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

"King Qin Yingzheng!

The ancestors of the past dynasties, the long-cherished wish of dominating the world!"

"Yingzheng, I don't dare to forget it for a moment!"

"I don't eat toasts, I eat punishment wine.

200,000 soldiers, waiting in front of the enemy city, their eyes are about to burst blood!

Just because of the imperial court, some people say that they will not attack South Korea?"

"Since that's the case, then I have to dismiss Mr. Lu's appearance!

From now on, Mr. Lu will add 5,000 stones, 10 horses, and a pair of jade!"

"The widow is going to sweep through the six countries and lay down a big territory!

Build the Great Wall to prevent barbarians! Engrave a stone tablet on Mount Tai! Commemorate the unification of the world!"

"All will speak the same language and write the same language. "

"Where the eye can see, and where it can't see, it becomes a nation. "

"Five hundred and fifty years of chaotic war will end today!"

"The emperor has won the government and has achieved the domination of the world!"

Complicated memories are churning in Ying Zheng's mind.

From ascending the throne to sweeping away the Six Kingdoms, and then to dying soon.

"Li Si, Zhao Gao!"

Ying Zheng woke up violently and found that everything around him was so unfamiliar.

Broken temple, cold wind gusts.

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

"I, I'm 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 on your body, they are in tatters.

The skin on the hands is rough and chapped.

The hunger in his belly made him feel weak.

The hunger and thirst in his mouth made him start to feel dizzy.

However, after confirming all this, Ying Zheng burst out laughing, and his heart was full of ecstasy.

"Haha!

"Haha!"

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

After resigning himself to his fate and closing his eyes, he had a chance to live again!

With such a wonderful development, how can it not make Yingzheng ecstatic?

Although this body is unbearable, his memory tells him that he is only twenty years old!

A person's golden age!

Inexhaustible energy, inexhaustible physical strength!

"Haha!"

Ying Zheng's tears were about to burst out laughing, and his mentality was much younger.

Everything around him was telling him that it wasn't a dream.

I really lived another life!

Later, Ying Zheng began to organize the memories in his head.

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

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

The more I think about Ying Zheng's face, the darker it becomes, and it is naturally good to live another life.

But this experience, unavoidably, is too bumpy.

Hunger almost filled the memory of the first twenty years of the original body.

Looking around, Ying Zheng looked for what he had.

After a cup of tea.

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

A bowl at the beginning?

It's still a broken bowl!

"Whew. "

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

Penniless, hungry and thirsty, without a fixed place to live.

To live another life, the most important thing is to live.

"Huangjue Temple. "

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

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

In order to eat his stomach first, Ying Zheng doesn't mind being a monk first.

It's nighttime.

Ying Zheng came to Huangjue Temple and expressed his thoughts.

The old monk on the opposite side glanced at it.

Although this person was in rags, his face was yellow and thin.

But his eyes seem to be different from those of the victims, and his words and deeds are also different from those of ordinary people.

Just standing on the opposite side can feel the pressure.

Could it be some kind of down-and-out royal nobleman?

Odd goods can live!

After thinking for a moment, he folded his hands.

"Donor, I have a relationship with my Buddha.

Please come in. "

Ying Zheng ate the black flour bun and drank the cold well water.

The food is not good, and the treatment of the emperor in his previous life cannot be said to be the same.

It can only be said that it does not matter at all.

However, being alive has already made Ying Zheng satisfied.

Everything will be there, just take it personally.

Next.

Ying Zheng followed behind a great monk and went to the hall of shaving.

After shaving, his Dharma name is recorded.

Distribute Dharma discs and become officially recognized monks.

After seeing the water tank, the great monk turned his head to him and said lightly.

"After shaving later, you will be my junior brother.

This water tank is your homework for the rest of the day.

Thirty-six loads of water were carried every day, twelve in the morning, twelve in the afternoon, and twelve in the evening. "

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

The servant is pretty much the same.

The tank was big enough for him to get into.

From the river outside the temple, you have to carry water and fill the water tank.

It's a huge and difficult task.

The great monk saw that he didn't speak, and he didn't care.

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

With that, he continued walking.

The newcomer who was disobedient before used hunger to teach him a lesson.

It's just that the great monk always feels cold behind his back.

The neck is also cold.

It seems like there's some great horror.

"Amitabha. "

The main hall of Huangjue Temple.

Almost all the monks have the matter at hand and come here to watch the shaving ceremony.

