Wei Yuan silently closed his phone.

He understood, he needed to give the old Daoist some time to catch his breath.

Then they could talk things over properly.

He had plenty of experience when it came to the 'speed of response from the Old Celestial Master.'

Besides, the old Daoist had played around so much when he was younger; he definitely had a strong heart.

Wei Yuan turned around, harboring the thought of finding a way to ask the First Emperor for the sword passed down through generations of the Mohist school later on. As he returned to the restaurant, his steps suddenly halted. He saw the First Emperor sitting there calmly. The restaurant, which hadn't had many people just now, was now filled with guests, mostly women.

They had gathered here for some unknown reason, their eyes shining as they looked at the king who was clearly in a high position.

The First Emperor sat there with a peaceful expression, surrounded by women who seemed to have the impulse to rush up and ask for his phone number, but were held back by some invisible force.

Wei Yuan was dumbfounded.

Your Majesty, did you learn some kind of charm skill?

This is even more potent than being born with a 'peach blossom fate' in your aura…

Wait…

Wei Yuan's lips twitched as he tried to use his knowledge of aura and the like to think.

If the aura of an emperor, the Emperor of the Ages, restrained its domineering oppression…

Could it also be something similar?

The owner was also standing beside him, dumbfounded. He scratched his head and said with emotion, "It's been years since it's been this lively! Bro, what does your boss do? Why don't you just have him come and sit here sometimes? I think I could open a branch in a few days. I'll give you guys a cut of the profits then?"

Are you using my Emperor as a human billboard?

If I agreed, I'd definitely be dragged back by those old Qin warriors from the Emperor's mausoleum.

And then there'd be a fistfight of love between old Qin people.

I feel like Zhang Han would crawl out of his terracotta figure even if he was dead.

And then stuff me back in.

Saying, you go back, I'll do it!

Wei Yuan's lips twitched. He walked in with steady steps and said, "Boss, I'm back."

He released a sliver of military *sha* (killing intent), and said:

"The matter has been arranged."

"Our people are there; it'll be resolved soon."

The coldness of the military *sha*, the deliberately misleading words, and someone's lack of understanding of romantic feelings finally made the attracted women grumble unhappily, muttering words like, "Caring so much, are you his bodyguard or something?" and leave.

Wei Yuan wiped away sweat.

The First Emperor didn't take these things to heart. Instead, he tasted the modern food. The refined flour and seasonings of the modern age, and the abundance of resources, were completely incomparable to the late Warring States period. He paused and said, "Can the common people also eat such food every day?"

Wei Yuan nodded.

The First Emperor said, "Good…"

"What is the yield of the grain?"

When Wei Yuan said a number that far exceeded the First Emperor's expectations, even this emperor who had established great achievements more than two thousand years ago couldn't help but reveal a strange look in his eyes. Then, he said, "It is a rare achievement. It must have taken a lot of effort. I… I once heard that the Zhou Emperor received an auspicious sign, a wheat ear with a very high yield…"

Wei Yuan said, "But such a yield is achieved by countless people who have spent almost their entire lives."

"This is not an auspicious sign bestowed by heaven. If I have to talk about an auspicious sign, then those who created these things are the auspicious signs of our Divine Land, allowing us to hold our destiny in our own hands."

The First Emperor nodded with a slight smile and said:

"Excellent."

"You have grown a lot compared to when you only knew swords."

After eating, Wei Yuan successfully obtained the First Emperor's identity certificate and bought a high-speed rail ticket with it. Sitting on the high-speed rail, experiencing the scenery on both sides rushing backward, the First Emperor learned from Wei Yuan that this was a vehicle that everyone could ride.

He finally had a real understanding of what kind of era this was.

"Governing the country with laws, and creating ingenious machines that benefit the people."

"Is this the era that the Mohists were looking forward to…"

"Almost like a dream in the era of the Great Qin. So, it has already become a reality."

Some people on the high-speed rail were reading, some were looking at the scenery outside, and most were playing with their phones.

Some children curiously looked at the dignified king.

But the king was not angry; he just returned a smile.

In the distance were steel jungles of buildings. Through the windows of the high-speed rail, one could see undulating streets and vehicles, lush trees, and vast plains. The emperor, who had once guarded Divine Land with his own body, had put down the burden of two thousand years ago and could therefore look at this era and Divine Land with a smile and composure.

"Truly interesting…"

……………………

The shores of the East Sea.

In a roar, divine nature howled, and was then suppressed by a golden palm.

A stream of light scattered in the distance, rushing directly into the territory of Divine Land.

The young monk in black stood on the sea, suddenly staggered, took half a step back, coughed up blood, and his face was pale. A hideous wound appeared on his chest, but his expression was still calm. He looked indifferently at the direction Xu Shi had left, and crushed the divine nature with his hand.

"You actually failed."

Fang Feng raised his hand to press down Dao Yan, frowned to help him deal with his injuries, and sarcastically said:

"Didn't you say that the Buddhist 'other-mind penetration' is unparalleled?"

Dao Yan's voice was calm, and said: "Techniques have no high or low, cultivation has high and low. After all, he is also considered a top cultivator. I cannot fully understand him. Before, I was just predicting his choice in advance, so I was able to take a step ahead and restrain him."

"But you miscalculated one step in the end."

