In the magnificent palace hall on earth, there is whale oil on top of the giant bronze pillars that can burn for a hundred years without going out. It is an ever-burning lamp. The servants bow their heads in deathly silence, not daring to look up. In the inner hall, a scene of a loving father and a filial son is being played out.

"Father, get up and take your medicine."

Crown Prince Li Hui has been serving his father in recent days, taking care of the seriously ill Emperor without taking off his clothes, with a sad look on his face. After such a long time, he looks weak and tired. However, the world today praises Crown Prince Li Hui's filial piety. There are already folk rumors that the next generation of Emperor is so kind and filial, and has a kind heart, and will definitely be a wise ruler.

"Prince, I heard there are some rumors outside, is that right?"

The Human Emperor was lying on the bed, his knees were broken and he could not use his internal energy. In just a short time, he had lost his former shrewdness and strength, as well as his calmness that everything was under my control. His beard was untidy, his eyes were cloudy, and his originally black hair was now gray and white. He looked more than 20 or 30 years older.

In an instant, he changed from that graceful kingly demeanor to that of an old and sick man.

Prince Li Hui knelt in front of the bed, holding the jade bowl, and said softly: "These are all rumors in the alley, they can't be taken seriously. Fools are always like this, they believe everything they hear, and they will calm down after a while."

"Father is only ill for a short time. He needs to recover. When the emperor appears in person, the ministers and the people will know that the previous speculations are false, and all the rumors will be broken."

"Yeah……"

The Emperor's expression was cloudy, and he started coughing violently after taking a few sips of the medicine. However, he seemed to be in much better spirits due to his son's personal care. After being deposed, he seemed to have become an ordinary old man and was attached to his son. Even the chief eunuch said happily that the Emperor was in much better spirits today and had eaten a whole bowl of porridge. This was all thanks to the prince's filial piety, which moved heaven.

The emperor finished his medicinal porridge and fell asleep exhausted. Crown Prince Li Hui looked at him, and the sadness and concern in his eyes disappeared.

This doesn't look like an emperor.

His white hair was a mess and his face had more wrinkles.

He is just an old man who has lost his power.

Li Hui left here with a gentle smile on his face again. He greeted the chief eunuch and complimented each other. Then he raised his head and looked at the palace that seemed particularly cold under the thin winter sun. With his hands tucked into his sleeves, he walked away step by step with a calm expression, thinking in his heart that he would use the power of his subordinates to continue to spread various messages.

Old Seven, you don’t understand.

The sword of the military leader can only be used to expand territory.

Public opinion is the greatest weapon.

I was able to ascend to the highest throne without bloodshed.

Now the people all praise my benevolence and filial piety. When I ascend to the throne, I will eliminate the bad policies of the previous emperor, practice benevolent policies, and establish the orthodoxy. Then the throne will be unbreakable... But...

Li Hui suddenly thought of Li Qiongyu and Prince Qin, who were once his allies in controlling the crown prince and his father. Now, the supreme throne has unfolded before his eyes. When he stepped into this position, his former ally, Prince Qin, who was the son of the previous generation's murdered wise crown prince, also had a certain degree of legitimacy.

This is a threat.

Find a way...sweep it away.

Li Hui thought.

Walking away step by step, in this cold palace, under this bloody winter sunset, under the emperor's indifferent gaze, the already disabled emperor calmly watched his son walk away, looking around and said: "I have always felt that Zhai'er is the most like me, but now it seems that this is the one who is most like me."

"After he takes the throne, he will definitely reveal all of my past for the sake of his own reputation."

The emperor's expression was icy. He suddenly smiled and said, "But, Hui'er, you underestimated me after all."

He raised his eyes, and the arrogance and arrogance that only belonged to an emperor reappeared on him. The emperor looked at the sword hanging on the wall, and he slowly pulled out the decorative sword. Although it was a decorative weapon, since it was a royal item, it was naturally considered the best weapon when placed outside.

The cold light and the shaved hair were like mud, reflecting the emperor's eyes, which were calm and unhurried.

He used the edge of his sword to tidy up his hair and beard, and then took out a pill. It was a strong poison. After taking it, no matter how strong your cultivation was, you would die. The eunuch knelt on the ground, not daring to say anything, but smiled miserably and said: "I have served the emperor in this life, and I have no regrets. I hope he can still be with the master in his lifetime."

He immediately pulled out the dagger and committed suicide, blood gushing out. The eunuch who had grown up with him committed suicide, but the emperor's eyes showed no emotion. He immediately sat there, swallowed the elixir, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, with the tip of the sword against the ground, enduring the severe pain, but still sitting there with his back straight, steady and maintaining the majesty of the emperor.

After today, everyone will know that the emperor had not eaten for several days and then ate the prince's medicinal porridge.

He then died of poisoning.

Because the prince has been spreading rumors for a long time and the scope is wide enough, everyone in the world knows this.

