Wanjie Athletics, I choose Zhang Sanfeng to start

Look at the corpse of Emperor Gande.

At this time, Emperor Qiande's body had already rotted into bones, but the color of the bones showed a blue-red color.

"Natural death, the bones should be gray, yellow and white. If poisoned, the bones will turn black. Only when you die under a demon will the bones show a different color."

"From this point of view, no matter who the empress dowager is, the death of Emperor Qiande is indeed strange."

"It's just that... in the Ming Dynasty, the national power was at its peak. Even the absurd emperor had tossed about for more than ten years, but there were only some minor twists and turns, and no bones were hurt. A strong national power means a strong luck. Emperor Qiande is He has abdicated and became the Supreme Emperor, so his luck must still be very strong, what kind of monster method can kill him?" Cao Zhe was puzzled.

Cao Zhe has personally experienced the oppressive power of the dynasty's luck.

His three undead qi form a three-talent formation, which has a strong ability to resist all kinds of auras from the outside world.

Even so, it is almost difficult to take the lead in the face of the suppression of luck.

"Unless, this absurd emperor used some kind of detrimental tricks to damage or cover or cut off his luck, and then he was taken advantage of by a demon..." Cao Zhe thought to himself.

Then it was quickly arranged around the mausoleum.

With the remaining bones of demons, a gathering element formation is supported.

After gathering a large amount of heaven and earth vitality, Cao Zhe shook the vitality with his true energy, and then forcibly cast the soul-calling spell.

Thousands of weather, all gathered in the bones of Emperor Qiande.

Over the imperial mausoleum, the clouds were dense, and there were faint dragon chants.

The sky thunder billowed, as if it would strike down at any moment, but it was forcibly restrained and did not really fall.

The wind blew the ground, the grass withered, and the ground shook continuously, as if the sleeping emperors of all dynasties were roaring in anger in the imperial mausoleum.

The soldiers patrolling the tomb began to quickly check the entrances of the tombs to see if there was anything wrong.

It's just that at the entrance of Emperor Qiande's mausoleum, Cao Zhe used his true energy to turn it into a mysterious light, which refracted the line of sight and distracted the soldiers' attention, so that they didn't notice the strangeness at the entrance.

Inside the tomb, the bones of Emperor Qiande began to float.

Under the infusion of huge vitality, the soul essence remaining in the corpse was reluctantly gathered into a spirit.

Emperor Qiande, the real three souls and seven souls have been brought into the underworld. If Cao Zhe wants to ask for them, he has to go to the underworld, not to mention whether the judge of the underworld or the king of Hades will give face, even if it is... the soul of the emperor of the world, It's also extraordinary, how can it be so easy to interrogate?

So Cao Zhe simply squeezed the remaining soul fragments from Emperor Qiande's bones and temporarily condensed them into spirits.

This spirit can be said to be Emperor Qiande, but it can also be said to be just a temporary product of his memory and bones, infused with vitality.

Finally, the corpse of Emperor Qiande opened his mouth.

The blue-red skull twisted twice.

With hollow eyes, he looked at Cao Zhe dully.

Cao Zhe took out a piece of ganoderma lucidum from the yellow skin gourd, flicked it with his fingers and stuffed it into the skull's mouth.

After a while, a tongue sprouted from the skull's mouth, and eyes temporarily grew from the eyeholes.

"Is there any more, give me some more!" Skull looked at Cao Zhe and said the first sentence.

"It's useless to give it to you. You only have time for one stick of incense at most, and then it will disappear in smoke." Cao Zhe said.

Emperor Qiande is not Dugu Qiubai, without the firm and strong will of Dugu Qiubai, naturally it is impossible to live a new life with a little soul.

Unexpectedly, at the head of the skull, he heard the words and said happily: "One stick of incense? One stick of incense is enough! It's enough for three times, hurry up! Send me to Chuxiu Palace!"

Cao Zhe was speechless for a moment, the emperor... died for nothing.

When a normal person comes back to life and sees a stranger in his mausoleum, if it is not for the purpose of questioning, he is also begging for help, hoping to live for a few more years.

Like this Qiande emperor, he wanted to take the opportunity to shoot a few shots as soon as he came back to life, which is really weird.

"Okay! Don't think about such useless things."