"Yes… that was indeed something I did not expect." Dao Yan said: "I thought that the divine nature connected to his life was something he valued, but in the end, he would abandon his divine nature, exchange it for a sure-kill, and try to break free from me and rush to Divine Land."

Fang Feng frowned, thinking of the alchemist's crazy appearance, and said:

"Is it because of something he wants to get, or is he really brave?"

Dao Yan shook his head and said, "No…"

The leading Buddhist cultivator's voice was still calm: "It is fear."

"Fear?"

"Yes… there is something extremely frightening in his heart, so he has the illusory bubbles of the past, and the upside-down dreams of the present. He is attached to something, and this attachment is true fear. He seems brave and reckless, but in reality, he is like a dying person forced to the edge of a cliff."

"What a pity… he was also a true cultivator."

"One wrong thought, and all is lost."

"Amitabha…"

Fang Feng murmured these eight words of judgment, but did not say much. He looked at Dao Yan's pale face and said, "Since you have suffered serious injuries, stay here with me for now. Although you and I have had grudges, I don't want you to die outside."

"There aren't many old friends left anyway, one less is one less."

He turned around and walked into the house, sighing:

"When you are all dead, Divine Land will be a truly unfamiliar place to me."

"Have something to eat."

Dao Yan did not refuse this kindness.

He walked in and saw the porridge that was cooked to a pulp on the table, millet, rice, black rice, mung beans, red beans… all kinds of materials of different sizes, colors, and shapes, cooked to a pulp in a disordered manner. When he put it into the bowl with a spoon, the young monk's state of mind, which was free of attachment and penetration, was violently shaken.

He forcibly controlled himself not to look at the traces left by the porridge in the iron pot.

Dao Yan slowly exhaled and said, "Are you really being kind by keeping me here?"

"Of course!"

Fang Feng said righteously, and then took out a large pottery jar, and said, "There are some pickled vegetables made by someone before, the taste is not bad, it's good for porridge. You are a monk, you don't eat meat, so just eat this. Speaking of which, the Buddhist attitude towards Japanese pirates seems very direct."

"When the Japanese pirates invaded the border, Buddhist disciples also took action."

Dao Yan shifted his gaze away from the porridge and said quietly: "Otherwise, where do you think the characteristic of the long sticks commonly used by Buddhist disciples, with copper-clad iron at both ends, comes from?"

Fang Feng was stunned, and then thought of the stories of the monk soldiers, using wooden sticks for strengthening the body could only cause muscle and bone injuries, so it was said that Buddhism was compassionate, while the Japanese pirates were fierce and liked to commit suicide. Many monks were injured or even died, so those monks were annoyed, compassion your grandma's compassion.

It is true compassion for this monk to send you to see the Buddha.

Later, steel materials were used to wrap the two ends of the Buddhist staff.

When encountering Japanese pirates, Buddhist disciples held the end of the stick and smashed it heavily with a 'Ten Thousand Buddhas Adoration'.

The heads of the Japanese pirates would directly explode.

The only bad thing was that they were complained about more when exchanging silver.

Fang Feng put the pickle jar back. When he came out to take a look, the corners of his mouth twitched. He saw that the young monk's eyes were calm, and the pickles on the table were neatly stacked into a piece. The peppers inside were all picked out, and arranged from small to large. The young monk looked peaceful and comfortable as he exhaled.

"Amitabha…"

……………………

Emperor's Mausoleum.

Xu Shi hid his face, restrained his aura, and finally rushed here.

With his strength, if he abandoned his face and ignored the possible problems afterwards, quietly entering Divine Land from the peripheral area would indeed be difficult to be discovered immediately. The territory of Divine Land was too vast. The more he hurried on his way, the stronger the sense of restlessness in his heart became. But when Xu Shi arrived at the Emperor's Mausoleum, he learned that a major casualty and disappearance event had occurred during the development of the Emperor's Mausoleum, and it was now completely sealed off.

Xu Shi's expression changed slightly. He used his alchemic arts, found the researchers who had participated in it, directly used his alchemic arts to dissolve the researchers' resistance, and sternly asked, "What did you see in the Emperor's Mausoleum?!"

The researcher's eyes were blank, and he murmured:

"…Nothing."

"What?!"

Xu Fu was stunned, and then a huge sense of unwillingness and panic arose.

This represented the unknown.

And the greatest fear of mankind is the unknown.

Sometimes, even if he obtained some powerful means left by the First Emperor, he would not have such a long-lasting sense of panic.

He asked more than a dozen people in a row, but all received the same answer.

Nothing.

Xu Shi staggered backward, looking at one of the twelve bronze statues still guarding the place. It was impossible that nothing had happened inside. The decisiveness when he rushed over in one go gradually collapsed. He tried his best to break through the fear of more than two thousand years, and finally punched down, but fell into an even greater void, just like the Emperor back then.

Unfathomable, unknowable.

His preparations and arrangements were almost like a joke.

His hands and feet gradually turned cold, and a dazed fear secretly grew in his eyes. Xu Shi took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions.

No matter what!

Since he had already come to Divine Land.

He had to find out what exactly happened in the Emperor's Mausoleum, and what kind of follow-up the First Emperor had left behind.

Then, he would break with the past…

ps: Today's second update... 3200 words.

Thanks to the薰死的臭臭 for the grand reward, thank you~