Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

"Is the old monk crazy?"

Zhu Di frowned slightly, recalling that day in the secret room, when Dao Yan heard the secret of his so-called "dragon slaying technique", pointed at his "real dragon", and shuddered a little at the murderous intent in his eyes.

But Zhu Di quickly calmed down, looked at the eldest prince Zhu Gaochi beside him, and asked, "What do you think?"

Zhu Gaochi shook his head and said: "Master Daoyan may have fallen into a dead end. The smarter the person, the harder it is to get out. I have heard the "On National Destiny" relayed by my father. Is this the same as being bewitched by a monster and losing consciousness? There are two different things. What Mr. Jiang said was very noble, but it was Master Daoyan who went astray."

"Ji Gang."

"I'm here!" Ji Gang knew that Zhu Di had made a decision.

"Xiang Xiang Yuan Gong, I remember you said yesterday that you had invited him over from eastern Zhejiang?"

"Reporting to your majesty, that is exactly what happened. Your majesty last time told the ministers to send the royal guards to the east of Zhejiang to invite him back. Now he lives in the Cheng'en Temple Post House inside the Jubao Gate."

Zhu Di ordered through the curtain: "Go and invite the layman Yuan to come. Rest where you are for a stick of incense, and then go in after the layman Yuan arrives."

There was an important reason why Zhu Di had to wait for Yuan Gong to come before entering the temple.

Yuan Gong, named Tingyu, also known as Liuzhuang Jushi, was from Yin in eastern Zhejiang. During the chaos at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, all seventeen members of his family died in a military disaster. When he was traveling overseas in the Luojia Mountains, he met a strange monk who taught him the art of fortune-telling.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Yuan Gong was already famous all over the world. He was once appointed as the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel by Zhu Yuanzhang. He had met many high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and he was absolutely infallible.

The ties between Yuan Gong, Zhu Di and Yao Guangxiao are even deeper.

During the Hongwu Dynasty, Yuan Gong met Yao Guangxiao at Songshan Temple. After meeting him, he said, "What a strange monk he is!"

After Yao Guangxiao defected to Zhu Di, he also recommended Yuan Gong to meet him. After Yuan Gong arrived in Peiping, he met Zhu Di in Prince Yan's palace and left a message: "The dragon walks like a tiger, the sun horn reaches the sky, the emperor of Taiping is also, he is forty years old and must pass his navel." , The comment that you will ascend to the great treasure" really came true during the Battle of Jingnan.

As a result, Yuan Gong became the top authority in Zhu Di's mind when it came to the mysticism of strange powers and chaos.

In fact, "Liuzhuang Xiangfa" written by Yuan Gong was still an important reference book for the study of physiognomy until the time before Jiang Xinghuo time traveled.

Now that the old monk is crazy, Zhu Di feels that only the fortune teller Yuan Gong can solve the problem in this world.

"There is a real person deep in the Bitan, who looks like a peach blossom and has a body like silver.

Then he rode a white deer across the blue sea, and then rode a green ox into the cave sky. "

Not long after, faint chanting sounded on the stone road outside Jubao Gate.

Zhu Di got out of the carriage, but saw neither a white deer nor a green cow. Instead, a skinny old man rode a bald donkey slowly approaching. There was a huge wine gourd hanging on the saddle of the bald donkey.

When the old man came closer, without waiting for Zhu Di to come forward to greet him, the old man got off his donkey very politely, tied it up by the willow tree and saluted Zhu Di, without any of the unusual habits of a Dodger.

"Old Yuan Gong has met the Holy Emperor."

"Jun Yuan, don't be too polite."

Zhu Di had something to ask for, so naturally he refused to let Yuan Gong bow, so he quickly supported him.

The two of them stood up. Yuan Gong looked at Zhu Di and said with a smile: "Your Majesty has the dragon spirit in his body, and he is even more colorful than before."

