Chapter 139 Terracotta Warriors

The ancient capital of Chang'an.

The carriage of the True Lord was driving on Zhuque Street. All the people were not restricted. They received relief from the court while looking at the gorgeous carriage pulled by tall dragon-scale horses.

The knights who protected the religion formed a long line behind the carriage.

"Long live the True Lord!"

"The heaven has eyes, the True Lord has come to the world!"

"I bow to the True Lord, long live, long live, long live!"

No one taught them these slogans and words, all of them were true feelings.

The Taoist soldiers arrived, killed the evil officials who did all kinds of evil, killed the underground organizations that lent money, distributed food and property to them, and redressed their grievances.

Most of these people were hawkers, slaves, low-level soldiers, prostitutes, tenants, beggars, and common people and scholars.

They used to eat wild vegetables and tree roots, and even had no firewood, because the mountain was owned by the powerful, and they had to be careful of being beaten by servants when they went to pick up firewood.

The poor people in the city were wandering around the restaurants, praying that there would be more swill left today, or that some dignitary had vomited after drinking, so they could have some meat.

Bamboo doors are bamboo doors, and wooden doors are wooden doors.

They are from different worlds.

Of course, some of them have low quality and the deepest malice in human nature, but there is no problem, either study hard or commit crimes and face the butcher's knife.

In short, they are full of respect and love for Xu Xuan.

On the other side, in the rich area, beheading platforms were set up one by one.

"Cui, killed 37 slaves, 5 tenants, and borrowed 70,000 yuan... sentenced to beheading..."

Next, some direct descendants were pushed onto the stage and executed by beheading, dying in the shrill wailing and the happy eyes of the victims' families.

"No! We are innocent! Innocent!" Sweat wet the man's face painted with lead powder, and his elegance and demeanor disappeared.

Of course, this was not up to him, he was pushed onto the stage and beheaded.

Some were cut in half, some were beheaded, some were imprisoned, some were assigned to soldiers and civilians, or made into official slaves.

One glorious family after another came to an end, and groups of parasites were killed.

The moral gentlemen with the elegance of the Wei and Jin Dynasties all became bloodstains on the steps.

In their words, elegance is always blown away by the rain and wind.

The swallows in front of the halls of the Wang and Xie families in the old days 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 Taoism, recite poems and compose essays, but ignored the treatment of floods and plagues. This is also a capital crime.

Some martial artists who were captured alive were not executed immediately, but kept for Xu Xuan to use.

The same city has different scenes.

One is prosperous and the other is gloomy and terrifying.

When Xu Xuan came to this world, some people respected and feared him. They respected him for bringing peace and prosperity, and feared his cruelty.

The prosperous era with a booming population and a developed economy is coming, and the Three Dynasties of rule that scholars talk about is about to appear, but unfortunately they are the sacrifices.

Xu Xuan doesn't care about the praise and abuse of outsiders, and let future generations say right and wrong, merits and demerits.

No matter how a person is praised during his lifetime, future generations will give them a fair evaluation after his death.

Mount Li.

After searching for a long time, Xu Xuan finally found this place.

The mountain is winding, the trees are lush, and it looks like a horse with a green mane, which is why this mountain got its name.

Under the golden and red sunset, this mountain looks like a horse galloping in the sunset.

There are many ancient buildings on the mountain. In the Western Zhou Dynasty, King You of Zhou set fire to the beacon fire here to play with the princes. The tomb of Qin Shihuang is at the foot of Mount Li.

At this time, a tall sycamore tree appeared on the mountain at some point. After a few days, the sycamore tree suddenly disappeared, which triggered many legends.

The biggest thing about Mount Li recently is the closure of the mountain.

No one is allowed to enter the mountain, and no one is allowed to live within a radius of 20 miles. All residents must move out.

Of course, the government also provides free houses and fields, enough food for a family for half a year.

For the residents living at the foot of the mountain, getting rid of the days of relying on the mountain for food and water for water is a huge improvement.

Underground, the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang.

