Chapter 24 Zulong finally comes out of the coffin, what a charming old ancestor!
Follow Huikong's order and pass it on.

The people of Jinshan Temple acted quickly.

Long before coming, Huikong had made all the preparations. The golden bodies of the ancestors in the temple had already been transported here, and he even borrowed a few from other temples, making a total of eighteen golden bodies.

The surrounding live broadcast equipment was also set up at this time.

"Master, everything is ready!" A little monk walked up to Huikong and whispered.

At the entrance to the imperial mausoleum, eighteen shining golden men are lined up in a row.

Huikong stood in front of the golden statue, exerted strength in his hands, and slowly pushed open the huge stone door of the underground palace.

All live broadcast equipment was turned on at the same time, and three monks held professional cameras and filmed from different angles.

"Everyone, I think everyone should know where this is. Yes, it is the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor in Mount Li!"

"In the past, Emperor Qin Shi Huang unified the country. After his death, he attempted to make a comeback and turned this imperial mausoleum into a huge corpse-refining ground!"

"Now, two thousand years have passed, and the body of the First Emperor Ying Zheng is about to be removed from his coffin and return to the world to wreak havoc on the world!"

"Many fellow Taoists were helpless, and the old Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain could only compromise."

"I, the poor monk Huikong, cannot bear to see the people being persecuted by the First Emperor, so I come here today to suppress the ancestral dragon!"

"My Jinshan Temple should shoulder the heavy responsibility and suppress Zulong for another two thousand years!"

Huikong faced the camera with a look of compassion.

"Who is this monk..."

"Abbot Huikong of Jinshan Temple! But does Jinshan Temple have the strength to do this? I heard that the old Heavenly Master and the officials were unable to do anything about it, otherwise they wouldn't have issued that notice!"

"It feels like a real game, with so many golden statues all out!"

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As the live broadcast started, tens of thousands of people instantly flocked into the live broadcast room. These people were all attracted by Huikong with real money.

Of course, this live broadcast room is not connected to the secular world. Although most of the weirdness is no longer a secret, the changes in the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor cannot be known to ordinary people.

As more and more people poured into the internal network, everyone's attention was not on Huikong, but on the eighteen golden statues.

There are very few powerful Buddhists who can leave behind a golden body after death, which corresponds to the Golden Elixir Realm of Taoism.

Nowadays, there is not a single Taoist priest in the Golden Elixir realm or a monk in the Golden Body realm in the entire world.

At least on the surface, there has been no news about such a strong man.

The old Taoist priest is still stuck at the half-step golden elixir stage.

Huikong stopped talking nonsense, waved his hand, took a step forward and disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was already in the corridor of the underground palace.

Without any movement from Huikong, the eighteen golden bodies floated up and turned into a golden light and followed.

Seeing this, the three monks carrying cameras hurriedly followed.

"Fuck, are they serious about this at Jinshan Temple? Who gave them the courage?"

"Longhu Mountain has come out in full force, is Jinshan Temple really that awesome?"

The many practitioners who were watching the live broadcast were somewhat surprised to see Huikong being so straightforward.

They originally thought that Jinshan Temple was just a gimmick.

They didn't know what happened in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor these days, and finally issued a notice to offer a reward for the Heshi Bi.
Judging from this series of actions, it is a disguised compromise.

How could anyone in Jinshan Temple have the confidence to have a confrontation with the guy inside?

As Huikong stepped into the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor without hesitation, the number of people in the live broadcast room suddenly skyrocketed.

Underground palace, imperial city, and mausoleum.

"People from Buddhism? This is..." Inside the bronze coffin, Ying Zheng noticed Huikong and his group with his spiritual sense.

He knew about cameras. After all, he was a time traveler, even though it had been more than two thousand years.

But Ying Zheng was a little confused. What were these people doing here?

Logically speaking, it is impossible for ordinary people to come in.

Thinking in his mind, Ying Zheng became interested and silently watched Huikong and his group.

For him, who hadn't been out for two thousand years, this was a rare pleasure.

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At the same time, the old Taoist priest who was escorting the Heshi Bi outside also received the news.

"This old bald donkey! Is he crazy about money?" The old Taoist priest looked unhappy.

Huikong couldn't even touch him, yet he wanted to touch the one inside.

"There's news from Mount Li that Jinshan Temple is acting alone. They're responsible for everything themselves. It has nothing to do with our Dragon Nation."

The staff member beside Zhang Daoling replied.

"If he says to take responsibility, then I will take responsibility. Old Jiang is really something. Why don't you stop me? I'll go first and you guys follow me." The old Taoist priest shook his head helplessly, then picked up a wooden box, turned into golden light and flew towards Mount Li.

He no longer cared whether his true energy was consumed or not.

at this time.