Huier, I will teach you one last lesson.

Although the knife of public opinion is sharp, it can backfire on you at any time.

Because of you and the words of that Taoist priest spread throughout the world, I'm already in the center of public opinion. If I die from the conflict between Buddhism and Taoism or from my own son devouring his father, the world will be shaken. I know better than you that in this world, there must be countless people with ulterior motives and evil intentions who will rise up in the name of [clearing the emperor's side] and [avenging the emperor].

In this way, your throne is unstable.

Humph, I’m afraid the only word I can get is “Shang”!

And those evil-minded and ambitious people, in order to justify themselves, will certainly guide public opinion and pass on my name as a benevolent king to future generations.

Thirdly, Taoism will also be part of the crusade.

Prince, how immature you are...

If you survive this chaotic world, you will be qualified to be my successor.

Taoist priest!

You underestimated me after all.

I am the emperor.

The severe pain made his body tremble, but he held on tightly, enduring the pain that would make him bleed from all seven orifices, maintaining the majesty of a king. His vision gradually turned dark, and his back straightened, finally showing the final ruthlessness and uniqueness of an emperor.

Hahahaha, a Taoist priest, practicing in seclusion in seclusion from the world.

I offer my head.

Invite countless disciples to this sect.

Into this chaotic world!!!

The sight returned to endless darkness and the emperor died.

He felt his own soul and weakness, looked at his body, as if he saw the final outcome of this glory and wealth, and the chaos in the world for the next sixty years. Finally, he smiled freely, calmly and domineeringly, and walked into the underworld step by step. His vision gradually became cloudy and dim, and his consciousness fell into silence.

Then he opened his eyes.

In front of me I saw the Netherworld Hall, with the ten great Yin generals standing on the left and right, with azure flames burning, and it was cold and gloomy.

At this moment, the emperor did not feel the slightest fear, nor did he flinch at all. He only had a feeling of, "So that's how it is."

Death is nothing more than that.

I have already played with all the heroes of this world in the palm of my hand!

Only in this way can one be worthy of being an emperor on earth!

His mind and his spiritual will reached an unprecedented peak and perfection at this moment.

His eyes swept across the dark underworld and he felt no fear at all. He even began to laugh out loud. His laughter was hearty and unhurried, with an indescribable sense of heroism. What was he laughing at?

I laugh at the fact that I have all the heroes in the world under my control, I laugh at the fact that Prince Li Hui is immature and weak, I laugh at the Taoist priest who actually looks down on me!

But suddenly he discovered that the man dressed as an emperor was standing on the side of the highest point. The emperor was stunned. He saw that behind the highest desk was a Taoist with his back to him.

Then, the Taoist turned around, his Taoist robe was clean and comfortable, his brows were clear, and he held a whisk.

!!! ...

The laughter froze.

The ruthless calmness on the emperor's face, which showed that he would use my death to cause chaos in the world, slowly solidified.

A huge fear gripped his heart!

"It's you!!!"

The Taoist swept his whisk over and said calmly:

"I have been waiting for you for a long time."

!!!

The emperor was filled with fear. It was not the fear of facing power, but the fear that he could not escape after using all his strategies and methods. He was also angry that all his methods were in vain. His body was shaking slightly. "How could it be, why is it you again? Why is it you again?!"

"Why?! Why!"

The Taoist's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he flicked his whisk past and said calmly, "Black and White Impermanence."

"exist!"

Two Yin generals stepped out.

"Get it!"

“No, I am the Human Emperor, you are not qualified to attack me, you are not qualified!” The Human Emperor’s tense spirit turned into anger. At this moment, he no longer had the strength and foundation to resist, and could only express his hostility with roars. However, the two Yin Marshals, who were at the peak of the Earthly Immortals, suppressed the Human Emperor, who had lost his human luck, with just one move.

The young Taoist looked at the Human Emperor, who was forced to kneel down. He also saw the Taoist standing at the top.

His eyes were as cold as if they were soaked in the coldest river water.

Black and White Impermanence asked: "How should we deal with this?"

The young Taoist picked up the Human Emperor's file obtained by the underworld, and looked at Yin De Ding Xiu Zhenjun over there. The latter said: "This kind of behavior should be severely punished, enough to be thrown into purgatory." The voice paused, and said quickly in a low voice: "In fact, being thrown into purgatory is already a heavy punishment. There are always rumors outside about how terrifying hell is. Who will have their mouth and tongue torn out for swearing a few times?"

But he already knew what Qi Wuhuo meant, so he coughed and said:

"For these many crimes, you should be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell."

The emperor regained his composure, but under his fear, he became even more angry and said, "Hmph! The Eighteenth Level of Purgatory!"

"So what?!"

"I am the emperor of men. What can you, a mere purgatory, do to me?!"

"Crime? Haha, that's ridiculous. You are nothing but soulless ghosts in the underworld."

"The underworld has no right to judge the emperor!"