"Shave for the walking stones. "

The presiding officer standing at the top clasped his hands together.

Xingshi is the name he gave to Yingzheng.

"Yes. "

Several monks gathered around Yingzheng, holding knives and starting to shave his hair first.

According to Buddhism, hair represents the innumerable human beings and their troubles and wrong habits.

Cutting off your hair is equivalent to removing the pride and slackness of the world.

Get rid of all worries and practice wholeheartedly.

Ying Zheng stood in place with his hands folded, thinking about his future plans.

For the time being, stay in Huangjue Temple to eat and have enough understanding of the outside world.

Pull up another team and slowly expand the scale.

Conquer the world, just do it again.

Ying Zheng is confident and more capable of building a huge empire again!

However, the accident suddenly happened!

The old monk who lit a stick of incense wanted to ring the scar on the top of Yingzheng's head.

But when the incense touched the top of his head, it suddenly went out.

"Huh?"

The old monk picked up a stick of incense again, but the incense went out again.

This surprising scene made all the monks around look sideways and be surprised.

"Change the fragrance!"

The host of the Huangjue Temple at the top said.

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

But after trying it a few times, it's all exactly the same.

Every time he went to the top of Yingzheng's head, it was extinguished.

The old monk clasped his hands together and said helplessly.

"Presiding, this person, this person may not have anything to do with my Buddha. "

The surrounding monks were in an uproar.

How have such things happened in decades!

There is absolutely no problem with incense, and some people even tried it on the top of their heads.

If there is a problem, it is Yingzheng!

"Bring it here. "

The owner of Huangjue Temple has never seen anything like this since his lifetime.

It's almost like a miracle.

For better or worse, this man is absolutely extraordinary!

All the monks thought so in their hearts.

"What's your name?"

Ying Zheng thought about the three words in his memory.

"Zhu Chongba. "

"Amitabha. "

The host looked left and right, only to feel that the person in front of him faintly revealed a bit of nobility.

Nothing else can be seen.

"Ask Senior Brother Gu to come and have a look. "

"Yes. "

He was talking about the oldest mage in Huangjue Temple.

He is also a world-famous archmage.

More than ten years ago, the imperial court also sent people to invite him to do things in the past.

He even wanted to live in the palace for a long time, but he was refused.

After a while, an old monk was carried over.

The host of Huangjue Temple said respectfully.

"Senior brother, junior brother doesn't practice enough to see through this person.

Can you please take a look, is it good or bad?"

Hearing that the incense head had been extinguished several times, the archmage was also a little surprised.

He was almost a hundred years old, and he had never encountered anything like it. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Don't be afraid, come. "

The archmage beckoned, and his face was kind and kind, which made people feel good.

Ying Zheng stepped forward and stood in front of him.

In his previous life, he had seen a lot of monks, and he suddenly felt that the old monk in front of him had real skills.

It doesn't look the same.

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

Everything in front of me became illusory, as if there were scenes of illusions.

The above is Yingzheng's previous life, what is it?

It's a sea of bloody corpses!

The countless corpses of the soldiers of the Six Kingdoms were piled up into huge and majestic peaks, soaring into the sky!

The rolling waves of blood converged into rivers and seas, until they dyed the entire sky red!

Endless souls of the dead, surrounding and dancing around the old monk.

It's noisy, and it seems to be telling its grievances!

After a few breaths, in front of the eyes of the monks of Huangjue Temple.

A pair of eyes of the archmage shed bloody tears!

With a hideous expression on his face, he shouted vigorously.

"The demon who has killed countless people, no, it's the reincarnation of the Heavenly Demon!

Fierce and evil, tyrannical and unreasonable!"

His mouth began to babble, and the hideous look on his face became more and more obvious.

Until the Seven Orifices bleed to death!

For a while, the entire Huangjue Temple was quiet.

Subsequently, all the monks, including the presiding officer, showed a look of horror on their faces.

Looking at the gruesome corpse of the archmage, panic was transformed into anger.

"Get on your knees!"

"Get on your knees!"

Hundreds of monks Qiqi shouted to Yingzheng.

But before he knelt down, he heard a dull sound.

"Click!"

The beam of the house suddenly broke and smashed on the body of the Buddha statue in the main hall.

"Amitabha. "

The faces of all the monks changed abruptly, and they scattered one after another.

When they came again, almost all of them were armed.

Flat poles, kitchen knives, wooden sticks.

