I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Mount Tai.

Located in the Central Plains, the world is at its heart.

Its mountain shape, its height, its extremeness, its danger and its evil.

Later generations once wrote a poem: "When the summer clouds are here in Mount Tai, it seems that the white waves are rising in the East China Sea."

Confucian scholars wanted to rely on the illusory will of heaven to limit the emperor's actions and form sanctions on the supreme imperial power.

However, Qin Shihuang insisted on chopping up the mountain and cutting off the road, building an earthen altar and setting up a stone tablet here. It's no less than directly pulling down the words "Three Kings" on their heads, and incidentally taking a stab at their "ancestors".

On the top of the mountain where the clouds are curling, there are occasional eagles singing to stop the moving clouds.

When you first reach the top of Mount Tai, everyone will feel the majesty and mystery of Mount Tai, as well as the insignificance and powerlessness of a mortal.

The Confucian scholars were surrounded by the guards. In order to participate in the Zen Ceremony, they had to climb up with all their lives. They were covered in dirt and looked disheveled. Their lives almost depended on it.

that's it.

They could still hold their breath and curse Ying Zheng for what he had done. Even if their mouths were blocked, it did not hinder their glaring eyes.

"Uh huh"

The mountain ghost was idle as it was, and sneered at them: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, how pitiful the gods are. Why don't you shout for help? Let's see who comes to save you?"

He used his two long legs, which he was blessed with, and occasionally used branches to stimulate them. Seeing the excitement of the Confucian scholars, he said again, "Do you know why Your Majesty wants to take you up the mountain?"

Confucian scholars: "Uh! Uh! Uh!"

If looks could kill, these Confucian scholars would have stabbed him to death.

"Then do you know what it means to show off, and do you know what it means to pretend to be fake?"

The mountain ghost said leisurely, "One by one, the book is read in. The whole length is on the tongue, and it doesn't enter the brain at all."

The guards nearby felt ashamed after hearing this.

At this time, several officials stood up to persuade him to speak less, "Wizard, that's enough, that's enough. The altar has been sealed. Come over and prepare to cast spells."

The mountain ghost squinted his eyes, pulled back his red hair that was blown around by the wind, and smiled indifferently: "That's enough. Why don't your majesty let this mountain ghost speak less? These people dare to accuse your majesty of starting an army and disturbing the gods. , when you were using the three kings of Xia, Zhou and Shang to bully His Majesty, why didn't you say anything more?"

The officials all choked: "."

If Your Majesty is angry, Your Majesty will detain him, beat him or kill him when he should, how can it be the turn of his subordinates to speak.

The mountain ghost yawned lazily and ignored them.

In the huge canopy, Li Si was holding a knife and writing on the boulder like a dragon. Stroke by stroke, the structure was symmetrical, and the square regular script flowed forever.

The officials around him praised his handwriting endlessly, "It's a masterpiece! It's really a masterpiece!"

"The paintings are like iron and stone, and the words are like flying!"

"The bones are plump and well-proportioned, the squares and circles are wonderful! Wonderful!"

"It's really enough to establish a sect, no, no, no, it's unparalleled in this world."

As countless pieces of powder were blown away by the wind, this standing stone tablet finally came into existence.

Li Si naturally heard the thick lips and thin tongue of the mountain ghost outside, but His Majesty did not say anything, and the prime minister, who was so smooth that he used a turtle shell as a quilt, naturally did not interrupt.

After finishing the engraving, he said to Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, please be kind to me."

Ying Zheng slightly narrowed his narrow eyes: "When we first unite the world, we will obey the rule of law and evolve to the end. We will abide by the imperial edict and uphold the precepts forever. Okay! The Prime Minister is a talented person, and he is extremely free and easy!"

Li Si breathed a sigh of relief: "Pray to God with this stele to repay the merits of heaven and earth. The gods will definitely look down on you, and your majesty will accept the blessings of heaven. The Qin Dynasty will prosper day by day and last for generations to come."

"A gift."

Ying Zheng's words are concise and concise.

"Yes Yes!"

The round platform and the square altar symbolize the round sky and the square place, and Mount Tai is located in the Central Plains and is the place where the sun rises in the east, so it is perfect to worship the sky here. The mountain ghost jumped around the altar with his legs, humming in his mouth.

Ying Zheng was surrounded in the middle, with Mount Tai at his feet and the sky above his head. All the ministers were prostrate beneath him.

The human emperor wears a black crown, a crown of heavenly crown, deep eyes, straight nose and thin lips, and the clothes are embroidered with a flying yellow dragon pattern, which sets off his majesty to the extreme.

With such a strong body, even the golden belt can hardly be tied around.

The other big hand with distinct joints holds the illustrious Human Emperor Sword.

The mountain ghost clapped his hands, splayed his legs, and opened his lips: "Oooh, oooh, mu mud, mu mud."

The sea of ​​clouds on Mount Tai stood still for a moment. When Ying Zheng looked up at the sky, the wind picked up and entangled the man's broken hair.

Then in a flash.

"Oooh, oooh, Mu Ni, Mu Ni."

"Ying Zheng!"

