Daming: Restart 10,000 times, and absorb the power of Dafa at the beginning Chapter 332 On the National Fortune of Ming Dynasty and the Death of Emperor Tianqi
Chapter 332 On the National Fortune of Ming Dynasty and the Death of Emperor Tianqi
On the water ten miles away from the capital, on a luxurious high-rise boat, a man in exquisite Chinese clothes was tasting the top-quality Dahongpao unique to Wuyi Mountain, while smelling the fragrance of tea and looking at the river view outside the window.
"God teller, you said that my destined daughter will save me three times."
"In my current state, it is impossible for me to easily get involved in danger. How can I be saved by a woman three times?"
This person is no one else, but the richest man in the world.
At this moment, sitting at the table next to Wan Sanqian was a middle-aged man with white hair covering his eyes with black cloth. The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, picked up the teacup without any obstruction, and took a sip.
Said: "Brother Wan, everything is possible. Your destined daughter will appear soon."
"I really can't bear to ask you to calculate my marriage and waste your eyes. But all the treasures in the world can't restore your sight. It's really strange!"
Wan Sanqian looked at the blind man in front of him, shook his head, and sighed.
After hearing Wan Sanqian's words, the divine fortune teller silently put down his tea cup and said, "Brother Wan, don't worry about it. The secrets of heaven are unpredictable. If I reveal the secrets of heaven, I will suffer the backlash of the secrets of heaven. I might as well be blind."
"A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise!"
"I noticed that although you are blind, your actions seem not to be affected?" Wan Sanqian asked, looking at the fortune teller's free and easy appearance.
"Being blind in both eyes does not affect my calculations of heavenly secrets, and I cannot see the stars in the sky, but my mind has become more transparent. After visual deprivation, my other senses have improved."
The fortune teller chuckled lightly, and just as he was about to continue saying something, he suddenly shook his head and said, "That person is here, it's time for me to leave."
"Um?"
Wan Sanqian was stunned for a moment, and seemed to understand something, so he nodded and said, "Slow down."
"Yes." The fortune teller stood up, holding a cane in hand, and left the building without haste, and disappeared on the water in a small boat.
After the fortune teller disappeared, ripples suddenly appeared on the previously calm river surface.
Then, a few people dressed in white, carrying sedan chairs, rode the wind and waves, walked on the water, and headed towards the direction of the building boat.
Under Wan Sanqian's greeting, the artillery and God-breaking crossbows on the building ship were not aimed at these men in white.
After a while, the man in white held a sedan chair and jumped onto the deck of the building ship.
At this time, the appearance of these people gradually became clear.
These women in white clothes are all of good figure and appearance. Their faces are covered with gauze and hazy, making it difficult to see clearly and their identities are mysterious.
The women in white lowered the sedan chair.
The leading woman whispered: "Master, we have arrived."
"Um."
A calm male voice came out from behind the white curtain.
"Haha, brother Wuhen, I haven't seen you for many years, but you still look good!"
Wan Sanqian strode out of the pavilion and laughed.
The next moment, the white curtain was opened, and a figure walked out.
The man has a handsome face and a perfect temperament. He is dressed in white clothes, which are as white as snow. He is elegant and elegant.
"Brother Wan is the same, he is still so versatile!"
The man chuckled and said familiarly.
Wan Sanqian made a way and said: "Come, Brother Wuhen, I will prepare the best Dahongpao when we gather at Tianqing Pavilion."
"It's an honor." The man nodded slightly and walked over.
"You guys wait for me here."
"Yes, Master." The women in white nodded.
The man had just taken two steps and was stopped by Wan Sanqian before he even got off the ground.
"Brother Wuhen, wait a moment."
"Come here, lay the carpet!"
Wan Sanqian clapped his hands.
The next moment, two servants quickly took out a fine Persian carpet and laid it all the way from the top of the pavilion to the front of the man.
"Brother Wuhen, please!"
"They are all brand new carpets, don't worry!" Wan Sanqian said with a smile.
This person is none other than Mr. Wuhen, who is third on the list of masters. He is known as a man whose feet are dust-free, omniscient and omniscient.
Mr. Wuhen looked at the clean and tidy carpet, nodded with a smile, and said: "Brother Wan, you are interested."
Soon, Mr. Wuhen stepped on the carpet and walked up to the Tianqing Pavilion on the top of the building.
As soon as he entered the room, Mr. Wuhen looked at the tea that was not yet warm, laughed, and said, "The fortune teller is gone again?"
"Well, he left first when you were about to come." Wan Sanqian nodded and asked curiously: "By the way, Brother Wuhen, what happened between you two? He always doesn't know."
Would you like to meet you?"
"If so, I wonder if someone has the blessing to act as a peacemaker and resolve the conflict between the two of you?"
"Haha, Brother Wan is still so kind and willing to help others." Mr. Wuhen laughed dumbly, waved his hand and said, "Brother Wan, I misunderstood."
"It's not that there is any misunderstanding between me and His Excellency the Divine Operator, it's just because of an agreement."
"Promise?"
Wan Sanqian was startled for a moment, then he put away the original jade cup, took out a new cup, briefly scalded it and washed it, served Mr. Wuhen a cup of tea, and said with a smile: "I would like to hear the details."
"In today's Ming Dynasty, there are probably not many people who can let Brother Wan make tea himself..."
Mr. Wuhen sighed and said: "It's actually relatively simple. Back then, the divine fortune teller and I calculated the fate of the Ming Dynasty. Who is the new emperor? When will he ascend the throne?"
"How is the result?"
Wan Sanqian's face changed slightly and he asked quickly.
Businessmen pursue profits.
The most important thing in business is intelligence, and intelligence is the core of business.
But Mr. Wuhen and the Divine Fortune Teller are not ordinary people.
One is a peerless genius who is famous all over the world, and who is known as omniscient and omniscient.
The other one is the best calculator in the world. He has the ability to calculate heavenly secrets. His business of 13,000 yuan can be so big thanks to this person's calculation of Feng Shui for him.
The two of them actually bet on the fate of the Ming Dynasty?
It’s really terrifying!
"Haha, I beat him by half a move. He correctly calculated the person who would ascend the throne and the day when he ascended the throne, and I also calculated correctly." Mr. Wuhen smiled lightly and put down the jade cup.
"Since you two are right, why did you win half the move, brother Wuhen?" Wan Sanqian asked in confusion.
"Because... I have reached Emperor Tianqi's reign and death date."
Mr. Wuhen's understatement made Thirteen Thousand's scalp numb.
Especially the last word.
Death date!
When will Emperor Tianqi die?
"When?" Wan Sanqian asked.
"The secret must not be leaked!" Mr. Wuhen shook his head, silently stretched out his hand, poured the tea on the table, stretched out his fingers, followed the water flow, and wrote the word "Today".
now?
today?
This month?
Or this year?
Thirty thousand eyes flashed, and the first reaction was that the courageous god Hou Zhuwu wanted to rebel?