Chapter 1 Lin Fan returns after rebirth

Under his gaze, it became even more difficult for Lin Fan to raise his head.

If we compare the majesty of the previous figure to a stone of rice.

At this moment, the man's majesty is like a mountain!

He didn't speak for a long time, but Lin Fan still found it difficult to adapt, until the ghost shadow roared in his body. Lin Fan also exerted all his strength, raised his head, and looked directly at the figure in front of him.

Unlike the previous emperors who destroyed Buddhism, he was wearing a black-based robe with a dark golden dragon pattern under his belt and majestic images of a phoenix spreading its wings on the cuffs of his robe.

He has a big belly and a slightly pale complexion, but is generally in good health.

Compared with the previous one, he is more like a real emperor.

"Why don't you kneel when you see me?"

bang bang—

Yiqiqi and the old man couldn't resist for even a second and suddenly knelt down.

Only Lin Fan, sweating profusely, still had trembling legs and did not kneel down.

He who called himself "I" was not angry. He just looked at Lin Fan quietly without saying anything. Time passed little by little.

Not only did Lin Fan not collapse to the ground, but his back straightened a little.

This slight change was very weak, but when it fell on the figure in the dragon robe, it added a hint of surprise to his calm eyes.

"You are a bit rebellious. Tell me why you woke me up."

Lin Fan cursed inwardly, who woke you up?

I was asking the most important questions when you popped up.

But looking at his status, he is much higher than the previous one, so perhaps he knows more.

Lin Fan continued with the previous topic and asked the person in front of him again.

What is Buddha?

His tone was neither pious nor reverent, and he even gnashed his teeth to resist the pressure.

The first figure was not satisfied with Lin Fan's tone and even mocked him.

This one, however, did not show any emotion at all, and was calm and indifferent.

Not to mention the tone, he didn't care what Lin Fan said, or rather, he didn't even care about anyone in front of him.

There was a look of indifference in his eyes, as if there was nothing in the world worth frowning on.

"Buddha? It's just a bunch of rabble, using the name of faith to assimilate my people. If Feng Zhoushi doesn't destroy them, I will also take action."

He stretched out his hand, and suddenly an old and fat eunuch appeared in front of him. He cupped the figure with both hands, then stepped back in front of Lin Fan, and gently hit Lin Fan on the forehead with a scroll in his hand.

Suddenly, images and sounds played in my mind at a speed nearly a thousand times faster.

This sudden information shocked Lin Fan so much that his brain felt like it was about to explode, and he half-knelt on the ground in pain.

It seemed as if the figure didn't want to see this person kneeling in this situation. He leaned back slightly, and the mountain-like pressure suddenly decreased by 90%.

Even Yiqiqi and the old man had a chance to catch their breath.

Yiqiqi stood up tremblingly, the fear engraved in his mind, and he didn't dare to look up.

Even though the pressure is gone, he still doesn't dare.

Just like a shark that has been locked in a glass tank for many years, even if the tank is gone, it still dares not swim out of that range.

The old man was still kneeling on the ground, not daring to even stand up.

Lin Fan's attention was entirely focused on the information in his mind.

During the Feng Zhou era, two events occurred that shocked the world.

One is that the Western Buddha came to the world.

They are not human, but they can use some kind of chanting ability to convert people to Buddhism.

Once they convert to Buddhism, they possess extraordinary abilities, such as an indestructible body, boxing skills to subdue demons, and an indestructible Arhat formation.

It then swept across most of the west.

Those who become monks are free from all emotions and fear of death until their death.

They created a group of "army" that were fearless and extremely powerful, and finally revealed their ambitions.

Gradually, there appeared people who were unwilling to convert, but were willing to support him by listening to his chanting for seven days and spending all their money.

Just like a swarm of locusts passing through, wherever they pass, all the food, gold, silver and jewelry will be "voluntarily" contributed to them.

It was not until the Feng Zhou Kingdom that the existence of the "underworld" was discovered.

He also discovered the means by which the lonely soul could improve his strength. At this moment, history took a huge turn.

The people who were originally powerless to resist became more powerful than those monks after they acquired the tricks.

They were forced to retreat to the west.

However, the king of Fengzhou, the figure that Lin Fan had seen before, had desires far beyond that. After destroying the city, he wanted to possess a statue that would bring disaster to the country.

then……

Buddha is gone.

It took ten years to kill all the stone statues.

The monks who "voluntarily" entered the monastery woke up one after another, leaving tears of excitement and relief in their eyes.

Because of this incident, the first scourge of the country...

born.

Lin Fan roughly browsed through the history of hundreds of thousands of words in his mind, as well as the illustrations therein.

King Feng Zhou was praised as a tyrant, but at the same time he was also known as a wise king who acted as a savior.

He did not lie to Lin Fan, he just did not mention the word tyrant.

Lin Fan looked at the figure in dragon robe again, and the other party was also looking at him.

"Nine dragons... does that mean there are nine calamities in the world, and they all set foot in this way?"

"Dragon? There's only one."

There was no arrogance in his tone. He just stated the most ordinary fact, as if he was talking about how many bowls of rice he had eaten.

There were eight tattered dragon thrones below, and eight figures were squirming with different strengths, as if protesting against his words, but it was of no use.

He was at the top, without even glancing down.

"You can only use this method to harm the country once. Don't you have a little ghost that can destroy the city? I need to explain this to you."

"That……"

Before Lin Fan could ask, he became inexplicably irritated and threw a scroll out of his hand, hitting Lin Fan on the forehead with a bang.

There is no way around it, and a lot of history floods into my mind again.

This time...it's no longer in the service of King Zhou.

But another king.

He is a truly wise king.

because……

He has the power to bring disaster to the country, and the way he does it is to cut off the path of cannibalism and advance his strength.

Lin Fan's head was about to explode and his eyes were shocked.

How exactly can we cut off the entire path to improving our strength?

This wise king of this generation... is stronger than King Feng Zhou.

But what is the so-called disaster to the country?

"What exactly is a disaster for a country? You want to ask this question, right?"

Lin Fan endured the headache and nodded reluctantly.

"But I, as the new emperor, have answered too many of your questions. Shouldn't you also answer one?"

The three of them looked at the figure in dragon robe, puzzled.

What's the problem with someone who died tens of thousands of years ago?

Kui was finally able to tilt his head and look at the figure in dragon robe out of the corner of his eye.

bang——

After just a moment's glance, Kui's head exploded and then returned to face the ground.

"Depend on……"

Kui had no words to express his pain. It was really hard to earn one hundred million.

No wonder there is a saying among humans that money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat.

If I had known this, I would!

Forget it, you still have to eat what you need to eat and earn what you need to earn.

The dragon-robed figure smiled gently, kindly and lovingly, and said:

"Why do you have my descendants on you?"

This warm sentence made Lin Fan sweat profusely, as if a beheading sword was hanging above his head.

I couldn't move at all.