Following the order from Ming Xuanzong Zhu Zhanji, Sang suddenly groaned and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
His face was gloomy, and he immediately understood that it was no coincidence that Zhu Yunzhen's resentment appeared on the King of Han.
Originally, he tried his best to avoid participating in the Ming Dynasty's affairs, just to prevent himself from being hurt by the fluctuation of his energy when he intervened at a major turning point.
Now, with Zhu Zhanji's order, the previous patience came to nothing.
"well……"
Sang shook his head and did not stop Ming Xuanzong.
Because blocking it at this time has no meaning.
An imperial edict is like a certain rule. Once spoken, it means this direction and ending, and it is destined to be irreversible.
The Ming Dynasty is destined to fall into the madness of fratricide.
The Ming Dynasty was destined to continue for many more years after the death of King Han.
At the same time... Zhu Zhanji is also destined to be short-lived because of this!
And because of Zhu Yunwen's calculations, he could no longer continue to pry into the historical process after the Ming Dynasty.
Of course, the advantage is that... I can more easily intervene in the affairs of the Ming Dynasty without having to worry about being backlashed.
Seeing the King of Han laughing crazily in the bronze cauldron and ridiculing Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty for violating human ethics, Sang thought for a while and ordered:
"Your Majesty, you will never stop doing this."
"Now that you have this bad reputation, you can't leave any room for it!"
Zhu Zhanji clasped his hands behind his back and did not respond to Sang's words.
Seeing this, Sang shook his head, turned and left.
He knew that Zhu Zhanji would follow his advice.
Because... Thousands of years of history have proven that you can be a wise king, a benevolent king, a tyrant, or even a coward.
But no matter which one you choose, you can't be that... indecisive king.
Otherwise, it will not be beneficial to yourself, your relatives, or the country.
…
Sure enough, not long after returning to the temple, shocking news spread throughout Beijing.
All the sons of the Han king were killed by Zhu Zhanji.
Even the concubines who accompanied the King of Han under house arrest could not escape the fate of death.
For a moment, Sang suddenly felt...an inexplicable emotion in his heart.
It seems... I can no longer look at everyone's death with sighs like before!
…
On this day, it was freezing cold.
Sang looked at the falling snow outside the window, feeling increasingly uneasy.
"It seems...it's time..."
With a sigh, Sang left the temple and came to Zhu Zhanji's palace.
Zhu Zhanji, who was nicknamed the Cricket Emperor by civil servants, was already blowing out the lamp and pulling out the wax.
He lay weakly on the bed, showing a faint smile, looking at the two crickets fighting back and forth.
"Sir, you are here..."
Zhu Zhanji, Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty, smiled slightly:
"I'm sorry, I don't have the strength to get out of bed."
"But...since Mr. came to see me, it seems...it's time for me to leave."
Sang was silent for a moment, then slowly walked forward.
"You've done a great job."
"In terms of governance, you are not inferior to your father Ming Renzong."
"In terms of military exploits, you are not inferior to your grandfather Ming Chengzu."
Ming Xuanzong struggled to hold up his arms and sat up with a slight breath:
"Haha...I am so lucky to be praised by you like this..."
"But... there is one more thing that I would like to ask sir to tell you."
Sang sighed and shook his head helplessly:
"How come I don't know what you mean..."
"It's just... since you killed the King of Han that year, I have also suffered backlash for meddling in your royal affairs."
"Nowadays, it is impossible to see clearly the future of Ming Dynasty."
Ming Xuanzong showed a hint of understanding:
"No wonder when I met Mr. today, I found that... Mr.'s demeanor has changed a lot."
"If we talk about the past...you were a free-spirited immortal who could see through life and death."
"Now...it seems to have a touch of sadness."
Sang smiled bitterly and said:
"You, you..."
"You can also be considered my old friends."
"Back then, when you were born, I hugged you."
"It's fine now. You are all sitting on that cold dragon throne, but you are not living forever. How can you not make people sigh?"
Ming Xuanzong suddenly coughed several times in pain.
Sang hurriedly came to Ming Xuanzong's side, and gently tapped Zhu Zhanji's back with the word "longevity" in his hand to comfort him.
"Excuse me, sir."
"Obviously... in the beginning, it was just to assist my imperial grandfather. But in the end, it ended up worrying about three generations of our grandparents."
Sang couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"Okay, okay."
"While your body can still hold on, do whatever you want."
"Don't pay attention to what those civil servants said. You are a cricket emperor. As an emperor, you can't have your own hobbies."
Zhu Zhanji said nothing, but coughed painfully a few more times.
…
In this way, another half month later, Sang received the news of Zhu Zhanji's death.
Immediately afterwards, Zhu Zhanji's son succeeded to the throne, and his mother, the Queen Mother, interfered in the government affairs.
It's just that Sang didn't bother about these things anymore.
