Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 316 Xiao Zizai’s fellow patient: Corpse Ancestor Ying Gou!
On the way out of Tianshi Mansion, in the carriage.

Li Siyuan's face was gloomy.

"Is Prince Jin worried about something? Or does he regret it?"

The fake Li's tone was deep and full of temptation.

Li Siyuan came back to his senses, clasped his fists and bowed, saying: "Since I have already bet on Your Highness, there is no reason for me to regret it."

"So what are you thinking about?"

Li Siyuan looked solemn and said, "I was just thinking about the rebel who pretended to be His Highness. The person who fought with me actually possessed the inner strength of the Supreme Saint Qiankun Gong, and..."

Fake Li raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "And what?"

Li Siyuan's face was inexplicably gloomy, and he spoke with fear: "Besides, that person always reminds me of my late third brother, Li Cunxu!"

"Oh, is there any evidence?"

Li Siyuan shook his head: "No, but the familiar singing voice and the Supreme Saint Qiankun Gong really made me a little confused."

"Another point is that the rebels have now occupied Bianzhou, and my third brother's troops happened to be stationed in Bianzhou before. Such coincidences cannot help but make people suspicious!"

"I'm afraid it will add a lot of variables to us!"

After hearing this, the fake Li sneered and said, "Variables... so what? If I don't fight, I will die. No matter what his background is, since he is against me, he will only end up destroyed. Or is King Jin afraid?"

The fake Li looked at Li Siyuan with a considering look, deliberately provoking him.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. I am now in charge of the Jin Kingdom. Even if Li Cunxu is really resurrected, so what? My third brother couldn't defeat me before, and it's the same now."

“So best!”

Although the fake Li said this, he was sitting in the carriage with a very heavy expression and a bit of worry on his face. He looked at his hands in a daze.

Li Siyuan seemed to have seen something and said with a smile: "Your Highness, don't worry. As long as he is the emperor, the blood flowing in his veins is dragon blood."

"Humph!"

The fake Li raised his lips, looked at Li Siyuan with a cold gaze, and asked, "Who do you think I am?"

"nature!"

"That traitor surnamed Li is short-sighted and ignorant, and is completely different from Your Highness. Why should Your Highness be bothered by such trivial matters?"

Li Siyuan's sweet words sounded reasonable. Since ancient times, one became an emperor not because of his bloodline, but because he became the emperor, he had royal bloodline.

As the saying goes, are kings, princes, generals and ministers of different species? Is there really a difference in bloodline between ordinary people and members of the royal family?
However, what Li Siyuan didn't know was that the one who really cared about the direct bloodline of Li Tang was Yuan Tiangang, so the fake Li had to exchange for Li Xingyun's dragon blood.

Now, the fake Li does not have the Longquan sword, the Longquan treasure box, or the real Tang Dynasty bloodline. Of course, this is what he thinks, and he does not know his true identity.

This is equivalent to a bubble that is blown up hard and will burst if poked. The fake Li has no confidence at all.

Now, the only thing he can rely on and use is Li Siyuan's ambition and Meng Po's unclear support.

Just like walking on a tightrope, if he is not careful he will go wrong and fall into the abyss, never to be able to get out again. Now, every day he lives is earned by himself.

He didn't know how long he could live with the days he earned, and he was in constant fear.

Thinking of this, Fake Li narrowed his eyes instantly, glanced at Meng Po beside him, and asked: "Meng Po, what about you?" "What King Jin meant is what I mean."

"But what about the people of the world?"

The fake Li glanced at the two "Heng Ha" generals who were guarding him and asked tentatively.

"Hahaha!"

Li Siyuan looked confident and said with a smile: "Then go ask the people of the world. Your Highness, rest assured. I have already arranged everything. The world will stand on your side at the Xuanwu Gate in Chang'an!"

As he spoke, Li Siyuan bowed to the fake Li, as if in congratulations or submission, and Meng Po also lowered her head at the right time.

"Oh, really? I'll wait and see!"

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Li Siyuan and others headed westward to Shu Kingdom, while Li Xingyun, in order to survive the appointment at Xuanwu Gate in Chang'an, chose to go to seek the help of the corpse ancestor Hanba under the leadership of Hou Qing.

at the same time.

Feng Xingtong and Xiao Zizai, who had separated from Lu Linglong long ago, finally found the last two corpse ancestors according to the locations given by Lu Linglong.

Ying Gou and the surrendered minister!
On a street somewhere.

A tall figure dressed as a monk but with long hair suddenly appeared behind a little girl.

After Xiao Zizai came to this world, for convenience, he put on a cassock and dressed like a monk. During the years in Lingyin Temple, he recited scriptures a lot and could be said to be the most serious monk.

Even the travel expenses these days were earned by him from performing rituals.

I have to complain here, Meng Fan is worthy of the name Mahakala, he neither gets reimbursement for completing tasks nor has any funds for activities.

Meng Fan: "I feel wronged. Can I say that I forgot? I really don't need this little bit of gold and silver. Really, I'd give it to the sky!"

Because the sunlight was blocked, it immediately aroused the elder sister's vigilance. She turned around and bit off a candied haws from a bamboo stick, leaving sugar stains on both sides of her lips.

Xiao Zizai looked at his elder sister, the legendary corpse ancestor Ying Gou.

She had a face as delicate as a porcelain doll, her jet-black hair was tied into two pigtails with a red hairband, and she had a slender and petite figure.

She has dark red lips, fair skin, sword-like eyebrows, drooping eyes, a small upturned nose, gold earrings, and is dressed in white, black and red clothes with white characters engraved on them.

A few copper coins were hung between the red waist rope, and she wore a white slit skirt with red lace that reached her ankles. She wore black tiger shoes and carried an exaggerated treasure bag on her back.

Judging from his appearance, he looks like a lonely, innocent child, but this one is known as the "Ocean of Darkness without Shore"!
In the list of corpse ancestors given by Hou Qing, Ying Gou was described as a pair of shackles. If the shackles were opened, all lives would be destroyed, and there would be no boat to cross, no light to find, and no shore to reach. And the shackles were Ajie.

Moreover, there are some similarities between him and Xiao Zizai in some ways. It seems that he has met a fellow patient!

Xiao Zizai performed a Buddhist salute, his face full of Zen, and he seemed kind and compassionate, but bloodshot flashed across his eyes. He said, "Amitabha, may I ask if you are the donor Ying Gou?"

The elder sister tilted her head, protecting the candied haws in her hand, and said vigilantly: "You recognized the wrong person, I don't know who Ying Gou is. If you want to beg for alms from me, I don't have any money to give you, not even candied haws!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zizai couldn't help but glance at his slightly tattered monk robe. He did look a bit shabby, no wonder his elder sister thought he was a monk begging for alms.

(End of this chapter)