The concept of a born saint begins with Strange Tales from Liaozhai.

Not only because the previous events were too unbelievable, but also because of the man's words and demeanor, which made him unconsciously believe him.

Apart from Zhao Zheng, the First Emperor of Qin, who else in the world could possess such a majestic and awe-inspiring imperial presence?

As Kang Lao recounted the story, Zhao Ying and the others also came to their senses.

Yes, if the person in front of us is really Emperor Qin Shi Huang, how could he have fallen to this state and become a terracotta figure on a bronze chariot?

Upon hearing Kang Lao's question, Ying Zheng was somewhat dazed, recalling some things.

Recalling the cause and effect, a fierce rage suddenly flared in his eyes, and an invisible imperial aura surged and spread around him, pressing down on Zhao Ying and the others, making them hold their breath and fall silent as if they were cicadas in winter, not daring to move in the slightest.

“That vixen…”

Under the questioning gazes of Zhao Ying and the others, Ying Zheng directly told them that the remnants of the six states had tried to assassinate him, but because of the divine power of the God-King, they were unable to kill him. So they found a sorceress who knew witchcraft and told her about how she had turned him into a terracotta figurine.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ying and others, Guan Jun and Kang Fan, were shocked.

The inclusion of gods, immortality, and witchcraft is truly contrary to their values.

Is this scientific?

Zhao Ying, in particular, couldn't help but twitch as she recalled what had happened not long ago.

Not long ago, when she was talking about the contents of the Records of the Grand Historian, she reminded the audience that this section of the record was considered to be a mythical account, and that everyone should just listen to it as a story and not take it seriously.

So now they've been proven wrong?

Zhao Ying subconsciously asked, "The Records of the Grand Historian states that you once inquired about the future of the Divine Lord."

"The Divine Lord once said that in the next two thousand years, everyone will have enough to eat, and they will be able to make carts out of metal and stone that can travel a thousand miles a day. There will also be iron birds that carry people and fly up into the heavens. Is this true?"

Upon hearing these words, Ying Zheng frowned slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

He glanced at Zhao Ying, a puzzled look on his face. "Why would you ask such a question, woman? Of course it's true, what's the problem?"

Upon hearing this, not only was Zhao Ying dumbfounded, but Kang Lao and Xie Nao were also speechless with disbelief.

Doesn't this mean that the deity really foresaw the present more than two thousand years from now?

What kind of divine power is this?

At this moment, Ying Zheng seemed to remember something, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes. He asked, "Let me ask you all, now that we are in the future, have all the words spoken by the Divine Lord in the past come true?"

Zhao Ying swallowed and said, "Your Majesty, the 'cart made of metal and stone, traveling a thousand miles a day' that you mentioned is what we now call cars and high-speed trains."

"Cars can travel on the ground at amazing speeds, covering hundreds of miles in a few hours. High-speed rail is even faster, allowing people to cross the entire country in a single day."

"And the iron bird that carries people in flight, we call it an airplane. Airplanes can fly to an altitude of 10,000 meters, fly over the ocean, and carry people between heaven and earth!"

"Most of us can eat our fill now, as the God said..."

She didn't say anything more.

However, Ying Zheng understood her meaning, and his eyes revealed deep awe and amazement.

The divine power of the Lord is indeed extraordinary!

Even after more than two thousand years, it is still breathtaking!

Chapter 147 Ying Zheng's Experience in the Modern Era

When he first heard the deity recount these things, he couldn't believe it. But now, in this later era, the things he couldn't believe have actually come true!

In particular, as the woman uttered words like "car," "high-speed rail," and "airplane," some information about these things automatically surfaced in his mind.

It was as if some being had sealed some memories in his mind to help him adapt to this era quickly.

Ying Zheng had some guesses about this being.

His eyes showed gratitude and awe.

At this moment.

After much internal struggle, Zhao Ying finally couldn't hold back and cautiously began to speak.

"Your Majesty, this is now more than two thousand years in the future, and the Qin Dynasty has long since perished. What do you plan to do next?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the scene fell silent, and even the sound of breathing became clearly audible.

Everyone unconsciously tensed up, becoming inexplicably nervous.