Zhu Di looked at Yuan Gong, who was in tattered clothes and had a faint smell of rancidity, and squeezed out a smile: "Jiu Yuan has a strong appearance, but he doesn't look like someone who is about to reach his seventies."

Zhu Di was a little puzzled. Yuan Gong came from a scholar-bureaucrat family in the Song Dynasty. He also served as a high-ranking official in the imperial court in the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties. All the people he interacted with were high-ranking officials. How did he become such an old beggar?

The mature Yuan Gong saw Zhu Di's doubts and just explained, "Meat-eaters are reluctant to eat meat because of their contempt." He took advantage of Zhu Di before he could react and asked about Zhu Di's intention of calling him.

"Is Dao Yan crazy?"

Yuan Gong frowned slightly, obviously this incident also surprised him. Yuan Gong counted it with his fingers and said casually: "If Your Majesty wants to wake him up, there is no need to find another way. I know a few things and can help Your Majesty." A helping hand.”

Zhu Di was immediately delighted and said, "It's so good. I'd like to thank you layman for taking the trouble."

Yuan Gong waved his hand to signal Zhu Di not to worry, and continued to ask: "May I ask your majesty who is the master who made Dao Yan crazy?"

Zhu Di hesitated for a while and sighed, "It was a gentleman named Jiang. With a few words, Dao Yan fell into a dead end."

Zhu Di didn't want to say it clearly. After all, Jiang Xinghuo was an extraordinary person. If he was really an immortal, he might not even be able to count Yuan Gong.

Yuan Gong did not go into details, and the group entered the Datianjie Temple under the leadership of the monks in the temple.

In the Palace of the Heavenly King.

The once smiling clay sculpture of Maitreya Buddha has now been sewn shut with a black ink pen.

The majestic demon-subduing pestle in the hand of Veda Tianzun Bodhisattva was also broken into two pieces.

The entire hall was struck in half by lightning, with one half collapsed and the other intact, which looked extremely strange.

"Master Daoyan?"

"Old monk?"

Entering the Heavenly King's Hall, the shouts of Zhu Di and Zhu Gaochi echoed in the hall.

The Buddhist murals covered with messy writings on the walls of the temple add to the weirdness.

In the corner, a group of black figures stood up after hearing the sound.

Zhu Di took the lead and rushed forward, but almost lost his voice.

I saw that the luxurious black cassock originally embroidered with gold thread on Daoyan's body was now in dilapidation. Daoyan's face was thin and dazed, his eyes were hollow, and he looked like a walking corpse.

He raised his old face, looked at the visitor, seemed to be aware of it, and murmured to himself.

"Old monk, why are you like this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dao Yan's triangular eyes suddenly opened like a sick tiger!

"You are not a real dragon, you are a blood-sucking insect!"

When Zhu Di heard this, he was startled at first, and then became angry.

But after all, the other party was Dao Yan. Zhu Di suppressed his anger and scolded: "Old monk, are you really crazy?"

"Everyone understands the dragon-slaying skills taught by Jiang Sheng." Dao Yan sneered, "The so-called nobles, since their birth, are just blood-sucking insects that have attached themselves to the common people!"

"Buddha Sakyamuni was originally the prince of Suddhodana in India and belonged to the Kshatriya caste. However, he abandoned his wealth and fled to Buddhist Buddhism to pursue enlightenment through hard training. He did not want to be a blood-sucking insect and wanted to open a new path for heaven and earth!"

"There is no boundless human lifespan in the world, nor is there a country that lasts for thousands of years!"

"The material foundation is what determines the top structure!"

"When new manufacturing power emerges and the material foundation changes, the dragon 'Dynasty' will overturn in an instant!"

"Do you think that the voyage to the West will continue the dynasty and the national destiny? It will give birth to new manufacturing power!"

"After slaying the dragon, only the producer will remain immortal!"

"I've realized it! Hahahaha!"

Daoyan pointed at Miroku Furisode, whose mouth was sewn, and laughed.