I Spent Three Hundred Years in the Tang Dynasty to Punish Evil Spirits

In the ninth year of Wude, the Xuanwu Gate was stained with blood and the palace palace was filled with evil spirits. Li Zhaolin escaped from the rotten soil of Jiangdu's mass graves and became an ordinary Wuhou in the Haiya of Datang Mountain. However, when he was killing evil spirits, he always heard the war drums from thousands of years ago—— The black bird in Muye wept and cried in his soul consciousness: "We lock our destiny with our lives, and we will die for each other from generation to generation." The evil-killing arrow in Li Shimin's bag, the "Evil Ghost" under Wu Zetian's pillow, the demon scales protruding from An Lushan's back... On the surface of the prosperous and peaceful times, in fact, the shadow of Youdu has long been pressed against the throat of the dynasty. The copper seals of the Four Divisions of Shanhai Yamen gradually began to crack. The ferocious beast tamed by Qinglong Division bit off the iron chain, the evil sword of Baihu Division cut through the spreading corpse moss, the pure fire of Suzaku Division burned through the black fog of Youdu, and the Nine Infants suppressed by Xuanwu Division were waking up. During the three hundred years of hunting monsters, Li Zhaolin and he had seen Li Baijian pick off the painted skin monster together, watched Lady Gongsun's ghost-slaying dance, and rescued the wandering ghost who was hanged in Maweipo. The cracks in the Qilin Monument are deep enough to show the bones. When I stepped into the Yin Ruins for the last time, I touched the ancient bronze coffin—— In the coffin, a left hand stretches out. The palm print was exactly the same as his.