Qin Shihuang didn't care about the attitude of his personal guards. He looked at the mysterious buildings deep in the jungle with an elusive look in his eyes, which finally turned into a deep sigh.
"Let's go back."
I originally thought that Qin Shihuang would give some orders, but I didn't expect that he would just go back home.
Meng Tian asked carefully: "Your Majesty, don't we welcome the demon fairy back to Xianyang?"
After all, when Qin Shihuang asked for immortals before, he would welcome back to the Qin Palace any capable person or stranger with special courtesy, let alone the current demons and immortals.
Qin Shihuang glanced at him, the pressure in his eyes was like that of a majestic mountain, and he said in a nonchalant manner: "When will it be your turn to criticize me when I do something?"
The light words were like being crushed by a huge boulder. Meng Tian's face suddenly turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, "I have overstepped my bounds."
Meng Tian was just curious and had no other thoughts.
Fortunately, Qin Shihuang is in a good mood now and does not care about it. "It doesn't matter, the demon fairy has his own place. He does not belong to Xianyang, let alone Da Qin——"
Qin Shihuang said the last words in a very low voice, which was scattered in the wind and no one heard it clearly.
His eyes fell on the void, with a bit of sadness and distance.
Meng Tian and others had never seen Qin Shihuang show such an expression. He seemed to be more free and carefree in addition to his domineering attitude. This feeling made them extremely strange.
It is clear that His Majesty is still the same as before, but I always feel that something has changed somewhere.
"Send the order and hold a Zen ceremony in Mount Tai in one month!"
"Also, everyone will keep secret about today's affairs. If anyone leaks, he will be punished."
As the last word fell, Meng Tian and others trembled. The mountain wind came towards them, and there was an inexplicable chill. His Majesty in front of them seemed peaceful, but in fact the pressure he brought to them was even heavier.
"promise."
Qin Shihuang and others gradually moved away, and no one could notice that the building that originally stood in the mountains gradually became blurred and disappeared in mid-air, as if a pair of invisible hands were erasing its existence.
The breath of time fluctuates again, full of endless mystery and mystery, and the millennium of time once again makes waves.
The news that Qin Shihuang would enshrine Zen in Mount Tai soon spread throughout the dynasty.
The small Tai County suddenly gathered momentum, and people from nearby counties rushed over to observe the First Emperor's guard of honor.
It is called "Sacrifice to Heaven", and Zen is "Sacrifice to Earth", which means the large-scale ceremony in which ancient Chinese emperors offered sacrifices to heaven and earth in times of peace and prosperity or when heaven descended on auspiciousness. In ancient times, including the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, there were legends about the title of Zen.
Feng Chan is an unprecedented ceremony and the highest etiquette of the dynasty. It is the only gift that the emperor declares to the world and receives orders from heaven. It is no wonder that it attracts so many people's attention.
"Your Majesty's decision to enshrine Zen in Mount Tai is too sudden. There was no news before."
"Didn't it happen once many years ago?"
"I heard that your Majesty seemed to have encountered something magical in Mount Tai, so he chose to enshrine it here."
"Don't say this nonsense. What the First Emperor hates the most is those alchemists talking about ghosts and gods. Previously he ordered the Qin army to massacre all the alchemists. Previously, more than a dozen of them were arrested in our county and were executed on the spot."
"Many people have died in our county, but have you noticed that the Qin army who arrested the alchemists has rarely been seen recently?"
"The Zen Conferment Ceremony is not going to be held yet, so all the people should be sent back."
Originally, the population of Tai County was only a thousand people. Due to the holding of the Zen Ceremony, the population suddenly increased significantly, and the roads were even more crowded.
The area near Mount Tai became very lively. Countless Qin cavalry surrounded the area and they arrived in advance to set up defenses to guard the safety of Qin Shihuang.
Even the tight guards could not resist the people who wanted to watch the excitement. Behind the human wall of cavalry, there were countless excited faces.
The soldiers wearing black robes and armor looked majestic, looking straight ahead. There was a rumble not far away, which was the sound of the carriage's wheels rolling on the ground.
Even the ground shook slightly. One can imagine how many carriages there were.
As Qin Shihuang's support got closer and closer, everyone did not dare to make any loud noises. They only heard the neighing of war horses and the sound of the turning of axles.
The magnificent car stopped at the foot of the mountain, and the majestic figure slowly stepped out of the car.
Qin Shihuang walked up to the top of the mountain, but his expression remained unchanged and his breath was steady.
An altar has been built on the top of the mountain a long time ago. It is carved from white jade and inlaid with priceless gems. It is engraved with complex and mysterious patterns. It can be said to be a work of art.