In the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum.

Huikong walked alone in the front, with eighteen dazzling little golden men floating behind him.

Huikong raised his hand and called over a monk carrying a camera, and started bragging:
"Everyone, although I was defeated by the old Heavenly Master in the past, it was because of my Buddha's mercy that he could not bear to use his killing move. Otherwise, it would be hard to say who would be the best in the world."

"But Buddha also has the angry eyes of a diamond. Today, I will let you see the methods of my Jinshan Temple."

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As Huikong and others went deeper, they didn’t know if it was because of good luck.

There were hundreds of heavenly masters in the entire underground palace, but they didn't meet any of them.

Soon they arrived at the first tomb chamber, which was where Yuan Tiangang passed away.

"Master, there seem to be words here. Something must have been placed here before and then moved away." A monk noticed the words on the ground.

Upon hearing this, Huikong looked over and raised his hand to signal for a closer view.

"Yuan Tiangang, a Taoist sorcerer, entered the imperial mausoleum in the 19th year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty to suppress Zulong..." Huikong looked at the words on the ground and slowly read them out.

"Another ancestor? Is this true? How could this person be in the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor?"

"Enter the Imperial Mausoleum to Suppress the Ancestral Dragon! Did the First Emperor transform into a corpse a thousand years ago?"

Many practitioners who were watching the live broadcast were somewhat shocked; they learned very little information.

All we know is that inside this imperial mausoleum, the corpse of Emperor Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng is about to emerge from his coffin.

Those who are in a slightly higher position only know that all the Heavenly Masters of Longhu Mountain would enter the imperial mausoleum.

"Master... Master, the old ancestor's body seems to have disappeared. Could it be..." The young monk who was watching the camera said with some fear.

"What are you afraid of! This Taoist friend might be scary when he was alive, but after death he will be nothing more than a flying zombie. I have the golden bodies of the eighteen ancestors to protect me, so why should I be afraid?" Huikong glared at the young monk.

Even if Yuan Tiangang turned into a zombie, it would only happen in the next two days.

Without sucking human blood and without any special powers, it is at most a flying zombie.

It’s just a flying zombie, he can’t defeat it, but this time he brought eighteen golden statues of Buddhism, please help, Master!
That can be easily suppressed in minutes.

Thinking of this, Huikong felt relaxed again, and then he continued walking forward while boasting.

Soon, the group arrived safely at the palace gate of the imperial city.

Huikong stopped and a drop of cold sweat slid down his head.

The monks carrying cameras also stood there in a daze.
There was nothing in front of them, but they stood there, not daring to move.

It was as if the gate of the imperial city was some kind of monster that was about to devour them.

"Master... Abbot, are we still going?" The monks turned off the live broadcast and asked in a trembling voice.

Upon hearing this, Huikong took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying, "Go!"

Although there was nothing in front, the stone slab on the ground behind the gate was engraved with densely packed words.

Even though there was quite a distance between them, Huikong could still see it clearly.

The second generation Heavenly Master of Zhengyi Sect, Zhang Heng, followed his father's orders.

In the second year of Guanghe in the Han Dynasty, he entered the imperial mausoleum to suppress Zulong!

The third generation of Heavenly Master Zhang Lu······The fourth generation of Heavenly Master Zhang Sheng, the fifth generation of Zhang Zhaocheng, the sixth generation of Zhang Jiao······

All the Heavenly Masters of Zhengyi Dao are here!

And judging from the traces on the ground and the remaining negative energy around, these heavenly masters, like Yuan Tiangang before, have all turned into zombies!
Huikong was now cursing Longhu Mountain madly in his heart.

Damn it, you guys in Longhu Mountain treated the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor as the Tomb of the Heavenly Master!
More than a hundred generations of Heavenly Masters, all placed here! ? ?
Did he come to the wrong place? Was this not Mount Li, but Mount Longhu?
"Are you...still going?" The three monks looked at Huikong in disbelief.

Does the host value money more than his life?
There are more than one hundred heavenly masters who have transformed into corpses, but there are only eighteen golden bodies behind you.

If you encounter it, you will die!

"Let's go!" Huikong gritted his teeth and spat out a word, signaling the three to continue the live broadcast.

He had no choice, the arrow was on the string and had to be shot.

If he retreated like this, Huikong would become a laughing stock in the cultivation world the next day.

How will Huikong survive in the spiritual world in the future?
Master Huikong, the abbot of Jinshan Temple, was frightened by the name of the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain?
"Damn Zhang Heqing, why don't you share this information!" Huikong looked grim and could only pray in his heart that he would not run into the group of Heavenly Masters.

As the few people moved forward, everyone in the live broadcast room also saw the inscriptions on the ground.

