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"I think, let's talk about the casting of Jiuding first." Yan Heng practiced Tai Chi.

Shang Gui smiled meaningfully, "Alright."

Then, Shang Gui took the pen and paper, made a list, and handed it to Yan Heng.

"Prepare as much as possible, you won't have to work hard in vain." Shang Gui said calmly.

Yan Heng took the list and looked at it carefully.

Shang Gui continued: "In a few days, there will probably be an edict in Xianyang, asking the sheriffs and lieutenants of some places to go to Xianyang to meet. I originally wanted to make some arrangements to let you avoid this matter, but he was too Talk too much, let those two Taoists go, and then you will inevitably go to Xianyang."

Wu Ming rolled his eyes, "Why are you calling everyone to Xianyang?"

"Interview." Shang Gui gave a very modern term.

"What is the interview? It won't be about who can be the emperor?" Wu Ming said casually.

"That's right." Shang Gui smiled slightly, "Your ability to tell the truth is still not unfamiliar."

"Hey, I'm joking!" Wu Ming narrowed his eyes.

Yan Heng also looked at Shang Gui in surprise.

"I'm not joking, it's really to choose the next emperor." Shang Gui's smile remained unchanged, "You know, monks have always been more superstitious than ordinary people, and natural disasters have always been regarded as warnings from heaven to the world. When it comes to earthquakes, floods and other disasters, the emperor will issue an edict of guilt, but now that the world is collapsing, naturally the only way to calm dissatisfaction is to abdicate."

"But if the Ying family loses the throne, it will only make things worse?" Wu Ming looked at Shang Gui suspiciously.

"They don't know." The merchant ghost shrugged, "And I won't let them know."

"I'll wipe!" Wu Ming clenched his fists depressed.

After all, Shang Gui's guess is just a guess, it's easy to tell, but it's not an ordinary trouble to explain.Even if the explanation is thorough, whether the listener will believe it is another matter.

Do you want to tell the people here that the world you live in is just an imaginary thing created by the first emperor, and that you people are probably transformed by craftsmen and monks who were killed in the tomb of the first emperor?

Yan Heng, who is so close to him, is still dubious about this. Will those self-righteous old-fashioned people believe it?No wonder!

Thinking of this, Wu Ming couldn't help but ask, "They won't even believe that the world is about to collapse?"

"What do you think?" Shang Gui sneered, "Cultivators who know the art of divination are originally a minority among the minority. At that time, those Taoist priests were arguing about this matter. The few Taoist priests who predicted the omen had already been concluded as nonsense and were about to be expelled from Zhongnan. They were only kept because of Xia Bo and I appeared. Come down. Even so, some Taoist priests are still as smelly and hard as stones in a cesspit, and they have to wait until the next round of disasters to break out to believe this."

"Aren't you guys just waiting there all this time?" Wu Ming's mouth twitched.

"I hope the Taoist priests in Zhongnan Mountain can think like this." Shang Gui's smile brightened again.

Wu Ming, however, was full of black lines, and directly pointed a middle finger at Shang Gui, "Old rules, half of the meeting is divided!"

In the circle of monks in another world, Shang Gui's reputation is many times better than Wu Ming's.But in terms of character, Wu Ming felt that he was seven or eight blocks above Shang Gui, at least he would not touch things he didn't need, nor would he dig other people's ancestral graves just because he was bored!

According to Wu Ming's estimate, the merchant ghosts have probably already emptied all the tombs on Zhongnan Mountain, and when they leave, there will be only one signboard left for the Zhongnan faction in this world.

"We'll talk about it when we get back. Your share will definitely be indispensable." Shang Gui acquiesced to Wu Ming's guess.

"Old Ghost." Yan Heng coughed lightly, and interjected: "You said earlier that Xianyang would issue an edict to let us pass, but no matter what, this edict cannot be justified by choosing the next emperor, right?"

