Chapter 662: Epilogue 1

Epilogue 1

Bai Lang was gone, climbing the thunder to return to heaven in broad daylight, not even leaving behind a body. "Flesh body becoming a saint" was the Taoist saying. The Martial Emperor Founding Father returning to the Heavenly Court divine position could be considered unprecedented in all dynasties. So the honorary title given to him was simply long and smelly—at least after Bai Lang tidied up the tables and chairs in the tavern, he self-taught the magic of the Bright Mirror—actually, it was just tapping on the table. It automatically popped up the scenes of the heavens and worlds related to it.

Bai Lang wanted to pick up the relatives related to him, but the Saint Seiya who pulled him at this time stopped his hand, "The time is not yet." Bai Lang trusted this person very much, because no matter from which aspect he looked at it, this Saint Seiya named Si Wu could be considered a bright and upright good person. So this guy just watched the changes from the side—the princess wife in the world he came from had no changes. It's better to say that their time was stagnant in a sense.

Most of the worlds he had experienced were like this. Not to mention the worlds he had completely left, as long as there were still relationships in the world, they were all in operation. Among them, the largest and most recent was the place where he became Emperor.

"Sure enough, it's an unfilial descendant." Bai Lang also sighed. Time passed quite quickly, and just as he had expected before, the bloody conflict between the two "younger brothers" finally happened—when it came to the throne, what about brothers? Not to mention that these two were not from the same mother. Fortunately, everyone was in the Capital, and the chaos was only in the city and did not extend to the whole world.

That was twenty years after Bai Lang returned to heaven.

Although Bai Lang's "last edict" said very clearly that he didn't need to build an Imperial Mausoleum and didn't need to start a major project, however, after the instructor died, his will was still treated as a fart, not to mention Bai Lang. Whether it was the little guy who succeeded to the throne or the ministers and princes, none of them would execute this order of Bai Lang. They really found the world's feng shui masters and the Sitianjian, and hard-headedly found a so-called feng shui treasure land in the Yanshan Mountains to be the location of the Imperial Mausoleum.

Bai Lang watched in this "TV" how these guys used gunpowder to open mountains and dig the ground, creating a huge underground palace space, then cut and processed the large stones of the mountain, and positioned and hung them one by one with giant cranes—it must be said that the years Bai Lang ruled the world opened the sea ban and reversed the secular atmosphere, which greatly promoted the exchange between China and foreign countries, at least keeping up with the world's pace in natural science. Therefore, the means of building this Imperial Mausoleum were much more perfect than the feudal dynasties of the past, and the manpower and time consumed were also shorter—only spending a lot of money was the same.

Transporting large wood from the south, building pavilions and towers in the underground palace, and finally sending a huge coffin into the hall—inside there were only the crowns and weapons left by Bai Lang. There were reliefs on the four walls to record Bai Lang's achievements, and the stone inscriptions in the hall could be considered epitaphs. In the palaces on both sides, quite a few funerary objects were placed—at least they were not gold and silver, most of them were just porcelain, wood, and lacquerware.

The tomb door at the end of the tomb passage was not closed, and soil was covered on the underground palace and trees were planted—after the Empress Dowager and several concubines passed away, they would be sent to the underground palace for burial. The Empress Dowager and the late Emperor were in the main hall, and several concubines each occupied a palace. "This kind of way..." Bai Lang also shook his head. Then time passed, his brother and the son who was sealed as the Prince of Jin were always unhappy, and it was hard to say how Bai Lang was, only thinking that the current Emperor was covering up the late Emperor.

"I rely on, how wise and martial am I, would I be covered up?" Bai Lang smiled, but it was mostly a bitter smile, because he knew very well that this was resentment. Sure enough, twenty years after returning to heaven, the civil strife began. At this time, his two younger brothers and the Emperor and Prince of Jin he personally taught, except for the two aunts of the Emperor, were the strongest fierce generals and warriors in the world. The Forbidden City was flowing with blood, the various pro-military units were fighting to the death, and finally, it ended with the Prince of Jin and Bai Biao's lineage all fighting to the death—and in the chaotic army, Bai Bao also died, and most of the Emperor's brothers also died...

The current Emperor, who was in his thirties, could be considered to have truly sat firmly in his position, but the various branches of the Bai family could be considered almost dead. "Finally, the martial arts training technique has been passed down." Bai Lang thought. Emperor Taizong reigned for forty-six years, and when Emperor Gaozong succeeded to the throne, he was already nearly thirty...

Bai Lang had no intention to continue watching. What he knew was that his Empress and several noble concubines also had no bodies in their coffins. They were indeed dead, but when they were buried, the bodies in the coffins disappeared, leaving only a strange sandalwood fragrance. How many years could his dynasty last? Bai Lang felt it wouldn't be long. There was no reason, but he just thought so.

This guy put his legs on the table. He was too lazy to look at the situation after this dynasty. Bai Lang felt very relaxed—because he was probably not going to be caught by the relevant departments. The problem was why his thief-match master didn't hide here? This question had to be asked to that guy himself and the lazy owner sitting behind the bar—there were very few people in the tavern, no one else except the three of them.

"Young man, you played quite happily. The dynasty you established, Weakling, I see it has already perished, hahahahaha." The big man glanced at Bai Lang and also showed a wild smile—that's right, Bai Lang's dynasty perished in this short time, and it hadn't even reached a hundred years. ===== CHAPTER 663 =====