I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 162: How much national fortune can be donated by a cauldron full of flesh and blood?

"Is there no possibility at all?"

Jin Chan frowned and continued to ask.

This Taoist art of physiognomy, which can see through the sky, has been used by countless wise kings throughout history to predict the future and pray for the country.

"The living are subject to the will of heaven. Once their fate is determined, there is absolutely no possibility of change!"

"Nothing"

Suddenly, Tang Qianyan changed the subject, put his hands behind his head, and the expression on his face became relaxed.

"Is there a chance of a turnaround?"

Surprised, Jin Chan didn't care about the other party's behavior of keeping him in suspense.

"Since the living are subject to the will of heaven, then why not just die?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Chan's face turned black instantly. He took out a red-hot iron from the charcoal pile and stabbed it towards Tang Qianyan's belly.

"Believe it or not, I will throw you into the cauldron and burn you for three days and three nights!"

Of course after death you won’t be controlled by heaven, but at that time what’s the point of being controlled or not?

"Brother Jin, please listen to what I have to say first!"

"You have seen Zhao Guizhen's zombie, right? As long as we refine that little girl into a zombie before she dies, we can escape the arrangement of fate!"

When Tang Qianyan said this, Jin Chan always felt that this boy was smiling with ill intentions.

"roll!"

Rather than turning Xiao Luoyang into a zombie, it would be better to let Xiao Luoyang die peacefully.

"Brother Jin, don't just worry about others. Although your destiny is heaven-shattering and your luck is extraordinary, one of your two destiny horoscopes is a door of death!"

The death gate in fate!

Hearing this, Jin Chan instantly thought of the flesh that Ying Lou had eaten during the day, which was difficult to heal.

This death gate may be referring to Jin Chan’s body!

"Don't mind my business!"

Say it.

Jin Chan turned and walked out of the cell.

"Brother Jin, don't leave, let me out first!"

The man in front of the hall behind him was holding onto the doorpost and shouting loudly.

"Find a way out on your own. Also, don't go looking for Ying Lou for me these two days!"

Climbing to the top of the Qinling Mountains to benefit the country, Yinglou still has a lot to do.

At this critical moment, we must not let this kid Tang Qianyan ruin everything!

On the way back to the courtyard, the sky was gradually getting brighter.

Although it was a cold winter in Xianyang City, the hardworking Qin people had already gotten up and started working.

Even in the street alleys, small vendors set up boilers and started selling breakfast.

"Master, give me one of the four treasures from Gudu!"

Looking at the steaming iron pot, although Jinchan would not starve to death, he would occasionally feel greedy.

He especially loved the food of the Qin people.

But Ying Lou, who had been in the deep palace for many years, had only heard of it but had never tasted it.

"Okay, wait a moment, little brother!"

I saw an old man in his sixties draping the towel in his hand directly over his shoulders and replied loudly.

Not a moment.

The old man was seen holding four steaming bowls and placing them one by one in front of Jin Chan.

"Young man, please eat slowly. If you are not satisfied, there is more. I believe you worked hard all night last night. This steamed bun of mine will definitely fill you up!"

"Worked all night?"

Jin Chan frowned in confusion.

"Brother, didn't you come out of 'Yiren Building'?"

The old man pointed to a huge nine-story building not far away in the bustling city and said.

"Yiren Tower" is known to everyone in Xianyang City. It is said to have been opened by Prime Minister Lu Buwei and is also the largest brothel in Qin State.

It is said that the interior of Yiren Tower is extremely luxurious, like a fairy palace on the top of the clouds, which is rare in the world.
Inside, there are tiles made of colored glaze, pillars made of sandalwood, lamps made of crystal, curtains made of pearls, floors paved with camel hair, and even the bricks on the ground are said to be made of gold.

There was a jade pillow on the couch, covered with residual ice silk.

The beams are covered with crabapple flowers that bloom all year round, and the surroundings are hung with fragrant jasmine.

When the breeze gently caresses you, you feel as if you are falling into a magical sea of ​​clouds and mountains.

