"This was given to me by the young master?"
Kong Jia examined the brocade pouch in his hand with a puzzled look in his eyes.
Ying Zheng's gaze turned deep. "He said it shouldn't be opened unless absolutely necessary, otherwise it would be a waste."
Kong Jia nodded, "I will keep it in mind."
He was well aware of the little guy's prowess; the little guy could instantly discern the secrets and incantations that he himself could not break through despite his best efforts.
Based on this one incident alone, he could conclude that the little guy must be an extraordinary figure, otherwise he could never have done such a thing.
The things given by such a powerful figure are definitely treasures, and he naturally cherishes them greatly.
The carriage stopped, and a voice came from outside, "Teacher, we've arrived."
Kong Jia stepped down from the carriage and then lifted the curtain for Ying Zheng, who then also stepped down from the carriage.
What comes into view is a majestic mountain, shrouded in mist and surrounded by birds, like a fairyland.
High in the mountains, one can see babbling streams and wooden houses in the distance, elegant and unassuming, which perfectly matches the temperament of a Confucian scholar.
This is the stronghold of Confucianism. The Confucian scholars who can live here are all of a certain level. Even Ying Zheng is here for the first time.
Kong Jia walked ahead and respectfully said, "This old man will lead the way for Your Majesty."
Ying Zheng nodded slightly and followed behind Kong Jia, heading up the mountain.
Wang Jian followed closely behind.
Before long, Kong Jia led Ying Zheng into a house halfway up the mountain. The courtyard was decorated with artificial hills and flowing water, red bricks and jade tiles, and was very elegant.
Upon entering the courtyard, one finds it bustling with activity, with many scholars moving about and setting out food, creating the atmosphere of a grand banquet.
Kong Jia frowned, looking at everyone with a puzzled expression. "What are you doing?"
He doesn't recall giving any orders to hold a banquet.
One of the Confucian scholars spotted Kong Jia and shouted, "Teacher, the teacher is back!"
He then bowed deeply to Kong Jia, saying, "Greetings, teacher!"
The sound quickly attracted everyone's attention. All the Confucian scholars saw Kong Jia, turned around in unison, and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Teacher!"
A scholar approached, bowed, and said, "Why didn't you let us know you were coming back, Master? Qingshan could have led the other disciples to welcome you."
This scholar was tall and wore a loose blue scholar's robe. He had bright eyes and gave people a feeling of warmth and comfort.
Despite his refined demeanor, his eyes held a sharp edge, giving him an aura that commanded respect.
Kong Jia looked up at the green mountains and asked, "What are we doing?"
Aoyama cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Teacher, we are celebrating."
Kong Jia was even more puzzled, "Celebrating what?"
Qingshan said, "Disciple has found someone who can help Junior Brother."
Kong Jia was taken aback. "The people who helped Dugu Hai?"
He was well aware of the power of the Soul Reaper; ordinary cultivators simply could not contend with him. Kong Jia had been searching for him for many years, but had never found him.
It wasn't until he met Ying Ziyu in Xianyang that Kong Jia felt a glimmer of hope and asked Ying Zheng about it.
On the surface, it was a deal with Ying Zheng, but in reality, he was betting on Ying Ziyu. He believed that Ying Ziyu was so powerful that he wouldn't just stand by and watch Ying Zheng get hurt, which is why he dared to make such a decision.
But today, a disciple of Qingshan said he had found it, which surprised Kong Jia greatly.
With a smile on his face, Qingshan replied, "Hanshan Temple has agreed to help. The abbot will personally intervene. That abbot has cultivated the Arhat Golden Body and his Taoist cultivation is unfathomable. Junior Brother is saved this time!"
Kong Jia's expression shifted slightly, "Hanshan Temple?"
He was also aware of the reputation of Hanshan Temple. Their cultivation methods were somewhat similar to those of Confucianism, and they relied on the righteous energy of heaven and earth to become stronger, which went against the way of evil.
However, Hanshan Temple and Confucianism have never had any interaction, so it was unexpected that they would lend a helping hand.
Ying Zheng's gaze darkened slightly. "Are you sure those old bald monks who can't distinguish right from wrong can really help you?"
Ying Zheng did not have a high opinion of Hanshan Temple.
In his view, those guys were nothing more than a group of foolish monks with shallow cultivation. Based on that kind of shallow understanding, no matter how much they cultivated, their strength would be limited.
Qingshan's eyes darkened slightly, and he retorted, "This is the result I've worked so hard for, what do you know?!"
He had put in a lot of effort to get this done, and Ying Zheng's immediate rebuttal made Qingshan feel like he had lost face.
Ying Zheng's eyes turned cold, and he snapped, "Who gave you the audacity to speak to me like that?!"
With a slight anger, his powerful imperial majesty spread out, and his terrifying aura instantly pressed down on the green mountains, like an endless ocean, with overwhelming momentum.
Qingshan was suddenly intimidated by such a powerful aura, and his earlier imposing manner vanished instantly.
With just a glance, he realized that the person in front of him was someone he could not contend with, and if he forced himself to oppose him, he would undoubtedly be the one to suffer in the end.
"I?"
Upon hearing this title, Qingshan's eyes widened, and he looked at Ying Zheng with surprise and uncertainty, already guessing his identity.
Who else in the world would dare to call himself "朕" (Zhen, meaning "I" or "the Emperor"), besides the legendary emperor who unified six kingdoms and struck fear into the hearts of all?
Kong Jia shouted angrily, "How dare you be disrespectful to His Majesty! Apologize!"
Now that he has witnessed the true strength of the Qin Dynasty, he naturally understands that the Qin Dynasty is no longer the weak Qin Dynasty that it was before after unifying the six kingdoms.
Faced with the unfathomable strength of the Great Qin, not only Qingshan, but even he dared not easily offend it.
Upon hearing this, Qingshan quickly cupped his hands in apology, "I was blind and ignorant, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"
Ying Zheng's status was enough to crush him, not to mention Kong Jia's obvious attitude.
Kong Jia's current strong stance in defending Ying Zheng is a far cry from his previous attitude. Qingshan isn't stupid; he can clearly see that something fishy is going on.
Ying Zheng ignored him and walked straight into the courtyard. "I want to see if those bald monks from Hanshan Temple can really help you."
Upon hearing this, Kong Jia's gaze darkened slightly, and he followed Ying Zheng's steps.
Before he had taken more than a few steps, a figure appeared in front of him, blocking Ying Zheng's path.
He was the abbot of Hanshan Temple.
He was dressed in a golden kasaya, his hands clasped together, "Amitabha, I never expected to meet His Majesty here."
Ying Zheng gave him a cold look and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect to run into a bald monk here. My good mood for the day is ruined."
The abbot of Hanshan Temple said calmly, “His Majesty’s words are sharp and imply anger, which will harm his health.”
Ying Zheng said with a stern face, "I am in perfect health. Even if you turn into ashes, I will be fine."
Upon hearing this, the abbot of Hanshan Temple put away his smile, his gaze turning slightly cold. "I'm afraid it's inappropriate for Your Majesty to speak like this."
Ying Zheng snorted coldly, "You, a lowly and foolish monk, dare to speak properly to me?"
Their eyes met, and lightning seemed to crackle in the void, as if a great battle was about to break out.
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