The surroundings are surrounded by clouds and mist, and strange mountains stand tall. The mountains are continuous, green and steep, covered by clouds and surrounded by mist.
The rolling mountains embedded in the horizon reflect the shining golden light under the sunlight, making them look extremely magnificent, like a majestic picture.
Standing here and looking at the mountains and small mountains, it seems that everything in the world is under control. If it were in the past, Qin Shihuang would have infinite domineering and ambition in his heart, and he would want the Qin Empire to continue for thousands of generations.
But now his dark eyes are unfathomable, as if the desires and ambitions he once had have disappeared into the world with the wind of Mount Tai.
"I want to go to the human world!"
…
"Your Majesty, it's time to recite the memorial."
The priest next to him shouted several times, but Qin Shihuang didn't respond. For a moment, beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he didn't know what to do.
Fortunately, Qin Shihuang finally came to his senses and nodded to the side, and Zhao Gao held the tray and offered it respectfully.
"When I first united the world, I served the people from all over the world. Since I came to the throne, I have been tireless in governing, working hard and sleeping late at night, personally patrolling the people in distant places, climbing Mount Tai, and looking around the east pole. Today, the world is peaceful and prosperous, the country is peaceful and the people are safe. Men and women are polite and careful. "Obide by duty"
After reciting the memorial text, Qin Shihuang threw it into the furnace. The flames quickly devoured the bamboo slips, and white smoke slowly rose, drifting between heaven and earth, and passed to the hands of God.
Qin Shihuang looked at the vast sea of clouds not far away, as if facing the air, or talking to himself, "As you said, maybe there will be a day when we can meet again. I look forward to that day. Say hello again." born!"
Zhao Gao, who was next to him, happened to be passing by with a cigarette and candle. When he heard these words, his expression changed, and a huge wave was set off in his heart.
What kind of person could actually allow Qin Shihuang to address him as "you" with honorifics!
In the whole country, is there anyone whose status is more noble than Qin Shihuang? !
Zhao Gao has been with Qin Shihuang for so long. He does not know this emperor completely, but at least he knows that he is proud and domineering. After he rules the world, he is even more arrogant. Few people can take him seriously.
But now, for the first time, I saw piety and even a look of awe in his eyes.
Zhao Gao secretly looked at Qin Shihuang next to him, and many doubts emerged in his heart. Perhaps his gaze was too obvious.
A gaze passed over the top of his head, coming with supreme pressure. When he looked up, he ran into a pair of deep black eyes, as if his entire soul was sucked into them.
Qin Shihuang looked at him, with an expression on his face that could not tell whether he was happy or angry, and asked calmly: "Zhao Gao, what did you hear just now?"
Zhao Gao fell to his knees with a plop, his face turned pale, "I didn't hear anything."
I don't know how long it took, but the timid gaze finally moved away, and Zhao Gao finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had come back from a journey through hell, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
Looking at Qin Shihuang's back, Zhao Gao didn't dare to think anymore and quickly stepped aside.
The gusts of mountain wind made Qin Shihuang's robes rustle. The five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on the black mysterious robe was soaring at this moment, as if it was alive, and was about to roar out and soar into the sky.
It was clear that Qin Shihuang was not far away from them, but when everyone looked at that majestic back, they had an illusion in a trance, as if he would become an immortal and fly away in the next second!
The majesty of Mount Tai slowly overlapped with the back of this eternal emperor, and an inexplicable sense of awe arose in everyone's hearts.
At the same time, I also noticed something strange inexplicably. Qin Shihuang seemed to have changed...
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The years are like fleeting shadows. Thousands of years later, on Mount Tai, the sea has changed and the sun and moon have passed. Thousands of years of scenery are like the moon flowing in a long ditch, whistling by.
This majestic green mountain does not seem to have changed much, but the people who once practiced Zen here have been lost in the long river of history.
The vicissitudes of life are fleeting, and the time of a thousand years does not seem so long, but in an instant, with the help of the long river of history, we go from a thousand years ago to a thousand years later.
Ye Qin slowly opened his eyes, and emerald green light flashed past. Looking at the scenery not far away, his expression was a little complicated. The emperor who was known as the emperor through the ages had a concrete image in his heart from then on.
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"Here is the Five Doctors Pine. According to "Historical Records", when Qin Shihuang ascended Mount Tai, he encountered rain on the way and took shelter under a big tree. Because the tree served as a protector, he awarded the tree the title of "Five Doctors"."
At the right moment, hearing the sound of people coming not far away, Ye Qin immediately disappeared into the jungle next to him.
I saw a team heading this way. The leader was wearing a bright red hat and holding a small flag. He should be a tour guide, introducing the people behind him.