Xu Xuan held up a torch, and the dark yellow light illuminated the surroundings.

The mausoleum is an underground city, with two inner and outer walls, tall gates on all four 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 was buried.

Xu Xuan took a quick look around. Most of them were gold and silver treasures, which were different from the secret books and treasures he imagined; there were many holes in the mound above his head. Judging from the cross-section of the hole, the tomb robber should not be an ordinary person.

There were still immortals in the Qin and Han dynasties. The Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang was so famous that everyone in the world knew that he was buried there. After hundreds of years, it was impossible that no one would visit.

These walls showed signs of being burned by fire.

Walking to 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.

A mercury pool appeared in front of him, and in the middle of the mercury pool was a platform, on which a heavy coffin was placed.

The surrounding mechanisms were in an activated state, and arrows were scattered around the coffin. Xu Xuan flew forward to open the coffin, and except for some clothes, everything else disappeared.

"As expected." Xu Xuan thought.

According to historical records, the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang was burned by shepherds, dug by the Red Eyebrow Army, and Shi Hu of the Later Zhao Dynasty also did similar things. This is only the public, and 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 little confused in his later years, and many people had begun to make small moves. Liu Bang had already started to rebel at this time.

Judging from the rumors of finding the elixir of immortality, Qin Shihuang may not know magic. Maybe he has some cultivation, but it is not high.

"Sure enough, there is a gap between history and legend."

The imperial mausoleum that was indestructible and could not be stolen in the legend of the previous life is also full of holes.

Even if there is a formation, it will become useless after thousands of years because of the change of spiritual energy.

Xu Xuan closed the coffin and went to the underground palace on both sides.

These are some lifelike terracotta warriors and horses again.

Under the dim firelight, the painted terracotta warriors looked like living people.

There are 300 on this side, 300 on the other side, and 600 on both sides.

Xu Xuan went forward to check.

"Huh? They are made of living people? Hey, they can be used to refine the Hun Tian skull curse flag." Xu Xuan sensed that there were bones inside, but they were different from the pottery figurines outside. They looked newer and should have been refined during the Hu Hai period.

Maybe the terracotta warriors were too heavy to be moved out, and they were not gold or silver. They were not worth much if sold. The masters from ancient times did not look down on such things. Except for a few that were damaged, the others were intact.

"It seems to work!"

The skulls used for the curse flags are terracotta warriors. This kind of thing that has absorbed Yin Qi for hundreds of years in the underground palace is also a very precious material in the mirror world, which is much better than the skulls in the mass grave.

"Not bad, not bad, just what I want. In the future, with the addition of the Yin God and the skeleton, even if there is no power, there will be Taoist soldiers guarding the cave."

Putting ten terracotta warriors in a storage bag, Xu Xuan walked out of the mausoleum and flew back to the Wutong Cave Heaven on the mountain.

"The skeleton method requires cinnabar, spirit stone, resurrection grass, spirit blood, and one's own blood. Except for the resurrection grass, which needs to be supplied by the mirror world, the others can be self-sufficient."

As for the spiritual food of ghosts, there are mainly two types: ghost mud and ghost candles.

Gods eat incense and ghosts eat candles.

The materials of ghost mud are underground black mud in the mountain stream that is not visible to the light, some herbs and talisman ash.

Incense and candles are simple to make, requiring talismans, clean water, and candle materials.

The materials of both can be self-sufficient in this world, but you just need to draw the talisman yourself.

Mirror world.

Hong Xiangling obtained a part of the Yinshan Dharma Book and two terracotta warriors.

"This is the Yinshan system. You can use it to open a school and recruit disciples to create a sect. Also, these materials..."

Xu Xuan listed a whole set of materials, as well as the materials of the Yin Gathering Array and the Hun Tian Altar, 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 full of bandages.

Tang Ming was lying on the bed, and the civil and military ministers were watching him. His eyes were bloodshot, with hatred and sadness, and his heart was as painful as a knife.

"Li Lin, Zhu Shan, Jiantang,... I'm sorry for you... Revenge, I want to become stronger!"