Chapter 139 Terracotta Warriors and Horses
The ancient capital Chang'an.
The true king's carriage was driving on Zhuque Street, and all the people were not restricted. While they were receiving relief from the court, they looked at the gorgeous carriage drawn by tall dragon-scaled horses.
The guardian knights formed a long queue behind the chariot.
"Long live the true king!!"
"The sky has eyes, the true king has come to this world!"
"You little man, I bow down to the true king. Long live, long live, long live!"
No one taught them these slogans and words, they are all true feelings.
The Taoist soldiers arrived, killed the evil officials who had done all kinds of evil, killed the underground organizations that were lending money, distributed food and property to them, and avenged their grievances.
Most of these people are vendors, slaves, low-level soldiers, prostitutes, tenants, beggars, and common people.
They had been eating wild vegetables and tree roots, and they didn't even have firewood, because the top of the hill belonged to the rich and powerful, and if they went to pick up firewood, they would be careful of being beaten by their servants.
The poor people in the city circle around various restaurants, praying that there will be a little more swill left today, or that some dignitary will vomit after drinking so they can eat meat.
A bamboo door is a bamboo door, and a wooden door is a wooden door.
The two are people from different worlds.
Of course, some of them are of low quality and possess the deepest human malice, but there is no problem. Either study well and study well, or commit crimes and meet the butcher's knife.
All in all, they were full of respect and love for Xu Xuan.
On the other side of the wealthy area, beheading stations were erected one after another.
"Ms. Cui, beat to death thirty-seven slaves, five tenant farmers, loaned 70,000 yuan...sentenced to be cut in half..."
Next, some of the direct descendants were pushed onto the stage, cut in half, and died amidst the mournful wailing and the happy eyes of the victims' families.
"No! We are not guilty! Not guilty!" Sweat wet the man's face, which was smeared with lead powder, and all his grace and magnanimity disappeared.
Of course, he couldn't do this, he just pushed him to the stage and cut him in half.
Some were cut in half, some were beheaded, some were imprisoned, some were assigned to sergeants and civilians, or were beaten into official slaves.
Each glorious family came to an end, and groups of parasites were killed.
The moral gentlemen who carried the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties became bloodstains on the steps.
In their words, the wind is always blown away by the rain and the wind.
In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.
In addition to direct or indirect crimes, there are also crimes of inaction. For example, when an official was in power, he liked to talk about mysteries, recite poems and compose poems, but neglected to control floods and plagues. This is also a capital crime.
Some martial arts figures who were captured alive were not executed immediately, but were kept for Xu Xuan's use.
The same city has different scenes.
One is prosperous, the other is eerie.
When Xu Xuan came to this world, some people respected him and feared him for bringing peace and contentment, but feared him for being cruel and unkind.
The prosperous age of population explosion and economic development is about to come, and the rule of three generations among the scholarly population is about to appear, but it is a pity that they are the sacrifices.
Xu Xuan didn't care about the reputation or abuse of outsiders. He left it up to future generations to decide whether he had merit or demerits.
No matter how much a person is praised during his or her lifetime, posterity will give them a fair evaluation after their death.
Lishan.
After searching a thousand times, Xu Xuan finally found this place.
The mountain is winding, with lush trees, shaped like a green-maned horse, hence the name of the mountain.
Under the golden and red sunset, the mountain looks like a galloping horse in the setting sun.
There are many ancient buildings on the mountain. During the Western Zhou Dynasty, King You of Zhou used to play beacon games with the princes here. The tomb of Qin Shihuang is at the foot of Lishan Mountain.
At this time, a tall sycamore tree appeared on the mountain. A few days later, the sycamore tree suddenly disappeared, which triggered many legends.
The biggest thing happening in Lishan recently is the closure of the mountain.
No one is allowed to enter the mountain, no one is allowed to live within a radius of twenty miles, and all residents have to move out.
Of course, the government also provides free houses and fields, enough for a family to use food for half a year.
For the residents at the foot of the mountain, it is a huge improvement to get rid of the days of relying on the mountain and the water.
Underground, the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang.
Xu Xuan held the torch high, and the dark yellow light illuminated everything around him.
The mausoleum is an underground city with two inner and outer city walls, tall gates on all sides, and a huge palace complex.
It looks like an inverted square funnel with a side length of more than 400 meters. There are many mausoleums outside. This is where Qin Shihuang is buried.
