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

Chapter 35 I can’t believe it, the City God really showed up!

After Zhu Yuanzhang returned to the palace, he announced the decree in a hurry.

"Come here! Go tell Zhan Hui, the Minister of Civil Affairs, and ask him to thoroughly investigate the Huaibei department. Officials who have not dealt with the victims unfavorably and have not done anything should be removed from their posts and investigated!"

"Send a message to Fu Youwen, the Minister of Household Affairs, to open Taicang grain, allocate funds to Huaibei, and at the same time, provide relief to the victims of Zhili in the south!"

"Let me tell you, ask the governor of Yingtian Mansion: Is your special mother blind? There are so many refugees in Yingtian Mansion and you can't see it. Do you want me to put a knife on your neck before you do anything?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's imperial edict is very simple and popular, but the more it is like this, it means that Zhu Yuanzhang has no murderous intention.

But once Zhu Yuanzhang uses words such as "Fengtian Chengyun" and "I", it means that the other party is not far from death.

The imperial edict issued to Zhu Changye before was carried by heaven. That was because Zhu Changye was an "immortal" and had saved his grandson and his wife. He wanted to be more disciplined and behaved.

After completing his instructions, Zhu Yuanzhang was ready to review the memorial.

Not long after,

Fu Youwen, the minister of household affairs, came here.

"His Majesty."

Fu Youwen saluted.

Zhu Yuanzhang was still reviewing the memorial, and he glanced at it inadvertently: "Why are you here? Do you have any objections to our imperial edict?"

"No, no, no, I don't dare." Fu Youwen said in a panic: "It's just...this year's drought has caused the counties and counties near Yingtian Mansion, including Yingtian Mansion, to have no rain for more than a month."

"If there is no revenue this year, our national treasury will not be able to sustain food for long."

"If the source of the rain is not solved, the court will not be able to save many refugees in the future even if it saves the current refugees."

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, his eyes became gloomy.

He didn't answer, but looked for the memorial again.

I quickly found a memorial.

The memorial in hand was written by the Yin of Tianfu, requesting the imperial court to allocate funds to build canals and dig wells to combat drought.

After reading for a while, he closed the memorial.

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly: "It is a big matter that needs to be solved."

Fu Youwen breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a while, and said, "Your Majesty, it hasn't rained for more than a month, and now there are already some nonsense in the market."

"Say." Zhu Yuanzhang rubbed his forehead with a headache.

"They say the reason for the severe drought is...because Your Majesty has killed too many people in recent years, so the heavens sent disasters. This is a warning."

boom!
Zhu Yuanzhang slammed the table angrily and shouted: "That's nonsense. We are killing corrupt officials and traitors."

"Could it be that someone deliberately spread these remarks?"

Fu Youwen continued: "Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince came to see me this morning. I also told His Highness the Crown Prince. His Highness the Crown Prince also thinks so and has ordered the Jinyi Guards to investigate."

"Hmph, we are not afraid of this." Zhu Yuanzhang snorted coldly: "In disaster years, we are most afraid of man-made disasters. If anyone dares to be greedy, we will kill as many as they can."

"But your majesty, it hasn't rained all this time. I'm afraid that rumors will spread." Fu Youwen sighed: "The important thing is that the food harvest is poor, which will ultimately hurt the people."

Zhu Yuanzhang had a headache: "Hey, this is what we are most worried about."

Fu Youwen thought for a while and asked: "Your Majesty, I heard that a new supervisor of the Qintian Prison was appointed today. Why don't you summon the new supervisor of the Qintian Prison?"

"Although the severe drought will continue in Yang Jianzheng before, maybe... New Jianzheng has something to do?"

After Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, he thought for a moment and then said: "Okay, you go to the Qintian Prison and tell Lu Ben, let him go to the prison in person to discuss the matter!"

"The new eunuch is not in Qin Tian Jian. As for where he is? Ask Lu Ben to go outside the imperial city and someone will take him there."

Go outside the imperial city?

So, Xin Jianzheng didn’t come to Qin Tian Jian?

Your Majesty is willing to condone such a thing. Could it be that this person has a great education?
Since the imperial edict appointing the new eunuch had just been issued in the morning, Fu Youwen did not know who the new eunuch was.

Fu Youwen's eyes flashed, and he cupped his hands and said, "My lord, I obey the order."

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Qin Tianjian.

"Oh? He's so capable, and I still want me to go outside to invite him."

Lu Ben raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Do you really think you are an immortal? Wandering outside the court."

