The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 297 Bloody Feud

In November, Qingliang Mountain in the north was bleak, with countless fallen leaves fluttering in the wind, bringing a hint of sadness.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The Beiliang Palace located on the Qingliang Mountain is filled with a sad atmosphere at this moment, with mournful music heard everywhere and white soul-guiding banners scattered throughout the palace.

Inside the mourning hall, the golden nanmu coffin occupied most of the space. The corpse, which had been mended by a corpse tailor, was lying quietly on the bedding, with eyes wide open, telling of the unwillingness in his heart.

"Godfather, have a safe journey. We will definitely avenge you!"

Chen Zhibao, dressed in bright silver armor and a white cloak, knelt three times and kowtowed nine times. With the help of the master of ceremonies, he lit the incense in his hand. His face showed sadness, and this good man choked up several times!

In the entire Beiliang, Chen Zhibao is the second most important person. Although he dislikes Xu Fengnian, he respects Xu Xiao very much.

At that moment, Xu Xiao died in Wudang Mountain and was killed by the Green Emperor Shen Yuanliang. A deep hatred surged in his heart, and Chen Zhibao swore that he would take revenge in this life.

"Thank you to the family!"

Amid the MC's shouts, Xu Fengnian, kneeling in front of the coffin, was in a daze. He looked distraught and very slovenly. He still had not accepted the fact that Xu Xiao was dead.

Under Xu Xiao's protection, Xu Fengnian became the most famous playboy in the whole Liyang. He spent all his time in brothels and became notorious.

With Xu Xiao's death, the sky of the Beiliang Palace collapsed. Xu Fengnian, who had never experienced any wind and rain and had grown up in a greenhouse, was unable to support himself. The extreme pressure made him breathless.

"General Yuan Zuozong is here to offer condolences!"

"Grand Administrator Chen Xiliang came to offer condolences..."

From morning to night, the entire Beiliang Palace was filled with sorrow. The dignitaries and nobles who came to pay their respects were scattered, and there was no sign of the hustle and bustle of the past.

The 100,000 Great Snow Dragon Cavalry were completely wiped out, and with the death of Beiliang's spiritual leader Xu Xiao, it seemed to everyone that the Beiliang Palace was finished and would fall apart in the not too distant future.

"Woo!"

It was getting dark, and white lanterns were swaying in the wind, guiding the ghosts home. In the quiet study, white candles as thick as arms were flickering with orange light.

Xu Fengnian, dressed in linen clothes, sat slumped on Xu Xiao's former armchair, feeling the remaining warmth, like a father's warmth, comforting him.

"Brother, you have to cheer up."

The haggard Xu Zhihu and Xu Fengnian had a deep relationship. Seeing her depressed brother, she could not help but scold him, "The hatred for killing your father is irreconcilable. Look at what you have become now!"

"Can you take revenge in your current state? Are you still the son of the butcher? Stand up!"

She is the eldest princess of Beiliang and the oldest. Xu Zhihu knows that the most important thing to do at this moment is to take over the Beiliang Palace and gain the capital for revenge.

If they really continue to decline, the Beiliang Palace will fall apart, and their Xu family will be finished. They will definitely be uprooted by the old Liyang Emperor who is eyeing them covetously, and their family will be destroyed.

"Brother, please don't scare me, okay!"

Huang Man'er, with a pure heart, shook Xu Fengnian's arm, looking very anxious.

"Big sister, little brother."

After a while, Xu Fengnian came out of his sorrow, looked around, and said firmly, "My father's revenge has not yet been avenged. Don't worry, I will not fall."

"Second sister, my father is a prince, and he protects the millions of people in Beiliang. The funeral will be held in seven days, and everyone must kneel down to see him off. Anyone who does not come will be killed without mercy."

"Select another 3,000 boys and girls and 8,000 soldiers as burial companions..."

The unruly eyes of the past were now cold and stern. Xu Fengnian grew up in an instant, and his straight body was like a towering mountain, supporting the Beiliang Palace. At the same time, stimulated by his father's death, the sealed memories flooded into his mind like a tide. Those were the memories of his previous life as the Great Emperor Zhenwu, which were vast and mighty, lasting for tens of thousands of years, and very magnificent.

Accepting the legacy of his previous life, Xu Fengnian ascended to heaven overnight. He only needed to replenish his energy to restore the tremendous power of his previous life and suppress all those who disobeyed him!
Qing Emperor Shen Yuanliang, he is here, wash his neck and wait, he, Xu Fengnian, the reincarnation of Zhenwu Emperor, will make him pay for his blood debt with blood.

……

The bright moonlight poured down on the desolate mountains and wilderness. An isolated temple stood on it, and the mottled oil lamps illuminated an area of ​​three feet in radius.

"Dong dong!"

The rapid sound of wooden fish echoed throughout the area, getting faster and faster, like rain hitting banana leaves. A monk in black clothes held Buddhist beads in his hand, sat cross-legged on a cushion, and muttered to himself.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

Suddenly, the string of the shiny Buddhist beads broke, and beads fell onto the bluestone floor, covering the ground, foreshadowing a bad omen.

"Amitabha!"

Slowly opening his eyes, the black-robed monk felt depressed, as if a huge stone was pressing on his chest.

As a great monk, the black-robed monk possessed supernatural powers. He could sense from the dark that something had happened to his fellow apprentices and that they were on their way to the Western Paradise to serve the Buddha.

"Da da!"

The footsteps came from afar, and a middle-aged monk in a gray robe and a bamboo hat came running hurriedly, with sweat dripping from his forehead and looking dusty.

"Uncle Master, Master and the others have passed away."

The middle-aged monk fell to his knees on the cold ground, covered his face and cried, saying intermittently: "The Green Emperor Shen Yuanliang used magic, and with a wave of his hand, everyone was unable to move and their heads were chopped off."

"He was even able to call the wind and rain. The entire 100,000 Great Snow Dragon Cavalry of the Northern Liang Palace was annihilated, and Xu Xiao died."

In the silent wilderness, except for the occasional wolf howls, the sad words of the middle-aged monk make people feel as if they are there, witnessing the cruelty and tyranny of the Green Emperor Shen Yuanliang.

The black-robed monk seemed to see the Drunken Monk and the Sweeping Monk facing the sorcery of the Green Emperor Shen Yuanliang, helpless and unable to do anything and could only close their eyes and wait for death. He also saw a sun rising slowly and hanging in the sky.

"Amitabha!"

With his back to the clay Buddha statue, the black-robed monk clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and a tear of blood slid down from the corner of his eye. The Buddha was weeping blood.

"boom!"

Half an hour later, the black-robed monk waved his hand to close the door, and sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue with an extremely ferocious expression. One thought can make you a Buddha, and one thought can make you a devil. The golden Buddha light and the black devil energy were intertwined.

"Buddha, please forgive my sins!"

It was getting light, and a streak of paleness appeared in the sky. The monk in black turned the clay Buddha statue in front of him away and covered it with a red silk cloth.

As the saying goes, if I don’t go to hell, who will?

In the blink of an eye between Buddha and the devil, the evil thoughts in the black-robed monk's heart gained the upper hand and devoured the Buddha's heart. Endless demonic energy spread out, pitch black, covering the sky and the sun, and the flowers and plants in the wilderness withered in an instant.

"Boom!"

Darkening is ten times stronger. After being possessed by the devil, the aura of the black-robed monk rises steadily, reaching the peak of immortality, half a step to a golden-bodied arhat...

(End of this chapter)