These words are far too sensitive; no one knows what thoughts this First Emperor, who has been asleep for millennia and has now been resurrected, might have.

Ying Zheng's gaze was deep as he looked intently at the man, who was lying in a daze. "I shall first go to Wushan and set up an altar to worship the God of Wushan, to thank him for the great grace he bestowed upon me in granting me immortality and reversing the cycle of life and death."

Is this a sacrifice to the God of Wushan?

Zhao Ying and the others were stunned, their hearts filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Even though they had witnessed the terracotta figures come to life and heard the ancient tales, and most of them believed that the person in front of them was the real Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, deep down they still found it hard to accept that gods really existed in this world.

Upon hearing that His Majesty the First Emperor was going to personally go to Wushan to worship the legendary deity, their hearts leaped with a mixture of curiosity and doubt.

Do gods truly exist in this world?

If the First Emperor, who lived for over two thousand years, went to pay homage, would the God of Wushan really respond to him?

After discussing it with Ying Zheng, they decided to go to Wushan in five days.

Not only them, but as time went by, through consulting ancient books, various skilled netizens also analyzed the specific location of Wushan.

In a short period of time, a large number of people took high-speed rail and airplanes to the city where Wushan is located.

The large number of people caused traffic congestion.

During these five days, accompanied and guided by Zhao Ying and others, Ying Zheng personally experienced modern life more than two thousand years later.

Zhao Ying and her group took him to try all sorts of modern delicacies. The bubbling, bright red hot pot was filled with a fragrant and spicy aroma that wafted into his nostrils. Ying Zheng picked up his chopsticks, nodded slightly, and couldn't help but sigh.

"This dish is warm and intense, with a complex flavor that far surpasses the imperial cuisine I once enjoyed in the palace!"

There were also crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside hamburgers and refreshingly cool ice cream, both novel and sweet. After tasting them, he raised an eyebrow and exclaimed in surprise.

"Such sweet and icy snacks can be enjoyed freely by people of later generations?"

Zhao Ying smiled and nodded in agreement. Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng was also amazed, feeling that the prosperity of people's lives in later generations far exceeded his past imagination.

Of course, what he didn't know was that if it weren't for his strong vitality, he would have already sprung up and become a jetpack soldier, jettisoned to the moon.

What shocked Ying Zheng even more were those wondrous objects that seemed to possess the power of immortals.

Zhao Ying handed him her small phone and demonstrated how to make video calls and browse news from around the world.

Seeing the figures on the screen, Ying Zheng could hear their voices and see their faces. With a light touch of his fingertips, he connected thousands of miles away, his eyes filled with surprise.

He murmured in amazement, "This thing, within its small size, can allow one to meet people a thousand miles away and know everything that happens in the world. It is truly miraculous!"

During this process, Zhao Ying also showed him something interesting, a reference to an old scam text message.

Looking at the information displayed on his phone, Ying Zheng understood the meaning of the words automatically without Zhao Ying reading them aloud.

"Hello, I am Qin Shi Huang. I am not actually dead, but have been in a deep sleep. Now I want to resurrect 100,000 terracotta warriors and once again rule the world. I urgently need a sum of money to start this great undertaking!"

"Transfer 5000 yuan to this account to help me restore the country. You will be credited with the greatest contribution. When I conquer the world, I will make you a prince and reward you with a province!"

Ying Zheng found it both infuriating and amusing.

"This madman's outrageous words have gone too far!"

Then, he also sent such a text message to someone.

Soon, the reply from the other side was the word "neurotic".

Once he boarded the smooth, speeding car, with the scenery rushing past the window and the car moving at breakneck speed without the need for oxen or horses, Ying Zheng's feelings were complicated.

"This chariot made of metal and stone is indeed as the divine lord said, capable of traveling a thousand miles a day without a doubt..."

With each new and strange thing he encountered, Ying Zheng's amazement deepened, and his emotions became increasingly complex and difficult to calm.

He stood amidst the bustling traffic, looking up at the towering buildings reaching into the clouds, watching the endless stream of people on the streets, his eyes filled with scenes that overturned his preconceived notions.

Electric lights, city night view...

He could hardly believe that in just over two thousand years, the world had changed so drastically.

