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

Chapter 227: The system of burial sacrifice in the Qin Mausoleum: everyone will be buried in the burial pit

No one is allowed to enter the underground palace before the king dies!

Before Ying Lou could say anything, Hei Bingtai behind him pulled out the "Cosmic Sword" from his waist and took a single step forward to stand in front of Yang Ruihe who was kneeling on the ground.

He placed the black sword with a blood-red edge against the opponent's throat.

The other nine people protected Ying Lou.

"These kids must be Heibingtai! I have no intention of doing anything to the king, so you can rest assured. What I just said is indeed the secret decree left by the late king before his death."

Although Yang Ruihe was not as famous as Bai Qi in the Central Plains, he was still a veteran who had fought on the battlefields and rolled among the dead for decades.

Faced with the hair-cutting sword blade close to his neck, Yang Ruihe could have resisted at the first moment, but he knew that if he really fought, he would have nothing to explain.

"Your Majesty, this is the secret decree from the previous king. Please have a look!"

Yang Ruihe reached into his armor and took out the secret decree left by the previous king.

When Yang Ruihe learned that Ying Lou was coming to the royal mausoleum just now, he guessed that this would happen, so he made preparations in advance.

"Your Majesty!"

A man named Hei Bingtai picked up the black silk secret decree with both hands and handed it to Ying Lou.

"Go back!"

Ying Lou read the secret decree carefully and found that what Yang Ruihe said just now was true, so he waved his hand and asked everyone on the Black Ice Platform to retreat behind him.

"I have no intention of offending Your Majesty. I just said this out of necessity."

Yang Ruihe, still kneeling on the ground, just raised his head and did not dare to stand up and speak.

"What if I really want to go to the underground palace to take a look?"

Although the Qin Dynasty respected its ancestors and maintained harmonious relations with their clans, it honored the virtues of its ancestors and practiced propriety and righteousness, setting an example for the world.

But long before King Zhao, the first King of Qin had personally issued ancestral instructions that the King of Qin of the time must take the country and the people as his own responsibility and must not be self-contained or stick to the old ways.

"Every inch of the land under heaven belongs to the king. If the king wants to go, we, as his subjects, naturally cannot stop him."

It has been ten years since Ying Chu passed away. Yang Ruihe saw that Ying Lou's momentum was beyond his control, so he decided to obey him instead of offending him.

Say it.

Yang Ruihe summoned his soldiers, more than 2,000 elite soldiers, and escorted Ying Lou into the underground palace of the royal mausoleum to take a look.

On the way to the underground palace, Ying Lou couldn't help but feel puzzled when seeing such a grand scene.

"Your Majesty, the person in charge of guarding the underground palace is a pedantic old man. This old minister is just in case."

For fear that Ying Lou would overthink it, Yang Ruihe started to explain first.

"It doesn't matter. I also want to see who is guarding the underground palace."

Ying Lou did not turn around, but it was not difficult to hear from his tone that the King of Qin was a little angry.

Moreover, the Qin Mausoleum was planned and prepared a hundred years ago, and was ordered to be built by the former king Ying Chu more than ten years ago. Ying Lou vaguely discovered that there seemed to be an unusual reason behind this.

The underground palace of the Qin King's Mausoleum hollowed out an entire area of ​​Mount Li and is quite far away.

It took the group nearly half an hour to reach the foot of the mountain.

At this time in Mount Li, although there was a full moon in the sky, the sky had already become dark.

But there was still dust and smoke all around.

The sounds of knocking, chiseling and hammering were intertwined and deafening.

All I saw were densely packed craftsmen and two-wheeled wooden carts pushed by people going in and out of the cave that was several dozen meters high.

A dozen people who looked like supervisors, holding long red whips in their hands, would whip the crowd from time to time.

The dull sound of the whipping on the laborers was like a death knell.

"It's already dark, why are you still working? Do you regard the laws of the Qin Dynasty as nothing?"

Ying Lou looked displeased.

"Your Majesty, this is the royal mausoleum. The laws of the Qin dynasty only apply to the Qin people."

"Qin people? Aren't they the people of our great Qin?"

Ying Lou turned his head and glared.

According to the laws of the Qin Dynasty, whether they were immigrants from the six countries, merchants, peddlers, or prisoners of war, as long as they were not guilty of a capital crime, they were all Qin people and were under the jurisdiction of Qin law.

"Your Majesty, you have misunderstood. In order to strictly protect the secrets of the royal mausoleum, these people will be buried alive with the king in the future. They are destined to die, so why should we care so much?"

“And you look in their eyes.”

Yang Ruihe spoke in a calm tone as usual.

Eye?

Ying Lou narrowed his eyes and looked in the moonlight in the sky and the faint light of the torches around him, and saw that most of the craftsmen here had their eyes gouged out.

"Your Majesty, this is the order of the previous king. The secrets of the royal mausoleum must not be leaked. Even if you have to enter the burial pit in the future, your tongue must be cut off and your eyes must be gouged out."

Yang Ruihe's words made Ying Lou's face turn cold instantly.

Although the system of burying people alive with the dead was widely common in the Central Plains, after experiencing the twenty-year picking festival in the Southern Wilderness, his limbs were chained and placed on a stone platform as a sacrifice, and then his flesh was cut, his heart was dug out, and his marrow was sucked out countless times by thousands of villagers.

Ying Lou had a deep-seated aversion to the system of burying people alive with their dead and sacrificing them as living beings.

"Buried alive, since the secret of the royal mausoleum cannot be leaked, what about you, General Yang?"

Ying Lou, who had personally experienced the enslavement of the lower class by the superiors, a means of controlling the people in order to consolidate their power and status, was extremely disdainful of it.

