"I am your ancestor!" Bao Wei scolded back, even if you are the Lord of Yama, you can't scold people casually. The pen % fun % pavilion www.biquge.info Bao looked at Yan Jun with an unkind face, although he was a little drumming in his heart, but he still couldn't insult his ancestors, so he immediately said back.

Yan Jun looked at Bao Wei and knew that he had misunderstood him, but he didn't know how to explain it, so he had to change the topic and say, "Do you remember what I said to you in the tomb?" ”

Bao Wei recalled the picture at the time, and I don't know why I suddenly said this, so I had to reply hard: "What's wrong?" ”

"You also know that my Huaxia has been feared by the world since the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, but since the end of Xuanzong, it has degenerated, have you calculated, since Taizong, then Huizong, then Wu, and then Li Longji, the Communist Party can only be truly counted as prosperous in so many generations, and then you look at how many emperors have been changed in the middle of the prosperous period from Wu to Li Longji, this restoration and that restoration." Bao Zheng, the current Yan Jun, took out a book, turned one of the pages, and said to Bao Zheng.

Bao looked at it differently, it was indeed more comprehensive, and Li Xian, Li Dan, Li Chongmao, and a series of unpopular emperors were also introduced in the middle.

"I have been in charge of the underworld for more than 800 years, and after I took charge of the underworld, more and more people have died in vain. Saying that, Yan Jun waved his hand, and a smart projector appeared in front of Bao Wei, and the picture on it kept flying.

"The underworld has been carrying out the duty of rewarding the good and punishing the evil, but some people, the heart is good, the deeds are good, after the sudden death, originally to arrange reincarnation, but after the misfortune, the heart of the demon is flourishing, even the Tibetan Bodhisattva day and night chanting the mantra of the past can not refine the demons of these people, this kind of people's demons, even Meng Po Tang can not be resolved, but can not let these people reincarnate, good in life, but died in vain, if the underworld can no longer mediate, then what do you want this underworld to do? Therefore, we united the supreme divine power of the Ten Halls of Yama and the Jizo Bodhisattva, and opened up a separate space to store these stripped demons. Saying that, a torii appeared on the projector, and it was written: Yin Summons Ghosts.

"You can't get in here, even if it's me, I can only go in once every ten years, and it will take me ten years of penance to go in, you know, who am I in office?" Yan Jun asked suddenly.

"Who?"

"Han Baohu! The first fierce general in the early Sui Dynasty, I was also going to step down, but I couldn't rest assured, and every ten years I had to spend ten years of penance, and my cultivation has been stagnant. 90 years ago, the heart of the demons increased rapidly, at the beginning of the Yin Summoning Ghost Snake only ten ghost kings, the last ranked is Bai Qi, but now the Yin Summoning Ghost Snake ghost king has reached 17, when the space was opened, only we know that the Yin Summoning Ghost Snake imitated the eighteenth layer of hell to build, once the number of ghost kings exceeds eighteen, the first ghost king will be in charge of the eighteenth layer of hell, do you think that by a group of demons to control the underworld, with hatred, what will become of the yang world? Fortunately, these ghost kings don't know these now, and they have evolved from inner demons, and they are extremely thirsty for killing, otherwise if they let the new inner demons develop, they are afraid that the underworld would have fallen long ago. Yan Jun said earnestly.

Bao is different and fell into deep thinking, but he has a few points that he dare not disagree, first of all, dynasty change is a common thing, Zhuge Liang also once said that the general trend of the world, together for a long time must be divided, divided for a long time must be together, and secondly, these words also have flaws, after the Tang Dynasty, there were also several prosperous times such as Kangxi, Qianlong, these familiar dynasties, the most important thing is what do these have to do with me?

Of course, these questions are also thrown out by Bao Wei.

"Hehe, that's right, dynasty changes are a common thing, but have you ever thought about why my Huaxia was once glorious and universal, why did I suffer from external humiliation, why the central demons of my underworld are increasing day by day, and they are becoming more and more powerful? Even the Ten Ghost Kings can't swallow it, how can it have nothing to do with you? Do you know why you became an orphan? Yan Jun asked loudly.

Bao Wei raised his head suddenly, why did he become an orphan, maybe the Lord Yan Jun in front of him knew.

Yan Jun took the different hand of the bag, his face was slightly uncomfortable, and he muttered secretly, how can he still have the power of thunder, but he didn't say anything, just waved the sleeves of his robe, and the scene changed in an instant.

Bao is different from the soul of mortals, how can I stand the pain of teleportation, just landed, I fell to the ground, constantly vomiting, before the bull head and horse noodles were just flying, so there is an adaptation process.

Yan Jun didn't care about the difference in the bags on the ground, and said to himself: "This is the Death Stone, which can let you see the things of your parents." It is also the blood of our Bao family. ”

When Bao Wei heard these words, he often looked at the raw stone, and the picture appeared, a pair of middle-aged people kept moving forward in the dense forest, getting deeper and deeper, and finally a stone platform appeared in front of him, there were 14 statues on the stone platform, seven men and seven women, there was a blood groove on the stone platform, and there was a tree sticking out of the branch on both sides of the blood trough, and there was a rope sleeve on each branch, the pair of men and women sat in front of the stone platform, talking in a low voice, only to see the woman suddenly take out the photo and cry silently, and the man was also constantly comforting beside him, but his expression was becoming more and more uncomfortable. Suddenly, the man stopped comforting the woman, but he took a knife from his pocket and slashed it on his hand. The blood slowly dripped and dripped into the stone trough, and suddenly it was so bright that people didn't dare to look at it directly.

The brilliance faded away, and fourteen more people appeared on the original stone platform, and these fourteen people looked at the two of them with comforting faces. The middle-aged man was just about to speak, when he saw one of the elders wave his hand to stop him, and after saying a few words, he bowed to the east, and everyone knelt down to the east together. Then the fourteen disappeared, leaving only the couple who looked at each other and hung themselves on the noose. Only the photo drifted away in the wind.

"No," Bao Wei shouted hoarsely as he watched all this in front of the death stone, but his heart hurt like a knife, and even breathing became so difficult.

"Since there was the Wako Rebellion, I sent someone to investigate, and finally found that someone has been secretly manipulating all this, and what I did was my luck in China, but when I found out, I was powerless, unless I rebelled against the time, no one could save it, but it was impossible to reverse the chaotic time. Since then, I have been looking for a way, and finally, in an ancient book, I found that using the altar to perform soul sacrifices can bring people back to history, but the cost is too great. Yan Jun also said in a low voice at this time.

"Soul sacrifice?"

"Yes, with the blood of a single line, after eight generations of soul power, send the ninth generation back to history, the price is that the first eight generations can only live to be thirty years old, and the soul will be controlled on the altar forever after death, and cannot leave, as for the ninth generation, it will never be able to return to modern times, and after death, the soul will be scattered, and it will never be reborn."

"Why are you so ruthless? They're all your relatives! Just for your so-called salvation heart? Bao asked loudly.

"Do you know what they said when they bowed down at the end? It is said that with my blood, sacrifice my soul, open peace for all generations, and promote the prestige of China. “

"Open peace for all generations, and make a name for China." Bao Wei muttered and repeated this sentence, the two bodies on the rope sleeve have become sculptures, as if they are induction, Bao Wei felt that the sixteen sculptures were all looking at him, with infinite anticipation in his eyes.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Bao Wei looked up and asked.