Chapter 115 Section 1 Disillusionment

More than 460 fresh lives were not exchanged for Yingzheng's peace of mind.His well-cultivated warlock team has been severely damaged after this battle.But his majestic and incomparable emperor's spirit also suffered heavy injuries. When the 460 or so warlocks gradually became silent under the burial of dust, what Ying Zheng felt was not an instant pleasure, but a deep disappointment.It turned out that these self-proclaimed psychics, these people who claimed to be the closest to the immortal, died just like ordinary people, without showing any supernatural powers. For a long time, Yingzheng has regarded the search for immortals and the elixir of immortality as his ultimate personal pursuit, and even placed it above the country.But now, he had to think about a question, that is, are there really immortals and immortal medicines in this world?

Once, he didn't think it was a problem at all.At that time, he was full of confidence and determined to win.Although before him, King Qiwei, King Qixuan, and King Yanzhao also tried to seek immortality and medicine, and they all ended in failure, how could these three be compared with him!King Qiwei, King Qixuan, and King Yanzhao are just princes of one side, and it is appropriate for them not to be favored and cherished by immortals.And he Yingzheng is today's emperor, the ruler of the world.His great achievements are beyond the reach of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors.Even if a celestial being descends to earth, at most he can stand against him, but cannot surpass him.

The Yellow Emperor fought and learned from immortals. Later, the dragon descended from the sky to welcome the Yellow Emperor back to the sky.What the Yellow Emperor could do, Ying Zheng must also be able to do it. After several failures in seeking immortality, Ying Zheng's confidence remained firm.Immortals and elixir of immortality should be somewhere in this world, as long as you work hard, there is no reason why they cannot be found by him. In this way, he is constantly disappointed and hopeful.Until Hou Sheng and Lu Sheng absconded in fear of crime, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's camel's back, shaking him completely, and he began to doubt the absurdity of immortality and the nothingness of gods.

The fox blames the trap, not himself.Yingzheng was fooled by the warlock collectively, and he didn't reflect on himself. Since the warlock cheated him, he cheated the warlock in turn, thinking it was revenge after his dream was shattered. And before his dream was shattered, he had imagined such an exciting scene countless times: those warlocks were running back from the sea, staggering and shouting all the way: I found it, I found it!Report to the emperor, the immortal and the elixir of immortality have been found! At that time, how will he choose?Do you choose to become a fairy, or choose not to die?Ho, what a happy trouble.

Become a fairy, and live in the heavenly palace from now on?Oh, no, you can't go to the world with your hands, and endure the celibacy?He cannot abandon his people, he cannot leave his empire.Moreover, Mr. Baishi said, "Can the sky be more joyful than the human world? But don't let yourself grow old and dead! There are many supreme beings in the sky, and it is even more difficult to serve each other in the world." Therefore, instead of becoming an ordinary member of many immortals, it is better to choose eternal life and enjoy the wealth of the emperor forever in the world.The matter of immortality has been decided, and there is no worry about dying suddenly.From then on, he will grow old without fading, see for a long time, come from any source, can't be hurt by cold, temperature, wind and damp, can't be offended by ghosts, gods and spirits, can't be attacked by five soldiers and a hundred poisons, can live longer than the heaven and earth, and be as bright as the sun and the moon.Climb to Penglai, look far and wide, touch the sun with your hands, and touch the blue sky, what a pleasure!

Longing is wonderful, but Ying Zheng also knows that immortality and immortality are not easy to find.Those who can make ghosts are money.Those who can make gods are sincere.Although he is an emperor, his power and wealth cannot bring him the most substantial help in seeking immortality. To impress the proud gods, he must show enough sincerity.Although he did not "work hard, go deep into the mountains, beg gods, abandon two parents, donate flesh and blood, cut grains, discard poems and books, recite the treasures of heaven and earth, and seek the way of immortality" like the poor, but as an emperor, he is confident. Already extremely humble, enough to satisfy the gods in heaven.

However, the gods never came. If there are really no immortals, if there is really no elixir... Ying Zheng hardly dares to think about it.Could it be that, with his emperor's honor, he can only bow his knees to the god of death? The ancients said that death and life are also great, so it is not painful!Ying Zheng fantasized about his own inevitable annihilation, and couldn't help but burst into tears with grief. Looking back on his life, he is fully qualified to look down on the past and the present, and look forward to his own glory.Press the sword to the east, and the princes gallop west.Flatten the world, share the same rules, Huashan is the city, and Ziyuan is the pond.Set up the turtle as a beam, and patrol the sea to the right to send off the sun.Such a winning government has never existed in previous lives, nor in future generations.

However, what's the point of all this since you can't die?Since he cannot die, what is the difference between him and a flesh man?Live in the world, day by day, like a cow leading a sheep to a butcher's house, with every step, death is approaching.Even if there is the technique of longevity, so what?Xie Quan is a thousand years old, and Peng Zu is seven hundred years old, so he must die. Since ancient times, everyone has died, and everyone swallows their voices with hatred.Immediately died, the beauty was once, and the jade was buried in the poor spring.Moss accumulates a net, how about loneliness?Seeing that the youth is gone, it hurts a lot of generations and hates it.

Year after year, industrious Death, drives his wagon and plow over the bones.Sad husband, one day, he, Yingzheng, will also be reduced to food for ants under the nine springs, and will eventually merge with the dust.And on his tomb, the spring grass is twilight and the autumn wind is frightening, and the autumn wind is blowing and the spring grass is growing.Infinite cold, infinite eternity.