"This is natural." Shang Gui said, "Forcing the current emperor to abdicate is only related to the interests of some people. In fact, whether he retreats or not does not affect the overall situation. The real reason for asking you to live is to cast the Kyushu Ding— ——As you heard, this kind of tripod is very huge. If it is cast in Xianyang, the transportation alone will be a big trouble. At that time, before we can transport the cast tripod to the designated location, the world will be over Collapsed."

"Isn't the Jiuding going to be placed in the palace?" Wu Ming asked in surprise.

"There are only models in the palace." Shang Gui explained, "I told you, what exactly is a tripod. If such a thing is placed in a palace where ordinary people live, how can the people in the palace still have it?"

Wu Ming blinked, but did not answer.

The strong spiritual energy will not have any bad effects on ordinary people, but it also has the effect of strengthening the body.This is also the reason why human beings in ancient times were obviously tall and strong, but after the Qin and Han Dynasties, they began to develop in the direction of thinness and dryness, and in the Ming and Qing Dynasties they simply shrank and became monkeys.It was not until later generations that human beings regained their physique by relying on more sufficient nutrition, and once again made progress.

But the key to the effect of the spirit-gathering circle lies in the word "gathering". The process of gathering is even more predatory, and even life containing spirituality will be forcibly plundered.Because of this, the place where the Kyushu tripod is buried will soon become a barren land without any grass. If people live here for a long time, their lives will be shortened and they will die badly.

"That is to say, we must first select nine places to cast the Kyushu tripod?" Yan Heng asked.

"To be precise, there are eight places." Shang Gui said, "Xianyang, as the imperial city, is like the heart of the human body. A Kyushu tripod must be buried as the core of the magic circle."

"Then...do I need to make Liaodong the place where the Kyushu tripod is cast?" Yan Heng asked tentatively.

"No." Wu Ming answered first, "That's not a good thing."

"Indeed." Shang Gui also admitted frankly, "For the people of the world, the Jiuding is a life-saving thing, but for the local people who buried the Jiuding, this thing is nothing more than a terrible evil weapon. To put it bluntly, use Nine cauldrons come to fix luck and control the world, which means sacrificing the ego to help everyone."

"So, just donate more things, there is no need to donate your own life." Wu Ming said coldly, "If I guess right, after the Jiuding is cast, the craftsmen who cast the Jiuding will not even think about it." survive, and Min Zhuang who buried Jiuding is the second batch of victims."

"How can it be so immediate." Shang Gui said helplessly, "It's just a shortening of life, and it won't be visible in a short time. After all the nine tripods are buried in the ground and connected into the Kyushu magic circle, the spirit gathering effect of the Kyushu tripod will fully appear. At that time If you get closer to the Kyushu Cauldron, you will really die."

"Yeah, you're always going to die anyway, it doesn't make any difference if you die early or late." Wu Ming sneered.

The merchant ghost smiled faintly, "If they don't die, then we can all die together."

Wu Ming snorted with a gloomy expression, but didn't say any more.

Shang Gui turned his eyes and continued to say to Yan Heng: "There is one more thing I need to ask you."

please?

Yan Heng couldn't help being flattered, and hurriedly said: "Old Gui ordered it."

Shang Gui raised his hand and said, "Take care of this guy."

Yan Heng followed his pointer to look, and immediately saw a pair of white eyes.

"What are you looking at me for?" Wu Ming closed his eyes angrily.

"Looking at you, I tell you not to disturb the situation." Shang Gui said, "Actually, it is safest for you to stay in Liaodong, but I also know that if he is recruited to Xianyang, you will not be able to stay."

Wu Ming snorted.

Yan Heng changed his mind, "What if I don't receive the imperial edict, or reject this edict?"

Shang Gui thought for a while, "Maybe this is also a solution. Anyway, in a few days, all the monks in the world will gather in Xianyang, and by then, the current emperor will no longer have the energy to turn against you. However, everything There will always be a day when it ends, and when the time comes, no matter whether the emperor changes or not, he will definitely be the first to attack you."

