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

Chapter 229: The tombs of the Qin kings of all dynasties; what is national destiny

Looking at Ying Lou holding the Black Water Dragon Seal in his hands, with an expression on his face showing no sign of retreating.

Ying Shisan was not panicked, and even continued to mock him with words: "My king, do you want to mobilize the national destiny for the Black Ice Platform? I advise you to think twice. Being able to rival my national destiny is not something your sick body can bear."

But as soon as he finished these extremely arrogant words, the entire Mount Li began to shake.

"The fortune of Qin is as bright as the sun at its zenith, shining brightly across the world. My generals and soldiers are all loyal and brave!"

"Today, I, in the name of the King of Qin, as a loyal minister, will grant the great Qin the destiny of the country, so that its sword can swallow thousands of miles, eliminate flatterers and defeat enemies!"

The words fell.

On top of Mount Li, the wind blows and the clouds disperse, and the sky and the earth are yellow.

Black water dragon patterns, as dense as the stars in the night sky, continued to converge and transformed into a black dragon shadow, circling and wandering.

The dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth, causing all the beasts within a radius of hundreds of miles to lie down and all the birds to swallow their tongues.

Even in the distant camp, thousands of horses knelt on the ground and neighed at the same time.

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The next second, a black dragon was seen diving into the mountain and rushing towards the underground palace. It then prostrated itself at Ying Lou's feet, as if it was kowtowing with its eyes closed.

"Go, chop off Ying Shisan's head for me!"

Ying Lou raised his finger and pointed at the woman on the black ice platform in front of him.

The black dragon transformed by the national destiny opened its eyes and the black tiger's fur stood on end. Like a frightened cat, it moved its limbs and retreated step by step. No matter how Ying Shisan shouted, it did not dare to move forward even a bit.

The black dragon's shadow lifted up the woman, and then its scales turned into blades and its horns turned into handles, replacing the "Cosmic Sword" that had been destroyed by Ying Shisan.

"My king, what are you doing? I am only following the will of the previous king. You cannot kill me."

Looking at the woman stepping on the black dragon and holding a sharp blade, with murderous intent in her eyes, Ying Shisan was really panicked.

He was very clear that not only was his national destiny incomparable to that of the other, it was also being devoured bit by bit. Even the black tiger under his crotch had shrunk several times and was now smaller than a local dog.

"Your Majesty, I am the son of Lord Shang, and my generation is equal to that of Lord Zhao. According to the ancestral precepts of the clan, you can only punish me, not kill me, and you cannot kill the clan."

Before Ying Shisan finished the last words of his life, he felt the scenes in his eyes spinning dizzily.

Then there was a loud thud.

The lonely head rolled around and around on the white jade road until it stopped when Ying Lou stepped on it.

His eyes, still open in death, looked upward for the last time.

Ying Shisan couldn't understand why Ying Lou dared to really kill him. Wasn't he afraid of his father, Lord Shang, the previous king's will, and the ancestral teachings of the Ying family?

Moreover, with such a powerful national destiny being mobilized, why didn't Ying Lou's body suffer any backlash?

"Fortunately, I left behind a few pills made from cicada meat. Otherwise, this body might not be able to hold on."

Ying Lou chewed the pill he had just swallowed, feeling his internal organs, which had been festering and rotting, gradually recovering.

"go!"

After his body recovered, Ying Lou spoke softly to Heibingtai, Yang Ruihe and others.

The White Jade Road, which didn't seem very long, took the group about quarter of an hour to reach the end.

At this time, in front of the Moyu Hall, an old man with a dragon-headed cane and hundreds of people wearing black robes or Qin army armor stood in the distance, seemingly waiting for Ying Lou.

Among these people, there are some who are dressed like civil officials with writing knives on their waists and holding tablets in their hands, and there are also military generals like Ying Shisan, who have long swords on their waists and spears in their hands.

"Your humble servant Ying Long pays respect to the king!"

Following Lord Shang, who was at the front, bowing with the help of a young girl, the rest followed closely and knelt down towards Ying Lou.

"Get up!"

Ying Lou walked to the dragon throne that Lord Shang had prepared in advance, and after sitting down, he spoke lightly and asked everyone to stand up.

"My king, is my son Thirteen still alive?"

Looking at Ying Sanliu who was curled up beside Yang Ruihe and dared not move, Lao Shanggong asked.

"Dead, disrespectful to me, beheaded!"

Ying Lou rested his right elbow on the armrest of the dragon throne, supported his cheek with the back of his hand, smiled slightly, and spoke nonchalantly.

"Alas, what a pity! This kid's death was really not worth it."

"But I have thirty-six sons, so if one dies, it doesn't matter."

