The flowers bloom and fade, and the years wither and flourish.
With the death of Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Zhanji successfully succeeded to the throne.
The outside world has gone through many changes, but Sang has not been affected at all. He still smiles silly looking at the erotic pictures in front of the Buddha every day, and takes the Buddha's offerings to satisfy his hunger.
Suddenly one day, the prayer beads that Sang was twisting in his hand suddenly made a cracking sound.
This aroused Sang's alarm.
"Strange things..."
"Why do you suddenly feel uneasy?"
Feeling uneasy, Sang took out the turtle shell copper coins.
This time, that familiar feeling came again.
The last time I felt this kind of unwillingness to face the outcome was when I was divining the Ten Immortals.
"Okay."
"Tathagata Buddha, Sanqing Tianzun, and Master Kong. The Ming Dynasty is about to revive, so don't deny your face..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the coins began to spin rapidly on the table.
However, a strange scene happened.
The copper coins were spinning without any intention of stopping.
At this time, Sang's face finally darkened.
"With my methods, I can't predict the result!"
"It seems...that there is another force that does not belong to destiny and has begun to interfere in the government's affairs?"
"Um……"
Immediately, Sang collected the copper coins and turtle shells and pushed open the temple door.
The young monk who was cleaning was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened and he shouted in disbelief:
"It's amazing!"
"The ancestor took the initiative to go out!"
"There's something big happening! There's something big happening!"
He screamed and screamed, and fell down the stairs with a thud.
The corner of Sang's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but muttered: "Sure enough... He is so nagging that he cannot practice Buddhism. This person is stupid."
After saying that, Sang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Sakyamuni Buddha behind him, coughed slightly, and clasped his hands together.
"Amitabha……"
"Well, it's a bit strange to read it this way..."
"That, Buddha, don't be offended..."
"This is my way of practice, just like...just like Jigong, hahahahaha..."
Soon, the old abbot of the temple hurried over with the support of the young monk, holding a Zen staff.
"Ancestor!"
Sang was speechless for a moment:
"Uh...you don't have to call me that. I'm not old, I'm still very young."
"That's not the point."
"What happened outside recently?"
The old host was stunned for a moment, then thought about it:
"When it comes to big things, there is one thing."
"The King of Han... was placed under house arrest by His Majesty just yesterday."
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"Yesterday?" Sang frowned: "How is this possible?"
The old monk scratched his bald head and was about to explain something when Sang ran away.
The people in the entire temple were naturally very confused.
When the Han Dynasty rebelled, Emperor Xuanzong was extremely merciful by not killing him.
Why, my ancestors couldn't understand it.
…
Soon, Ming Xuanzong Zhu Zhanji, who was reviewing the memorial, also received a report from the eunuch.
"oh?"
"Sir, he has never left the temple in these years, why did he come here today?"
"Hurry up!"
Sitting on the dragon throne, Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty fell into deep thought.
Before he ascended the throne, his father Emperor Ming Renzong told him that the reclusive monk Yao Guangxiao in the temple, whose real name was Sang, was Zhu Di's teacher, and he was an immortal man with miraculous means.
If you encounter a major problem that cannot be solved, consult with him or her.
Just now...
"Could it be that Sir, you are here for the King of Han?"
For a moment, Ming Xuanzong's expression became a little uncertain.
The Ming Dynasty always valued the blood relationship of relatives.
But state affairs and family ties sometimes cannot blend together.
Could it be that...the other party came to persuade me to let the King of Han return to the vassal territory?
In the midst of doubts, with the sound of hurried footsteps, Zhu Zhanji, Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty, also met Sang again after many years.
"Sir." Zhu Zhanji immediately stood up and got off the dragon chair.
Seeing that the other person's appearance remained unchanged, I couldn't help but be surprised.
Could it be that... the other party is really a god?
Sang saluted and then asked:
"Your Majesty, did you capture the King of Han?"
"Yes!" Ming Xuanzong nodded immediately: "Sir, the other party has rebelled several times, which has violated the national law. Originally, according to..."
Sang waved his hand:
"Don't worry, I'm not here to plead."
"It's just... I want to make a fortune for King Han!"
Emperor Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty could not help but be astonished:
"Sir, why is this?"
Sangben wanted to hide it.
But then I thought about it, if I can't explain the royal affairs clearly, I'm afraid I will be the one in trouble in the end.
Immediately, Sang said:
"Back then, when your grandfather, Emperor Yongle, asked me to tell you a fortune on his deathbed, I gave your two uncles a fortune."
"The hexagram shows that they will definitely rebel and it will break out when you ascend the throne."
"It's just...something has changed now!"
"It's true that your uncle rebelled, but the time has been advanced a lot for no reason!"
"As a result, your destiny, the destiny of the Ming Dynasty, and your uncle's destiny will all be messed up."
"When I predicted your future in the Buddhist temple, it was unpredictable."
"Now, I need to meet the King of Han and do my fortune telling again!"
Although Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty did not understand what Sang meant, he could probably tell that the other party did not seem to be lying.
Therefore, Ming Xuanzong agreed to Sang's request.
