Chapter 16 Inside the ancestral temple! Many ancestors and kings are looking at Yingji! Ancestral temple! The door was closed tightly. The ancestral temple is not opened except for sacrifices. And this time. The gate of the ancestral temple is already open. The guards stationed outside the ancestral temple saluted one after another. As the eight tripods were carried into the gate of the ancestral temple one by one. Yingji's carriage also stopped in front of the gate. Inside the ancestral temple! Where the ancestors are.
The king’s carriage is not allowed to enter, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the ancestors. Yingji naturally stepped down from the imperial carriage. "I see you, Your Majesty." Seeing Ying Ji coming down, Ying Bing immediately walked forward and bowed. "Zongzheng." "This time, I have let the ancestral temple down." "One of the Nine Cauldrons is missing, so there are only eight." Looking at Ying Bing in front of him, Ying Ji sighed, with a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Under the number of days." "The Eight Cauldrons Return to Qin." "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry about it." Ying Bing smiled. "Could it be that the ancestral temple had already figured it out?" Yingji asked in surprise. "The ancestor predicted that in the future, the nine tripods would return to Qin, and one tripod would be lost under destiny." "If it weren't for the right time, this lost tripod would not appear, so there is no need for Your Majesty to search for it." Ying Bing said. Hear this! A look of shock appeared on Yingji's old face, as if he had not expected that his ancestors had deduced the current situation hundreds of years ago. "The ancestor is truly a god with unrivaled power." "It is actually possible to predict what will happen hundreds of years later." After pondering for a while, Yingji said in a awed tone.
"We are the founding ancestor of the Great Qin State, so we are naturally powerful." Ying Bing was also in awe. "Today I want to enter the ancestral temple to worship the ancestors and kings of all generations. Is that possible?" Ying Ji looked at Ying Bing and asked. "please." Ying Bing simply turned sideways. Yingji nodded and immediately walked towards the ancestral temple. Just a moment stepping into the ancestral temple. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the ancestral temple can be clearly felt to be several times denser than that of the outside world, which also makes Yingji's aging body feel rare lightness. Accompanied by Ying Bing, Ying Ji came to the main hall of the ancestral temple. into the eye. Dozens of rankings are presented. The highest point is the ancestor of the Qin Dynasty, Qin Ying, Ying Feizi. After entering the palace. Ying Bing brought nine lit incense sticks to Ying Ji. "I will take my leave first." After offering the incense, Ying Bing left the ancestral temple hall. Yingji held the incense in his hand, knelt on the cushion in front of the spirit tablet, and bowed three times in a row. "The previous kings of the Great Qin Dynasty are above." "I pay my respects to you, my descendant Yingji." "Yingji reigned for fifty-six years, and devoted his life to strengthening the Qin Dynasty. As the Qin Dynasty approached its twilight years, he did not disappoint the previous kings and elders, strengthened the country's strength, expanded the territory, and now the Zhou Dynasty has fallen." "Yingji seized the Nine Cauldrons of Shenzhou, but lost one, so he could only offer the incomplete one." "A long time ago." "Yingji had a dream. He dreamed of my descendant, Zhao Zheng." "In the dream, he has the aura of a king, and there are clouds and dragons in the sky. The man of destiny predicted by our ancestor has appeared. He will unify the world one day and become the descendant of the Ying family." …… Yingji knelt in front of the spirit tablet and narrated everything that happened during his reign, including the destruction of Zhou and the rule of Zhao. perhaps. This is also a way for Yingji to place his hopes. The more it gets dark.
At this moment, Yingji had more to say. But he didn't know. On that spiritual seat. Dozens of soul shadows floated above the spirit tablet, silently watching Yingji's narration. "Ying Si." "You are indeed a good son." "During his many years in office, he has really helped develop the power of our Great Qin." The Marquis of Qin said to the former King Huiwen, Ying Si. Hearing the praise from his ancestor, Ying Si immediately smiled and said, "Thank you for the praise, ancestor. Compared to Dang'er, Ying Ji is indeed more suitable to be the king. Dang'er was a martial artist at the beginning, and he was promoted to the throne after my death. I can't change that." "Yingji is a good kid." "But seeing how old he is now, he must be nearing the end of his life." Ying Quliang also said. "Alright." "When our life span is over, we'll have one more person to chat with." "Hahaha." "indeed." "There is one more junior." Many Qin kings said with a smile. "You guys, Ji'er is about to die, and you are still so happy." Qin Hou scolded angrily. Suddenly. Many of the former kings who were still laughing shut up. In the main hall of the ancestral temple, Qin Hou has the highest seniority, as he is the eldest son of the ancestor. All of the people below are his descendants, and Duke Qin is their ancestor. How dare they go against Duke Qin? "Ancestors." "Ji'er died of old age, which is considered a long life among us." "Anyway, after the death of our Great Qin king, his soul will be collected by the ancestor and he will have a chance to be resurrected one day." "Yes, Ancestor." "Returning to the spiritual throne, I'm afraid Yingji will be very happy to see us." “Hahaha, indeed…” Many Qin princes and kings also laughed. This lasted for a while.
Looking at the silent hall. Yingji sighed and slowly stood up, but his body was a little shaky and he looked even weaker. "The ancestors and kings of all generations." "Not long." "Yingji is coming to see you." "But before meeting you, Yingji was still very curious about the descendants of destiny." "It would be very disappointing for Yingji if he died without seeing the prophecy of the ancestor." "I hope it's still in time." Yingji said slowly. Insert the incense into the incense burner in front of the spirit tablet. Subsequently. He walked out of the hall slowly. "Your Majesty, the worship is over." Ying Bing walked forward and spoke gently. "Is my spirit tablet ready?" Yingji asked with a smile. "What nonsense is this, Your Majesty?" Ying Bing immediately said with a stern face. Although he was the Zongzheng, in terms of identity, he was Yingji's uncle. "uncle." "Yingji doesn't have much time left." "When the time comes, uncle must personally welcome Yingji into the ancestral temple." Yingji said with a smile. "Ugh." Ying Bing sighed and shook his head: "Your Majesty, please be at ease." Now that Ying Ji has not yet died of old age, Ying Bing cannot say much. However, after leading the soul into the ancestral temple, Yingji understood everything. This is how the Qin kings were passed down from generation to generation. This also distinguishes them from the royal families of various countries in the world. The royal families of various countries do not have such an opportunity. After death, the soul returns to the underworld. But his Great Qin has an ancestor who possesses supernatural powers and can protect his soul from the mysterious laws of heaven and earth.
Fight against the sky! The future will be full of enemies. Everything now is for the future. "uncle." "See you later." Ying Ji laughed and bowed to Ying Bing. Then he walked out of the ancestral temple. "Yingji." "When you die, you will find a different world. The ancestor created the real world of Daqin." "When that moment comes, you will understand it completely." Ying Bing looked at Ying Ji's back and murmured in his heart. …… PS: Please read, recommend, and vote for me. Is anyone reading this? Darlings! (End of this chapter)