Yin De Ding Xiu Zhenjun said calmly:

“Every layer.”

The emperor looked stiff.

"Meng Po, serve!"

"Okay."

Meng Po walked over very politely, stretched out her hand and pinched the emperor's soul on the chin, and the emperor's soul flew out directly. Then she reached into her sleeve and took out a huge wooden barrel, slammed it on the ground, and then took out a big wooden spoon and stuffed the special Meng Po soup in the barrel into his mouth spoon by spoon.

"This is the special version of Meng Po soup that I prepared specially for you, version 2.3."

"It won't make you lose your memory, but it will increase your sensitivity. Your five senses will probably be enhanced three thousand times..." The voice seemed extremely harsh to the emperor's ears, causing him to howl in pain and tremble. Meng Po was moved by such a supportive look and muttered, "Ah, that's great."

"When I gave it to Yin De, he ate a bowl and nothing happened..."

Yin De Ding Xiu Zhenjun: “???”

"Nothing, nothing, what I'm saying is, if you like, drink more, drink more."

Meng Po remained calm and drank the entire bucket of special Meng Po soup. Then she clapped her hands and murmured:

"Great, the inventory of these thousands of years has been cleared, and we can declare new expenses now."

“Drag him down to the Eighteen Levels of Hell, the Tongue-Pulling Hell, the Knife Mountain Hell, the Sea of ​​Fire Hell, the Oil Pot Hell, try them all.” Meng Po patted his shoulder affectionately, very lightly, but like a heavy hammer, the emperor's body twisted and he let out waves of wails and shouts in pain.

Black and White Impermanence pulled the chains, and the chains held up the emperor who had fainted due to the severe pain, but was awake and felt the pain due to the properties of Meng Po Soup. The emperor left with tears streaming down his face. Yin De Ding Xiu Zhenjun sighed and said gently, "Daoyou, is this all right?"

Qi Wuhuo looked at the direction where the emperor was going away and said, "Yeah."

Yin De Ding Xiu Zhenjun said: "I will let him experience the specialties of the underworld. However, it just so happens that the people who died in Jinzhou and other disasters in the City of Wrongful Death are still there. The number is probably between hundreds of thousands and millions."

Yin De Ding Xiu Zhenjun's eyes were clear as he said, "I have given the order on your behalf, Taoist friend Yan Jun."

He smiled.

"The executioner in the eighteen levels of hell."

"They are all the unwilling souls of those who died in these disasters."

"Most of them were sent to reincarnation by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but some of them were unwilling to give in and were willing to wait for the retribution from the Human Emperor here."

"And the Black Armor Army of Death."

"They will give a warm welcome to this Human Emperor..."

As if in response to the words of Yin De Ding Xiu Zhenjun, the emperor in the first level of purgatory let out a series of extremely shrill screams. In the tongue-pulling hell, there were countless people, including headless ghosts, armless ghosts, and two-piece ghosts. They all died tragically. They stretched out their bloody hands and pulled on the emperor, constantly tearing him apart, tearing off his "flesh and blood", breaking off his head, and tearing off his arms.

If one person is beheaded to death, the head of the Human Emperor will be broken off.

One man was eaten to death by a monster, and he lay on the Human Emperor and tore him apart frantically.

The emperor's body continued to break into pieces.

But he was restored by the special Meng Po soup and continued to enjoy the pain of being torn and repeated.

The screams were shrill and wailing, and there was no end to them.

There is no more "heroic spirit".

The gentle Yin De Ding Xiu Zhenjun looked at this tragic scene and couldn't help but admire, "How fair!" He smiled at Qi Wuhuo and said, "Every grudge has its own grudge, every debt has its own creditor, and it's fair to repay a debt with a debt, isn't that fair?"

“This is what it means to be a judge.”

Immediately, the usual mercenary smile appeared on the face of Yin De Ding Xiu Zhenjun, and he said with a smile:

"The City of the Dead is much emptier now. Ah, this will save me a lot of merit."

Qi Wuhuo looked at the "revenge" over there. The debt must be repaid after all. This was only a part of it. With Meng Po around, it was difficult to die. But then he heard Di Ting's voice, saying that a large area of ​​the Wrongful Death City was suddenly empty. He told him what happened before. Di Ting raised his eyebrows and said, "In this case, the eighteen levels of hell take turns, and there are so many people who want revenge."

"This is not a short period of time, Taoist priest, do you remember what I said before?"

"Remember, what did you say, sir?"

“It’s not a big deal.”

Di Ting scratched his head, changed his posture in the City of Wrongful Death, and said, "Do you still remember that Medicine Master Liuli Guang Tathagata?"

"Hmm? I remember."

"Just remember it. Ahem, I also know what's going to happen to the Buddhist and Taoist sects, so I have something to tell you."

Di Ting's expression became more serious: "The reincarnation of Medicine Master Liuli Light Tathagata was born."

"It's just outside the capital of Kyushu."