Zongman: The post-2D era

February 20, Sunday

Outside the Basil Pagoda in the Medicine House world, in the imperial mausoleum across half of the capital city.

The scene around him made the emperor feel depressed. The dim lights and mottled walls made him feel heavy.

At this time, Feng Feng walked to the top of the tower and looked down at the people below. They were laughing and celebrating the beginning of a new life.

However, Feng Feng could not indulge in this joy. He knew in his heart that he had a heavy responsibility and needed to be vigilant at all times.

He stood on the top of the tower, letting the wind blow the corners of his clothes, his eyes were firm and his heart was full of determination.

The road ahead is still long, but he is confident that he can lead the people to a better future. At this moment, he is no longer the lonely boy, but an emperor who shoulders the future of the entire country.

Feng Feng took a step forward and entered the imperial mausoleum. An ancient and solemn atmosphere came to his face, as if telling of the past glory and vicissitudes. The eight hundred arhats stood tall and solemn, quietly guarding this sacred place.

The emperor was still walking slowly under the entourage of the Arhats, and each step seemed particularly heavy. His eyes were deep, as if he was exploring the soul of this land. He knew that he was about to face an unprecedented challenge. But his heart was full of determination and hope, and he wanted to fight for the future of this land and the people.

The emperor tilted his head and asked, "Have you made up your mind to destroy the Chinese luck in me?"

Feng Feng stopped and looked at the emperor in front of him, with mixed emotions in his heart. He knew very well that this step would change the fate of the entire country.

The air around them seemed to freeze, with only the sound of their breathing echoing. A hint of determination flashed in Feng Feng's eyes. He clenched his hands tightly, and his voice trembled slightly: "Your Majesty, I am not acting rashly. Now that China's destiny has been damaged, only by cutting off the connection with you can the people regain peace."

The emperor was silent for a moment, with a trace of sadness in his eyes. He sighed and nodded slightly: "Since you have made up your mind, then do it."

Feng Feng walked silently to the emperor's side. He shrugged lightly, as if he was letting go of a burden. He stretched out his hand and placed it on the emperor's shoulder. At that moment, the connection between them seemed to be closer. Feng Feng felt the emperor's trembling, and he understood what this decision meant to the country.

He took a deep breath and said firmly: "Your Majesty, you are a great monarch. You have given too much to this land and its people. But now, China's destiny has been damaged, and we must make a choice. I will see you off for the last time, and I wish you peace in the afterlife."

The team slowly walked towards the main tomb chamber, with Feng Feng following closely behind. They walked through a long corridor, with exquisite patterns carved on the stone walls on both sides of the corridor, telling stories of ancient history.

At the end of the corridor, a huge stone door stood, as if guarding the final secret. Feng Feng and the emperor walked to the door, and when they looked up, they saw a couplet engraved on the door: "Dragon and Phoenix present auspiciousness, and heaven and earth will prosper forever."

The emperor took a deep breath and gently pushed open the stone door. The world behind the door amazed Feng Feng. The entire tomb was like a palace, magnificent and splendid. The high dome was inlaid with dazzling gems, emitting charming light. The walls were carved with lifelike murals, telling the history and glory of this country.

Feng Feng could not help but feel a lot of emotion. This is not only a mausoleum, but also a microcosm of an era. They walked slowly into the tomb, and every step was particularly solemn. Feng Feng knew in his heart that this would be the last time they would enter this magnificent palace.

Feng Feng walked to the Buddha statue on one side and stared at its solemn face. He gently stroked the surface of the Buddha statue, feeling the traces of time. He looked up at the emperor, with a gleam of determination in his eyes: "Your Majesty, I just think that the emperor should not be influenced by Buddha. What our country needs is strength and progress, not immersion in the glory of the past. We need to face reality and meet the challenges of the future."

The emperor looked at Feng Feng silently, with a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. He knew that this young man had extraordinary courage and vision, and could lead the country to a brighter future. He sighed and nodded slightly: "You are right, Feng Feng. What we need is to look forward, not to dwell on the glory of the past."

The emperor sat on the dragon throne, with a sly smile in his eyes. He looked around and said to Feng Feng in a relaxed tone: "Feng Feng, do you know why I built this mausoleum so luxuriously?"

Feng Feng was silent for a moment, trying to figure out the emperor's intentions. He looked up at the emperor, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. The emperor chuckled and continued, "This mausoleum is not only to show my glory, but also to borrow power."

Feng Feng frowned in confusion, and the emperor smiled and explained, "This mausoleum gathers the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. It is the source of China's destiny. Through this mausoleum, I can draw endless energy to add strength to my rule."

Feng Feng suddenly realized that there was such a deep secret in this mausoleum. He took a deep breath and admired the emperor's wisdom and strategy even more. At this moment, the connection between them seemed to be closer, and they jointly guarded the future of this land.