Xu Xuan took a quick look around, and found that most of them were gold and silver treasures, which were different from the secret treasures that were everywhere in his imagination. There were many holes in the mound of earth above his head. Judging from the cross-section of the hole, the tomb robbers were probably not ordinary people.
There were still cultivators of immortality during the Qin and Han Dynasties. The Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang was so famous that everyone in the world knew that he was buried in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. Hundreds of years have passed and it is impossible that no one has visited it.
The walls showed signs of being burned by fire.
Walking towards the innermost part of the underground palace, Xu Xuan felt a little bored, and there was a smell of mercury and cinnabar in front of him.
I saw a mercury pool in front of me. In the center of the mercury pool was a platform with heavy coffins placed on the platform.
The surrounding mechanisms were activated, and arrows were scattered around the coffin. Xu Xuanfei stepped forward and opened the coffin. Except for some clothes, everything else disappeared without a trace.
"As expected." Xu Xuan thought to himself.
According to historical records, the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang was burned by shepherds and dug up by the Red Eyebrow Army. Later, Zhao Shihu also did similar things. This was only on the surface. I don’t know how many people visited it privately.
Moreover, it is unknown whether Qin Shihuang had any treasures buried with him before his death. According to historical records, Qin Shihuang was a bit dim in his later years, and many people had already started to make small moves. At this time, Liu Bang began to rebel.
Judging from the rumors of searching for the elixir of death, Qin Shihuang may not know magic, and may have some cultivation, but not high.
"Sure enough, there is a gap between history and legend."
The imperial mausoleum that was said to be indestructible and that no one could steal in previous lives was also riddled with holes.
Even if there is a formation, thousands of years have passed and it will still become ineffective due to changes in spiritual energy.
Xu Xuan closed the coffin and went to the underground palaces on both sides.
Here are some lifelike terracotta warriors and horses.
Under the dim firelight, the painted terracotta warriors and horses looked like living people.
There are three hundred on this side, and three hundred on the other side. The total number on the left and right sides is six hundred.
Xu Xuan stepped forward to check.
"Huh? They are actually made of living people? Hey, they can be used to refine the Huntian Skull Curse Flag." Xu Xuan sensed that there were bones inside, but they were different from the shapes of the pottery figurines outside. They looked relatively new, so they should It was refined during the Hu Hai period.
It may be that the terracotta warriors and horses are too bulky to move out, and they are not gold or silver objects, so they would not be worth much when sold. Even the masters from ancient times looked down on such things. Except for a few of them, they were damaged. In mint condition.
"It seems possible!"
The skeletons used in the curse flag are terracotta warriors and horses. This kind of thing has absorbed the Yin energy for hundreds of years in the underground palace. It is also a very precious material in the mirror world, but it is much better than the skeletons in mass graves.
"Not bad, not bad, just what I want. In the future, the Yin God will be added to the skeleton, and even if there is no power, there will still be guardian Taoists guarding the cave."
After packing ten terracotta warriors and horses in storage bags, Xu Xuan walked out of the mausoleum and flew back to the Wutong Cave on the mountain.
"The Skeleton Method requires cinnabar, spiritual stones, resurrecting grass, spiritual blood, and personal blood. Except for the resurrecting grass, which requires supply from the mirror world, everything else is self-sufficient."
As for the spiritual food of ghosts, there are two main types: ghost mud and ghost candle.
Gods eat incense and ghosts eat candles.
The materials for ghost mud are dark underground black mud from mountain streams, some herbs and talisman ashes.
Scented candles are simple to make, requiring the use of charms, water, and candle materials.
The two materials are self-sufficient in this world, you just need to draw the talisman yourself.
Mirror world.
Hong Xiangling obtained part of the Yinshan Dharma Collection and two terracotta warriors and horses.
"This is the Yinshan system. You can use it to recruit disciples and create a sect. Also, these materials..."
Xu Xuan listed a complete set of materials, as well as the materials for the Huntian Altar of the Yin Gathering Array, which are the key to refining and raising ghosts.
After that, he practiced on the mountain while perfecting the method of gathering yin.
On the other side, Tang Ming led his troops back to the base camp. His romantic temperament was gone, replaced by a body covered with bandages.
Tang Ming was lying on the bed, with the civil and military minister looking on. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with hatred and sadness, and his heart hurt like a knife.
"Li Lin, Zhu Shan, Jiantang,... I'm sorry for you... I want to take revenge, I want to become stronger!"