The Moon in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 659 I am the destiny! I am the world!
When legends and the unknown suddenly appear before our eyes, people are often shrouded in instinctive fear.

Fortunately, there were no civilians near the altar, so there was no chaotic situation of fleeing and trampling.

Lü Buwei, who was sitting in the first row below the altar, had his eyes wide open and his brows furrowed, forming a "川" character.

As the prime minister, he had been cultivating his mind and character for twenty years in his high position, but he had never seen such a shocking scene in his life.

The fingers under the brocade robe dug deep into the palm of his hand, using the pain to gain a sense of reality. His Adam's apple rolled up and down three times. He swallowed his saliva, then Lu Buwei waved his hand and uttered a voice from deep in his throat, saying firmly in a low voice:

"Escort!!!"

Nian Duan, her eyes had been following Ying Zheng closely all the time. When the black dragon appeared, she was even more worried and horrified. Her eyes were full of worry, and she almost couldn't help but rush up.

After hearing Lu Buwei's order, she managed to steady her steps, but her body was still tense, ready to rush forward regardless of the consequences, even though she knew in her heart that she might not be able to make much difference if she went up.

She was wearing the royal robes, standing upright, with a dignified and beautiful face. At this moment, there was only worry between her eyebrows, and her jade hands were clenched tightly, with white joints. If Ying Zheng was in trouble, she would not live alone.

Yan Jin came to his senses immediately after being shocked, and immediately and quietly summoned the twelve first-class secret guards who were guarding near the altar. With a fierce look in his eyes, he ordered the people who were at a loss what to do to be ready to protect him at any time.

However, this altar was special. Before Ying Zheng called out, and the black dragon had not shown any ill intentions, he did not dare to go up rashly. It felt like there were millions of ants crawling in his heart, and his mouth was dry and his heart was burning with anxiety.

Hearing Lu Buwei's order, Yan Jin had no more hesitation in his heart. He immediately waved his hand and led twelve first-class secret guards to rush to the platform and protect Ying Zheng.

It has to be said that the loyalty and courage of the Xuanyu Guards were worthy of Ying Zheng's regard for them. Facing a divine beast that was more than ten feet tall, they dared to draw their swords and risk their lives.

Ying Zheng smiled lightly, very calmly, and waved his hand gently: "Everyone, step back, don't make a fuss."

"This black dragon is a great beast of our Great Qin, so there is no need to worry."

Yan Jin bowed slightly, guarding against any changes, and whispered: "Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng shook his head gently, Yan Jin gritted his teeth, his eyes full of helplessness, and had to retreat. Everyone followed Yan Jin down the altar, but still surrounded it, keeping an eye on the movements of the black dragon.

Ying Zheng looked calm and waved at the black dragon. His posture was extremely calm, as if the huge black dragon in front of him was just a docile kitten.

The black dragon seemed to have received the highest order and immediately stopped circling. Its huge body slowly fell down, bringing up a gust of wind that made the surrounding flags flutter and the water vapor become thicker.

He only had two dragon claws clinging firmly to the edge of the altar, with the huge dragon head exposed, facing Ying Zheng, with his head lowered and very respectful.

Even if only the dragon head was exposed, it was already huge enough. Standing in front of the dragon head of 20 to 30 meters, Ying Zheng, who was 8 feet 8 inches tall, looked so small, like a child in front of an adult.

However, this giant creature was surprisingly well-behaved in front of Ying Zheng. There was a hint of gentleness in its originally majestic dragon eyes.

All of this was seen by everyone.

Ying Zheng took a few steps forward, his steps steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart.

He walked up to Long Wen, only three feet away.

The water mist brought up by the black dragon had already condensed into tiny ice crystals when it approached three feet around him, and floated away silently without wetting his black clothes.

Lu Buwei looked up from afar, his neck slightly red from the exertion, cold sweat kept falling from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground, his entire body soaked with sweat.

Even though he knew that Ying Zheng's cultivation was unparalleled in the world, Lu Buwei was still frightened by the fact that such a small man was facing such a huge divine beast. His heart was in his throat, as if it would jump out at any time.

He secretly pondered and worried in his heart that the current Qin Dynasty really could not do without the king.

Today's Great Qin is strong because of the king.

