Chapter 180: This Zombie is Righteous to the Point of Evil!

Midnight rooster crows call people home,

A thread connects under the crane bone flute.

Everyone says Hu and Huang are family guests,

But they treat the divine and strange as immortal spirits.

Let's say that on the river waves in the past, the Wu brothers were scattered by the big waves. One went straight to the capital river, and the other drifted to the Jiangnan Yuzhou.

Wu Wencai was talented. After being rescued in the Yuzhou River, he made a living by writing poems and essays.

Official Yin of the Ministry of Rites in Yuzhou City loved his talent, so he took him as his adopted son. Wu Wencai therefore changed his name to Yin Wencai, courtesy name Mingxuan.

And Wu Zhiyuan, who drifted to the Gaoliang River outside the capital, was rescued by an old couple living outside the city.

The old couple had only one son, but that child died in a foreign land due to criminal matters early on.

Wu Zhiyuan wanted to take the exam to clear his father's name, but he was afraid that Yang Hong would harm him again, so he went to tangle with the state government bailiffs, following the method of framing his father to frame him.

So he also hid his name and surname, followed the old couple's surname, and changed it to Lin Zhiyuan.

Although the two brothers were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and their encounters were not the same, their ideas were surprisingly consistent.

The people do not fight with officials. Scholars only have one mouth. When officials and bandits collude, no matter how they struggle, it is of no avail.

The two brothers were not green forest heroes, had no martial arts cultivation, could not be happy and vengeful, and only by taking the exam and putting on that official skin could they possibly turn the tide.

In March, the spring exam had arrived.

In Luojing City, after Wu Wencai met with his foster father, he took his long-term attendant and prepared to find a residence near the exam hall to live in.

It was strange to say that when looking for a residence, the broken crane bone flute at Wu Wencai's waist always trembled for no reason.

And in the inn not far away, Wu Zhiyuan was also holding the bone flute and feeling sad about the object.

When the spring exam came, the crowd outside the tribute hall was moving, and more than 10,000 candidates entered the hall to take the exam.

During this time, Wu Zhiyuan, wearing coarse hemp clothes, accidentally discovered a familiar figure walking in the crowd. The person was wearing expensive clothes and looked like a wealthy young man. Wu Zhiyuan wanted to call out, but stopped at the critical moment.

How could such a wealthy young man be his brother?

In the crowd, Wu Wencai felt something. When he turned his head to look, he didn't find anything unusual.

Not long after, the three exams ended, and more than 12,700 candidates waited for the list to be revealed. During this time, many scholars and talents hosted dinners and invited candidates from all over the country to play and have fun.

Only Wu Wencai and Wu Zhiyuan stayed in their rooms, lighting lamps and reading quietly.

The deep hatred had not been reported, the grievances had not been expressed, and the elders were still suffering in prison. Where did the two of them have the leisure to go out and have fun?

A month later, the spring list was issued. More than 12,700 candidates participated in the metropolitan exam, but only 306 were admitted as tribute scholars.

On the day the list was posted, Wu Zhiyuan went to the tribute hall alone. On the yellow list, his name was clearly listed, and only one name apart from his was another new tribute scholar named Yin Wencai.

"Yin Wencai?"

"Lin Zhiyuan?"

In the crowd, after Wu Zhiyuan finished speaking, he heard someone calling his name behind him.

Turning his head, he saw Wu Wencai in brocade clothes full of surprise:

"Hey! Brother! It's really you!"

Wu Zhiyuan widened his eyes. At this time, the joy of being admitted as a tribute scholar had been thrown out of his mind.

"Are you Wencai?"

"Why can't brother even recognize me? If I'm not your brother Wencai, who else could it be?"

After the two brothers recognized each other, they hugged each other and burst into tears.

The two long-term attendants beside Wu Wencai looked at each other, feeling very surprised in their hearts.

Wu Zhiyuan went to the exam alone, all by himself, so he followed Wu Wencai back to the residence.

Yin Shan, the official of the Ministry of Rites, heard the news and rushed over. After the two brothers met, Yin asked curiously.

The two brothers looked at each other and said nothing.

Wu Wencai smiled and said: "Let brother tell foster father the reason."

A lamp was like a bean, and the candle flame jumped.

In the guest room, after listening to Wu Zhiyuan's account, Yin Shan was speechless for a long time.

"Disaster and blessing. My nephew suffered a great disaster, but was lucky to be rescued by a good family. This is the blessing of a lucky person. In the future, my nephew still has to take the palace exam, so why not stay here? When the time comes, the old man will visit your benefactor."

Wu Zhiyuan stood up and saluted immediately.

The latter avoided it and said: "Wencai is now my child. Since you are his brother, you are like my son. Why do you have to be so polite?"

That night, Yin Shan prepared a banquet, and the few of them drank until the third watch before stopping.

After Yin Shan left the table, Wu Wencai suddenly said: "Brother, the water of the White River is very fast. It is understandable that one of us drifted for thousands of miles without injury, but now that we are both safe, I am afraid it is impossible without divine power..."