Fu Youwen didn't know that the new supervisor was an immortal, but he, Lu Ben, who was appointed deputy supervisor, knew it.

In the morning, Zhu Yuanzhang went to relax, and it was Prince Zhu Biao who sent someone to tell him.

"Fairy?"

"Wait a minute, the new prisoner is an immortal?"

Fu Youwen's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

Lu Ben sneered: "Yes, Immortal, haha... What an Immortal. As the Superintendent of Qin Tian Jian, I have never seen anything like this from Qin Tian Jian."

"In my opinion, Your Majesty and the others have been bewitched."

Lu Ben had been serving as Deputy Supervisor for several years, and every year he hoped that Yang Ruchang would die and then take up the post of Supervisor himself.

Supervisor, Deputy Supervisor.

The difference between one word and another is the definition of real power and imaginary power.

He had been looking forward to it for several years. Finally, Yang Ruchang was about to die, and a new prison officer came out of the sky.

I don't know how many years the new supervisor will stay. If he is younger than him, doesn't it mean that he will not be able to reach the position of supervisor even if he is killed?

How not to be angry? How not to be annoyed?
"Deputy Superintendent Lu, you can't say that."

Fu Youwen was startled. He leaned close to his ear and said, "Be careful, the walls have ears."

Lu Ben raised his eyebrows: "Shilang Fu is right, I just acted out of impulse."

"Now that His Majesty has a decree, I will go find the new supervisor."

He didn't have much respect for the new supervisor.

Immortal? It's just a lie to a kid, he doesn't believe it.

As for the rescue of Xiongying and Queen Ma, Lu Ben believed that it was the old man's work.

Zhu Xiongying faked his death, and Queen Ma pretended to be ill in order to put on a show and bring out the immortal.

Then the immortal assists the hero, making all officials awe and convinced, making the hero's status worry-free.

"Deputy Superintendent Lu, how about I go too?"

Fu Youwen said with a smile.

Lu Ben raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to see that immortal?"

Fu Youwen coughed: "Ahem, I just wanted to check out the sentiment of the people and see how the recent influx of refugees has been. Let's go along."

Lu Ben rolled his eyes: "Okay, let's go together."

"I just want to show you a trick, so that the magic stick can't pretend anymore, immortal? Haha, are there any immortals in the world? As the deputy supervisor of Qin Tian Prison, don't you know?"
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Tianyun Temple.

Zhu Changye came back very early to meditate and practice.

Today, he seemed to have faintly touched the realm barrier.

soon.

A touch of soul left the body and came to the outside of Tianyun Temple, looking down at the Ming Dynasty capital from high in the sky.

The streets of the capital city of the Ming Dynasty are like a picture scroll, with busy traffic and a steady flow of people. The melodious sound of bells came from the bell tower in the distance, echoing continuously.

The wind blew gently, and Zhu Changye's robe was fluttering in the wind.

"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and are mixed and endowed with fluid shapes. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To people, it is said to be vast, and it is as abundant as the sky."

He closed his eyes quietly.

Gradually, his body began to emit a strong light, as if connected to the entire universe.

He raised his hands slightly and pointed his fingers towards the sky, where thousands of stars fell.

As time passed, his body began to tremble, as if he was undergoing some painful transformation.

His skin began to become transparent, and the air flow in his body could be seen surging. His eyes became bright and could see through everything.

And when he opened his eyes again, they were bright.

The aura exuding is also stronger than before.

He was promoted.

Become the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

When he reaches the middle stage of Nascent Soul, his soul can leave the body at will.

"It's been a while since we've been out. It's time to go back."

Zhu Changye smiled slightly and walked towards Tianyun Temple.

Return to Tianyun Temple.

He wanted to return to his body, but saw a praying person walking in with incense at the door. Zhu Changye thought for a while, then took a slight breath, and two strands of sandalwood fell into his nose, and a smile appeared on his face.

really.

He is the city god here, so these are offered to him, which means that he can inhale the incense here.

An old man with gray hair walked past Zhu Changye.

He placed tributes on the table in front of his statue. The tribute was fresh sweet-scented osmanthus cake, which was fragrant.

Zhu Changye smelled it and his mouth was filled with saliva.

….It smells so good!

How many years have I not eaten sweet-scented osmanthus cake?

Zhu Changye's appetite was aroused. He liked to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake when he was alive, but he never tasted it again after his wife left.

Looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Zhu Changye stepped forward with his sleeves raised, leaned over and smelled it: "It smells so good. Just smelling it makes me greedy. I wonder how it tastes?"

next moment.