This earth-shattering scream was like a bell falling from the sky, penetrating into the bones and marrow. The ministers were trembling with fear, their chicken skins were turning up all over their bodies, they were crawling on their knees and almost stopped breathing.

Ying Zheng looked up at the sky, his broad sleeves fluttering in the wind, exuding suffocating restraint and depression.

"You are the descendant of Pangu and the Emperor of the Three Emperors together with the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor of Earth. Now you have achieved your eternal hegemony, carving stones and making meritorious deeds between heaven and earth."

It's a mountain ghost.

The mountain ghost has already transformed into its original form in the clouds and mist.

He was huge, almost as tall as Mount Tai. His hair was like cinnabar and spread down to his naked chest. His eyes were bright and red, his fangs were strung with copper coins and he exposed his big mouth. He opened his big palms as big as a pavilion, "Ying Zheng, Can you ask for immortality?"

Ying Zheng is at the altar.

The white clouds and smoke rolled up inadvertently like billowing white waves, blurring his handsome features and covering the peaks of Mount Tai. Everything the ministers could see was white, until the voice faded away and became blurry.

He only looked up and saw a piece of falcon feathers falling down.

The cloud platform slowly rises.

Even Ying Zheng's figure climbed higher and higher. He almost wanted to stand with Tian, ​​but his momentum was not inferior at all.

"A mortal only has a lifespan of a hundred years, and time passes in a blink of an eye, just like twisting one's fingers. Ying Zheng, don't you want to sit in your country of Qin forever?"

The mountain ghost stared at Ying Zheng with his single strange red eye: "I am a mountain ghost, a blessed person. I have been worshiped by the people of Chu for thousands of years. As long as you sincerely respect me, I will definitely be able to entrust you to the path to immortality."

Unexpectedly, he sneered arrogantly: "I have been worshiped by the Chu people for thousands of years, and I have blessed one side. The Chu people were killed by me and their souls disappeared. Hey, how about you?"

"How dare you, a mere mortal, be so arrogant!"

The mountain ghost was angry and smacked the cloud platform with a palm. The cloud platform was like a lump of cracked snow, falling with a rustling sound. The mountain shook and the ground cracked. The clouds brushed against Ying Zheng's cheek, drawing a bloodthirsty arc. .

Abyss.

Ying Zheng fell uncontrollably.

At the critical moment, a fox shadow passed by, bursting out with bright red light, and brought Ying Zheng to the ground smoothly. The altar was still in place, but the ministers below were blurred by the clouds and couldn't see the edge.

After letting go, Baitao glanced back at Shangui, with a naturally charming curve at the end of her eyes, "You must know where my brother is."

This is not a question, this is a certainty. "As expected, you came out. That old fox plotting the world will definitely come here to die with his royal aura." Shangui laughed loudly, "After being busy for so long, here, in this holy land closest to the sky, he saw What you wear is just making clothes for others."

Baitao pursed her lips tightly, and the claws under the sleeves of her robe were slightly sharp.

Unexpectedly, she was tightly wrapped in a strong arm. She looked up and saw Ying Zheng's sharp jawline. He lowered his stern brows and said, "Taotao, hide behind me."

"Ow?"

Even eight big tails need to be protected?

Baitao obeyed involuntarily, hiding behind him and blinking in confusion.

For a while.

I couldn't tell which one was a mortal and which one was a fairy. The strong wind was still blowing up the clouds and mist. The mountain ghost raised the corners of his lips and snapped his fingers.

Immediately, chaotic black energy emerged from the fingertips, and the clouds of smoke turned into a thick ink color in the blink of an eye.

Overcast.

The black mist hung in all directions and shrouded the world in all directions.

In the chaotic death aura, his red eyes revealed a fierce and ferocious look: "Ying Zheng, how dare you lead this rolling torrent, ride on this turbulent wind, look at this world where the fight never ends, all because of the desire for unification. Get up, I will entrust you with the way to eternal life."

The voice just fell.

Thousands of trees on Mount Tai fell, and thousands of vines were thrown out in an instant, like thousands of twisted green snakes spitting out their cores, heading straight towards Ying Zheng and Baitao to outflank them.

"Swipe brush-"

The black sleeves are rolled back, revealing the facial features carved by Ying Zheng's sword.

With a move of his wrist, Renhuangjian, who burst out with awe-inspiring righteousness, was pulled out, and the demonic vines were chopped off without even having time to retreat.

"Back in time."

The mountain ghost looked through the void at the one-person emperor and one fox demon below. This sentence came out from the tip of his tongue, and it was so long that it took him back to the slow time thousands of years ago.

What time was it thousands of years ago, and what kind of mortals are we?

"Swipe brush-"

The broken vines cut off by the Human Emperor all grew back in an instant, and they were strangled to Ying Zheng's shoulders and necks. The sharp thorns penetrated one after another, and a series of blood drops fell. The pain and fear in Baitao's mouth had not had time to escape. .

Ying Zheng's eyes were still thick black, and he pursed his lips without emotion. He clasped her waist with one hand, jumped on the thick vine, and even gently comforted his wife in his arms, "Hug her." Stay close to me."