The two brothers pondered for a moment, and almost at the same time took out the brocade bags from their waists.

In the bag were the protective talismans given by Xu Qing and Hu Baosong.

The Wu brothers looked at each other, and they had already realized it in their hearts, but neither of them spoke to break the mystery, but tacitly put away the talismans and kept them close to their bodies.

Time passed, and the stars moved. In the blink of an eye, it was the season of the locust tree.

In mid-April, today is the day of the imperial palace exam.

In the Baohe Hall of the Luojing Jingcheng, 303 of the 306 candidates came.

Three people did not take the exam. These three might have fallen ill halfway, might have been late, or might have been kidnapped by robbers, who knows.

But no matter the reason, the palace exam would not be postponed because of the absence of three people.

The invigilator distributed the exam papers. Emperor Jingxing, who was over sixty, did not appear in the exam hall. The person in charge of invigilation was the prince and minister, known as the Invigilating Prince and Minister.

The palace exam only had one round of policy strategy, and the papers had to be handed in on the same day. The Wu brothers had solved their knots, and their writing was like a god's help.

At the same time, two hundred miles outside the capital, inside the Fuyong Mausoleum.

Deep in the tomb where there was no light, emerald green branches of nanmu wood suddenly grew on the surface of the nanmu coffin, and the dead tomb chamber seemed to have life suddenly.

By the third quarter of noon, when the sun was strongest on Mount Zhaoshi, countless black water suddenly overflowed from Empress Duanrong's green coffin. The black water emerged from the cracks in the coffin, and the thick yin evil spirit instantly isolated the sun's energy that invaded the surface of the earth.

Sunlight and shadows, the slanting moon hung high. When the yin energy was strongest and the yang energy was just born at night, a nameless fire suddenly ignited in the tomb chamber full of black water. The fire was as hot as the red pulp of the earth's heart. If you looked through the coffin, you could see a yin-burning fire swallowing the yin-gold energy in the imperial mausoleum.

The next day, the scene in Empress Duanrong's tomb chamber was repeated again, and so on, until the end of April, the day the palace exam yellow list was revealed, the movement in the tomb chamber finally settled down.

In this palace exam, the top three in the first rank all wrote articles and policy questions that avoided the short and took the long, catering to the emperor's political views and strategies.

Only among the second-rank scholars, many candidates with literary talent and true insights failed to make the first rank because they told too many truths.

Someone shouted injustice outside the Taihe Hall, and a scholar in front of the hall immediately shouted to stop:

"Whether it is fair or not, there is a conclusion. This is the emperor's approval, which is also equivalent to the revelation of heaven's heart. How can you argue here!"

As soon as the scholar in front of the hall finished speaking, a thunderous explosion suddenly sounded in the distance of the capital. The thunder was very far away, but for some reason, the entire palace trembled.

On the throne of the Taihe Hall, Zhao Rong stumbled and said with suspicion: "Where is the thunder, why is it so powerful?"

Feng Dehai, the general manager of the imperial attendants, listened carefully and said: "Judging from the sound, it seems to be outside the northwest city."

"Northwest?"

Before Zhao Rong could think carefully, the Taihe Hall trembled again, and the thunder in the distance seemed tireless, actually having a continuous trend!

"Heavenly phenomena must have a reason. Quickly pass the word to the Lingtai Lang of the Si Tian Jian to enter the hall and answer questions!"

An hour ago, inside the Fuyong Mausoleum on Mount Zhaoshi.

In the tomb chamber that had been sealed for a long time, sharp claws a foot long suddenly pierced through the heavy coffin lid. The dark golden claws paused for a moment, and then continued to lift the coffin lid.

It was just that because the claws were too sharp, the heavy coffin lid was not lifted, but was cut into two halves neatly like a knife cutting tofu.

The coffin lid collapsed, and an alien with corpse hair and a body full of ominous aura sat up in the rotten yin-gold coffin.

The man raised his hands, and his eyes, which were like ghost fires, seemed to be able to penetrate the nine underworlds.

"Not quite right..."

Xu Qing, who woke up from his slumber, frowned slightly. At the tip of his finger bones, the foot-long sharp claws stretched and retracted like tiger claws. This was the innate talent he obtained after refining the Tiger Master with the Mountain Forest Method.

However, before Xu Qing could rejoice, he perceived that his body was full of ominous aura.

Those auras were like the thick beacon smoke lit on the beacon tower, and like the lighthouse lit on the lonely island at night.

Even if Xu Qing was in the depths of the imperial mausoleum, he could feel that he was more dazzling than the scorching sun at noon.

No wonder the five-hundred-year thunder disaster is hard to escape, no wonder the zombie's thunder disaster is more terrifying.

It turns out that this is what it is!

Xu Qing realized it, and if the five-hundred-year disaster of practitioners is treated as the boat for borrowing arrows, then the zombie is the only warship among all warships that carries a lantern, a commander's flag, and drums.

As long as God is not blind, he will try his best to strike you with thunder!

