Zongman: The post-2D era

Feng Feng shook his head and admired Concubine Furong's dance. Every movement of hers was like a painting, breathtakingly beautiful.

The sunlight shone on her, making her look like an angel descended from the sky. An indescribable feeling surged in his heart, as if he was being pulled by an invisible force and couldn't extricate himself.

At the same time, the Buddhist chants of salvation rose one after another from the audience, accompanied by the chanting of Buddha's name and the sound of bells, creating a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.

Feng Feng couldn't help but close his eyes and feel it all with his heart. He seemed to see the scenes of the six realms of reincarnation and countless dead souls being liberated under the illumination of the Buddha's light.

Ren looked up and could only see Concubine Furong dancing like a fairy. She was like an angel descended from the sky, and every movement was full of magic, as if it could capture people's hearts.

The sunlight shone on her, covering her with a golden halo that made it impossible to look away.

Her dancing posture is light and graceful, like catkins in the wind, or fish swimming in the water. Her figure is graceful, like willows brushing your face, or lotus flowers just blooming. Every turn and every jump is like a beautiful painting, which makes people intoxicated.

Ren Shi stood on the top of the nine-story pagoda and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "The Emperor of Heaven is really transcendent. Perhaps, I really need to become an emperor to make her look at me differently."

He looked up at the sky, as if he saw the majestic face of the Emperor of Heaven. He knew that he still had a long way to go to reach his goal. But his eyes flashed with determination, and his heart was full of determination.

"Can teaching Concubine Furong's dance help the dead souls to be liberated?"

He took a deep breath, put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, and focused on the sacrificial dance in front of him. He watched every move of Concubine Furong, and a strong emotion surged in his heart. He felt as if he had merged with her, dancing to the melody of freedom together.

At this moment, he became a witness to this world, witnessing the power of freedom and beauty.

Feng Feng saw the souls of those executed on the execution ground slowly emerging, with endless pain and resentment on their faces, as if they wanted to devour everything in this world.

Feng Feng couldn't help but tightly hold the teacup in his hand. He felt his heartbeat quicken and his breathing became rapid. At this moment, he had some kind of resonance with these souls.

He seemed to see their past suffering and helplessness, and also seemed to see their future.

Feng Feng gently put down the teacup in his hand, his hand trembling slightly. He looked up at the sky, and a strong emotion surged in his heart.

"The lotus dances with the dead souls, and the goddess will descend to the world."

Suddenly, the sound of deer hooves was heard in the sky, shaking everyone's heart.

Feng Feng looked up and saw a group of deer dancing in the clouds, their hooves emitting brilliant light, as if they were messengers from God descending to earth.

The deer danced in the sky, their graceful and elegant postures seemed to be telling an ancient and mysterious story. The sunlight shone through the clouds onto them, making them even more beautiful.

At this moment, the whole Kyoto was still, with only the sound of deer hooves echoing in the air, making people intoxicated.

Feng Feng felt as if he was in a magical dreamland. He forgot about time and himself and only wanted to be immersed in this beautiful picture forever.

The ghost princess descended from the sky riding on the human-faced deer god. Her face was as bright as moonlight, and there was a mysterious power in her eyes.

She rode a huge deer god, which emitted a faint fluorescent light, as if it was a gift from the gods.

Princess Ghost was wearing a light gauze dress that fluttered in the wind, as if she was one with the world. She gently stroked the neck of the Deer God, who bowed his head obediently, as if paying tribute to Feng Feng.

Princess Ghost came to Feng Feng, bowed and asked, "Is it enough to deal with the tens of thousands of dead souls at the execution ground?"

Feng Feng was stunned. He looked at the ghost princess and felt that her face was as bright as moonlight and there was a mysterious power in her eyes.

Princess Ghost smiled slightly, knowing that Feng Feng had understood his mission. She gently patted the neck of the Deer God, who raised his head and neighed.

Princess Ghost came up to Feng Feng, bowed and asked, "Don't we need to punish the emperor?" There was a hint of confusion and concern in her eyes.

Feng Feng looked at the ghost princess steadily, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart. He pondered for a moment and answered firmly:

"I believe in karma, and there is no need for additional punishment. Moreover, we need more power to change the rules of this world, rather than to retaliate against those who have made mistakes."