Lao Shanggong had thirty-six sons and one youngest daughter. Except for the first three sons who were named normally, the rest were named according to the order of their birth, such as Ying Shisan and Ying Sanliu.

"Shang Gong, according to the records of the Imperial Censorate, you should have been buried in the Ying family's ancestral tomb twenty years ago. Why are you appearing before me now?"

Ying Lou came to the underground palace of the Qin King's Mausoleum this time in order to verify some things.

What he didn't expect was that it actually involved some completely unexpected things.

"I, an old minister, have faked my own death at the order of the late king. I did not intend to conceal it. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Lord Shang pushed away his little daughter, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and threw his crutches aside. He rolled up his sleeves and pretended to kneel down to apologize.

His descendants behind him immediately stepped forward to help him up, calling him different names such as "Grandpa" and "Father".

One person makes a clan, and the scene of a house full of grandfathers and grandchildren made Ying Lou secretly admire them in his heart.

"Your Majesty, my father is too old to stand for long, let alone kneel. Besides, this is the will of the previous king, and we are just following orders."

In the crowd, an old man who looked older than Bai Qi, wearing black Qin army armor, rushed to the front and shouted at Ying Lou.

"Kneel down and talk!"

Ying Lou took a glance at this man and recognized him as the famous general of the Ying clan who had "died in battle" that year, the eldest son of Lord Shang, Ying Pulong.

"My king, you have already disobeyed orders by trespassing into the underground palace, and now you want to embarrass Lord Shang. Do you really think that there is no one in my lineage in this underground palace?"

In his old days, Ying Pulon was also a powerful general who could lead an army of 500,000. Although he is now over 70 years old, he has never taken anyone except Old Lord Shang seriously.

Even the current King of Qin, Ying Lou, is just a short-lived kid who can never achieve anything great and is destined to die early in his eyes.

"I didn't want to waste too much time when I came here this time. If you don't answer my questions, you will be buried with this underground palace!"

Ying Lou's lips were slightly parted and his tone was indifferent, while in his left hand, he was holding the Black Water Dragon Seal of the Qin Dynasty.

"This is the royal mausoleum that the Great Qin has been planning for a hundred years. All the kings of Qin have been buried in that black coffin. How can a child like you mess around with it?"

Ying Pulong's face changed drastically, he looked ahead with frowned brows, and the long sword in his hand was clenched even tighter.

Even the five fingers turned white due to the force.

"Pron!"

The old Lord Shang suddenly shouted, causing the irrational Ying Pulon to instantly realize that he had said the wrong thing.

"How come the kings of Qin from all dynasties are buried in that black coffin?"

Ying Lou's expression suddenly changed and he asked Old Lord Shang.

The Qin kings of all dynasties had their own royal tombs, which were located around Xianyang City and Yong City. How could they be buried in the black coffin at the same time?

Ying Lou narrowed his eyes and looked at the huge black coffin floating on the silver river in the distance.

"Well, since things have come to this, and you, my king, are unwilling to leave, I will tell you the truth!"

Old Lord Shang waved his hand, letting the unwilling Ying Pulong retreat, and then asked his youngest daughter to come over and support him. "My king, please follow me!"

After leaving the rest of the people where they were, Ying Lou, Old Lord Shang and his little daughter walked towards the main hall together.

Walking on the wide stairs made of jade, Old Shang Gong gasped for breath with every step. If it weren't for his little daughter supporting him, he would have rolled down from here if his steps were not stable.

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"Your Majesty, this is the main hall of the underground palace. The tombs of the Qin kings of all dynasties are placed inside."

at last.

When the three arrived at the main hall gate, they saw that the old man, who was over a hundred years old, had a pale face, sweat profusely, and was gasping for breath while holding a trembling cane.

Even his speech was halting, as if he would die suddenly at any time.

"Father, please take a rest first!"

Looking at a girl of thirteen or fourteen calling a skinny hundred-year-old old man "father", Ying Lou just thought the scene was a little funny.

I don’t know how this old Mr. Shang managed to give birth to such a pretty daughter when he was over 90 years old.

But it is strange that, in the underground palace, there seems to be no female in the lineage of Lord Shang except this little girl.

"No, no, since we are already here, let's end everything as soon as possible!"

Old Lord Shang waved his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, paused for a moment, and then continued to speak to Ying Lou.

"Your Majesty, besides me and the previous king, you and my daughter are the first to enter this place."

The main hall's gate is at least twenty or thirty feet wide and is much more magnificent than it appears from the outside.

On the huge long door plaque, there was only a big word "Qin" written in gold paint.

Every brick and tile here is made of black jade or gold.

Even the long candlesticks placed in the hall were made of black jade with golden bases.

Even Ying Lou found this level of luxury difficult to understand.

