Journey to the West: Start by giving Taishang Laojun a whole life

Chapter 253 The Imperial Seal of the State is Useless? Let's Recommend the Compound Crossbow

Fool.

The time traveler, Fan Xian, naturally didn't understand this joke, and his eyes were full of doubt.

This was Zhang Tian's way of teasing Fan Xian. He had originally intended to call him a clone, but firstly, he felt it was impolite, and secondly...

Although it's unknown how Fan Xian's memories were transferred to the baby, it can still be considered viviparous, born from Ye Qingmei's ten months of pregnancy, which goes beyond the definition of a clone.

So Zhang Tian called the other person the Fool, simply because Fan Xian's experience was somewhat similar to the Fool's: "This is still Earth."

"You didn't travel through space, but rather..."

"time!"

As soon as these words came out.

Fan Xian was stunned on the spot, looking completely bewildered. After a brief moment of thought, he suddenly realized what had happened, his face filled with disbelief, as if he couldn't accept this cruel reality.

"After experiencing nuclear war, the entire civilization of the earth was destroyed. Some of humanity fled the earth, while others lay in deep underground."

"Wait until the time is right."

“Some people will awaken from hibernation, travel the world, and teach the new humans to evolve, to walk the right path, and to become the masters of this planet and this nature!”

"This group of people has a name that you are very familiar with, and that is..."

"Temple!"

This is the history of the world of Joy of Life.

However, contrary to what Zhang Tian said, the beings walking among humans are not the remnants of Earthlings, but life forms cloned by the artificial intelligence in the military museum, supporting human evolution and restoring humanity to its rightful place as the master of Earth.

If it weren't for this group of people bringing advanced technology to help...

Humanity's ancestors were long ago devoured by Titans radiating nuclear radiation; how could they have formed an ancient civilization so quickly as they do now?

These are the people sent by the museum.

They are known as the Celestial Veins.

Museums are called temples, meaning places where gods reside.

When Fan Xian heard those two familiar words, he immediately recalled the day he entered the city, when he was deliberately led to meet the chicken leg girl he had fallen in love with at first sight.

He recalled the murals he had seen.

Suddenly he was shocked.

He thought it was some kind of myth, but you're telling me it's history?
The absurdity he felt was no less than that of humanity finally building a spaceship after thousands of years of effort, ready to fly out of the Milky Way, only to be blocked by Bai Qi, who said that without Qin Shi Huang's order, humanity was forbidden from flying beyond the Great Wall...

Fan Xian stood there, bewildered in the wind.

Zhang Tian then revealed his purpose, "Your mother Ye Qingmei and I are allies, or at least we share the same goal."

"Since you chose to come to Kyoto, it means you're quite bold and have plenty of confidence."

"That's why I came to find you."

"I want you to lend me a hand!"

Fan Xian was confused, but he had some guesses. After all, before he left, his grandmother had warned him that his mother had died in the capital, which was obviously not a normal death.

But he didn't know who his enemy was.

He thought it was Aunt Liu.

He said half-jokingly, "I'm just the illegitimate son of the old man Si Nan from the countryside. In this huge capital city, I'm not even an ant. Besides, my mother has been dead for almost twenty years. What enemies could I possibly have left behind?"

“You have an internal vault.”

"Huh? You're not wearing underwear?"

Zhang Tian: …

He gave Fan Xian a little explanation: "The Inner Treasury is a chamber of commerce established by your mother when she traveled the world. She developed many groundbreaking industrial products, such as soap, sugar, cement, salt, and other strategic materials. You know how valuable this chamber of commerce is, right?"

Pick one at random.

Both can make people incredibly wealthy.

Not to mention all those combined punches.

Fan Xian once hoped to create something to become a wealthy man, but his mother thwarted his plans, so he knew the true value of such a thing: "wealth comparable to a country?"

"It will be even more powerful, no less so than the future central bank of the United States."

No matter how powerful a tycoon is.

They can't beat the bank owners either.

That could easily create a massive chain of vested interests. Who would willingly hand over something as easy as printing money to someone else?
This immediately made Fan Xian gasp, and he sighed softly, "Then I really deserve to die!!"

He realized the seriousness of the problem.

He originally thought it was just an internal power struggle within the mansion, or at most a few women's scheming.

But now it has escalated to this extent.

That power struggle! I wonder how many people it will bury!
After a moment's thought, Fan Xian knew that he had no way to avoid it. He had come to the capital to avenge his mother, and the enormous wealth she left behind would naturally be his.

Regardless of who he leaves it to in the future.

It must never be left in the hands of an enemy.

He looked at Zhang Tiandao seriously and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want to rebel."

"Holy crap, you're going all in?"

Fan Xian was initially worried about the power struggles within the Imperial Treasury, but upon hearing Zhang Tian's goal, he suddenly felt that his own situation wasn't so serious after all.

He was a little excited. "How many people do you have?"

Zhang Tian gestured with two fingers.

Fan Xian immediately clapped his hands, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. "Twenty thousand men? That's enough for a rebellion. Once I get the Imperial Treasury and possess that wealth that rivals a nation, I'll arm them. Twenty thousand heavy cavalry can sweep away everything!"

silence.

Fan Xian: "Two thousand people?"

Fan Xian: "Alright... I'll think about it later. Dad is 'come,' and brother is 'go.' Double kill at Xuanwu Gate!"

Even an old man named Li could become emperor.

They numbered two thousand.

Maybe, probably, possibly...

Zhang Tian remained silent.

Fan Xian couldn't hold back any longer.

Fan Xian: Not buddies! It's just the two of us?

He didn't hold back his praise, saying, "Go to hell."

He suddenly felt that his mother Ye Qingmei's death was quite reasonable. After all, if all transmigrators thought like Zhang Tian, ​​arriving with no power and yet clamoring to rebel, their ashes would indeed be scattered everywhere.

"I don't have any people."

"But I'll show you something."

Zhang Tian brought something with him, wrapped in a parcel.

Fan Xian glanced at it and teased, "Oh, you're even wrapping it in cloth. Are you planning to take a stone and write something like 'By the mandate of Heaven, may your life be long and prosperous' on it?"

"My lord, times have changed!"

"Even if you give me that thing, I won't want it!"

After all, they've already time-traveled.

Even if it's not spatial travel, it's time travel.

That symbolized imperial power.

It symbolizes orthodoxy.

The Imperial Seal of the State symbolizes supreme power.

It has lost its function.

It really has become nothing more than a stone!

Anyway, Fan Xian didn't want it. What surprised him was that the package didn't contain the Imperial Seal of the State as he had imagined, but a real ruthless guy.

"Hiss! This is... the king of cold weapons!! The composite crossbow!!"

Fan Xian touched it incredulously, carefully pulled the bowstring, looked at the relatively simple structure of the gun, turned to Zhang Tian, ​​and asked a question, "Can it fire in bursts?"

"Easy."

A composite crossbow capable of rapid-fire?

Fan Xian: As for the two of us rebelling, it's not allowed in principle, but you have to stick to the principles...

Fan Xian: Hey! My lord, times have changed again!
(End of this chapter)