The emperor sat on the dragon throne, with a unique light in his eyes. He gently stroked the armrest of the dragon throne, as if feeling the vicissitudes and heaviness of history. Feng Feng stood quietly by, listening to the emperor's teachings.

"Fengfeng, do you know why I built this mausoleum, to transform into a ghost?" The emperor spoke slowly, with a hint of majesty and depth in his voice.

Feng Feng hesitated for a moment and replied, "Your Majesty, you said that this mausoleum was built for you to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and add strength to the destiny of China."

The emperor nodded slightly and continued, "Yes, but this is just one of them. This mausoleum is also used to fight against the immortal and Buddha forces like you."

Feng Feng was stunned after hearing this and looked at the emperor in confusion. The emperor chuckled and said, "My opponents have never been immortals or Buddhas, but Ren Shi and the equality of all people he talks about."

Feng Feng casually swept away the Buddha statue and asked, "Isn't it good for everyone to be equal?"

The emperor sneered, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes: "Do you know what Ren Shi meant by equality for all?"

"That means that everyone's fate is controlled by the immortals and Buddhas. No one can escape their clutches. And this mausoleum is my last line of defense against the immortals and Buddhas."

Feng Feng's heart trembled. He had never seen the emperor look so serious. He understood that the emperor's idea of ​​equality for all was not what he understood, but a terrible bondage.

Feng Feng took a deep breath and said firmly: "Your Majesty, I will keep this mausoleum."

The emperor looked at Feng Feng with a hint of admiration in his eyes. He knew that although this young man had different beliefs, he was a person who truly protected this land.

The emperor laughed and said, "The people are all stupid. How can we live without an emperor? I will watch over this world."

Feng Feng looked at the emperor's confident smile and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He knew that the emperor's wisdom and strategy far exceeded that of ordinary people, but his ambition and desire for power were also uncontrollable.

Feng Feng couldn't help but feel a little worried. He was afraid that the emperor's ambition would destroy the peace and tranquility of the land.

However, he knew that the immortals, Buddhas, heaven and earth were not kind and treated all things as straw dogs. He could only guard the mausoleum silently, hoping that it would bring good luck and prosperity to this land.

The emperor laughed and said, "What modern civilization is? It's just a different way of ruling. I am the greatest man in this land. Only I can let the people live a stable life."

Feng Feng looked at the emperor with mixed feelings. He didn't know what to say and could only stand aside silently. He saw the enthusiasm and determination in the emperor's eyes, and he knew that this decision could not be changed.

Chapter 598: The Lords of the Medicine House World

Tuesday, February 22

In the palace of the medicine house world, Ren Shi sat on the dragon throne.

Ren's eyes were like deep lake water, calm and majestic. He raised his head slightly and glanced at every minister in the court. The magnificent dragon throne behind him was like a silent guardian, constantly reminding him of the dignity of the imperial power.

All the ministers knelt down in unison and shouted loudly: "Long live His Majesty, long live His Majesty, long live His Majesty, long live His Majesty."

The voice echoed in the empty court, solemn and dignified. Their faces were filled with awe and loyalty, as if their loyalty was permanently imprinted in their hearts by this voice.

Ren Shi nodded slightly, with a barely perceptible satisfaction in his eyes. He knew that from now on, this land would usher in a brand new era. And he would become the helmsman of this era.

On one side of the court, the nimble maid Mao Mao lightly jumped onto the platform to announce the decree. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence, and she raised the golden scroll in her hand. Her voice was clear and melodious, resounding throughout the court: "From today on, the Nine-story Pagoda and the surrounding forests will be established as a forbidden area for the immortals. Anyone who disobeys will be killed immediately."

As soon as the words fell, the court fell silent. The faces of the ministers became more solemn, and an invisible pressure seemed to permeate the air.

Renshi turned his gaze to the maid Maomao, with a glimmer of approval in his eyes. He knew that every living being on this land would be changed because of this decree. And he would lead this country to a brand new future.

Ren Shi stared at Maomao and began to announce the decree. Her voice sounded again, this time more firmly and forcefully: "The Heavenly Court and Taoism are the first state religions, and Buddhism and the Underworld Emperor's Mausoleum are the Hinayana state religions."

Her voice echoed in the court, and every word was like a stone falling into everyone's heart, causing ripples.

The atmosphere in the court suddenly became solemn and dignified, as if even the air had frozen.

The ministers' faces became more respectful, and their eyes were full of awe. They knew that this decree would change the fate of the entire country.

Ren Shi stared at the maid Maomao, his heart full of anticipation. He knew that this country would usher in a brand new future, and he would be the creator of this future.

Ren Shi slowly stood up and looked firmly into the distance outside the court. There, the nine-story pagoda stood tall, its spire pointing straight to the sky, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

A strong desire surged in Renshi's heart. He wanted to explore the secrets in the tower and uncover the mysteries hidden in this land.