"However, the tree was later destroyed by thunderstorms. During the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty, the imperial envoy Ding Zao was ordered to replant five trees when he rebuilt Mount Tai. Two trees remain today."
Looking at the ancient pine tree in front of me, many people in the team took out their mobile phones and kept taking pictures. However, there was a young man who was quite special. Instead, he held a notebook and kept writing and drawing on it. He recorded it very seriously.
A middle-aged man next to him saw it and glanced at it curiously. Good guy, it was densely packed with words. He couldn't help but said, "Xiao Qi, what have you been writing along the way?"
The young man known as Xiao Qi is the founder of the Mist of History series: Qi Xueqing.
This time he came to Mount Tai for research. The final was coming, and the topic he chose happened to be related to Mount Tai, so he signed up for a tour group. Firstly, he came to see the scenery and relax, and secondly, he came to learn about the local customs and culture.
"Uncle Li, I'm just writing whatever I want."
Uncle Li looked Qi Xueqing up and down, "Xiao Li, you should still be studying. With your seriousness, you must be the top student in school."
Qi Xueqing smiled sheepishly, "Uncle Li, please don't praise me."
The tour guide is a local and has been working in this industry for decades. He explained clearly the origin of Wu Da Fu Song in a few words. His words were lively and interesting, not boring, and everyone listened attentively.
"There is also a rumor in our local area, which only our locals know. It is said that Qin Shihuang consecrated Zen twice in Mount Tai, but only one has been passed down. There is a special reason for the second consecration."
"Twice granted Zen status? What's the reason?"
"It is said that Qin Shihuang once met strange people and strangers in the mountains, and decided to conduct a Zen ceremony in Mount Tai for the second time. The story behind this..."
There is a rise in tour guide stories, but most of them are folk tales, made up randomly.
However, the speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Qi Xueqing next to him showed a thoughtful expression and couldn't help but murmur to himself.
"If it is true, then who is it that could influence Qin Shihuang's decision?"
Later generations have both praise and criticism for Qin Shihuang, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they all have a unanimous view on his character. They believe that this person was a dictator, aloof by nature, emotionally indifferent, and rarely affected by external factors.
The tour guide heard Qi Xueqing's words and said with a smile: "Just listen to it as a story. After all, there is no historical record of this matter. It is all made up by the people."
"Okay, we have finished visiting Wu Dafu Song. The next attraction is Tianzhu Peak. Everyone, please follow the team."
As their footsteps got further and further away, Ye Qin finally revealed his figure. The dark green snake body almost blended in with the green mountains. His eyes were filled with emotion.
A second ago, Ye Qin and Qin Shihuang were witnessing the changes in history in the long river of time, watching the rise and fall of the dynasty, and rising and falling in the waves of time.
Now that I heard this name again, it was from other people's mouths, and I felt as if I was in another world. The words Qin Shihuang have also become a magnificent page in the history books, and the merits and demerits are left to future generations.
The emperor who once longed for immortality has now disappeared.
History is what happened yesterday and is the teacher of future generations. Everyone is experiencing it and creating history. What is recorded is called official history, what is passed down orally is called unofficial history, and what is lost in the long river of time is our history.
If it weren't for the mottled fragments of time, I'm afraid he would never be able to open the pages of history and witness the passing time.
Ye Qin came to the top of Mount Tai, where he had a panoramic view of the mountains. Perhaps Qin Shihuang had stood here to perform Zen ceremonies thousands of years ago.
When the mountain wind blows, the pines are bursting, and the sea of clouds is misty. This wind spans the distance of time and space. It blows from the blood tribes more than five thousand years ago, blowing through Xia, blowing through Zhou, blowing through Daqin, and finally blowing to today's era.
This wind is vigorous and powerful, turbulent and surging. The people and things, scenery and objects blown by the long wind are like the scars on the rocks after weathering, and they really exist.
The Spring and Autumn Period, mentioned in history books, was so magnificent in the past that it still stands there thousands of years later, flowing silently in the long river of heaven and earth, with only Ye Qin constantly witnessing it.
"Buzz——"
The hazy mist emanated from Ye Qin's body, almost blending into the surrounding sea of clouds. The green scales opened slightly, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, as if coated with a layer of divine brilliance.
Sensing the changes inside his body, Ye Qin was a little surprised, "Is this about to break through?"
I didn't expect that I would be able to break through this time after coming out of the mottled years, but it's normal to think about it. There is no shortage of spiritual power in Ye Qin's body, and his soul has also been cultivated very solidly. What he lacks is just a natural opportunity.
