharma image turned into a broken Buddha statue with only half of its head left.

Ginkgo biloba in the garden withered instantly.

In the monk's dormitory of the temple, many monks ran out at this moment.

The monks came running and exclaimed...

"What's the matter, Master?

"Master, are you alright?"

"How did the master's temple become like this..."

But soon, those monks could not run.

They felt that their footsteps were chaotic, and then they all knelt on the ground one by one, their skin disappeared, their flesh and blood dissipated, and there was a monk who was kneeling on the ground, clearly a withered bone.

A little novice ran into the Mahavira Hall with frightened eyes.

He looked at the old monk.

"Master, what the hell..."

But before he could finish speaking, he saw that his hands had also become dry bones.

And the old monk who was held by Lin Yan's neck was bursting into tears at this moment.

The little novice who finally ran into the Daxiong Palace, suddenly raised his head at this moment, revealing a hint of enlightenment.

He looked at the old monk and smiled.

"I remembered, you are not a master, you are Uncle Yingwen, right... I am Zhang Yuanyu, who died many years ago and was picked on by those evil ghosts..."

"For so many years, you have been taking care of us, thank you for your hard work!"

As the little novice said, his body completely turned to withered bones.

And the old monk who was grabbed by Lin Yan's neck suddenly felt sad...

"Why, why! Why are you destroying my temple, I am left with them, I am only them, why am I still alive."

"Those goddamn bastards!!!"

Lin Yan let go of the hand holding the old monk's collar at this moment.

The old monk rushed out frantically.

He kept the little novice's bones, and ran to the courtyard to pick up the bones that fell to the ground and were scattered.

"Senior brother, don't be afraid, junior brother is still here! Junior brother let you live... 35

"Squad leader, don't be afraid, I got you back."

"Captain, you can't die. In order to spell you out, do you know how many times I went to Savage Mountain? Back then, when we were desperate in the mountains, you picked us up from the defeated army. You told us that we I can follow you and usher in a real victory for Daxia! 35

"I asked you why you fought, why you fought so hard, and you told me, for the places you've been and the places you've lost!"

"you say……"

"Jingping's belly-boiled meat Huangcheng root; Jinling's dried silk shomai, and Qinhuai Fengyue, which sells gold, and Mingzhu City's moistened cakes and oyster fried, you can stare at the world of flowers. Jinwei's twists, goubuli ;Tingzai porridge and rice rolls from Suizhou, salted fish cakes and bean buns from Liaoshun, three fresh, sauerkraut and white meat stewed vermicelli from Liaodong, duck blood soup and stinky tofu from Huo Palace, and Xingcheng that has been beaten into powder ... no, no more..."

"You said that you are an unrestrained old man, but if you are unrestrained, you don't have to see with your own eyes that half of Daxia is gone before you start to feel heartache and urgency; Stand up, and Daxia will be gone!"

3.6 "I... I know you, and I really lived again! Only then did I understand what it means to die with 100,000 people, and stay in the Great Xia for 5,000 years!

"I... I really can't do it alone, I just want you to see the current Daxia, I want you to live!!! This is the only thing I can do as a coward!!!"

"Da Xia is not dead!!! You are also heroes... Please, don't go, live! I beg you.

At this moment, the pale golden aura that seemed to be whispering from a blue dragon appeared on the old monk's body, and kept digging into those dead bones.

But it didn't work, not at all.

As he just said, his emperor soul is not much left.

Zhang Xinyi stared blankly at this scene, he turned to look at Lin Yan with a complicated expression.

Lin Yan spoke quietly.

"He should be a rare Buddha illusory, who can make a big vow and use his own vows to spread the magic of enchantment. This illusion can not only deceive people, but even deceive ghosts.

"He used his vows to build this unbroken Buddhist temple. Those comrades-in-arms and brothers who died have all become monks in the temple. They even forgot the fact that they had died and thought they were living in today's peaceful age. people...'

At this moment, Zhang Xinyi was shocked beyond words.

At the same time, Lin Yan raised his head.

"Zhu Yunwen, look back!!!

At this moment, holding a group of withered bones and tearful old monks, he turned his head numbly.

Then he saw Lin Yan's side.

There were ghosts standing there, soldiers in tattered military uniforms, children with bright smiles, his senior brothers, his comrades in arms... Those ghosts, with no resentment, were all smiling at the old monk.