"More than a hundred generations of Heavenly Masters from Longhu Mountain are all here!? Wow, this is worthy of being the origin of Taoism. Longhu Mountain is awesome!"

"A thousand years of suppression. Counting the ancestor Tianshi, Longhu Mountain has suppressed the First Emperor in this imperial mausoleum for more than 1,800 years? Wow, rounding up to 2,000 years!"

“I dare not think about whether Longhu Mountain will still exist after that person comes out… If it were me, I would flatten Longhu Mountain as soon as I get out of the coffin!”

"That's not right. Why is the old Taoist priest still helping to find the Heshi Bi? Could it be that the old Taoist priest made a decision that went against his ancestors?"

"Haven't you noticed that these hundred Heavenly Masters are probably all transformed into zombies? If they get out, our Dragon Country will be in chaos!"

Now Huikong no longer has the energy to pay attention to the live broadcast room.

I walked forward cautiously all the way, fearing that I would encounter love or run into a group of heavenly masters around the corner.

It was unknown whether the prayers had worked or the underground palace was too big, but Huikong and his men did not encounter a single zombie while traveling through the imperial palace. Looking at the Qilin Palace within reach, Huikong breathed a sigh of relief and a bright smile appeared on his face: "God's will is with me! This trip will be successful!"

He didn't encounter any danger along the way, and the transformation of hundreds of heavenly masters into zombies did not hinder him at all.

If this isn’t destiny, then what is?
Today is the day Huikong becomes famous!
Huikong turned his head to look at the camera, a smile appeared on his face and he said: "In front is the Qilin Hall, where the First Emperor sealed his body in the past. The Zulong, who is respected by the world, is inside!"

"Everyone!"

"Follow me, into the imperial mausoleum to suppress the ancestral dragon!"

Huikong was full of heroic spirit. He waved his robe and strode in.

He has nothing to fear.

No matter how terrifying the First Emperor was, that was after he came out.

Huikong is not a fool. This is the judgment he made after carefully analyzing the situation.

Although Emperor Qin Shi Huang was terrible, he needed the Heshi Bi. It is not difficult to guess that this must be related to the seal in the coffin.

What does this mean? It means that Ying Zheng will not be able to come out for a while!

If you can't get out, what's so great about you?

His golden body of Buddhism is best at suppressing evil things!

After all, it was left behind by an ancestor's lifelong practice.

In the main hall, Ying Zheng was still lying in the bronze coffin without saying a word. It was all thanks to Ying Zheng that this big monk could come to him.

He just wanted to see what these monks were going to do.

As I’m about to be taken out of the coffin, I have to find something to divert my attention, otherwise the anxiety will affect my mood.

Zhang Daoling looked at Huikong as he walked into the hall with a face full of pity.

Do you think that eighteen golden statues of Buddha can suppress Zulong?
When Zhang Daoling was at his peak, he was a powerful celestial being.

An existence with one foot in the fairyland.

But he still needs the help of the Meteorite of Destiny to suppress the Ancestral Dragon.

This monk is so naive.

Huikong had no idea what Zhang Daoling was thinking. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw the Nine Palaces Dragon Trapping Formation and the bronze coffin locked in mid-air by copper chains.

"Is the person lying in that bronze coffin the First Emperor?"

"Come closer, come closer!"

"That meteorite is the one that the history books recorded falling in Dongjun, right? The land was divided when the First Emperor died!"

Perhaps because they were in the live broadcast room, these people did not feel afraid.

But Huikong and others who were present at the scene were feeling very uncomfortable.

The trace of momentum emanating from the bronze coffin suppressed the few people and made them unable to move.

But there was no movement from the bronze coffin for a long time, and Huikong's mind became active again.

"As expected of the First Emperor!"

"Today, please ask the First Emperor to send me, Huikong, to the altar!" Huikong murmured.

"Everyone, please watch carefully. All the ancestors of Jinshan Temple will suppress Zulong together!"

Then he formed a seal in his hand, and eighteen golden bodies flew out instantly and landed in various positions of the bronze coffin.

"Vajra subdues the devil!" Huikong shouted loudly, and the eighteen golden bodies burst into a dazzling light. Then, the shadow of a four-armed, angry-looking Vajra appeared in the air in the hall.

The four-armed Vajra holding the demon-subduing pestle fell towards the bronze coffin.

Inside the bronze coffin, Ying Zheng sneered.

The sound was not loud, but it made the whole place quiet.

Huikong stared at the bronze coffin with eyes wide open. This Qin Shi Huang was indeed awake!
There was also a frenzy in the live broadcast room; that was the voice of the ancestor!

Huikong gritted his teeth and activated the magic formula once again. So what if he was awake? He was still sealed!

"Give me the town!"

