I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

This burglary technique is really not very good, it only hit the passage, which is a thousand miles away from the tomb.

But just looking at the mural in the passageway and the night pearl hanging on it, you can tell that this tomb is not simple!

"Money is outside the body..."

Before the old monk finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Wenzhuo behind him, "Old abbot, don't be so blah, save people!"

As he said that, Zhao Wenzhuo left in a hurry, and the old monk was taken aback by his vigorous and resolute appearance.

He couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile. After all, he was old, and he didn't have the rush of young people.

The three walked forward, and there were many scattered bones on the passage. It seemed that someone had already made up their minds about it before Miss Huo.

But the sharp bow and arrow showed that it was not easy to mess with.

After walking a few steps forward, it really dawned on me that I came to a huge tomb.

As soon as the flame in Wu Gensheng's hand lit up, the whole tomb room suddenly shone with golden light, illuminating the dark tomb room extraordinarily brightly.

Good guy!

The three of them took a closer look and saw that the entire tomb was covered with gold leaf. Under the light, could it not be golden?

"It seems that the age is a bit recent. I don't know which royal family it is from?"

Wu Gensheng looked at these golden parks with great interest, there was no trace of time on them, it was obvious that they were made in recent years.

The royal family is not buried in the imperial mausoleum, but here, a small place where birds don't shit, it's really interesting!

The old monk wasn't in the mood to tease him. Could it be that his face was a bit dignified, "Which royal family, old monk, I don't know, I just know we are in trouble."

The secret room in front of him was empty, but the old monk glanced over, and the secret room in front of him was full of people.

There is a row of eunuchs on the left, a row of court ladies on the right, and craftsmen with various faces of resentment.

The old monk sighed. These are all innocent funerary objects, some are loyal tomb guards, and some are dead souls who were killed by swords to keep secrets.

He just wanted to recite the last rebirth mantra to save the dead souls in front of him, when he heard a stern shout in his ear.

"Bold and monstrous! How dare you fight with an axe! Dawei Tianlong!"

The old monk was taken aback, and when he turned his head, he saw Zhao Wenzhuo took off his white robe, revealing his upper body.

Strange golden stripes hovered over his upper body.

Um?wait a minute!

Where's the dragon?

The old monk blinked in confusion, and saw that Zhao Wenzhuo was holding a strange formula in his hand, and the stripes on his body were emitting golden light, which really blinded his eyes.

Well, it should be Buddha Light.

The old monk looked more and more strange, he always felt that something was weird.

"Prajna buddhas, Prajna is so cowardly, you are a bold evildoer, hurry up and subdue the Dharma!"

A golden phantom appeared from Zhao Wenzhuo's body. I don't know if it's because of lack of mana. The old monk always couldn't see the appearance of the Buddha statue clearly, and he didn't know which Buddha it was?

"Why doesn't it feel like it?"

The old monk still couldn't help muttering, and Wu Gensheng beside him chuckled, "Why don't they look like, aren't they all bald?"

Old monk: ...

Today's young people are getting more and more annoying when they talk.

"Fu Fa!"

Zhao Wenzhuo yelled sharply, and the golden phantom behind him pushed against the air, and a boundless turbulent air wave surged away, and the phantom in the tomb instantly dissipated and turned into black smoke.

The coffins in that kind of tomb were pushed away several meters, the coffin lid flew away in an instant, and a hand slowly stretched out, pressing on the edge of the coffin.

"How many years has it been since Emperor Guangxu, how is the Qing Dynasty now?"

Wu Gensheng clasped his hands in front of his chest, chuckled, "Dead!"

Man in the coffin: ? ? ?

What about my big Qing?

dead?

Chapter 187

"Dead early in the morning!"

Wu Gensheng folded his hands on his chest, with a sneer on his face. The Qing Dynasty had the richest land in the world, and money accounted for 1/3 of the entire world.

It can be said to be the real kingdom of heaven, and all nations come to court!

But it was precisely because of that old hag, those with long braids, in order to consolidate the absolute rule of the Bannerman, refused new ideas, and kept dragging her back.

It is simply an expert in fighting inside, and an outsider in fighting outside.

Every time I think of this, my teeth itch with rootless anger. The great country was almost wiped out by a country the size of a palm.

This has something to do with the old hag and the Bannerman's so-called "unrevealable people's wisdom"!

The number of banner people is small, and the number of people in the country is large, so they must be governed by ignorance.