"That's also..." It doesn't matter.

Before Yan Heng finished speaking, Wu Ming said first: "Go, why not go, I have never seen what Xianyang City looks like in my whole life, just go to see it."

"Are you planning something again?" Shang Gui looked at Wu Ming warily.

Wu Ming smiled without saying a word.

Shang Gui sighed knowingly, "Even if there is more than one road in the world, you don't have to take the most difficult one."

"If you don't take a walk, how will you know whether it is difficult or easy?" Wu Ming looked directly at Shang Gui without showing any weakness.

"You're going to die!" Shang Gui sighed, and then waved his hand, "Stop talking nonsense with you, get out of here quickly, don't dangle in front of my eyes, and make me look upset."

"This is my tent!" Wu Ming stared.

"I requisitioned!"

"Hey--"

Wu Ming wanted to speak again, but was pulled up by Yan Heng and pulled out of the tent.

After getting out of the tent, Wu Ming lost the will to argue with the merchant ghost, so he simply pulled Yan Heng back to the front yard with him.

"Go to the resting tent and talk." Yan Heng grabbed Wu Ming and said softly.

Wu Ming was slightly startled, then nodded and said, "That's fine."

Yan Heng and Wu Ming immediately entered the tent where they were resting, and sent out the attendants who stayed in the tent.

Seeing Yan Heng's cautious appearance, Wu Ming simply set up a soundproof circle.This kind of magic circle can prevent the air within the circle from circulating, thereby isolating the transmission of sound, but the disadvantage is that you can't stay in the magic circle for a long time, otherwise, it is easy to suffocate to death.

"Just say what you have to say." After setting up the magic circle, Wu Ming turned and said to Yan Heng.

Yan Heng stretched out his hand to pull him to his side, sat down on the low couch together, pondered for a while before opening his mouth and said: "I don't understand what the old man said."

"Which part?" Wu Ming asked.

"Change the emperor." Yan Heng said, "The old ghost said that changing the emperor is a matter of profit, but I can't think of anyone who will benefit from this matter."

"This benefit has nothing to do with the gentry family you think of." Wu Ming sighed, and explained sarcastically, "The prosperity of the world is for profit, and the world's hustle and bustle is for profit. People can't jump out of the circle of interests. Every time when the dynasty changes and the emperor changes, the major sects in the monk circle will find out the most promising person to be the emperor like a gamble, and place a heavy bet on them. If the bet wins With the support of the new emperor, they will get more territories, more resources, and more disciples."

"I thought that strange people like Guilao would not care about common matters and be uncontaminated by the mundane world." Yan Heng frowned.

"Business ghosts don't intervene in these things. We ghost cultivators are all single. We eat enough by ourselves and the whole family is not hungry." Wu Ming said, "But the world still has more groups and fewer singles. Sects such as Zhongnan Mountain and Zhengdao Sect To put it bluntly, they are the elites of the noble family in the monk circle. They not only need to take care of themselves, but also take care of their disciples and grandchildren, and the inheritance of the sect, and these all need ordinary power to support them. Just drink the northwest wind."

"That is to say, the one who wants to change the emperor and force Ying Han to abdicate is actually the Taoist sect you mentioned?" Yan Heng narrowed his eyes.

"That's right." Wu Ming snapped his fingers, "Also, don't be tempted by the merchant ghost after a few words, he's just bluffing you!"

"How?" Yan Heng raised his eyebrows and asked.

"This world can't stand the second cycle anymore." Wu Ming said, "It's just that this time you were reborn, it was tossed to the point of collapse. If you do it again, shouldn't it be shattered on the spot?"

"Why is that old ghost..."

"I told you, he's just bluffing you!" Wu Mingyin smiled coldly, "If you are persuaded by him, you should deal with it—hehe, he must find a chance to kill you!"