If he hadn't already known that this place was in the future, he would almost have thought he had arrived in the world of immortals.

After experiencing modern life for a few days, Ying Zheng, led by Zhao Ying and others, boarded a private plane and flew to a city near Wushan.

During this process, he was once again deeply moved.

"How could such a magnificent iron bird carry people soaring in the sky? This must be the power of immortals! How could it be possible?!"

"The entire landscape of the Nine Provinces can be taken in at a glance!"

Ying Zheng, like a country bumpkin visiting the city, looked around and touched everything on the plane, his eyes filled with amazement.

The plane landed quickly.

After a brief disguise, Ying Zheng, led by Zhao Ying and others, went to a hotel to rest. During the trip, he encountered the hotel's intelligent robot, which really startled him.

"What is this thing? It has no wheels, no horses, and no one to lead it, yet it can move on its own. Could it be a wooden puppet made by a skilled craftsman?"

"The craftsmanship of later generations is so exquisite that it surpasses mechanical art by a hundred times!"

Ying Zheng was deeply shocked as he listened to the intelligent robot making noises like "Make way" as it moved around.

If it weren't for the fact that some information about this object automatically surfaced in my mind, and that Zhao Ying and the others were explaining it to me, I would have been completely lost.

If he encountered this object in the Qin Dynasty without knowing its existence, he would definitely have his guards capture this strange, evil, and magical object.

Time flew by, and it was the morning of the fifth day, time for the sacrificial ceremony at Mount Wu.

Chapter 148 The Mist Mountain Ritual, which attracts the attention of countless modern people

After careful preparation, Ying Zheng, Zhao Ying, and others finally arrived at Wushan.

As soon as he stepped onto the foot of the mountain, he was stunned by the sight before him.

The open space at the foot of Wushan Mountain was now filled with people.

The area was filled with tourists holding up their phones and cameras, their flashes going off incessantly, and even some bloggers and live streamers were broadcasting live from there.

They set up professional cameras and tripods, pointed their phone lenses at the direction of Wushan Mountain, and explained the scenery to the camera with great enthusiasm, while the live stream chat was filled with scrolling comments.

Others held microphones, capturing the sounds of the scene from all directions. The dazzling array of equipment made the already crowded space even more cramped.

The cacophony of voices, the hum of the equipment, and the passionate speeches of the anchors created a deafening buzzing in the ears.

The crowd was noisy and surging like a tide, the atmosphere even more chaotic than the grand scene when Qin Shi Huang once toured the east.

If it weren't for the large number of uniformed staff and security personnel who stood hand in hand to form a human wall, maintaining order in an orderly manner and constantly guiding the crowded people, it would have been difficult to manage the situation.

Such a large crowd would likely have already caused chaos, or even led to a stampede.

Although Ying Zheng and his entourage deliberately kept a low profile and disguised themselves as ordinary tourists, they wanted to discreetly pass through the crowd and head to the pre-prepared sacrificial area.

Even if they acted with utmost caution, Ying Zheng's innate imperial aura was far beyond that of ordinary people. His natural charisma still stood out in the noisy crowd.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses, who had been looking around, suddenly fixed his gaze on Ying Zheng.

After observing carefully for a while, he finally confirmed something, his pupils dilated suddenly, and his face was full of disbelief.

Pointing at Ying Zheng, He couldn't help but let out an excited and shocked exclamation.

"This looks like Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng!"

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence, and then it erupted instantly.

"Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng? Where is he?"

"Holy crap, a living Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng! I absolutely have to take a picture with him!"

"Sisters, charge!"

As the crowd surged toward Ying Zheng and his entourage, who appeared to be in disguise, not far away, their mobile phone cameras all pointed at them.

Tourists, bloggers, and livestreamers were all anxiously taking pictures, which made Ying Zheng's heart skip a beat.

When he made his eastern tour back then, the people of Qin were not without enthusiasm, but compared to the current frenzy, it was worlds apart.

The people of the Great Qin Dynasty, with their deep respect and awe, would never be so out of control and fanatical!

Ying Zheng was surprised and puzzled, and somewhat overwhelmed by the favor shown to him.