I don't know which insidious villain proposed this, it must be due to the merits of the time and the sin of the future!

"Not only did the Qing Dynasty die, Guangxu also died for 18 years, and Aixinjueluo's country was taken away by a woman. Hahaha, it is estimated that in a few years, the imperial mausoleum will also be taken over by someone!"

The more Wugensheng thought about it, the more angry he became. If it weren't for a group of young people who learned advanced ideas and advanced forward without fear of difficulties and obstacles, then...

"Bold!"

This sudden ridicule completely shocked the person lying in the coffin, he might be a certain prince.

He had a prominent status during his lifetime, as can be seen from the eunuchs and maids who were buried with him, as well as the resplendent tomb.

Unrooted words are undoubtedly a heart-piercing injury to him.

"The Qing Dynasty cannot perish!!"

There was only a muffled sound, and the coffin in the middle of the tomb suddenly exploded, and the fragments immediately scattered like a hail of bullets.

Facing the debris from the surprise attack, the old monk was about to step forward, but Wu Gensheng took the first step, and saw him standing leisurely in front of everyone.

With a slow motion of the left and right hands, a circle was drawn directly in midair.

"Cut a watermelon in half, half for you and half for me."

Wu Gensheng swung his arms extremely fast, a burst of transparent air swirled in his hands, forming a transparent shield in front of the three of them.

Countless fragments slapped on it, like raindrops, turning into powder silently.

This stunned the old monk. He looked at Wu Gensheng with a strange expression. Is this Wudang Tai Chi?

How do you feel that it is a fake Tai Chi?

People divide the watermelon, you get half and I get half, you divide the watermelon, do you dare to touch my watermelon and give it a try? ?

Wu Gensheng turned his hands quickly again, and swung his right fist forward fiercely, which directly caused the sound of howling and piercing the air.

The strong airflow brought by the fist wind instantly cleared the smoke in front of him, revealing a figure.

I saw that man was pale, wearing yellow clothes, and seemed to have a python on his body, he looked like a prince.

His complexion was ashen, as if his complexion was originally blue.

Ugly, with wrinkled face, like dried meat, not a little bit of moisture, very sharp teeth, red eyes, enough to scare the little doll from sleeping in the middle of the night.

The prince also seemed to have noticed his embarrassment, looked at his sharp claws, and a hint of sullenness flashed in his eyes.

Before his death, he made friends with a feng shui master who was extremely accomplished, and he traveled mountains and rivers, saying that there is a dragon vein here.

Although the dragon's veins are small, it can't reach the Ninth Five-Year Plan, but it can also ensure that his offspring will be endless and rich!

Although the prince is a prince, he cannot guarantee that his descendants will be princes, so he ordered another tomb to be quietly built before his death.

After his death, he secretly exchanged and buried the real corpse here.

But seeing how he looked like a human being and a ghost, the prince was completely angry!

He stared with scarlet eyes, and looked straight at the three people in front of him. He can't find a Feng Shui master now, so it's okay to find the three soft persimmons in front of him to vent his anger.

As for what Wu Gensheng said just now?

joke!My Qing Dynasty is a zombie dynasty, how could it be dead! !

"go to hell!"

The prince jumped straight up and charged at the three of them from the middle of the tomb.

"Bold and monstrous!" Zhao Wenzhuo waved his robe, and was about to call out Dawei Tianlong, but was dragged behind him by the old monk.

The old monk clasped his hands together, "Ami Buddha, monks must be compassionate!"

This little monk is the pillar of the Buddhist family in the future, so don't let him mess around with the precept of killing, you must be compassionate.

The old monk felt that as the senior of this young monk, he had to teach and teach him.

The royal zombie in front of him is the best example. How powerful is a zombie in 30, even if it belongs to the royal family?

The old monk clasped his hands together, and his expression became much more benevolent in an instant. Facing the rushing prince and the sharp nails in his hands, he still remained unmoved.

"South!"

Slowly, he spit out a word.

A large golden character flew out of his mouth, and instantly imprinted on Wang Ye's chest, causing him to retreat repeatedly.

The prince touched his chest, the yellow python robe was torn, leaving a black mark.

This!

The prince raised his head suddenly, only to see the old monk opened his mouth again.

"none!"

The big golden light talisman galloped towards him, the prince learned his skills this time, and dodged quickly, the light talisman passed by, and sank into the wall without a sound.

Before the prince could taunt, the old monk quickly read a few more words, and countless characters danced in the sky.