He took a deep breath, feeling the faint spiritual energy in the air.

His eyes became firm and deep. He knew that he could not fail the people of this land and could not disappoint them. He wanted to let them see that their loyalty and faith were not misplaced, and he would create a new era of peace and prosperity for them.

On the top of the nine-story pagoda, Feng Feng stared at the imperial palace and yawned.

The morning light shines on the top of the tower, and the golden light contrasts with Feng Feng's laziness. There is a hint of laziness in his eyes, as if he has not yet fully awakened from his sleep. He stretches his body, as if he has merged with the surrounding air.

The imperial palace in the distance was looming in the morning light, like a hazy ink painting.

Feng Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the palace. He knew that a major change was taking place there. Although he was far away from the court struggle, he knew in his heart that the fate of this land was changing.

He sighed softly and turned to look below the basil.

There is a dense forest, surrounded by morning mist, like a mysterious fairyland. Feng Feng knows that there are countless secrets hidden in this forest, and he will uncover some of them in the near future.

Yukinoshita Yukino was flipping through documents in a women's suit: "Modern hybrid rice and industrial production technology have been handed over to Cat Cat. Now, we need to find new resources from basil and the forest to promote the development of the country."

Her voice was firm and powerful, and every word was full of conviction. Her eyes were firm and sharp, as if they could see through all the fog. She knew that this was a difficult task, but she was confident that she could complete it.

She turned her eyes to the window, which was the direction of the basil and the forest. She knew that there were endless secrets and treasures hidden there. She would lead the cat on a journey full of challenges and mysteries.

They will explore the mysterious forest and find the secrets hidden in it. They will dig up the treasures of the basil and uncover the ancient and mysterious stories. They will bring new hope and future to the country.

Yukinoshita Yukino flipped through the documents and asked casually, "School has started, so the ancient construction game should be suspended."

Yukinoshita Yukino stood in front of the window, looking at the basil and forest in the sunlight outside. Her heart was filled with emotion.

Feng Feng stood beside the basil, listening to Yukinoshita Yukino announce the opening date of school, but his eyes were cast towards the imperial palace in the distance.

He seemed to see the ministers nodding their heads in agreement, and he seemed to hear their whispered discussions. One voice stood out in particular:

At this time, in the palace hall, an old general drew the sword from his waist.

The sunlight shone through the glazed tiles on the roof of the temple, and sprinkled on his resolute face. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if it could see through all illusions. This sword had accompanied him through countless wars and had long become an indispensable part of his life.

The old general held the hilt of his sword tightly, with the tip of the sword pointing to the ground. His heart was filled with determination and faith, and he knew that for the sake of this land and its people, he had to stand up.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to lead the army and defend this land to the death, even if it means riding a horse to the Basilica!" His voice was loud and firm, echoing in the hall.

Other ministers stood up and shouted in unison: "We will defend our country to the death!" Their voices gathered into an invisible force, stirring in every corner.

Ren Shi stood up and glared at the ministers angrily. His face turned red, obviously he was irritated.

"Don't you know how great this reform is?" Ren Shi asked loudly, his voice echoing in the court.

The ministers lowered their heads, not daring to look Ren in the eye. They knew in their hearts that what Ren said was true, and this reform was indeed a great cause.

However, they also have their own difficulties. Reform is good, but it is very difficult to implement.

What's more, if everyone is equal, what will they do?

Ren Shi looked at the reactions of his ministers and became even more angry. He slammed the table and shouted, "What are you afraid of? Have you forgotten that we are the leaders of the country? Are you willing to let our country lag behind other countries forever?"

Maomao glanced at the nine-story pagoda with the sky as the background, pointed at the old general and shouted: "Aren't you afraid of God's punishment?"

Her voice was sharp and powerful, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present. The old general remained calm and answered firmly: "For the sake of the country and the royal tradition, I am willing to bear all the punishment from heaven."

His voice was full of determination and conviction, which made people feel moved. A hint of displeasure flashed in Mao Mao's eyes, but she did not continue to pester him.

She knew that no matter what she said, she could not shake the old general's belief. She turned and left, leaving only one sentence: "You will regret it."

Chapter 599: The Emperor of the Medicine House World Descends

Wednesday, February 23

The General's Mansion in the Medicine House World was in chaos.

In the forest outside the Basilica, Feng Feng walked out wearing Hanfu and holding a paper fan.

On the top of the nine-story pagoda, another Heavenly Emperor Feng Feng was still sitting upright, and beside him, Yukinoshita Yukino was persuading him to go to school.

Feng Feng took a deep breath and waved his hand gently to say goodbye to Yukinoshita Yukino.

He straightened his back and looked into the distance with a determined gaze. The chaotic General's Mansion came into view, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but more of it was firmness and determination.

He walked towards the general's mansion, and every step seemed to be stepping into a piece of history and leaving a mark.