Chapter 16 Inside the ancestral temple! Many ancestors and kings are watching Ying Ji!
Ancestral temple!
The door is closed.
The ancestral temple is not open during non-sacrificial times.
And this time.
The door of the ancestral temple is already open.
The imperial guards guarding outside the ancestral temple saluted one after another.
As the Badings were carried one by one into the gate of the ancestral temple.
Ying Ji's Luan Jia also stopped in front of the gate.
Inside the ancestral temple!
The location of the ancestors.
Even the king and his father are not allowed to enter, otherwise it will be disrespectful to the ancestors.
Ying Ji naturally stepped off Luan Jia.
"I see you, Your Majesty."
Seeing Ying Ji coming down, Ying Bing immediately stepped forward and bowed.
"Zong Zheng."
"This time, it's me who has let down the ancestral temple."
"One of the nine tripods is missing, so there are only eight tripods."
Looking at Ying Bing in front of him, Ying Ji sighed, with a kind of disappointment in his voice.
"Under the sky."
"The Eight Cauldrons return to Qin."
"Your Majesty, you don't need to worry about it." Ying Bing smiled.
"Did the Ancestral Temple calculate it a long time ago?" Ying Ji asked with a surprised look on his face.
"The ancestor predicted that in future generations nine tripods would return to Qin, and one tripod would be lost in a few days."
"If it weren't for the opportunity, this lost tripod would not have appeared, so there is no need for the king to search for it." Ying Bing said.
Hear this!
A look of shock appeared on Old Ying Ji's face. It seemed that he had not thought that his ancestors had deduced the current situation more than hundreds of years ago.
"The ancestor is really powerful."
"Events hundreds of years from now can be calculated."
After pondering for a long time, Ying Ji said with an awe-inspiring tone.
"I, the founder of the Qin Dynasty, am naturally powerful." Ying Bing was also in awe.
"Today I want to go to the ancestral temple to pay homage to our ancestors and kings. Is that possible?" Ying Ji looked at Ying Bing and asked.
"please."
Ying Bing turned sideways.
Ying Ji nodded and immediately walked towards the ancestral temple.
Just step into the ancestral temple for a moment.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth placed in the ancestral temple can be clearly felt to be several times richer than the outside world, which also gives Ying Ji's dying body a rare sense of lightness.
Accompanied by Ying Bing, Ying Ji came to the main hall of the ancestral temple.
Enter the eyes.
Dozens of rankings are presented.
The highest point is the founder of the Qin Dynasty, Qin Ying and Ying Feizi.
After entering the palace.
Ying Bing brought nine lit incense sticks to Ying Ji.
"I will take my leave first."
After handing over the incense, Ying Bing exited the main hall of the ancestral temple.
Ying Ji held the incense, knelt on the futon in front of the spiritual throne, and worshiped three times in a row.
"The ancestors of the Qin Dynasty are here."
"The descendants of future generations pay homage to Ying Ji."
"Ying Ji reigned for fifty-six years and devoted his whole life to strengthening the Qin Dynasty. As he approached the end of his life, he did not disappoint the elders of the previous kings. He strengthened the country's power and expanded its territory. He died this week."
"Ying Ji captured the Nine Cauldrons of China, but lost one of them, so he could only offer it incompletely."
"A long time ago."
"Ying Ji had a dream, and he dreamed of his descendants with the surname Ying, Zhao Zheng."
"In the dream, he has the aura of a king, and the clouds are like dragons. The person whose destiny was predicted by the ancestors in the past has appeared. One day, he will rule the world and win my descendants."
…
Ying Ji knelt in front of the spiritual throne and recounted everything that happened during his reign, including the destruction of Zhou Dynasty and Zhao Zheng's affairs.
perhaps.
This is also a way of Ying Ji's sustenance.
It's getting closer and closer to dusk.
At this moment, Ying Ji was full of words.
But he didn't know.
On that spiritual throne.
Dozens of soul shadows floated on the spiritual throne, silently watching Ying Ji's narration.
"Ying Si."
"Your son is indeed a good one."
"After being in power for so many years, he has indeed developed the national power of our country Qin very well." The Marquis of Qin said to Ying Si, the former King of Huiwen. Hearing the praise from his ancestor, Ying Si immediately smiled and said: "Thank you for the compliment, ancestor. Compared with Dang'er, Ying Ji is indeed more suitable to be the king. Dang'er was a martial artist in the beginning, and he was promoted to the king after my death. I can't change it either."
"Ying Ji is a good boy."
"But looking at how old he is now, he should be at the end of his life." Ying Quliang also said.
"That's fine."
"When life is over, we can have one more person to chat with."
"Hahaha."
"indeed."
"There is another junior."
Many Qin kings smiled.
"You guys, Ji'er is going to die, and you are still so happy." Qin Hou cursed angrily.
Suddenly.
Many of the former kings who were still laughing at first shut up.
In the main hall of this ancestral temple, the highest ranking person is the Marquis of Qin, the eldest son of the ancestor.
All the people below are his descendants, and Marquis Qin is their ancestor. How dare they go against Marquis Qin.
"Ancestors."
"Ji'er has also come to the end of his life. He lived a long life among us."
"Anyway, the soul of my Great Qin King will be taken back to the spiritual throne by the ancestor after his death. There will still be a chance of resurrection in the future."
"Yes, ancestor."
"I'm afraid this kid Ying Ji will also be very happy to see us after returning to his spiritual position."
"Hahaha, indeed..."
Many Qin Jun and Qin Wang also laughed one after another.
It lasted for a while.
Looking at the silent hall.
Ying Ji sighed and stood up slowly, but his body swayed a little and he looked even weaker.
"Ancestors and kings throughout the ages."
"Not long."
"Ying Ji is coming to see you."
"But before meeting you, Ying Ji was still very curious about the descendants of that destiny."
"If you can get the ancestor's prophecy and die without seeing him, then Ying Ji will be very disappointed."
"I hope it's too late." Ying Ji said slowly.
He placed the incense on the incense burner in front of the spiritual throne.
Subsequently.
Slowly walked out of the hall.
"Your Majesty, the worship is over."
Ying Bing stepped forward and said gently.
"Has my spiritual throne been prepared?" Ying Ji asked with a smile.
"What nonsense are you talking about, Your Majesty?"
Ying Bing immediately said with a straight face.
Although he is Zongzheng, in terms of identity, he is Ying Ji's uncle.
"uncle."
"Ying Ji doesn't have much left to live."
"Uncle will personally welcome Ying Ji into the ancestral temple when the time comes." Ying Ji said with a smile.
"well."
Ying Bing sighed and shook his head: "Your Majesty, please be at ease."
Now that Ying Ji has not passed away, Ying Bing can't say much.
But after leading his soul into the ancestral temple, Ying Ji understood everything.
This is how the kings of the Qin Dynasty were passed down from generation to generation.
This is also different from all the royal families in the world.
The royal families do not have such an opportunity. After death, the soul returns to Jiuyou.
But he, the Qin Dynasty, had an ancestor who had great supernatural powers and was able to protect his soul from the mysterious laws of heaven and earth.
Fight against the sky!
In the future, everyone will be the enemy.
Everything today is for the future.
"uncle."
"See you later."
Ying Ji laughed, cupped his fists and raised his hands to Ying Bing.
Then he walked towards the outside of the ancestral temple.
"Ying Ji."
"When you die, you will find a different world. The ancestor created the real world of Da Qin."
"At that moment, you will understand completely." Ying Bing looked at Ying Ji's back and murmured in his heart.
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