Strictly speaking, everyone who had friendship with him back then has also left.
He is still here, just waiting for an opportunity that he doesn't even know about.
As for complete strangers...just don't look at them.
Some years later, the Tumubao Incident occurred, and everyone in Beijing was in danger.
Even the young monks in the temple were terrified.
At this time, Sang's eyes already had a hint of sadness that he had never seen before.
"The changes in Tumu Fort..."
"The emperor was actually captured by Wala?"
"How could this be so..."
"In the original history, although this boy was a foolish king, he was not so incompetent. Could it be... that it was the impact of Zhu Zhanji's early killing of the King of Han?"
After thinking for three times, Sang looked at the Tathagata Buddha in front of him and shook his head:
"You are a great monk. Fortunately, the Ming Dynasty has been improving the status of Buddhism. In the end, you have been blessing for a long time without giving it to others..."
Still talking nonsense, Sang took the copper coins and started divination again.
This time, the copper coin still couldn't stop and kept spinning.
Sang's face suddenly turned gloomy.
There really is another warlock intervention!
"It seems...Zhu Yunwen should still be alive, but...it's hard to tell whether he is a human, a ghost, or some kind of monster who has survived until now..."
"Want to go to Wala?"
"Forget it... I heard that they have given up on saving that boy and want Zhu Zhanji's other son to succeed him."
"It's just... I really don't know if Beijing City can be defended if this continues..."
After weighing it again and again, Sang gritted his teeth.
"That's all, we can't just watch the Ming Dynasty be destroyed in one fell swoop!"
Immediately, Sang bit his finger and wiped a wisp of blood on the divination copper coin in front of him.
In an instant, the copper coin began to tremble, like a restless beast.
Sang formed a seal with his hands, and behind him sometimes the deity appeared, sometimes the Buddha showed mercy, and sometimes thousands of books came like a wild wave.
"At the very least... we have to give Beijing a share of national destiny..."
"It's just...the current throne is no longer that bastard's injury, so I can only feel sorry for the current little emperor..."
"Ming Dynasty Zong..."
"well……"
"It's really God's will."
Through the few remaining hexagrams, Sang could still see that Ming Dynasty Zong was much better than his brother Zhu Qizhen.
The former was able to stabilize the destiny of the Ming Dynasty, while the latter allowed the eunuchs to have exclusive power and ruined all the elites of the Ming Dynasty.
However, for the sake of national destiny, we can only let the Ming Dynasty Zong support it.
Immediately, Sang cast a spell with copper coins, extracting the dragon luck of the Ming Dynasty clan and falling into the city of Beijing.
It was also on this day that Yu Qian fought against all opinions and did not allow the imperial court to move south. Instead, he fought to the death with his troops and horses, and finally defended the city of Beijing, and allowed Ming Dynasty Zong to successfully inherit the throne.
When they heard the news, the monks in the temple cheered. Only Sang knew what the impact of his actions would be.
"The Ming Dynasty clan's fortunes were declining, and Zhu Qi suppressed the situation but did not freeze. I'm afraid... there will still be waves."
"I can't say...it's brothers fighting against each other again..."
Sang shook his head.
…
At this point, some years have passed.
On this day, at Yu Qian's suggestion, Zhu Qizhen was finally welcomed back.
Immediately afterwards, the rebellion began, and Zhu Qizhen killed Ming Dynasty Zong and became the emperor again.
During his tenure, he even killed Yu Qian who rescued him.
When Sang heard the news in the temple, he was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Ancestor, what's wrong with you!" The young monk on the side was frightened out of his mind.
Sang looked helpless:
"Don't call me ancestor. What does my face have to do with 'old'?"
"Forget it, you don't have to worry about me, I'll go out for a walk by myself."
The little monk's eyes suddenly widened:
"Ancestor, you... you have lived in this temple for decades, and now you are willing to leave!"
"It's not easy!"
Sang rolled his eyes:
"If you can't speak, then stop talking!"
"Be careful if Buddha comes to hit you."
With that said, Sang left the temple directly.
As soon as I came outside, I saw people on both sides coming spontaneously.
These people's faces were filled with sadness as they all looked at the man in the prison car who was about to go to the execution ground.
"Is he Yu Qian?" Sang murmured: "Did the little emperor lose his head? He actually killed his savior?"
"Without him, that kid would still be working as a cow or a horse on the grassland..."
"well……"
"It's a pity, God's will cannot be violated..."
Sang shook his head and could tell at a glance that Yu Qian was exhausted.
Looking at the wailing people on both sides, Sang frowned.
Although he was almost in a state of invisibility after his destiny ended.
But when he thought of Zhu Di, Zhu Gaochi, and Zhu Zhanji, he couldn't bear the thought of losing his great country to a useless Zhu Qizhen.
"Do you want to take action?"
Sang fell into deep thought.
Could this... be the person secretly stirring up the situation? Is this what you want to see?