Li Si was a little confused. What did he mean by he was too narrow-minded?
If he was too small, how could he become the Prime Minister of Great Qin?
If it was anyone else, he would have spat them to death.
However, since these words were spoken by Ying Zheng, he had no choice but to step back.
Very soon, this news spread throughout the entire Yangtze River, from the officials of Xianyang to the common people. Everyone knew about the order that Ying Zheng had given.
All the officials in Xianyang were shocked, and they were discussing among themselves. They had always supported Ying Zheng's idea, but this time, they were all puzzled, and could not find the reason why Ying Zheng would do this.
Meanwhile, Zhao Gao told everyone what Ying Zheng had said the night before. The objections of the common people had eased a little, but most of the high-ranking officials still had doubts.
What Night Dream Immortal? Was this really enough to be believed? Everyone remained in a wait-and-see state.
On the other side, the Hundred Schools of Philosophy also received the news. Compared to the officials in Xianyang, they were even more mocking.
The first was the scholarly faction's Small Sage Manor.
Although the Confucians usually tried their best to avoid conflict with the forces of the State of Qin, after hearing this news from the State of Qin, they still couldn't help but mock.
Now, in the Small Sage Manor, the three brothers known as the Three Heroes of Qilu were discussing this matter.
Yan Lu and Zhang Liang were originally quite dissatisfied with the Qin country's rule, so they were especially rude when discussing.
"Is this Ying Zheng crazy? To be able to do such a thing, and to believe in ghosts and gods?”
Zhang Liang's words were merciless and harsh.
Although Yan Lu had a gentle appearance, he was still somewhat disdainful towards Ying Zheng's matter.
" Zi Buyu, you are talking about supernatural powers and supernatural beings, so you can't believe in the theory of ghosts and gods. Besides, in my opinion, the Qin State has committed countless crimes. First, Bai Qi killed hundreds of thousands of people, causing blood to flow like a river. Then, Ying Zheng went on a campaign everywhere, causing countless deaths. If ghosts and gods really exist in this world, in my opinion, the first one to be destroyed would be the Qin State, and it would be impossible for the gods to reward them.”
Fu Nian shook his head when he heard the two's discussion. His thoughts were self-evident.
In the Yin-Yang School in Xianyang City, after the Moon Goddess had reported Ying Zheng's strange behavior, Eastern Emperor Taiyi heard the news that this Karen had heard.
Looking at the stars in the night sky, East Emperor Taiyi's eyes were deep.
"Daoist, Emperor Dong Hua?"
" Ying Zheng is not a fool. What is the purpose of this move…"
Donghuang Taiyi muttered to himself. The more Ying Zheng did something beyond his expectations, the more worried he became.
Mohist City of Traps.
At this moment, God Thief Gao Jianli and the snow maidens were still out on a mission while Duanmu Rong Yue 'er and Master Ban were healing Ge Nie.
The only people left in the City of Traps were the Mo family's magnate Yan Dan, the swordsmith Master Master Teacher Xu, and Big Iron Hammer.
Yan Dan was shocked when he heard the news from the State of Qin.
He had some understanding of Ying Zheng, but he didn't seem like the kind of person who would do such a thing.
Moreover, this matter was too mysterious. How could a Daoist god like the Shaoyang Emperor of the Eastern Purple Mansion exist in the world of immortals?
"Giant, what do you think?"
Teacher Xu asked softly when he saw Yan Dan's shocked expression.
Yan Dan shook his head. His expression under the bamboo hat was full of surprise.
Big Iron Hammer had a forthright personality. He clapped his hands and laughed.
"What else can we see? This Ying Zheng must be out of his mind. To be able to do such a thing, it has hurt his national strength. For our Mo Family, this is a good thing.”
"Besides, in my opinion, this Ying Zheng must have read a few strange books and yearned to become an immortal. Perhaps he also wanted to become an immortal and become a fatuous ruler!”
Master Xu nodded in agreement.
Yan Dan, on the other hand, was frowning. He knew Ying Zheng quite well, so he did not think that Ying Zheng had become so muddle-headed. He felt uneasy for some reason.
Three days later.
Zhao Gao was efficient in his work and carried out Ying Zheng's orders steadily. Within three days, he had already spread the statues of Prince of the East all over the streets and alleys of Xianyang City. He even built a statue of Prince of the East that was dozens of meters tall in the palace as a sacrificial offering.
Today, Ying Zheng woke up early and held the morning court session with a vigorous expression.
When all the officials of the imperial court gathered, he stood on the throne and spoke passionately.
"Beloved ministers, today I announce that we will hold a sacrificial ceremony. All officials of our dynasty, regardless of their official positions, must pay their respects to the respected God, Emperor Shaoyang of the Eastern Flower Purple Mansion.”
"Of course, I will be the commander and personally participate in this ceremony.”
As soon as these words were said, the court discussed animatedly, and all kinds of voices were endless.
"Why? Do you have anything to say?”
Ying Zheng looked at the crowd with a sharp face.
A strong sense of oppression assaulted his face. After a few days of cultivation, Ying Zheng's power had reached a new level, and even his might as an emperor had reached its peak.
Under this oppressive pressure, no one dared to have any objections. They knelt down and kowtowed in agreement.
Ying Zheng withdrew his pressure and said in a deep voice.
"Very good, then I announce that the sacrificial ceremony will now begin. All the civil and military officials will follow me.”
Ying Zheng walked out of the court, leading the civil and military officials behind him to the ten-meter-tall statue that Zhao Gao had built.
All kinds of sacrificial instruments and offerings were placed. The huge statue that symbolized the East King towered into the clouds, exuding a powerful aura.
Even Ying Zheng felt as tiny as an ant standing before it.
In fact, he was indeed as insignificant as an ant in front of Dong Wang Gong.
All the officials felt the terrifying pressure and their hair stood on end.
They had never thought that a mere holy statue could make them lose their composure like this.
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