Ying Zheng slowly stretched out his hand, his movements gentle and slow. The black dragon seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and took the initiative to move its dragon head closer and lowered its head slightly.

Ying Zheng's hand gently fell on the dragon's head, gently stroking the hard scales. The scales gleamed faintly in the sunlight, like obsidian.

Ying Zheng nodded with satisfaction, a look of relief on his face.

All that happened in full view of the public was like a reassurance that calmed everyone.

Nian Duan's heart finally calmed down, and the worried look in his eyes turned into admiration and love in just a moment, with only admiration left in his eyes.

This was her lover, her master, her sovereign, her everything.

Everyone's fear was instantly dispelled without a trace, and instead, there was absolute worship and admiration in everyone's eyes. They looked at Ying Zheng as if they were looking at a real god who had come to the world.

Even the ancient mythical beasts have to bow down before the king. The king is the true Son of Heaven!
Countless people began to cheer, the divine beast surrendered, and it was destiny!
Nian Duan only looked at Ying Zheng, who was the center of attention. Like everyone else, he looked at Ying Zheng.

She doesn't care what millions of people are cheering for.

Like everyone else, she looked at him who was the center of everyone's attention.

The difference is that she doesn’t care what millions of people are cheering for.

All she cared about was that he was safe.

She finally felt relieved.

This was certainly not the first time Ying Zheng had seen the Black Dragon. When he first saw him, although the Black Dragon had no ill intentions, it was not so obedient. It was only after a severe training that it became so well-behaved.

The opportunity has come today, and while offering sacrifices to the heaven, he can let the black dragon show its head and join him in the show.

If you want to talk about heaven, it's better to show people something, otherwise no one will believe it. With a ready-made good tool like the dragon, Ying Zheng doesn't need to pretend to be a god himself.

After doing this today, no one will disbelieve me when I talk about things in my dreams next time.

Ying Zheng has always been a person who wants both, and he doesn't mind paying in order to get, but if he can have both, he will definitely choose the latter.

Inheriting the mandate of the emperor means having the power to rule the heaven and earth, and to rule all living beings, and being the master of the world. But at the same time, it is bound to be restricted by the interaction between heaven and man. Although no one has proposed this thing yet, it will appear soon, which is inevitable.

The emperor of the family-ruled empire controls everything, and the subjects will inevitably restrain this unlimited power instinctively. In this case, it is better to strike first and gain the absolute right to interpret the Mandate of Heaven, the only right to interpret it.

The Mandate of Heaven does exist, but only the Emperor can communicate with Heaven, only the Emperor knows what the Mandate of Heaven is, and only the Emperor holds the Mandate of Heaven forever.

The emperor has the final say on all interpretations of destiny!
Why does a natural disaster mean that the emperor is doing a bad job? Why does the emperor have a sin?

Could it be that the people were unable to understand the difficulties of the emperor and his father? Could it be that the disaster was caused by the people's betrayal of the court?

Could it be that the local officials and nobles had evil intentions and that God was angry on behalf of the emperor?

Why is it all the Emperor's fault? The world is so big, can't there be rebellion that leads to divine punishment? Look for the reasons in yourself!

It is so reasonable for God to vent the emperor’s anger!

As for whether future generations can control the right of interpretation, Ying Zheng has no way to do anything about it.

However, he must grasp it and leave a way for future generations.

Anyway, the status has been determined, so it will be much easier for future generations to control the right of interpretation.

For a legitimate regime, reputation is always the most important thing. If the reputation is not right, then the words will not flow, and if the words are not flowing, then things will not work. If the reputation is not right, how can we talk about the legitimacy of the regime?
This is also why Ying Zheng left behind the Nine Cauldrons, and why the descendants of the Zhou royal family have always been treated well in Xianyang.

It's all for the sake of exchanging the house deeds in a decent manner, it's all for the sake of making everything legal.

Not only in terms of military force, but also in terms of name, everything must be impeccable.

The Nine Cauldrons were cast by King Yu, who divided the world into nine provinces and ordered the nine provinces to contribute bronze to cast the Nine Cauldrons, a symbol of the nine provinces. He also engraved the famous mountains and rivers as well as strange objects of the nine provinces on the bodies of the Nine Cauldrons, which became the symbol of China.