Whether it is winter or summer, the temperature in the building is as constant as spring, and there are even hot springs around.

"You're wrong!" It's not the old man's fault, because Jin Chan's clothes are all rare items from the palace.

Ordinary people may not be able to afford a sleeve even if they set up a stall for a year.

"Is this Yiren Building? Lu Buwei is really willing to spend money!"

Jin Chan narrowed his eyes, muttered something to himself, and then prepared to eat.

Sudden.

There was a clang.

I saw that the window of a room on the fifth floor of Yiren Building was broken open by a figure in green clothes.

"Master Tian, ​​Master Tian was killed by the Oiran!"

The noisy sounds in Yiren Building instantly echoed in this quiet street.

After landing, the figure quickly rolled forward to relieve the force and was not seriously injured.

"is her?"

Jin Chan was stunned.

Isn’t that graceful figure in the distance the woman swinging barefoot on the swing outside Duyi County that day?

But at this moment, there was no sadness in her eyes as before.

In his left hand he held the bloody head of Tian Guang, the Internal History of the Qin Dynasty, and with his right hand he put a bloody scimitar behind his waist.

Although she was still wearing the same light green clothes and bare feet, the makeup on her face was a bit more bright.

shh~~~
With a whistle, a white horse rushed out from the alley on the street.

The woman didn't hesitate at all. She jumped up, mounted her horse, whipped the horse, and ran towards the nearest city gate.

This set of movements is smooth and flowing, without any delay at all.

"Isn't this Miss Lin, the courtesan? How could she have killed someone?"

The old man who was setting up the stall was so scared that he stood there, his hand holding the ladle suspended in the air and shaking constantly. He didn't even bother to scoop up the soup and meat in the pot.

The white horse flashed past the golden cicada.

The two of them looked into each other's eyes for a brief moment.

However, unlike Jin Chan's surprise, the woman only frowned, as if she had a hint of disgust.

"who is she?"

After the white horse ran away, Jin Chan turned around and asked the old man next to him.

Although this was only the second time the two met, Jin Chan always had an inexplicable feeling.

"Lin Yuxi, it is said that the owner of Yirenlou spent a fortune to buy an otaku from Zhao State a month ago. It is said that the woman's waist is softer than a snake and her lips are softer than flower petals. She has only been here for a month, and almost all the dignitaries in Xianyang City have spent a night with her."

"But..."

Apparently, the old man did not dare to express his opinion on the matter of the courtesan chopping off the head of the Minister of Internal Affairs.

"Bill, please!"

After saying that, Jin Chan threw down a gold ingot, got up and left without even eating a bite of food.

The Minister of Internal Affairs of the Qin Dynasty was beheaded in a brothel in Xianyang City.

It is estimated that it won’t be long before this street will be blocked by the guards and the Black Ice Platform.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Jin Chan simply left here quickly.

Return to the courtyard.

It was already bright.

There is less than an hour left before setting out for the Qinling Mountains to bestow the country's destiny on the dragon veins.

And at this time in the Afang Palace.

As Jin Chan fell asleep, Ying Lou on the Black Water Dragon Bed slowly opened his eyes.

"Zhao Gao!"

Ying Lou, with long black hair, sat up and whispered something.

Unlike before, today Ying Lou felt light all over, without the usual dizzy feeling at all.

"Your Majesty!"

Zhao Gao obediently came to the bedside, crossed his hands, bent over and answered.

"Today we are heading to Qinling. You go and prepare a large tripod that can accommodate one person for me. Remember to cover it with a black cloth. No one is allowed to get close!"

Since the flesh of the golden cicada can alleviate the ominous backlash brought about by donating to the national destiny.

So how much national fortune could be donated to the Qin Dynasty by eating a full pot?
Since the swallow in front of the hall said, the national destiny of Ying Lou may be greater than the sum of all the Qin kings in the past dynasties.

Well, since we have finally reached the summit of Qinling Mountains, why not give it a try?

(End of this chapter)