After all, although the Qin State was powerful and known as a tiger or a wolf, which made the six countries tremble with fear, in terms of financial resources, it was far inferior to the wealthy Chu State, and was only a medium-sized existence among the seven countries in the Central Plains.

"Your Majesty, the construction of this royal mausoleum is entirely possible thanks to the generous help of the Prime Minister. Otherwise, with only the financial resources of Qin, it would have been difficult for the late king to start the construction."

Lu Buwei!
Jin Chan narrowed his eyes. Could it be that the secret of this royal tomb was related to Lu Buwei?

After crossing the threshold, the three continued to walk inside.

In the huge palace, at a higher position in front, there is a black tombstone as tall as a person, and on both sides below it, there are several tombstones of the same size.

The only difference is that the tombstones below are engraved with names and inscriptions.

"Fear the king, win the war!"

"King De, Ying Kang!"

"King Heng, Ying Dang!"

"King Zhuangwu, win the game!"

"King Xiao, Ying Quliang!"

"King Huiwen, Ying Si!"

"King Zhao, Yingji!"

Looking at the name on the tombstone and the neatly stacked black dragon robes and pearl curtain crowns placed below, Ying Lou began to believe what Old Lord Shang had said before.

"No, why is there no previous king's name here?"

Ying Lou first knelt down in front of the tombstones of successive Qin kings, and then looked at them one by one.

But strangely, there is no tombstone of King Zhuang of Qin, Ying Chu, here.

"His Majesty Ying Chu said that he was not worthy to enter here, so he smashed his own tombstone before he died and threw it in the corner behind the palace to make amends for the world."

Old Lord Shang picked up the walking stick in his hand, pointed to the back of the hall, and said to the broken black jade on the ground.

"Why did the late king do this?"

Ying Lou was puzzled.

The former king Ying Chu was not as good as King Zhao Ying Ji in military power, nor as good as King Xiao Ying Quliang in culture.

But he was also a man of benevolence and righteousness, and had great achievements in both civil and military affairs. Even if he died early due to illness, he is not deprived of the right to have a tombstone erected for him.

"Your Majesty, Ying Chu knows that he has sinned against the ancestors of the Qin State, against the Ying clan, and against you and your mother Zhao Ji, so it is better not to erect this tombstone!"

Old Lord Shang's words immediately aroused Ying Lou's dissatisfaction, but before Ying Lou could open his mouth to ask with a cold face, Old Lord Shang spoke first.

"These words were not spoken by me, but by His Majesty Ying Chu himself when he knelt here that day."

"Did Father say that himself?"

Ying Lou frowned, and he was half-believing and half-doubting what Old Shang Gong said.

"Yes, I didn't hide it from you."

From the old man Shang’s face, who was over a hundred years old, Ying Lou couldn’t tell whether what he said was true or not.

"No, as Ying Pulong just said, all the kings of Qin were buried in that black coffin. Only those without bones would have a separate cenotaph. Since the bodies of all the kings of Qin were in the black coffin, why would they build this cenotaph?"

Thinking of what Ying Pulon had just said, Ying Lou's sharp intuition instantly discovered the contradiction.

"That black coffin floating on the 'Milky Way' is indeed the burial place of successive Qin kings, but as for the remains, it is not wrong to say that they are not here."

Old Mr. Shang walked to the tombstone without any words and sat down.

Seeing that the old guy was really tired from climbing the stairs, Ying Lou did not try to stop him.

"Is this monument without words erected for me?"

There will be no monument until the king dies.

Looking at the towering monument without any words in front of him, Ying Lou roughly guessed it in his mind.

"My king, let's not talk about this for now. I want to ask you, what do you think the fate of a country is?"

National destiny!

A deadly weapon that blocked the millions of soldiers of the Three Kingdoms from entering the Great Wall, or it could be a natural chasm that kept one of the Eight Wildernesses, the Western Regions, out of the Central Plains.

Ying Lou thought to himself, but he was obviously not satisfied with this answer.

Is this the only thing that can make Tang Qianyan feel that he can kill the immortals?
Especially after donating to the country's destiny many times, he felt that the country's destiny was not that simple.

"Your Majesty, this national destiny, if it is just like Thirteen and Pulong, turning the national destiny into a sharp weapon to kill the enemy, or like King Zhao in the past, donating 3,000 miles to resist the invasion of the Western Regions for ten years, and then dying of physical weakness, then this national destiny is better off not having it!"

After Old Lord Shang finished speaking, he raised his hand and broke the dragon-headed cane in his hand.

I saw black water dragon patterns coming out from the cracked crutch and flowing around Old Lord Shang.

"Your Majesty, the fate of a country is its future. Every second, moment, day, month, and year of the Qin Dynasty is its fate."

　I will try to continue with 6,000 tomorrow. Something delayed me today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)