"Tell me how you died!"

"Hurry up, everyone is busy." Cao Zhe interrupted Skull's delusion.

The skull raised his hand, coughed dryly and said, "You want to know?"

"I won't say anything, unless you restore my physical body and send me to Chuxiu Palace."

Cao Zhe sneered and said, "Are you sure you can go back to the palace? After leaving this mausoleum, your current appearance and temperament will be crushed by the luck of the dynasty every minute."

Skull smashed his mouth regretfully, and then said: "Then... send me to Antai Mansion! He understands my preferences best, and will make proper arrangements."

An Tai was a well-known corrupt official in the Qiande Dynasty, and also the most loyal henchman of the Qiande Emperor.

Half of the absurd things about Emperor Qiande were facilitated by this corrupt official.

"I'm sorry, Antai only left a month later than you, and was imprisoned for three generations. I heard that the surviving descendants have changed their names and surnames, and they don't recognize their ancestors." Cao Zhe said.

Of course, this was actually made up by Cao Zhe.

Antai is dead, but the An family is still there. After all, Emperor Qiande is still very good to his dog legs.

Antai's eldest son married Emperor Yuanfeng's younger sister.

No matter how much Emperor Yuanfeng hated Antai, he liquidated it.

You can't help but leave a way for your own sister.

Although the Tianjia is ruthless, it still depends on the person.

Emperor Yuanfeng was not a mean, ungrateful, cruel and ruthless emperor.

Chapter 166 Another Version

"I don't believe what you say!" In any case, after being the emperor for decades, Skull didn't believe Cao Zhe's words.

Cao Zhe stretched out his hand and said, "Okay! If you don't believe me, go out and ask for proof now! Anyway, the time for a stick of incense, to the poor, the truth is not important. But you died so unclearly, there is Not reconciled, you know it yourself."

Cao Zhe was not used to skulls either.

Although the time was short, neither side was in a hurry.

Gan De wants to negotiate, pretending to be absurd, but in fact he wants to test Cao Zhe's bottom line.

Now that he's been 'resurrected', he certainly doesn't want to die again.

And it's not that Cao Zhe can't extend the special "resurrection" time of Qiande, but if the pay is not proportional to the reward, then forget it.

You can't be caught by this guy, and then make unlimited demands!

Isn't that a tool man?

As time passed, Skull began to panic, chattering and wanting to test Cao Zhe's attitude again.

Cao Zhe didn't say a word, and even took out a stick of incense, broke more than half of it, lit it and put it in the corner.

Looking at the burning of the residual fragrance, it is coming to an end.

Gande finally couldn't bear it anymore, he was at a disadvantage after all.

"Good! Good! Good! I'm afraid."

"I said it! I said it!" The skull pretended to admit cowardice.

Then he said slowly: "I don't care why you want to know the cause of my death, look at the row of bones on my body, I think I have been dead for at least decades. Is it possible that I suddenly want to find out the truth after decades? It's my ineffective son, what kind of anger did you provoke, someone wants to use my death to make a fuss?"

Cao Zhe didn't answer this question, and he didn't intend to explain the cause and effect to the skull at all.

Once the explanation is made, the skull has a calculation in his heart, and what he says will be [-]% false.

It is very likely that there is not a single truth in the lie.

The incense burned little by little, and time passed by little by little.

The skull has already felt that it has gradually lost its sense of the lower half of the bone.

Looking at the expressionless Cao Zhe, he sped up his speech a little: "Since you found me here, you must know what I did to revive Concubine Li."

"But what you don't know is that Concubine Li died because of me, and Concubine Li was originally a saintess of the White Lotus Sect. She was sent to deliberately approach me in order to assassinate me."

"It's just that I gradually developed a true relationship with me later. When those white lotus monsters came to assassinate her, she stood in front of me, and was beaten to death by the white lotus monsters with sorcery."

Speaking of Skull, he was a little melancholy and said: "At that time, I was just sorry that I couldn't give her a title in advance, otherwise, with the protection of luck, she should not leave so suddenly."

"Later, I found a way to bring Concubine Li's body back to the imperial palace, bury it in the imperial garden, nourish her body with the essence of strange flowers, and then awaken her scattered soul through the body. This burial lasts for 30 years. .”