The demon-subduing pestle in the hands of the four-armed Vajra glowed with golden light, and a swastika was carved on the bottom of the pestle, which was pointed straight at the bronze coffin.

"It's okay. The First Emperor is still sealed and has little power. And my Buddhist golden body is best at suppressing him!" Huikong comforted himself.

The four-armed Vajra burst out with all his strength, with immense power, and a wave of energy swept in all directions.

"It's ridiculous for an ant to try to shake a tree!" Ying Zheng's cold words were heard from inside the bronze coffin. He thought there would be some fun when he let the big monk in, but he didn't expect that he was a fool.

There was no sign of any movement from Ying Zheng. After the words fell, the Four-Armed Vajra suddenly stopped moving.

The huge phantom was covered with blood-black lines, its four arms hung down limply, and its body gradually disintegrated.

Along with it came the eighteen golden statues!
The originally shining golden body suddenly became dim, cracks appeared, and finally shattered!
With just one word, all eighteen golden statues of Buddha were destroyed.
!!!

The scene suddenly became silent, and Huikong stood there in a daze.

What...what's going on? His ancestor was killed in one sentence! ?

You tell me that Ying Zheng is sealed! ?
Did I ban you?

"! How...how is this possible! You...you haven't gotten out of the coffin yet! Impossible!" Huikong roared.

There are eighteen golden statues, which are the accumulation of thousands of years of inheritance in Jinshan Temple. Six of them were borrowed from other temples.

"It's fake, an illusion, it's impossible!" Huikong looked up at the bronze coffin.

How could a sealed person be so strong!
Is this still called being sealed? !

This is different from what he thought.

Who can tell him that this can be called a seal?
"Why! The seal is still there, and the destiny meteorite is still there. You can't use your own power!" Huikong was full of question marks.

This doesn't make sense. In his understanding, being sealed means that you can't move and can't do anything, right?
Inside the bronze coffin.

Ying Zheng's unhurried voice came out:
"You are still weak and narrow-minded. You look at me like a frog in a well looking up at the moon."

"When you reach Zhang Daoling's level one day, your horizons will be broadened."

"When you see me then...it will be like a mayfly seeing the sky!"

"How can you understand the height I am at?"

"Seal? Who in the world can seal me!" Ying Zheng's voice was extremely domineering, but it was also the fact. He had been imprisoned in the imperial mausoleum for two thousand years, not because Zhang Daoling was so strong, but because of that broken stone!
Huikong's face was full of dejection. He had never expected that the First Emperor would be so powerful.

He was afraid that he would die here today.

Thinking of this, Huikong slumped down on the ground.

But Ying Zheng didn't care about him anymore. He felt it was destiny! The destiny of the prosperity of the Qin Dynasty!

"He Shi Bi!" Inside the bronze coffin, a light flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.

Someone brought the Heshi Bi to Mount Li!
He felt it!
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At this moment, a golden light fell outside the imperial mausoleum.

The old Taoist priest hurried back.

Without waiting for the old Taoist priest to make any move, the He Shi Bi in the wooden box seemed to sense the call and flew directly into the imperial mausoleum.

“Eh? No, I…” The old Taoist priest was stunned.

No, that thing is used for negotiation, how could it fly in by itself?

They haven't talked to the First Emperor yet.

Jiang Shan and the others who came out to greet them also stood there in a daze, staring blankly at the old Taoist priest.

"Well, it's none of my business!" The old Taoist priest looked innocent.

"Everyone, break camp and retreat immediately. Notify all emergency combat teams to assemble immediately!"

"Non-combatants, leave immediately!"

"Repeat that, everyone..."

Jiang Shan was the first to react and took out the walkie-talkie and shouted.

The matter was serious. He had thought of countless possibilities, but this one was the only one he had never thought of.

It happened suddenly and he was not prepared at all.

This time, the First Emperor is really going to come out!

All the armed forces in Mount Li were mobilized by Jiang Shan.

The old Taoist priest, along with the leaders of various sects, stood guard at the gate of the mausoleum, ready for battle.

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At this time in the imperial mausoleum.

The Heshi Bi directly hit the destiny meteorite!
These two things are naturally in conflict. If they appear together, they will surely be destroyed together!

A loud explosion came from the sky!

Every living creature living under this sky heard it!

Inside the Qilin Hall, nine stone pillars collapsed and copper chains broke into pieces.

The bronze coffin stood in mid-air and slowly opened.

The emperor, who was wearing a black dragon robe and could not be looked directly at, walked out of the bronze coffin.

"I'm back!"

This scene is still being broadcast live.

Everyone in the world heard this declaration!

The former ruler of the Qin Dynasty, the ancestor of thousands of dragon veins, and the founder of all emperors.

The First Emperor is back!

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