Although the world today is much larger than the Nine Provinces, a symbol is a symbol because it itself has become a cohesion and sustenance, identity and inheritance.

The Nine Cauldrons were cast by King Yu, and were passed down from the Xia Dynasty to the Shang Dynasty, and from the Shang Dynasty to the Zhou Dynasty.

Now, the Nine Cauldrons are in the hands of Daqin, which means that the destiny has been transferred to Daqin.

The Nine Cauldrons are nothing special to you, the Zhou Dynasty. That's because your Zhou Dynasty is no longer powerful and has lost the Mandate of Heaven. Therefore, the sacred objects have become obscure and it is useless for you to offer sacrifices to Heaven. But it is different in the hands of the Qin Dynasty!

Look, it is now in the hands of the Qin Dynasty, in my hands. I used it for the first time to offer sacrifice to the heavens, and a dragon was born, submitting to the Qin.

I am the destiny!

The proof is like a mountain!

After Ying Zheng touched the black dragon, he patted his nose.

With a wave of his sleeves, he said loudly: "May the Heaven protect us and send the Black Dragon to protect our Great Qin. Thank goodness!"

"From now on, this black dragon will be the guardian beast of our Great Qin. It will live in the Wei River, drive away evil spirits, clear away filth, and protect our Great Qin!"

"Today I grant the dragon the surname Ying and the given name Li!"

"Name him Lord Weiyuan!"

"On the first and fifteenth day of every month, offer a small sacrifice of three animals."

"We will live and die together with the Great Qin, and we will depend on each other for support. The Great Qin will live forever, and the sacrifices will last forever!"

After Ying Zheng finished speaking, the black dragon seemed to understand his words. It nodded heavily with its huge head, three times, with steady and powerful movements that brought up gusts of wind.

Then he rolled over and ran towards the sea of ​​clouds.

In the air, he let out his first roar of the day.

The dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and its might shook the surrounding fields. The dragon's body could be seen for miles, and its roar could be heard for miles. The sound was like rolling thunder, and it hurt people's eardrums.

After this dragon roar, the sound of dragon roars continued to sound, and the rolling body of the divine beast was looming in the sea of ​​clouds, sometimes revealing its huge dragon body, and sometimes disappearing in the clouds.

Countless people looked at this legendary beast with admiration and fear, their eyes filled with awe and gratitude.

I am fortunate to have the chance to see the appearance of the ancient mythical beast, and even more fortunate to see the grand occasion of the dragon submitting to the emperor. Today's scene will definitely be recorded in bold strokes in the history books.

This is their lifelong honor and a lifelong topic of conversation.

After flying in the air for several weeks, Ying Li flew to the altar again and nodded three times. Seeing this, Ying Zheng waved his hand with a graceful gesture. Ying Li then plunged into the Wei River again and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the ripples on the river surface and the water mist with a faint smell of water in the air.

It was not until this moment that all the subjects and soldiers came to their senses, but they were still in a dream.

Zhong Cang looked at Ying Zheng with excitement and enthusiasm. He had long known that his disciple was the Holy Lord of Heaven, the destined emperor. Everything proved this.

Going to Zhao State was the best decision I made in my life, no doubt about it.

Zhong Cang was the first to bow down, his movements extremely pious, he kowtowed heavily to the ground, making a dull sound, and shouted with all his might: "The Holy King has come to the world, the Mandate of Heaven has been chosen! Long live the Great Qin! Long live the King!"

This voice, full of inner strength and excitement, woke everyone up. Everyone present rushed to kneel down, willingly and completely surrendered, shouting with all their might:
"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

Everyone knelt down in rows and layers, and the number of people prostrating spread rapidly, like a surging tide. Millions of subjects all bowed their heads and prostrated themselves, and the shouts of "Long live the emperor" shook the sky and echoed endlessly between heaven and earth.

Ying Zheng stood high on the altar, looking down at all the people kneeling at his feet. The strong wind blew the flags and streamers, making them flutter. The burning fire of the Nine Cauldrons was still roaring up to the sky, but all this was nothing compared to the shouts of "Long live the emperor" that rushed to the sky and shook the clouds.

this moment,

I am the destiny!

I am the world!

(End of this chapter)