The two came to the palace of the King of Han together.
However, as soon as he got off the sedan chair and came to the entrance of Prince Han's Mansion, Sang stopped.
"gentlemen?"
Sang shook his head:
"Your Majesty, there is something evil in the Han Palace!"
"You and other members of the royal family are protected by dragon luck, so they should not be infected by evil spirits."
"Now that there is such a situation, the other party... I am afraid that his moral character is not shallow!"
Saying that, Sang took out the Buddhist beads that he had been wearing for a long time from his arms and put them on Ming Xuanzong's wrist without any explanation.
"Your Majesty, since there are evil spirits, it means that everything I just said is true."
"Later, no matter what happens, please don't leave my side, let alone... contact the King of Han alone!"
Immediately, Sang took Ming Xuanzong into the mansion.
At this time, Sang already had a handful of rosewood Ruyi in his hand.
This Ruyi has a picture of auspicious clouds and long life on it, which seems to be something extraordinary.
Sudden:
"Bang!"
There was a sound without warning, like muffled thunder.
The word "longevity" written in the palm of the mulberry palm immediately spun rapidly, and bursts of auspicious clouds roared out.
As the clouds and mist rolled, the surrounding demons and demons appeared one after another.
Most of these ghosts were wearing armor, and at a rough glance, there were actually a thousand in number.
"These are..." Sang was surprised, and after a little calculation, he looked at Ming Xuanzong in shock: "Your Majesty, have you killed all the Han kings?"
Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty had his hands behind his back. He was young and vigorous, but he seemed to have the majestic methods of Emperor Yongle.
Just being silent made Sang understand everything.
"Alas..." Sang sighed and shook his head slowly.
He had previously divined that Yongle Emperor Zhu Di was involved in a military disaster, Ming Renzong would suffer from physical weakness, and Ming Xuanzong, like his grandfather, would spend his life in the swordsmanship.
"Your Majesty, although you are the emperor, you still have to be careful when killing someone."
"If a murder is committed, God's will cannot be violated..."
Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty was somewhat disapproving, and looked at those monsters without any fear:
"Sir, this is wrong."
"These people who cling to the rebel party deserve to die!"
"If they don't die, I will suffer. How can I let them go?!"
Sang shook his head.
Since ancient times, only alchemists have known about the number of days. If you tell the emperor, no one will believe it.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be called the Nine-Five Master.
Immediately, Sang made seals with his hands and chanted the Taoist Sutra of Transcendence slowly.
In an instant, the demons and monsters around them roared in pain, but with the blessing of the scriptures, they gradually dissipated.
However, Sang was not relieved.
On the contrary, he became increasingly uneasy.
Because... the King of Han is just an ordinary man. Even if he is a prince, but he does not know magic, it is impossible to gather more than a thousand souls and resentments. Moreover, these are all his subordinates during his lifetime. Each of them is murderous, no less than
Fierce ghost!
"Sure enough, there are evil ways and secret plots?"
Sang murmured and led Ming Xuanzong into the inner courtyard.
At this time, in the thick fog, the King of Han staggered out.
Sang frowned.
Although I haven't seen him for many years, the King of Han's current appearance of being neither human nor ghost is undoubtedly haunted by evil spirits.
"Who am I asking? It turns out to be His Majesty, and Mr....?"
King Han let out a maniacal laugh, and his body twitched violently.
Sang didn't say anything, but suddenly slapped a palm and knocked King Han to the ground.
Looking at the black energy clinging to the palm of his hand, Sang knocked the black energy with his right hand with the word "longevity" in his right hand, and then knocked the black energy away.
"Is this... resentment?"
"Ordinary grievances should not be attached to the royal family and nobles. Could it be..."
Immediately, Sang threw out the copper coins.
The moment the copper coins hit the ground, they began to spin.
However, after spinning for a long time, the copper coin did not stop.
"As expected!"
Sang's eyebrows were awe-inspiring, and he appeared in front of King Han in a flash.
He slapped the palm of his hand towards King Han's eyebrows, and a harsh roar came out.
This voice is extremely familiar. Not only Sang, but also Ming Xuanzong recognized it.
"You are...Zhu Yunwen!" Ming Xuanzong looked at the King of Han in disbelief, and Sang gradually pulled away the resentment.
However, the next moment, Zhu Yunwen grinned, and his resentment completely dissipated.
And King Han's eyes also returned to clarity at this moment.
"Um?"
"I am..."
In a daze, Sang breathed a sigh of relief.
No matter what, the resentment was finally driven away.
Emperor Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty simply came over.
If... the rebellion was controlled by Zhu Yunwen's resentment from the beginning, then it's not like he couldn't forgive his uncle.
But at this moment, the King of Han suddenly sneered.
He suddenly stretched out his leg and tripped Ming Xuanzong.
Ming Xuanzong suddenly became furious:
"OK!"
"Originally, I thought that you would rebel because you were manipulated by that ghostly thing. It seems... your heart is just as cruel!"
"Come here, bring me a copper cauldron, set up a charcoal fire, and roast him alive!"