Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1194: Pitting the Scholars
“What are you going to do???” Looking at Shangluo who was holding the Six Soul Banner, Xu Fu took a step back.

"I want to ask if you can fix this Six Soul Banner, because I accidentally broke it before. If you can fix it, I will use it to restrain your soul and let you lead the way."

"Shang Jun!" Xu Fu said in astonishment, "You clearly promised me that you would not harm me!"

"Yes, I have no intention of harming you. You see, I am looking for the method that will cause you the least harm, right? If you can repair the Six Soul Banner, I can control you to explore the way, which is fine. If you can't repair it, then I will have to tie you up with the Immortal Binding Rope and then put you in front."

"Is there any difference between these two?"

"For the former, I can take you back if the situation gets bad. For the latter, there is nothing I can do. It all depends on your luck."

"Wait, just because you didn't intend to harm me doesn't mean you didn't actually harm me!"

"Hey? If that's what you mean, then I think the subject of the 'harm' is not me, but an external object. The specific perpetrator of the harm is not me, but the formation you set up yourself. This is clearly self-harm."

"But if I was really killed, your actions would have a causal relationship with my death! You can't escape responsibility!"

"You still think you're right?" Shang Luo put his hands on his hips, "You're such a silver-tongued scholar!"

"Who are you calling a Confucian scholar? I am a Taoist priest!"

"Since you are not a Confucian scholar, shouldn't you help the monarch to settle the storm? I think you are a Confucian scholar."

"Shang Jun! How dare you make personal attacks on me? I've already said that I'm not a Confucian scholar, I'm an alchemist! Comparing me to a Confucian scholar is accusing me of a capital crime!"

Lu Huaiyang on the side hurriedly stopped him: "Hey, Shangluo, you're going too far. We are a republic with an imperial examination system, and we can't say bad things about Confucian scholars. We are all Confucian scholars, and we have all read the Four Books and Five Classics. If others knew about this, it would have a bad influence - besides, you are a Confucian scholar yourself, right?"

"Hey, the Confucianism he talks about is different from the Confucianism we talk about."

He asked Xu Fu: "I say, old man Xu."

[Your expression changes really quickly. Knowing that he is only a meat shield, you immediately call him an old man.]

"Old man Xu, what do you think a Confucian scholar is?"

"Of course they are a group of sorcerers who hold funerals for people. They are different from us alchemists. We alchemists seek immortality. But those sorcerers are dedicated to cursing the First Emperor, chanting the names of Confucius and Mencius to defy the laws of the country. I think Confucius and Mencius are also great sorcerers. All the sorcerers who practice Confucianism and Taoism in the world are going to be deceived. I think! They are afraid that everyone in my Great Qin will be immortal and no one will bury them. Those sorcerers who rely on holding funerals for people will go bankrupt, so they conspired to rebel and kill people to bury them! So the First Emperor took the initiative and buried them first."

"Good fellow," Lu Huaiyang covered his forehead, "Sure enough, the Qin people are more comfortable scolding Confucian scholars. It's all a bunch of nonsense, but it makes sense. If everyone is not dead, there will be no one to bury them. What will the Confucian scholars eat?"

"Hey, dad, you've got yourself into this trap." Lu Liang reminded from the side, "If you do this, someone will find fault with you. If someone reports you, our family's hereditary thousand households will be gone. What will I eat in the future?"

"That was a close call. This Taoist priest is really treacherous. How about this?" Lu Huaiyang suggested, "Shangluo, I think this Taoist priest is not very honest. Why don't we just use the Immortal Binding Rope!"

"Wait a minute! Everyone!" Xu Fu raised his hands. "It's easy for you to tie me up. But even if you tie me up, the formation in the mountain won't open the door! I can't get in by myself, and you can't open it by tying me up and using me as a key. You'll just bury me in vain!"

"It's you I want to bury!" Lu Huaiyang put his hands behind his back, "I've wanted to say this for a long time - you alchemists, just bury you as soon as possible! Confucius raised one shovel, and Mencius raised another shovel!" "What?! You are a Confucian!"

“Hahaha!” Shang Luo put his hands on his hips, “You found out. In fact, I was lying to you before! Ming Dynasty is a Confucian country! We love to bury people the most, and if we are going to bury someone, we’ll bury you first. We’ll bury your 2000 years of cultivation and you in the loess, and forget all your life’s affairs. If 10000 kilograms of loess is pressed on your head, I wonder how you can still be a free and easy immortal!”

[Ah, Shangluo, you seem to be a little...]

"Don't tell me! I'll tell you! I won't hide anything from you. I'll tell you!"

[Eh? So this guy is a tough guy who won't give in to soft tactics?]

"Tsk tsk tsk, Miss Apollonia, you still haven't put your learning into practice. I respected him before because he was Shuangling, one of Xu Fu's three souls. Among the three souls, only Taiguang yearns for immortality and has abandoned all obsessions. Shuangling's obsession is worldly affairs, and he is obsessed with worldly achievements. I respected him before as a loyal person to the Qin Dynasty. I never thought that he was not. Seeing how he was afraid of death and never told the truth before, I think he is most likely the third soul of Xu Fu."

[The ghost spirit belongs to the earth, and always desires people's lust and desires, making people dirty, dark, and addicted to sleep. The essence is exhausted and the name is born in the black book of ghosts. So this is it. This person is greedy for life and afraid of death. 】

"And, maybe it's not even three souls, but seven spirits of a lower level - this also fits the definition of his 'sudden appearance'. Maybe we haven't seen the real Xu Fu until now, and his current behavior is all planned by the real Xu Fu - I just won't let him get his wish. This 2000-year-old thing seems to have some skills."

"Indeed." Fu Yuanshan replied, "If he can separate his mind to complete such a complete task, then I'm afraid he is much more powerful than Master Lan. This is probably not the strength of an ordinary Jindan stage."

"Where is Master Sa?" Shangluo asked.

"I can't say that I haven't seen my master demonstrate the magic of splitting spirits in front of me. But these pre-Qin magic techniques are indeed not to be underestimated."

"That's a good thing." Shang Luo nodded. "If Xu Fu really has something, then his elixir is probably real too - but there is one problem that has not been solved: If Xu Fu is really so powerful, why didn't he use force to capture us, but instead lured us here step by step?"

"Perhaps there is some special reason that prevents him from taking action. Or perhaps, the system of pre-Qin alchemy is different, and his martial arts may not be very strong - or perhaps, he just wants to ask you for help. What do you think we should do?"

"Then why not see what he can say first."

Shangluo looked at Xu Fu and said, "Hey, old man, you said you confessed? What do you want to confess?"

"In fact, I think I know how to solve the maze in this mountain."

"Oh? Tell me about it then."

"This monster is caused by the distracting thoughts of people. The countless heavenly dogs in this mountain must be because countless people have suffered disasters, and the evil spirit in this mountain was born to meet the disaster. This is a formation. If you want to break the formation, if it is not convenient to force your way in, you can try to remove the firewood from under the cauldron."

"I see." Fu Yuanshan replied, "He means to kill everyone on this island. Once there are no more people, my thoughts will be clear."

"Hey, hey, hey! That's not what I meant! What I meant is that you Confucian scholars might as well use your unique skills of burying people, bury the thoughts here, and then you will naturally feel at peace. Didn't your Confucius, no, your Confucius Zhongni, say on the river bank, 'Time flies like an arrow, it never stops day or night'? That is to say, people die just like the flowing water of the river, regardless of day or night, they are dying all the time. Regardless of morning or night, you should hurry up and bury the dead, otherwise your descendants will have no money to enjoy their blessings."

(End of this chapter)