The matter of the demon star is indeed related to the gods in the sky...
The night wind blew in through the window lattice. The lights that illuminated the room swayed in the wind, reflecting the silent faces.
Lu Liangsheng turned his head slightly and looked at the warm yellow wick. Couldn't all these things in his mind be completely connected one by one
"I have heard from my mother about the struggle for the throne of the emperor. Your Majesty is really courageous! But I heard that your Majesty only wants immortality."
"Immortality is only a way to deceive the gods in heaven, so that they will think that I am just an ordinary person who is obsessed with magic."
The scholar's words "Your Majesty" made Ying Zheng's mouth almost split to the back of his head. He nodded with satisfaction. He had not heard such a flattering title for many years. He seemed quite happy and his tone was much better than before.
"… In order to regain the power of the Emperor, the Emperor's Seal must be recast…"
In his joy, the following words came out of his mouth, but he suddenly reacted, stopped talking, moved his flippers, and spoke again.
"I won't talk about the rest. Now that I meet you, it's fate." When Ying Zheng said, "I'm not such a cruel person," the Taoist beside him interrupted and muttered, "You've killed a lot of people."
"Don't interrupt!"
Ying Zheng turned his face to the toad, glared at him with eyes wide open: "Back off!"
Looking at a big toad standing upright with its white belly bulging and its webbed feet on its back, and making a scolding tone and expression, Hong Lian, Zhu Ganglie, and Lu Pan bit their lips hard, their faces turning red, to prevent themselves from laughing out loud.
Ying Zheng, who had the body of a Toad Taoist, turned his eyes away from the Taoist, snorted and glanced at them, turned around with his flippers clasped behind his back, walked to the window with his robe open, and slightly raised his flat chin.
"I have worked hard to govern the country, carrying on the legacy of my fathers, and unified the nine provinces of the world, standardized the wheel gauge and the writing system, and built the Great Wall as the backbone of China. How can I allow you to laugh at me like this, Lu Liangsheng!"
After a pause, he called the scholar's name. Lu Liangsheng, who was sitting at the desk, nodded and replied softly, "Your Majesty, please speak."
Ying Zheng turned around with a look of approval in his eyes.
"I have gathered the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors and called myself the emperor. I have used the method of dying but keeping my soul alive to avoid the end of my life and have lived until now. I still have an army at my disposal, but I need some talented people to help me get back the magic weapon I have hidden and take back the power of the emperor. You no longer have to follow the restriction that people who practice Taoism cannot use magic to interfere with the change of dynasties, and you don't have to worry about being a national teacher. I promise that you will be the prime minister forever, second only to the emperor and above everyone else!"
Lu Liangsheng frowned slightly, shook out his sleeves, stretched out his hand, and a square iron whip appeared in his palm, and the other was the black token with a ghost face.
"Your Majesty, the magic weapons you mentioned are these two?"
Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, staring at the two things in the scholar's hands, then he spread his webbed feet and rushed over, his tongue hanging in excitement. He reached forward with his webbed feet, but missed, and almost lost his balance, stumbling and falling under the table.
The scholar put the things back into Qiankun's sleeves and gently pushed them. The toad-like Ying Zheng then sat back on the edge of the table, staring at Lu Liangsheng with his eyes wide open, and shouted, "This Mountain-Driving Whip and the Yin Talisman belong to me! Return them to me quickly, and I will pretend that your transgression never happened!"
"Your Majesty, the Second Emperor of the Qin Dynasty has perished." The Taoist couldn't help but interrupt and said something else.
Ying Zheng was so angry that he stamped his feet several times and waved his fists vigorously: "Shut up!!"
After a hysterical roar, the sound suddenly stopped. Ying Zheng pursed his lips tightly, shook twice in a state of dismay, sat down on a book not far away, and murmured: "As long as I am still here, the Great Qin will still be here. As long as I am not dead, the Great Qin will not perish... will not perish..."
Lu Liangsheng looked at him, his frown relaxed, and the doubts in his heart were basically cleared up. As for whether the Qin Dynasty was still there, he didn't care at all. The change of dynasties was frequent. It was impossible for him to help him regain the throne and take back the power of the emperor just because he was the first emperor...
Well, the power of the Emperor may be taken back.
However, he temporarily put this idea aside. What he was concerned about now was his master. Ying Zheng's soul and consciousness were dominant, but he didn't know what would happen to his master. After all, it was different from being possessed by a ghost in an ordinary person.
"Your Majesty can wake up from Master's body, so what will happen to my Master?"
Over there, the short, dispirited figure seemed to have heard nothing. He just moved his mouth and muttered to himself, still immersed in the Taoist's attack just now and hadn't recovered.
"How could he die? How could he die?"
"Master, the Taoist priest made stir-fried frogs!"
Lu Liangsheng suddenly shouted, and Ying Zheng, who was sitting there in a daze, suddenly raised his toad face and blinked his big eyes.
"Where is it? Is it delicious?"
“Hahaha, you say you’re the emperor, but you love to eat so much?” The Taoist covered his stomach and laughed as he fell onto the bed. Then he sat up again and pointed at the other person: “You’re just like that old toad.”
Ying Zheng propped himself up on his knees, stomped on the table and walked to the edge, saying in a serious tone: "What's so funny about this? Can't I have a desire for food? Forget it, let's stop talking about this today."
He looked at the scholar.
"Lu Liangsheng, you might as well think carefully about what I just said. I hope you can give me a reply next time I come out!"
After saying that, he sat down on the book, his whole body trembled, his face moved rapidly, his head suddenly drooped, and he remained motionless. Everyone looked at each other and whispered.
"Leaving now?"
"… Do you believe what he said?" "I don't really believe it, but it seems to make sense and there are no loopholes."
Amid the sound of people whispering, the Taoist reached out to poke the toad that was lying motionless with its head drooping. Before his finger reached out, the short figure over there moved, slowly raised his face, yawned, looked at the people in front of him with sleepy eyes, and blinked.
"Why are you looking at me like this?"
Lu Pan, Lu Qing, the Taoist priest, and Hong Lian looked at each other, then asked in a low voice, "Toad?"
"Nonsense, how can you call me like this in front of me!" The Toad Taoist's eyes widened, and the two fish whiskers at the corners of his mouth blew up: "Back then, when I traveled across mountains and rivers, looking down on the Taoists everywhere, no one dared to call me like this..."
In the voice, Lu Liangsheng suddenly said: "Master, what do you think is wrong?"
The Toad Taoist was stunned for a moment, rubbed the fish whiskers, rolled his eyes up to feel it for a moment, and nodded seriously: "One thing, I feel a little hungry, and I even dreamed of stir-fried frogs."
"It seems to be an old toad. Let's go."
The Taoist yawned, stood up and waved to the others: "It's getting late, let's go back to our rooms and sleep, there's no show to watch."
The room was suddenly empty, and people went out in twos and threes to go back to their rooms. Toad suddenly sat on the edge of the table and looked at his apprentice in confusion, "Liangsheng, what's going on?"
"Let's talk about it tomorrow. Master is taking a rest."
After a night, Lu Liangsheng felt a little tired. If he started talking, it might take until dawn. It would be better to wait until tomorrow when he could sort out everything.
He took off his Qilin cloak and without blowing out the oil lamp, he called Hong Lian and Qi You and lay down on the couch. Only Toad Taoist was left sitting there, looking at his sleeping disciple and the two girls who were going to the bookshelves and scrolls, frowning and rubbing his chin.
I just woke up, why am I sleeping again now
… What on earth happened? It’s so weird. Please explain it to me. How can I sleep well? !