After hearing Feng Feng's answer, Princess Ghost's eyes flashed with admiration. She knew that Feng Feng was a man of great wisdom and heart. She nodded slightly, turned around and disappeared at the stairs.

Feng Feng looked steadily in the direction where the ghost princess disappeared, and a firm belief surged in his heart. He knew that the world was full of suffering and injustice, but as long as someone was willing to work hard for change, a better future would surely come.

Suddenly, a light dance music sounded. Feng Feng turned his head and saw Concubine Furong dancing gracefully in a gorgeous dance dress.

Her dancing posture was light and graceful, as if she was integrated with the world. The sunlight shone through the clouds on her body, making her even more beautiful.

Feng Feng's heart moved. He knew that Concubine Furong's dance was not only an art, but also a symbol of power.

He believes that as long as someone is willing to work hard for what they believe in, they will be able to change the rules of this world.

Princess Ghost rode the Deer God down the nine-story pagoda, her figure looming in the morning light, like a phantom in a dream.

The edges of each floor of the tower are engraved with different patterns and runes, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

The ghost princess gently stroked the neck of the deer god, and the deer god obediently followed her movements and walked down the tower step by step.

Their figures intertwined in the light and shadow, as if they were integrated with the world. When they reached the bottom of the tower, the sun had risen to the middle of the sky, and the golden sunlight filled the earth.

Princess Ghost raised her head and looked at the distant sky, with a determined light in her eyes. She knew that her mission was not yet completed, and she would continue to move forward for the beliefs and ideals in her heart, and for the better future of this world.

At the exit of the nine-story pagoda, Yukino Yukinoshita quietly waited for the ghost princess. She held a folder in her hand, with a few big words printed on the cover: Report on the treatment of the dead souls at the execution ground. When the ghost princess walked down the last step, Yukino Yukinoshita came up to her and handed her the folder.

Princess Mononoke took the folder and felt its weight. She knew that it contained the stories of countless dead souls. It was the end of their lives and the new starting point of their stories.

She opened the folder and flipped through the pages, feeling a sense of sadness in her heart.

"Tens of thousands of people died because of the emperor's mood?"

Yukinoshita Yukino said calmly: "The specific solution is as follows. Mortals who challenge gods always have to pay a price. Otherwise, who would believe in gods?"

Princess Mononoke raised her head and looked at Yukinoshita Yukino, with a puzzled look in her eyes. She knew that Yukinoshita Yukino was not a frivolous person, and her words were full of deep meaning.

Chapter 596: The Ghost Emperor of the Medicine House World

Sunday, February 21

A forest grew outside the basil in the medicine house world.

Princess Furong was dressed in gorgeous clothes that shone brightly in the sunlight. She was still dancing on top of the nine-story pagoda.

Yukinoshita Yukino stood in front of Wang, pointed at the forest and said, "Mortal, are you willing to kneel when you see this?"

Ren Shi folded his hands, looking ready to die, and said, "I can die, but I will not kneel down on behalf of the emperor and the people."

He stood with his back straight and his eyes determined, like an unyielding sculpture.

Behind him, the basil and the newly grown forest complemented each other in the sunlight, creating a vibrant scene. Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

Ren's words echoed in the air, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force. His voice shuttled through the forest, making everyone who heard it feel a strong shock. His eyes were firm and warm, like a burning flame, making it impossible to look directly at him.

At this moment, Renshi is not just a person, he represents the dignity and faith of the emperor and the people. His words are not just a response, but a challenge and struggle against the gods. At this moment, he has become everyone's hope and faith, and his figure appears even taller and more powerful in the sun.

Xue Naoru smiled and said, "Very good, you can climb the ninth floor after you become the emperor."

Her voice was soft and kind, like a spring breeze.

Renshi looked at her, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart. He understood that Yukino's words contained endless expectations and trust.

He took a deep breath, nodded, and said with a firm look: "I will."

Yukino smiled and turned away, leaving behind a quiet space.

Renshi stood alone around the basil, looking into the distance. In his sight, the newly grown forest was gleaming with vitality in the sun, like a green ocean.

Xueno glanced at Mao Mao, with a hint of displeasure in her eyes. She walked into the nine-story pagoda gracefully, with a graceful figure.

The tower was dark, with only a few weak lights barely illuminating it. The air was filled with an old smell, as if time had stopped here.

