"Your Excellency, please forgive me. I am not being perfunctory or hiding anything, but there were troubled times during the Qin and Han Dynasties. I, a member of the Lin family, died in the troubled times while saving people and died in the troubled times, so I cannot return."
"So he didn't come back, but I left his place for him."
"Although I am from the Western Zhou Dynasty, I am conscious. I can communicate with everyone who comes in and discuss things with them."
Lin explained repeatedly.
Zhou Sheng still feels that something is wrong. China has been plagued by many wars since ancient times. If the Lin lineage will enter troubled times, will there be other people from the Lin lineage here?
However, Zhou Sheng also confirmed one thing. Tianzun was from the Qin and Han Dynasties, so the scope was much narrowed, making it much easier to search.
"How many generations of tomb-keepers are resting here?" Zhou Sheng asked.
"Twenty-eight." Lin said.
After hearing this, Zhou Sheng took out his token and handed it to Liuli.
"Go up there and ask Feng for me, how many people from the Feng lineage are buried guarding the tomb?"
Liuli heard this and went up to the next level with the token in her mouth.
The Western Zhou Dynasty was established in 1046 BC and has a history of more than 3,000 years.
If we count the number of tomb-keepers per generation per century, it should be thirty generations.
The last generation of tomb guardians died young and were destroyed by the Tianzun Society, and another generation entered troubled times, so there are only twenty-eight of them.
The question is, did the one who left the troubled times really leave nothing behind?
If nothing is left, how can the Lin lineage continue to be passed down?
A few minutes later, Liuli came down.
"Asked, they are also twenty-eight." Liuli said and returned the token to Zhou Sheng.
After Zhou Sheng put away the token, he looked at Lin's coffin.
"What are you trying to hide?" Zhou Sheng asked in a deep voice.
"My lord, please forgive me. Lin Zhen did not hide anything. It was the seven lineage guardians of the mausoleum who were in trouble at that time." Lin explained.
"The Seven Lines of Shouling entered the troubled times, which was enough to overthrow a dynasty. However, there is no record of them in history. When they entered the troubled times, they were not fighting against the dynasty, but against the Heavenly Lord, right? Zhou Sheng thought about it in an instant.
The only one who can make the seven-line mausoleum guardians deal with him at the same time is Tianzun.
There are seven tomb guardians, each with special abilities. If they want to overthrow a dynasty, it will be easy.
"Yes." Lin had to answer.
"Liu Li, among the last seven lineage mausoleum guardians, did any of them betray and join the Tianzun Society?" Zhou Sheng looked at Liu Li and asked.
"Meow, no, they all died in the battle." Liuli replied.
"So, one of the seven mausoleum guardians of the Qin and Han Dynasties betrayed and followed Tianzun." Zhou Sheng continued.
When he was at the Undersea Tomb before, Wang Zhi said that a group of tomb guardians had joined the Tianzun Society.
Zhou Sheng didn't believe it and directly beheaded Tianzun.
Until now, he understood in a daze that someone had indeed betrayed the tomb-keeper, and he was a tomb-keeper of the Qin and Han lineage.
It is precisely because of his betrayal that the tomb guard lost a generation.
On the ninth floor underground, the total number of seven-line mausoleum guardians should have been 210. During the Qin and Han Dynasties, seven people were missing, and the last seven were also gone. Later, Hanshan sent in, and there were only 197 people.
"Lin, who is the betrayer?" Zhou Sheng asked directly.
"The Qin and Han Dynasties were one of the most important threads in the forest." Lin's voice was a little low.
"So, this is the real reason why you hid it? Just because there is a traitor in your Lin lineage, so you hid it from me?" Zhou Sheng was a little angry.
After Lin was silent for a moment, he opened his mouth to explain:
"Lin Dong passed on the Lin lineage before his betrayal, so he didn't really betray, at least he passed it on."
"The seven lines of guardians of the mausoleum live and die together. When the other six lines learned that Lin Dong had surrendered to the enemy, they went to deal with Tianzun and wanted to bring Lin back."
"But they failed. Lin Dong didn't bring them back, and they also disappeared."
"However, when they disappeared, they passed on the inheritance, so that the tomb guardians did not cut it off."
When Lin said this, he suddenly stopped.
"So, what you're saying is that they already knew that they would fail if they fought against Tianzun?"
"Yes." Lin responded.
"Who is Tianzun?"
The topic came back again, Zhou Sheng just wanted to know who Tianzun was.
Lin didn't answer this time, and everyone was silent. Only the flames on the armor of Saint Zhou's tomb-keeper made a sound.
"That's it, let's go."
Zhou Sheng doesn't have to worry about it anymore. What you should know will be known sooner or later.
Now, he has to rush underground as soon as possible.
"Congratulations, sir!" Lin shouted loudly.
Zhou Sheng did not stop or look back.
"Sir, if the yin and yang come out together in the future, the dead of the Seven Meridians must follow!" Lin said again.
Zhou Sheng still didn't answer and left directly.
…
Shouling ancient building, sixth floor.
As soon as Hu Ba opened the passage and landed, he saw a group of soldiers coming up from below in a mighty manner.
"Brother Hu, what the hell is this?" Fatty Wang was frightened by the undead army again.
The undead army passed by Hu Bayi and the others, and Fatty Wang stepped forward to say hello.
"Well, good morning."
The undead army glared at Fatty Wang, who was so frightened that he immediately ran behind Hu Bayi.
"We are friends of the tomb keeper, and we have no intention of stealing when we come here," Hu Bayi said.
He could tell that the other party was the army guarding the ancient mausoleum building, and they were not coming to deal with them, but the people above.
The undead army did not embarrass Hu Bayi and the three of them, but continued upward.
Zhou Sheng had already said hello, otherwise the Undead Army would not have made life easier for Hu Bayi and the others.
"I was scared to death. I thought they were coming for us." Fatty Wang patted the fat on his body.
"They are not coming for us, they are here to deal with the intruders." Hu Ba said solemnly, looking up.
"How did you find Tianzunhui?"
…
The second floor of Shouling Ancient Building.
Dimamba is still looking for ways to decipher the Nine Palaces Bagua.
The so-called cracking is actually destruction.
As long as the Nine Palaces Bagua is destroyed, no matter whether there is any danger, it can be easily solved.
But just when Dimamba was about to explode the Nine Palaces Bagua on the ground, the Nine Palaces Bagua suddenly stopped spinning.
"Be on guard!"
Dimamba thought that the mechanism was about to be activated, so he immediately took precautions.
"Boom!"
The Jiugong Bagua split to both sides, and Wang Lingjun, a group of nearly 700 people, rode up on a war horse to kill them.
The people of the Tianzun Association immediately gathered together to double the army that suddenly came out.
"Anyone who invades the ancient tower guarding the mausoleum will be killed without mercy!" the undead king said in a very cold tone.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Every time the undead army roars, the flames on its body will burn for three points.
The bronze bells hanging on the ancient tower of the mausoleum jingled like a different sound. The giant dragon also opened its eyes, and its body gradually glowed with golden light.
The ancient tower guarding the mausoleum is guarded by the undead army inside and a giant dragon outside.
That giant dragon was designed by the person who designed the ancient tower guarding the mausoleum. He designed it based on the nine veins of dragon energy. This dragon can accommodate nine dragon veins.
"roar!"
With the roar of the giant dragon, the battle is about to begin.
The leader of Tianzun Association, Venerable Qiyang, waved his palm gently and ordered: