Against the War: After traveling through time, who wouldn’t want to be a little greedy?

"Your Majesty, could it be that there are errors in the historical records?" Nicole was a little puzzled by the Yin-Yang Heavenly Master's mumbling.

"The historical records are accurate and fair. They affirm the achievements of the First Emperor and question some of his actions." Yin Yang Tianshi said lightly.

"It's just that a large part is missing from the records. I don't know whether the rebels did it on purpose, or some people deliberately erased the achievements of the First Emperor." Yin Yang Tianshi sneered.

Seeing the confusion in Luo Li and the others' eyes, Yin Yang Tianshi did not explain too much. He stretched out his hand and the whisk on the ground flew into his hand.

"Let me show you the true face of the era I live in." Yin Yang Taoist said lightly, and then a beam of light shot into the air, forming a screen-like thing, with some pictures slowly passing across it.

"Don't worry, this is a memory projection, presenting the scenes in my memory. It's just a small trick." Seeing the commotion of the crowd, Yin Yang Taoist explained.

"Memory projection?"

"Hiss." Everyone felt a little bit unbelievable in their hearts. As for the little tricks that the Heavenly Master mentioned, everyone just thought that the other party was being modest. Anyway, no one could do this at the moment.

"If I had recorded it with talismans in advance, I could have achieved this level. However, it is incredible that he can do such a thing with just his soul body." Hu Bayi murmured, and his eyes looked at the Yin-Yang Heavenly Master more passionately, but now he was mainly watching the Yin-Yang Heavenly Master's memory projection.

At the end of the Warring States Period, the young Yin-Yang Heavenly Master had just mastered the Dao. Following his master's instruction, he left the Taoist temple and went down the mountain to gain experience.

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A small fishing village on the edge of a tributary of the Yangtze River, where the tide is high all year round.

Whenever the Yangtze River tributaries are in high tide, the villagers will follow the ritual passed down from their ancestors, select a pair of young boys and girls, pair them with the flesh and blood of five animals: pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks, and geese, add a large amount of aged wine, and place them on a newly built paper boat. They will let the waves carry the paper boat to the middle of the river, where it will slowly sink.

According to the elders in the village, this is to ask for the blessing of the river god. If there is no sacrifice in a certain year, the river god will be angry, causing the river water to rise, flooding the entire fishing village and all the fertile fields.

The villagers dared not disobey the ancestral precepts passed down from generation to generation by the village elders. Today was the fifteenth day of the seventh month, the time for annual sacrifices. The villagers had already selected a pair of boys and girls to offer sacrifices to the river god.

"Father, mother."

The cries of children were heard from the crowd.

It was a boy and girl, about six or seven years old, sitting on a paper boat, crying loudly, calling out for the support in their hearts.

But looking around, there was no sign of their parents among the dense crowd of villagers.

"Don't cry! Otherwise you will alarm the river god." A white-haired old man shouted in a deep voice. This man was the village chief of this fishing village.

As soon as the village chief spoke, a woman came forward, took out some candies to comfort the two children, and told them that there was nothing to be afraid of, they were just playing, and after they finished playing, they could go home.

I have to say that children of this age are very easy to coax. With just a few words, the woman stopped the crying of the two children and made them sit quietly on the paper boat.

"The time has come, enter the river and start the sacrifice." The village chief glanced at the sky and spoke again.

"The sacrifice begins."

The village witch walked up to the paper boat and chanted characters that ordinary people could not understand. Every time she sang a sentence, her body would turn a circle and scatter some paper flowers.

As the witch began to "cast a spell", six young and strong villagers walked out from the crowd, picked up the paper boat, and slowly walked towards the river.

Then he threw the paper boat into the river.

As soon as the paper boat entered the water, waves suddenly rose in the river, slowly leading the paper boat into the center of the river.

As the waves push the paper boat, it slowly sinks. Following this momentum, the paper boat will completely sink when it reaches the middle of the river. At that time, the sacrificial ceremony will be over.

When they saw waves rising out of nowhere in the river, pulling the paper boat along, all the villagers knelt down and watched the scene respectfully.

"The river god has appeared." A villager said excitedly.

The other villagers shouted the same thing, and everyone was extremely excited. That's right, the river god had appeared, which meant that the fishing village would have another good year until next year, and even if the villagers fished, they would have a big harvest.

Except for two couples in the distance, they didn't fit in with the villagers.

These two couples are the parents of the young children. Their children are the apple of their eyes and they must feel sorry for them.

You can fool children by saying you are just going out for fun, but how can you fool them?

The two women looked at the man and woman on the paper boat, their eyes full of heartache, and they held their husbands' hands even tighter.

"Ah, I don't want to play anymore. I want to go home."

"Dad, Mom, I don't want to play anymore, please take me back."

Children are very simple-minded. The bobbing of the boat frightened them so much that the joy brought by the candy soon overwhelmed them and they burst into tears.

Even across the river, the two couples could hear their children crying.

The man clenched his fists, glanced at the kneeling villagers, but finally loosened them.

As a fisherman, he has been dealing with water all year round and has long put life and death behind him. He is not afraid of death, but in this situation, even if he rushes forward, it will be in vain.

"Why would a god want this kind of sacrifice? This is an evil god!" the man whispered, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked towards the river.

"That's ridiculous!"

An unfamiliar male voice sounded, and then a young man in a Taoist robe came from a distance and walked directly into the river.

The villagers were surprised by the young man's voice. They were about to scold him for making such a loud noise that it might disturb the river god, but the next scene made everyone shut up:

The young man seemed to be walking very slowly, but in fact he was walking very fast. Every step he took brought him seven or eight feet away from his previous position, and he soon reached the riverside.

Then the young man walked directly into the river. His body did not sink into the water, but walked on the waves on the river surface and soon reached the edge of the paper boat.

At this time, the paper boat was half submerged. The young Taoist's eyes were full of anger. He stretched out his hand and the whole paper boat flew directly into the air, and then landed directly on the riverside. He also held the pair of children in his arms, and then the young Taoist slowly walked towards the riverside.

"Could this person be an immortal?" The methods displayed by the young Taoist priest before shocked many villagers. This was exactly the same as the immortal they imagined.

"This person is not an immortal at all, he is probably a demon who deliberately disturbed the sacrifice to the river god!" The village chief looked at the young Taoist with unfriendly eyes.

Then many villagers saw the river water slowly rising. Suddenly, the villagers panicked and cursed the young Taoist priest.