"Brush——" "Brush——"

The vines in the back were entangled with each other because they rushed too fast, becoming more and more entangled and unable to be separated.

The white peach eyes were already filled with the green color, and she hugged his strong waist, secretly using her demonic power to help.

They flew through the black mist.

Ying Zheng holds the Human Emperor Sword, faintly exuding a golden light that despises the world, but this chaos is dissipated by the vigorous domineering energy he exudes, "One family, the world, the army will not rise again, the head of Guizhou will be in peace, and the benefits will last forever! How can there be any guilt in ruling the world? !”

"Jie Jie Jie."

The beastly laughter burst out of the mountain ghost's throat, "Ying Zheng, you dominate the world just to satisfy your greed for supreme hegemony."

He also said sadly, "There is no greater sin than excessive desire, and no greater disaster than not being satisfied."

"Ying Zheng, you are guilty, why don't you kneel down and pray for mercy?!"

The vines entangled themselves into a cage in the air, from all directions, slowly wrapping Ying Zheng Baitao unavoidably. The mountain ghost closed his eyes, and there was faint compassion and peaceful divinity flowing on the alien face, "Looking back in time."

Go back in time!

Following his heaven-shaking words, the chaotic black air quickly dissipated, the stars kept moving, the sun and the moon kept moving backwards and forwards like a shuttle, and all the trees on Mount Tai instantly lost their withered yellow color, and the leaves quickly covered it like a carpet. It was supposed to be rich but instantly withered and fell into pieces, with silver beads scattered randomly and white snow covering it.

Winter, autumn, summer, spring.

One year ago, two years ago, three years ago, ten years ago.

The new is dying, and the dead has been reborn!

The mountain ghost folded his hands devoutly, and the ecstasy in his eyes was also covered up, and said: "When this mountain ghost was still a mountain god, he was in charge of good weather and good weather. At that time, the greatest wish of a mortal was just to be able to cover his body with clothes and wrap his belly with food. The desire to pray is as simple as hunting one more wild boar.”

"Later, as the years passed, they came out of the mountains and forests. They wore exquisite clothes, plentiful food, and their desires grew bigger and bigger. They raised their butcher knives against their fellow humans for rights, reproduction, and territory, never ending."

"It's so pitiful. They are all children who were watched by the devil as they walked out of the mountain. What if they never walked out of the mountain from the beginning to the end."

"Everything has returned to zero, then have you asked the people of the world?!"

The cage was annihilated like green smoke, and fragments burst out.

Ying Zheng fought out with the Human Emperor Sword. The passage of time made his appearance look young again, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, majestic and elegant. If time went back a few decades, he might just turn into a puddle of bone and blood.

Baitao was in his arms, gritting her teeth and asking, "If you want to go back in time and see thousands of civilizations turn into dust, have you ever asked these people who have spent so much effort one after another!"

The mountain ghost's expression is like that of a sentient being with ill-fated fate: "The child is not a fish."

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Ying Zheng, "You are not a child of the gods, you are a traitor to all living beings."

The Four Seasons and the Sea are still retreating. The mountain ghost has exhausted its power of chaos and has begun to slowly absorb the power of the Human Emperor.

Next, whose turn is it for the next sacrifice of power?

The mountain ghost himself.

And brother.

Baitao lowered her wrist, and the weight of the mountain ghost money on her wrist told her clearly.

Her gut told her so too.

No matter what the purpose.

When Shan Gui was a wizard in the Qin State, he gave his mansion to a beggar to shelter from the wind and rain. He had a heart of kindness and pity for her. He regarded every creature on the mountain as his own child, and he had Such ancient power.

He has also seen through the mortal world and experienced the poison in the human heart, but it is ridiculous that he still loves this mortal world persistently and is unwilling to abandon the door of right and wrong.

Therefore, mountain ghosts do not want to be enshrined as gods.

She held the mountain ghost's hair tightly in her palm.

——"No matter what level of cultivation you have, as long as you take the monster's fur, make a pen, burn the ashes into ink, draw the monster's name on the talisman, and stick it on the Jiuli pot, you will imprison it with a square of heaven and earth, and you will definitely punish it. !”

The white peach and almond eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

Kill if you must! When it breaks, it breaks!

The hair in her hand was burned into a talisman, and then attached to the Human Emperor Sword, urging the demonic power to its peak: "Kill!"

With the tacit understanding of heart to heart, Ying Zheng held her waist and shot away in mid-air, almost crushing her. The human emperor's sword was slowly wrapped with golden threads, and the spiritual energy kept crackling and accumulating.

"Crack."

A sword swing down.

As if pouring down from the sky, the sword energy spans thirty thousand miles.

The mountain ghost's blood-red eyes showed no fluctuation. This was a compromise between victory and defeat: "After waiting for a long time, I didn't see the old fox. It turned out that you used the Jiuli pot to seal the world and the world, just waiting for me to enter the game. Okay. A ruthless strategy."

The sword energy tore him apart.

The mountain ghost, which was as high as the sky and as high as the ground, suddenly fell. When it fell, the mountain ghost still had sadness and melancholy in its eyes: "It's so pitiful. I'm afraid these children will never be able to escape again."