"On the day of the king's death, we, the guards of the royal mausoleum, will naturally follow you!"

Yang Ruihe bowed his head, clasped his fists and bent over, making it impossible for Ying Lou to see the expression on his face.

All the guards of the royal mausoleum knew in their hearts that sooner or later they would become one of the victims buried in the pit.

The night wind blew across Ying Lou, blowing the hair in front of his forehead to the back of his head.

The sound of craftsmen working was endless, clanging and clacking.

Yang Ruihe's words were beyond Ying Lou's expectations.

"After the Battle of Hangu Pass, I will ask Fengchang to redraft the imperial edict and abolish the system of burying people alive with the dead."

After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, Ying Lou waved his sleeves and said firmly, "Your Majesty, this is not possible! The system of burying people alive with the dead has been in place for thousands of years in the Central Plains. If it is abolished, not only will my Great Qin be accused of disrespecting the will of heaven, but it will also cause dissatisfaction among the students of the Hundred Schools of Thought."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruihe hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

"It doesn't matter. I will unify the Central Plains in the future. When the world belongs to Qin, I want to see who dares to say a word."

Every word in Ying Lou's voice revealed unquestionable royal majesty, as if the six Central Plains countries were all subordinates and all the hundreds of schools were the schools of the Great Qin.

Let Yang Ruihe stand up.

The group walked towards the cave which was several dozen meters high.

But he hadn't taken a few steps forward.

A young man in cloth suddenly blocked the way.

"The underground palace is a restricted area. No one is allowed to enter without permission. What are you and Yang Rui doing?"

The young man placed his hand on the hilt of the long knife at his waist, his tone extremely cold.

"This is the king of my Great Qin!"

Yang Ruihe quickly stood in front of Ying Lou and explained.

"The previous king's will states that even the current King of Qin cannot enter the underground palace without permission."

"Old man Yang, don't blame me for not reminding you."

The young man said this with an arrogant look, and even after seeing Ying Lou again, he didn't seem to even think about kneeling down.

"How dare you! This is the current king of Great Qin. Your Majesty Ying Lou, quickly inform Lord Shang and ask him to come out to see the king!"

"How could my father come out for such a small matter? Besides, even if he is the king of the Qin Dynasty, he still has to call me Grandpa Thirty-Six according to seniority!"

The young man glanced at Ying Lou and didn't take him seriously at all.

Duke Shang wins the dragon.

The new patriarch of the Ying clan was King Zhao's uncle. However, according to the records written by the censor, Duke Shang should have died twenty years ago. How could he still be alive?

And there is such a young son.

Ying Lou raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then raised his right hand and waved it forward.

In an instant, a black ice warrior put his unsheathed sword on the boy's neck.

"lead the way!"

After Ying Lou whispered this, he let Heibingtai escort the young man in front of the crowd.

"King Qin Yinglou, this is the underground palace and you have no right to interfere. Besides, I am the son of Duke Shang and my seniority is the same as that of King Zhao. You cannot be so rude to me."

The young man continued to struggle under Heibingtai's hands, and even the sword blade scratched the skin on his neck, but he was still shouting.

"Keep him quiet!"

Ying Lou’s words had just fallen.

Suddenly, in the empty cave, one could hear a series of crisp and loud slapping sounds, "pa, pa, pa."

"You, you actually dared to hit me. Even if you are the King of Qin, you must respect the order of rank!"

The boy covered his cheek, the arrogance in his eyes gone.

Instead, there are three parts fear, three parts grievance, three parts confusion, and one part anger.

As the second youngest son of Duke Shang, he had been spoiled for the previous 18 years of his life. Anyone who saw him in the Qin King's Mausoleum had to be respectful, and even Yang Ruihe did not dare to be presumptuous.

"continue!"

After Ying Lou said this to Heibingtai, he continued to ask Yang Ruihe beside him: "Since you already knew that Lord Shang was alive, why didn't you tell me just now?"

"Your Majesty, I dare not!"

Seeing the young man in front of him bleeding from the nose, Yang Ruihe swallowed and lowered his head to answer.

However, this sentence "I dare not" made Ying Lou suspicious again.

I don't know whether what he meant by this was because he was afraid of the late king's will or because of Duke Shang himself.

The tunnel leading to the underground palace is very deep, with a torch every ten meters, so it is not too dark.

Unfinished carvings, decorations, and half-finished mechanisms can be seen everywhere.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, they finally reached the end.

I saw a stone gate several tens of meters high, made of ten thousand tons of boulders, standing quietly in front of me. The carvings on the stone gate were strange and mysterious, but they did not look like the patterns unique to the Qin State.

In front of the door.

There are two tomb guardian beasts, more than ten meters tall, one on the left and one on the right.

And in their eye sockets, there were four candle lamps emitting faint green flames.

"Open it!"

Ying Lou said to the young man.

"Your Majesty, this is absolutely not allowed. Ying Chu once left a will that you are not allowed to enter the underground palace before you die."

The boy, who had been slapped all the way, had his handsome, fair face swollen and red.

Heibingtai even used too much force and his two front teeth were blown out.

However, it was this slap in the face that made him no longer dare to call himself the thirty-sixth grandfather of Ying Lou, and even his words became much more respectful.

"continue!"

"Don't go on, I'll hit you, I'll open it!"

The slaps from Heibingtai along the way made this spoiled boy understand what "pain" meant for the first time in his life.

Being escorted to the front door, the boy reached his hand into a black groove on the door and then turned it.

Instantly.

I saw the huge stone door shaking slightly, and then making a creaking sound.

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