After hearing these words from me, Qin Shihuang's eyes froze in vain, looking straight at me, and then said word by word: "Do you really want to know? Do you really want to know?"

"Barring, don't you want to know what I'm standing here? It's better to go and wash it clean. When Xu Fu comes down, he will take the initiative to offer the chrysanthemums. Maybe he will have a chance to survive." Wang Xiaopang cursed in a muttering manner.

Sun Guofu and others also focused their attention and looked at Qin Shihuang and said, "Although I don't know what happened to you, I can see from the fight on the lake just now that your strength is obviously stronger than Xu Fu. Since you can pretend to be defeated, what they said is right, you are really asking for death. But if this is true, then I don't understand. Since you are going to die, why do you have to do so many things that are harmful to nature? Aren't you afraid of falling into the eighteenth level of hell after death?"

"Eighteenth level hell?" Qin Shihuang laughed, then turned his head, looked at his blood-stained robe, slowly opened his mouth, and said, "Is this situation in my current situation not as good as torture in hell?"

"If you want to say it, just say it quickly, don't hesitate." Fatty Wang cursed fiercely.

"Oh!" Qin Shihuang sighed and said, "Why are people in the world so impatient?"

It would be fine if he didn't say this, but it seemed like igniting the explosives in Fatty Wang's heart. Suddenly, Fatty Wang jumped up with a "rubbing" sound, and then shouted: "You are not in a hurry? You have lived for thousands of years, and even Sun Wukong's monkey nature has become Tang Monk. But we are different, we can't afford to wait."

"Fatty, shut up and let him continue talking." Sun Guofu interrupted Fatty Wang's behavior of continuing to curse, and then pulled him aside.

Qin Shihuang half-squinted his eyes, sighing, as if he was thinking about where to start to speak to us. After a while, he slowly opened his mouth.

"It was probably thousands of years ago. At that time, I was just an ordinary child, but I was only five or six years old, and I was carefree all day long. I didn't know that there were two words "suffering" in this world. Later, my father took me to visit Lingjiu Mountain, and I was fortunate to be accepted as a disciple by the high priest of the Moon Worshiping Sect."

The Zhongfu mentioned by Qin Shihuang here actually refers to Lu Buwei. I don’t care much about these. The only thing that surprised me was that the Moon Worship Sect actually existed thousands of years ago, and the world-famous Qin Shihuang actually walked out of the Moon Worship Sect.

According to Qin Shihuang's words, we then realized that the high priests of the Moon Worship Sect occasionally accepted disciples, taught some magic secrets, and guided them to peek into the mystery of the world. But those disciples could hardly touch the throne of the priest - because the master was eternal, and mortals would eventually die of old age. Those disciples often only served as messengers of the Moon Worship Sect for their whole lives. In the later period, Qin Shihuang learned from the many disciples of the Master that the high priest had lived in the world for many years, as if he had lived until now since Pangu's founding of the world, and had no death or injury, no pain or illness.

Looking at the surprised eyes of all of us, Qin Shihuang smiled knowingly, and then said again: "One day, I walked past the corridor in front of the master's door and saw an old man, who was probably in his eighties or nineties, kneeling in front of his room, shouting the word "Master". At that time, I just found it funny, thinking in my heart that it seems that it is better to live longer. At least there is always some novel fun to watch, and even have such an old junior. Perhaps my laughter alarmed the master, and he opened the door and stared at me."

"Ying Zheng, what are you laughing at?"

Qin Shihuang heard the master's inquiry at this moment, lowered his head and replied: "The disciple is laughing at himself, laughing at himself as a mortal, but has a master of the same level as the gods."

"God-level?" The high priest sneered, flicked his sleeves, turned his head to leave, "If I give you a chance, will you think of replacing me and becoming a god?"

Qin Shihuang was stunned, and a chill suddenly crawled all over his body. He did not dare to answer, but turned several turns with the priest's footsteps.

"Lu Buwei sent you here. On the surface, you are a child's character and want me to teach you more ways to deal with things. In fact, you are in the imperial family and are very ambitious at a young age. One day, when you leave here and return to Qin, will you be confused by the world and want to stay in the world for a long time?"

After listening to the master's words, Qin Shihuang's originally quiet state of mind was disrupted.

He was born in the harem and knew the extremely luxurious life of the emperor and yearned for him deeply. However, he himself knew that the person who was really in power in the court at this time was not his father, King Zhuangxiang of Qin, but his father, Lu Buwei. The reason why he was sent here was because Lu Buwei wanted to stay away from the capital and could not cultivate his own power, and then he would become a puppet emperor.

At that moment, a cold electric light flashed in Qin Shihuang's tender eyes.

Walking silently through the grass beside the holy lake, the high priest suddenly spoke again: "Ying Zheng, how long have you been following me?"

"Six years!" Qin Shihuang answered respectfully.

"It's only so short..." The high priest suddenly smiled, a little surprised, "You are really the most talented disciple I have ever seen. It seems that my vision is still right, and my origin is simply unremarkable. Although you were born noble, everyone thinks that you are floating in your heart, but now, among all my disciples, who can compare with you?"

Qin Shihuang lowered his head and replied respectfully: "Ying Zheng will never forget the recreation of his master."

"What are you doing? I'm not asking you to be grateful, I just want to comfort my eyesight-" The high priest smiled, turned around and ignored his disciples, looked at the sky, and asked again, "You ask yourself, how much money have you learned now?"

Qin Shihuang was stunned for a moment, but he didn't know how to answer for a while. After a long time, he said, "Disciple doesn't know."

"I don't know?" The high priest's eyes turned stern.

"The master is like a god. The disciple cannot guess at all, let alone estimate it." Qin Shihuang looked up at the priest in white clothes flying by the holy lake and answered sincerely. His tender eyes instantly, not knowing whether it was shame or loss.

"Oh?" The high priest suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, thinking, "If I can really kill me, it will be time to inherit the throne of priests?"

Before the surprised Qin Shihuang reacted, the high priest laughed, flicked his sleeves and turned around and left. He was as arrogant and confident as usual, with a domineering and decisive attitude and determination that he could not question the intervening.
Chapter completed!