The previous emotion, coupled with the witnessing of historical changes with Qin Shihuang in the passage of time, finally made up for the shortcomings. It can be said that everything is ready, except for the east wind.
All the surrounding spiritual energy gathered here, and it was so rich that it almost became a substance, and even the air became a little distorted.
Fortunately, the terrain here is relatively high, and there are cliffs next to it. If you accidentally fall down, you will be shattered to pieces. There are no roads built here, so no tourists will enter here by mistake.
Ye Qin relaxed wholeheartedly, his spiritual energy was like mist like the sea, condensing into countless small water droplets, dripping on the green scales, revealing an extremely moist color.
Even the surrounding green plants are hung with a lot of them, dripping from the treetops, nourishing the earth.
In an instant, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the trees nearby kept swaying, and they all fell to one side.
The spiritual energy poured into Ye Qin's body, reaching a full level that could no longer be absorbed. It could only spread around, forming a small vortex, enveloping the clouds and mist, floating on the surrounding peaks.
The movement here quickly attracted the attention of tourists down the mountain.
The mountain breeze is refreshing, and it always feels like there is an inexplicable breath floating in the air. Tourists who were panting from the climb have regained a lot of strength.
Taking a deep breath at this moment, my mind was as clear as ever.
"It's strange to say that my waist and legs were sore from the climb just now. Now my legs are no longer sore. I feel like I can climb a lot more steps."
"I thought it was my delusion, I felt like my whole body became energetic."
"What's going on? I can't crawl anymore."
"Wait, look over there -"
Just hearing an exclamation, everyone looked up at the sky and couldn't help but widen their eyes. All the clouds in the sky were converging towards one place.
"That seems to be the highest point of Mount Tai."
The majestic peaks are surrounded by seas of clouds coming from all directions, almost submerging the peaks. From a distance, it looks like a white river floating around, occasionally setting off huge waves.
If this alone was not enough to shock everyone, the white river quickly poured into the blue sky, connecting the sky and the green mountains. The line between water and sky now had no dividing line at all.
The mist in the mountains became thicker and thicker, and the outlines of the distant mountains became blurred. The faint crow color began to turn towards white, and a seemingly invisible gauze fell from the sky, wrapping everyone in it.
The originally majestic and spectacular scenery of Mount Tai became a bit mysterious now. This kind of wonder is really rare to see, attracting tourists to stop one after another, including Qi Xueqing and others.
"The fog is too heavy and I can't see anything."
"If you think about it from another perspective, these sea of clouds landscapes are also quite nice."
"What's there to see in the vast whiteness?"
Suddenly someone seemed to have discovered something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and even his voice was trembling, "Then, what is that?!"
A blurry shadow appeared in the sky. It was like a signal, spreading from the sky. The shadow in the sea of clouds became clearer and clearer, and other colors suddenly appeared on the white scroll.
I saw several groups of people walking side by side, wearing antique clothes and bright flags floating in the air, heading here. Not only that, the fog spread all over the mountain road, and soon there were many strange things on the winding and rugged road. Few people.
These people and horses are so lifelike that you can even see the patterns on their clothes very clearly. They are so densely packed that you can't see the end at a glance, but the whole team is in order and not chaotic.
Everyone opened their mouths wide, thinking they were hallucinating. They couldn't help but rub their eyes, "Am I right? How come there are so many people and horses on the mountain road?"
The most important thing is that so many people did not make any sound. It was extremely quiet, and the clothes they wore did not belong to this era.
Qi Xueqing could tell at a glance that these were the costumes of the Qin State. Even the word "Qin" on the flag was written in small seal script!
"Are we hallucinating?"
"How is it possible that so many people have the same hallucinations?"
"It's a bit like a legendary mirage."
Mirage, referred to as mirage, is a natural phenomenon formed by the refraction and total reflection of light. It is a virtual image formed by the refraction of light reflected by objects on the earth through the atmosphere.
Its occurrence is closely related to geographical location, geophysical conditions and meteorological characteristics of those places at a specific time. It is characterized by the recurrence of the same place and the same time.
"How could a mirage appear on Mount Tai? I have climbed Mount Tai so many times and I have never seen such a phenomenon."
"Although this is true, there is a small probability that it will happen."
"Their costumes are so strange. What dynasty are they from?"
"It's the Qin Dynasty!"
"Is it for filming?"
Qi Xueqing stared at the scene in the distance, his eyes full of excitement and excitement. Such a grand battle, plus the location in Mount Tai, and the appearance of a figure like Qin Shihuang.
The combination of various factors made him, who was familiar with history, immediately guess an extremely incredible possibility.
"This, is this a mirage of Qin Shihuang's Taishan Fengchan" (End of Chapter)