Cao Zhe didn't let the skull fool him, but asked directly: "Who gave you this method? The palace is supposed to be a place where all dharmas are isolated. What kind of method is used inside the palace instead?"

The reason why Cao Zhe didn't trust Jing Long and realized that he had a problem was similar.

Theoretically speaking, there is a spirit in the well, and if it touches the dragon's energy, it is indeed possible to transform into a dragon.

However, that refers to some broken dragon aura, or the aura of dragon veins in mountains and rivers, not the aura condensed by the luck of the dynasty in the palace.

Dynasty luck has a strong exclusivity.

This is a kind of 'protection' bestowed by the Emperor of Heaven, but also a kind of 'restriction'.

The skull glanced at the incense that was about to end, hesitated for a moment, and finally replied: "It's Xu Hongru, he is also a member of the White Lotus Sect, but he betrayed the White Lotus Sect and organized the Wenxiang Sect by himself."

Cao Zhe said: "Behind this, you must be promoting support!"

The cause of the White Lotus Sect is complex and profound, and it also involves the game of some immortals and Buddhas. Although the emperors in the world are troubled by it, they have no way, let alone the courage, to really eradicate it completely.

It is a good way to find ways to split the White Lotus Sect and reduce its influence and cohesion.

Although Qian De is an absurd emperor, he is an emperor after all, and there is still no shortage of corresponding means and skills.

In fact, the test of an emperor, the standard of the emperor's quality, is the length of his reign.

Regardless of his reputation before and after his death, being able to sit firmly on the throne for decades shows that he has an extremely impressive political sense and political ability, and political ability has nothing to do with whether he can really lead a country to prosperity. directly related.

Qiande is absurd, but the length of his reign ranks among the top fourteen emperors in the Ming Dynasty.

"You dare to use crooked methods, you really deserve your absurd name." Cao Zhe sarcastically said.

Gan De did not refute this 'absurd' statement, but asked instead: "If I go to find those well-known and righteous monks, will they help me?"

"A man, trying his best to save his woman, what's wrong with that?"

When Cao Zhe heard this, he stopped arguing with Qiande.

Because the next thing to talk about is the difference in the three views, and it is impossible to continue.

For Gan De, he is the son of heaven and the master of the country, and all existence should serve his will and desires.

Therefore, exchanging the life of a beautiful girl for the life of his beloved concubine Li was perfectly normal and reasonable.

"You don't have much time. If you think that I will allow you more time if you say half of what you have to say, and then deliberately leave the important things unsaid, then you don't have to worry about it."

"What I want to know, in fact, I already know almost everything."

"I'm actually not interested in the cause of your death. It's enough to know that you were killed by evil techniques." Cao Zhe said frankly.

This is not a lie.

Kande finally changed his eyes, and he became very flustered.

Then he said at a faster speed: "He lied to me! But he didn't lie either!"

"Concubine Li was indeed resurrected, but it was another Concubine Li who was resurrected."

"I didn't notice the difference, so I obeyed Li Fei's instructions, dismissed all the palace servants and guards, and even took the initiative to take the Meteor Dragon Pill to suppress my luck, just because she said that the breath on my body made me She felt sick and couldn't breathe."

"If you meet Concubine Li, please save her!"

"She didn't do it on purpose, she couldn't help herself...you must save her...you must...!" Before the voice fell completely, the resurrected absurd emperor was completely restored to a dry bone, and fell back into the coffin. middle.

Covering the coffin with his sleeves, Cao Zhe tidied up the traces left in the mausoleum, and then walked out.

Still without leaving a trace, he quietly left the imperial tomb.

"Through Gande's testimonials, it is almost certain that the current Queen Mother Wan is Concubine Li, who was once the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus Sect."

"And behind this, Xu Hongru, the leader of Wenxiang Sect, is behind the scenes."

Chapter 167 As if I'm here in person

"Xu Hongru, Master Xu...the white lotus demon!" Cao Zhe vaguely got a clue.

Just as he pinched his fingers and counted again, that vague trace was covered up again.

"Three undead qi are still not enough. Although the three undead qi are the core, the daily refining and production of mana is more than three times that of ordinary cultivators, but it is still too slow for me." Cao Zhe stopped the calculations in his hands and stood still at the same time.