Zhu Changye looked at the old man.

"Since this is a tribute, I should be able to eat it."

After saying this, Zhu Changye took a gentle sniff at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and a special wisp of air floated out of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Not bad, not bad." Zhu Changye savored the taste.

Beautiful and delicious, this word fits him perfectly. In the state of his soul, eating depends on his sense of smell. Of course, it doesn't mean that he can't eat directly. The City God's Temple has blessings for the respective City God. In his City God's Temple, he is invincible.

It's easy to eat an osmanthus cake with your soul.

It’s just that eating something is too scary, and it’s not good to scare the person praying.

"City God, this is what I have learned to make these days. It is delicious...Bless me, this sweet grandson of our family will recover from his illness, and he will be able to read in the future, as well as my son..."

The old man muttered a lot of wishes.

Zhu Changye, who was standing aside, was a little dumbfounded: "What an old man, one bite of your sweet-scented osmanthus cake makes me want so many wishes."

The next moment, Zhu Changye looked at the little guy beside the old man who was quietly holding his clothes. His nose was slightly red and there was a hint of mucus coming out of his nose. He looked like he should be four years old, but he was neither noisy nor fussy, as the old man said. It's true to be well-behaved.

"Very good." Zhu Changye laughed.

Immediately he squatted down and looked at the little boy's curious eyes looking around: "The red nose is probably because of the cold wind. I just ate a piece of cake. All the old man's wishes cannot be fulfilled, so this counts as one."

"Nothing is forbidden."

Zhu Changye made a slight tap, and a golden light burst out from his hand and penetrated into the little boy's body.

After finishing,
Zhu Changye smiled, stood up and left.

Like a person who is bored at home, he walks towards other pilgrims, looking at the tributes of pilgrims here and the pilgrims who are very careful about burning incense there. It feels very uncomfortable.
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.......
At this moment, the little boy suddenly felt his nose itchy.

Ah sneeze~~
He sneezed heavily and then felt refreshed. His nose was clear and his red nose was visibly healed.

"Hey, Xiaojiu, are you cold?" The old man heard his grandson sneezing and looked down.

The little boy shook his head.

He opened his mouth and said that he was not cold, and that the old man was fine when he saw this, but his men moved a little faster, fearing that the little boy would get cold if he stayed out for too long.

"Grandpa, I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

The little boy's health has improved and his appetite has increased. He looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the desk and became greedy.

"You silly boy, we are offering sacrifices to the City God. We will eat after he has finished paying tribute." The old man said, and the little boy nodded obediently.

Not long after.

The old man just completed a series of operations such as worshiping the city god, burning longevity gold, etc., and took a few coins and put them into the merit box.

He was about to collect the tribute and go back. When he walked to the place where the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was placed, he put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake away, broke off a small piece and put it in the hands of his grandson.

"Thank you, grandpa." The little boy thanked him, which made the old man smile and couldn't help but rub his grandson's head.

"Uh yeah~~"

The little boy made the sound of eating something unpleasant, and the old man stopped when he heard the tribute.

The old man wondered, is it so unpalatable?
He made two today, and the one he ate just now was quite delicious... Could it be that we are getting older and our taste has become heavier, so we think it is delicious, but Xiaojiu thinks it is not delicious after eating it?

"Isn't it delicious?"

"Grandpa, this has no taste." The little boy said truthfully, and put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the old man's hand to express that he would not eat it.

The old man felt shocked. Is it really so unpalatable?

He took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Bah." After chewing a few mouthfuls, the old man spit it directly into his hand, feeling like he was chewing wax.

The sweetness and aroma of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake were gone, and it looked like a hollow dough ball, even filled with crushed powder inside.

"Xiao Jiu, I don't want to eat this sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Grandpa will make it for you when he gets back."

After the old man finished speaking, he quickly collected his things.

While putting things away, he was muttering in his mind, something strange, two sweet-scented osmanthus cakes were made together, why did this one taste so good and the one at home was delicious? Could it be a problem with the oven?

Holding his little grandson in hand, the old man walked out of the temple.

Sui Er.

The old man saw that his grandson's originally red nose had healed and that the runny nose had not appeared since he had a cold: "Xiao Jiu, do you want to wipe your nose?"

"Grandpa, I feel like my cold is gone and I don't feel so uncomfortable anymore." Xiao Jiu smiled, happy that he didn't feel that uncomfortable.

So fast?
When the old man was surprised, he caught a glimpse of the tasteless osmanthus cake in the bag in his hand, and an incredible thought came to his mind...
The City God has appeared!
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