Everyone shouted with fear in their eyes.

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

As if Yingzheng was some kind of great horror.

The monks were frightened together, shouting and screaming.

Under his feet, he didn't dare to take half a step forward, as if he was nailed to the spot.

"Alas. "

Ying Zheng sighed, what is this called?

A monk who has died at the end of his life, a large hall that has not been repaired for a long time.

What does it have to do with him?

Say that he killed a lot of people in his previous life?

Ying Zheng thought about the soldiers of the Six Kingdoms who were killed by the Qin army when he attacked the Six Kingdoms.

Well, it's a little bit more.

Seeing Yingzheng leaving, all the monks were so frightened that they all took three steps back!

Until his figure disappeared from view.

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

Then came the crying.

Funeral for the Archmage.

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

The entire Huangjue Temple had a nightmare for a whole month!

Every time I think about it, I feel a chill in my back!

......

Broken temple.

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

It's back, back to the beginning.

The thing lay on the ground, as if mocking him, and he kicked it away in a bad mood.

"'Ugh. "

Before the plot began, the middle way collapsed!

Hunger, again, came from the belly.

Ying Zheng is once again facing the crisis of starvation.

However, this did not bother him.

Many people always feel that Yingzheng is the sixth Yu Lie, Zhen Chang strategy in the imperial universe.

But he wasn't born to be an emperor.

When he was three years old, he was in a situation where he was caught and killed with his mother.

It was not until he was nine years old that he returned to the Qin State.

In those difficult days, Ying Zheng learned to use all 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?

That's what he's done countless times.

Along the way, he saw a lot of fruits that could be eaten.

The water in the river can be brought and drunk as long as you find something to wrap it.

Ying Zheng got up and walked out of the broken temple, ready to fill his stomach first.

"Bang. "

The temple door was kicked open.

An hour later, Ying Zheng, who came back again, held the baked cake in his hand and ate a mouthful full of oil.

There is also a kettle hanging from his waist.

There are no baked cakes on the trees, and no kettles in the ground.

Obviously, Ying Zheng snatched it from someone else.

"Brother Tai, no, a heroic man spares his life!"

He was followed by a young man dressed as a scholar, constantly begging for mercy.

"Less nonsense, sit!"

Ying Zheng scolded loudly.

With such a strong physique, if you don't rob, will you go and pick fruits?

For this matter, he did not have half of the psychological burden in his heart.

Qin's annexation of the Six Kingdoms, why wasn't it a large-scale robbery and plunder?

"Good, good. "

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

But Ying Zheng just looked serious.

"Tell me, how many hundred years has Great Qin lasted, how many emperors are there?"

In terms of knowledge, the original body cannot be said to be rich in five cars.

I can only say that I don't know a few big characters.

Only from Mr. Tingshu said that more than a thousand years passed after the Qin Dynasty.

The scholar couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this, this is still a bandit who likes to learn?

In order to survive, he said immediately.

"The state of Qin lasted for two generations since the beginning (Li Mohao) emperor.

Hu Hai and Ziying, but in my opinion there 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 tugged at the other man's collar and said incredulously.

"Strong man, strong man spare his 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, Xiucai met bandits, and he couldn't explain it clearly.

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

"Go on, what happened after the death of the First Emperor. "

The scholar breathed a sigh of relief and told him what had happened next.

From Li Si and Zhao Gao's edict to Liu Bang's victory against Xiang Yu.

"Alas. "

Ying Zheng sighed.

He thought he had done everything for posterity.

It's a pity that the Qin Dynasty became a flash in the pan.

"Strong, strong, I'm done.

Food, drink, and silver are all for you, can I go?"

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

You have to run out.

Well, now I've been caught by the murderer.

My life is not guaranteed!

"You're here to teach me how to read!"

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

The words on it look a little familiar, but I just don't recognize them.

Over the past 1,500 years, fonts have changed a lot.

"This, this. "

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

Forget about robbing money, and let him teach literacy.

Is this a one-day-two-day affair!

What he is most afraid of is that the other party can't learn no matter how he learns.

Annoyed and angry, he punched him to death.

Who is reasoning with this!

"What, don't want to bother?"

Ying Zheng asked lightly.

"It is an honor to be able to teach a strong man if I am willing, willing, and able to teach a strong man. "

The scholar was bitter.

Oh my God, what's going on!

The bandits don't rob houses and start to read and write!.