Ming Dynasty: A hundred-year-old immortal cultivator, Zhu Yuanzhang’s biological father

Chapter 3 My child, would you like to become an immortal!

"What, this! How is this possible!"

This scene made all the guards' scalps numb and goosebumps all over their bodies.

The coffin is floating in the air, the person is floating, and the person's appearance is unclear, and there are also barriers to protect the body...
They were certain that they had never seen anything so weird in their lives.

Am I dreaming?
This is the thought lingering in the minds of all the guards.

"You...no, you, who are you?"

One of the guards couldn't help but ask.

The man in black robes stopped.

I stopped for this sentence.

"Click rub rub..."

And with his random move, all the guards subconsciously raised their spears.

They are afraid, they are all afraid!
These cronies who accompanied Zhu Yuanzhang to travel south and north, fight all his life, and saw countless lives and deaths were all afraid of him.

"He won't die."

The man in black robe spoke slowly.

"Ah? You...can you save your grandson?"

One of the guards said in surprise.

The grandson is dead, everyone is extremely sure.

Letting him live again is tantamount to robbing people from the hands of the Lord of Hell. How is this possible?

But the person in front of him was too weird and fairy-like, and everyone subconsciously believed in what he said.

The man in black robes spoke again, his voice as gentle as jade: "Yes, he won't die."

"Because, I'm here."

After that, he waved his hand casually.

All the guards fell down.

Not only is he unconscious, but even the memory of this time will be erased.

Zhu Changye was accustomed to the system's preconditions for cultivating immortality in a low-key manner, so he didn't like to deal with things in a high-profile manner, and he had developed such a temperament.

Moreover, there is an unwritten rule in the circle of cultivating immortals. The mortal circle has developed its own rules and concepts since its development. Do not show yourself as a saint in front of mortals unless necessary.
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In Yingtian City, there is Tianyun Temple.

This is one of the footholds of Longhushan Taoism in Yingtian Mansion. Zhu Changye didn't know it, but Zhang Yishi, the doorman he brought with him, knew it very well.

He even knew where his Taoist forces from Longhu Mountain were located in Yingtian Mansion.

This was also the reason why Zhu Changye brought him out.

Having one more familiar person makes things easier.

The temple was very quiet now, and the next moment, Zhu Changye appeared out of thin air, followed by the floating coffin.

"Master Tian, ​​you are back."

Zhang Yishi, who had been waiting for a long time, came over and was used to all this.

Zhu Changye nodded, and then walked into the room prepared by Zhang Yishi with the coffin.

The coffin was opened and a body lay inside.

This is what ordinary people see.

And in Zhu Changye's eyes, he saw something more.

There are wandering ghosts everywhere, and some are still complaining to him: Give me back my husband, give me back my husband...
Zhu Changye took it for granted and took out a bottle from his arms. After opening it, a ghost came out of the bottle.

This is Zhu Xiongying’s soul.

He brought him up from the underworld.

Zhu Changye stuffed his soul into Zhu Xiongying's body again.

Soon.

Zhu Xiongying woke up leisurely and shouted weakly: "Water...water..."

Zhu Changye didn't move at all, but the water that had been prepared beside him floated into the air automatically, floated in front of Zhu Xiongying, and even fed it. "Gudong, Gudong..."

Zhu Xiongying drank hungrily.

After drinking a glass of water, he felt a slightly fuller texture.

"This, I...I'm alive?"

"Hey, old gentleman, who are you?"

Zhu Xiongying looked at Zhu Changye in front of him with great curiosity.

In his eyes, Zhu Changye was very clear, he was an old man.

Zhu Changye smiled and said, "My child, you must be Chongba's grandson."

Zhu Changye asked knowingly to continue the topic for the child.

Another reason is that he has been in seclusion for too long and has been withdrawn for so long that he has almost forgotten how to talk to people normally.

Zhu Xiongying, who is now eight years old, nodded: "Old man, I am! You...did you save me?"

Zhu Changye nodded: "That's right. I figured your fate shouldn't be cut off, so I brought you back from hell."

As he spoke, Zhu Changye subconsciously touched Zhu Xiongying's face.

"We haven't seen each other for so many years. Chongba has a grandson. He looks exactly like him when he was a child."

Zhu Xiongying was stunned, and then said in surprise: "Old man, no, Immortal! Do you know my grandfather?"

Zhu Changye thought for a while and said with a smile: "So be it."

"Child, I see that your bones are amazing. You are a genius that is rare to see in a century. Do you have any ideas about embarking on the journey of cultivating immortality with me?"

"Ah?" Zhu Xiongying said in surprise: "Really...really! Can I become an immortal?"

Zhu Changye nodded in acquiescence.

Zhu Xiongying was extremely pleasantly surprised, and then he seemed to have thought of something, with a lonely look in his eyes: "Immortal, I want to cultivate immortality, but... Grandpa said that the Ming Dynasty will ask me to come and see him in the future. I can't leave Grandpa behind."

In his opinion, to cultivate immortality is to abandon your family and all emotions in the world. This is what the scholars in the folk wrote.

No one has seen immortals, only those scholars wrote books about them. Naturally, they thought that the immortals in the books were the immortals in reality.

Zhu Changye was silent for a while.

Indeed, Zhu Xiongying was right about some things.

If you practice immortality, your life span will be increased.

Coupled with the status of God King, who is attracting the attention of countless people, once the succession lasts for more than a hundred or thousand years, then... what will the world think?
Therefore, to become an immortal, one must give up some of the status, fame and fortune in the mortal world. This is also fair to mortals.

"Then, do you want to become an immortal?"

Zhu Changye asked.

"I think so! But I want to be optimistic about the Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Xiongying answered without hesitation.

When Zhu Changye heard this, he laughed and said, "If you want to become an immortal, then this matter will be much easier to handle."

"Child, how about grandpa telling you a story?"

"Story?" Zhu Xiongying was stunned, and then said with curiosity: "Okay, listen to grandpa!"

Zhu Changye smiled and said, "That's right. There once was a dynasty called the Ming Dynasty. Well... let's just meet him as Dayun."

"The Dayun Dynasty was founded in 1368. The first major event of the founding of the Yun Dynasty was to stabilize the finances, consolidate layoffs, and start collecting taxes from the whole country."

"The main thing collected is agricultural tax. According to the financial data for the sixth year of Wanli, the total national fiscal revenue that year was 2652.7 million taels, of which agricultural tax accounted for 2080.2 million taels, industrial and commercial taxes accounted for 223.8 million taels, and miscellaneous income accounted for 348.7 million taels."

"Agricultural taxes are the most important to the country, accounting for nearly 80% of the country's total revenue."

"If you engage in agriculture, your life will be miserable. The risks are high and it's not profitable. If you want to collect taxes, you have to revitalize industry and commerce."

"It is fundamental to ask them to collect taxes, but in the sixth year of Wanli, industrial and commercial taxes only accounted for about 10% of the national tax revenue."

"In the early years of Chongzhen, the proportion of agricultural taxes increased to more than 80%, while industrial and commercial taxes still only accounted for more than ten percent."

(End of this chapter)