Xu Qing noticed something was wrong, opened his yin pupils, and looked directly at the surrounding dharma realm and heaven and earth.

I saw that the evil spirits and ghosts hiding in the dark all fled to the distance. At this time, except for him, there was no ghost shadow on the entire Mount Zhaoshi.

Looking at the sky in the dharma realm again, countless dark clouds rolled and gathered, thunder sounded from outside the nine heavens, from far to near.

Xu Qing could clearly perceive that in the endless sky, there was an unavoidable energy locking him. No matter where he fled, or to the nine underworlds, this energy would follow him like a shadow and stick firmly to him!

Supporting the coffin with both hands, Xu Qing, who subconsciously wanted to escape with those underworld things, sat down slowly again.

Since it has come to this, let's eat first.

Taking out a pile of pills, as well as paper-wrapped and bottled powder and powder, Xu Qing didn't make a careful distinction. As long as it was a medicine with a gain effect, it was all swallowed into his stomach!

Strength pills, cooling powder, green yuan pills, corpse-nurturing pills... No matter how expensive or not, anyway, Xu Qing used everything he could use!

In his heart, no matter how precious things are, they must be useful after crossing the disaster. If he can't cross it, even if it is an elixir of immortality, it is worthless!

When his stomach was round and he couldn't eat anymore, Xu Qing stopped.

However, as the medicine took effect, Xu Qing suddenly discovered a disgusting phenomenon.

The ominous aura on his body was actually strengthening in sync with the rise of his own aura.

What is this? Anti-cheating or targeting?

Xu Qing snorted, but it was the invisible heavenly power on the imperial mausoleum that had affected him.

The phenomenon of dark clouds gathering lasted for a full hour, as if it would not stop until all the clouds and mist in a state were gathered.

The wild wind hunted. After an hour of accumulation, the pressure over the imperial mausoleum was like substance.

Xu Qing felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back. Let alone running, even walking normally was very difficult.

Finally, the thunder light that had been brewing for a long time above the nine heavens tore through the sky and fell straight toward Mount Zhaoshi.

Who can escape this?

The death star that Xu Qing had been flashing every moment suddenly stopped moving, looking like it was saying: Finally, I can get off work.

Not to mention whether there is a Death Star Lord in charge of death, Xu Qing really felt the threat of death at this time.

This threat of death is not a person becoming a ghost, nor a ghost becoming a ghost, but a true and complete removal from the three thousand worlds and the five elements.

Xu Qing raised his head forcibly, his pitch-black eyes looking directly outside the imperial mausoleum.

There are three types of thunder disasters. Yin thunder and yang thunder are the most common, and heavenly thunder is rare in a thousand years. As long as this thunder appears, there must be demons in the world.

No matter if it is a person or a demon, when facing a thunder disaster, there is a chance to encounter thunder that matches its attributes.

Demons like yin thunder, and people like yang thunder.

If you encounter thunder that matches your attributes, it is a fairy fate in your life, and you can easily cross the disaster. If it doesn't match, it's a narrow escape!

And what Xu Qing faced was the rare heavenly thunder.

"Do zombies who do good deeds and accumulate virtue deserve to be struck by thunder?"

What kind of reason is this?

Xu Qing raised his head, his energy reached its peak. Since this is the case, don't blame him for being extravagant and wasteful!

At the moment when the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder was about to fall, a huge merit monument composed of 200,000 incense sticks rose from the ground and went straight into the sky!

That merit monument passed through the heavy dark cloud barrier and emerged with a golden monument tip, almost touching the heart of heaven.

The divine thunder was blocked at the door and almost exploded.

God was a little unhappy. Even if you have more merit and incense, you shouldn't be so ostentatious.

Doesn't this tell all immortals, gods, people, and ghosts that my divine thunder struck the wrong person?

So, the second shot of divine thunder with reduced power but doubled momentum struck Xu Qing mercilessly.

Then the third, the fourth, as if it would not stop until the imperial mausoleum was razed to the ground!

Xu Qing's spirit was highly tense, and he didn't notice that the power of the divine thunder was discounted. He only saw that the divine thunder with a warning meaning was coming more fiercely!

Isn't this bullying an honest person? Xu Qing's teeth were bared.

Since you don't care about feelings, let everyone judge. Even if I, the man, die here today, I will die heroically!

Immediately, Xu Qing raised both hands, each rubbing the wish power of hundreds of thousands of people, and he had a tendency to break the jar.

The next moment, before the continuous heavenly thunder fell, a higher and more majestic merit peak monument rose from the ground.

This not only penetrated the clouds but even poked directly into God's throat.

I don't know if God coughed, but the divine thunder in the sky seemed to have seen a ghost and turned to strike elsewhere.

This zombie is really righteous to the point of evil!

The thunder clouds retreated, and a beam of warm white heavenly light fell into the imperial mausoleum that had a big hole.

Xu Qing took back the scattered incense, and the death star that often flickered resumed flashing.

The Death Star Lord still has to go to work as usual today.

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