She walked up the stone steps slowly, each step seemed particularly heavy. The mottled marks on the surrounding walls told of the vicissitudes of time. She couldn't help but think of the past glory and decline, and an inexplicable sadness surged in her heart.

When she reached the top of the tower, she saw Feng Feng's lonely back. He stood there quietly, his eyes deep, as if he was thinking about something.

Xue Noi's heart moved, she walked to his side and asked softly: "What are you thinking about?"

Feng Feng turned his head, looked at her, and smiled: "I think after the conflict, the future will definitely be better."

His voice was full of determination and hope, which made Yukino feel a warm power. The two stood side by side, looking at the new forest in the distance, their hearts full of longing and expectation for the future.

In the depths of the forest, a mysterious figure quietly appeared. She was wearing a white dress and moved lightly between the dense trees. Her face was beautiful and pale, with wolf stripes, and her eyes were filled with a mysterious light.

She is the Princess Mononoke and the Lord of the Three Mountains.

Suddenly, a deer with a human face jumped out from the forest and stopped in front of the ghost princess. Its face was ferocious and strange, but there was a hint of tenderness in its eyes. It lowered its head and motioned the ghost princess to ride on its back.

The ghost princess smiled lightly, jumped lightly, and sat steadily on the back of the human-faced deer god. They passed through the dense forest and came to the first east floor of the nine-story pagoda.

On the east side of the Basil Pagoda, Fengfeng and Xueno heard the voices of people in the distance bidding farewell to the fairy.

They smiled at each other, knowing that this was the people's support and trust in them. They walked to the window hand in hand, and the scene before them shocked them.

Countless people gathered outside the forest, their faces filled with joy and anticipation. When they saw Feng Feng and Xue Nai appear, the crowd burst into thunderous cheers.

At this moment, Feng Feng and Xue Nai felt that their responsibility was even greater. They knew that the people's expectations and trust were their driving force. They would work together for the future of this land and the people.

This scene has become an eternal picture in Fengfeng and Xueno's hearts, inspiring them to keep moving forward.

Ren Shi, however, had a gloomy face, staring at the place where Mao Mao disappeared into the tower. He felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

However, the uneasiness always lingered in his heart, and he couldn't let it go. His eyes wandered around, as if he was looking for something.

The Arhat behind Renshi stepped forward and said, "His Majesty the Emperor has already walked into the Imperial Mausoleum on his own, and there are eight hundred Arhats guarding him."

Ren Shi nodded slightly, but an indescribable emotion surged in his heart. He knew very well that when the emperor entered the imperial mausoleum, he would bear the fate of a country.

He looked back at the jubilant people and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that this land would always be peaceful and prosperous.

Ren Shi walked towards the palace and sneered, "What eight hundred arhats? They are just eight hundred ghost monks."

His voice echoed in the empty palace, sounding particularly harsh. His figure seemed a little lonely in the afterglow of the setting sun, but his eyes were full of firmness and determination.

At this time, at the top of the nine-story pagoda, Feng Feng stared at the emperor who was protected by the eight hundred Arhats, and a sneer appeared on his lips. He asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will destroy you?"

The emperor straightened his back and looked at Feng Feng firmly, without any fear. He knew very well that he was not alone at this moment. He had the protection of the eight hundred Arhats and the expectations and trust of the people behind him. All of this gave him immense strength.

Feng Feng saw this, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He did not expect that this old emperor would have such courage and determination. He smiled coldly, releasing a powerful aura, trying to oppress the emperor.

However, the emperor did not back down. He gritted his teeth, straightened his chest, and met Feng Feng's challenge. He knew that this was a contest concerning the fate of the country, and he could not be weak in the slightest.

The emperor said: "In addition to the imperial mausoleum, my harem, and the whole world, I can also give it to you."

Feng Feng was stunned, as if he had not expected the emperor to say such a thing. The sneer in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a kind of doubt and vigilance.

"You want to give it to me?" Feng Feng repeated the emperor's words, as if to confirm whether there was something wrong with his hearing.

"Yes, I can give it to you." The emperor's voice was firm and powerful, without any hesitation.

Feng Feng frowned, obviously thinking about the emperor's true intentions. He stared at the emperor with a sharp gaze, trying to see through his heart.

However, the emperor looked back at Feng Feng calmly, without any evasion. His eyes were deep and frank, as if telling Feng Feng that all this was sincere.

Chapter 597: The Imperial Tomb of the Medicine House World