Ming Dynasty: Regrets about the Jingnan Rebellion? I changed it in a dream!

Chapter 93 Hou Yi shoots the old Taoist priest, Zhuang Mu's grandfather

Becoming the sun is actually no different from becoming an immortal.

The slightly bad thing is that.

I feel like I have no hands or feet and can't do anything.

Ten suns baked the earth, and all the water on the surface was evaporated.

The old Taoist priest could see with his own eyes that all living things on the ground were dying rapidly. Without water, both humans and all things would die.

However, his heart was calm.

What does it have to do with him if all the people are suffering? Now he is the sun!

He is a god who is above all things!
Looking at the other nine suns around him, the old Taoist priest felt a little unhappy.

"Zhuang Mu, isn't the sun just one?"

"Get rid of the other nine suns. Since I have become an immortal, I will be the only immortal."

Hearing this, Zhuang Mu was a little surprised.

I didn’t expect that the reason why the old Taoist wanted to destroy the nine suns around him was that he wanted to be the only one.

How cold and selfish.

If a normal person sees all living things being scorched by the sun, he or she would probably feel compassion.

Zhuang Mu responded: "Don't worry, someone will come and get rid of these nine suns, and you will be the only sun."

"Well... But the premise is that you can survive."

The old Taoist priest was a little confused when he heard this?
What do you mean?
At this time, all living things were being burned, becoming listless, and waiting for death to come.

On the ground, there was a man running with a bow and arrow in his hand, his upper body naked, a strong body, and brown skin.

Zhuang Mu raised the corner of his mouth slightly with a smile and said to the old Taoist priest.

"Look, isn't this coming?"

The old Taoist priest looked down.

He also saw the man holding the long bow.

Looking at this scene, the old Taoist priest's heart suddenly tightened.

Wait a minute!

Ten suns, a man holding a large bow...

The old Taoist priest immediately thought of a myth from ancient times.

That is, in the Pre-Qin period, related myths were recorded and circulated.

There is a sentence in "Chu Ci Zhangju": In the time of Yao, ten suns came out at the same time, and the grass and trees were scorched and withered. Yao ordered Yi to shoot down the ten suns, and he hit nine of them. All nine crows in the sun died and lost their wings, so he spared one day.

Simply put, during the Yao and Shun period, ten suns appeared in the sky at the same time, causing the grass and trees to wither. Yao then ordered Houyi to shoot down nine of the suns and leave one.

This story is the legendary...Houyi shooting down the sun.

The old Taoist priest was suddenly panicked.

"Zhuang Mu, this guy running with a bow...could he be called Hou Yi?"

Zhuang Mu nodded: "You guessed correctly, the man holding a bow and running towards you ten suns is the legendary Hou Yi."

"Isn't his target me?"

Zhuang Mu gave the old Taoist priest a look.

The next second, an arrow pierced through Zhuang Mu's body and passed by the old Taoist priest, who was like the sun.

"I'm afraid you need to hurry. Your brothers and sisters have run away."

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist looked around, only to see that the other nine suns had disappeared without a trace.

This made him lose some of his faith.

Immediately afterwards, Houyi's arrow did not miss the target again.

Before the old Taoist priest could run away, an arrow hit him right in the heart, where he had just become the sun.

Then he fell.

I am so unwilling to accept the fact that I will die and disappear. Shouldn't the sun exist forever?

Why would he die again?

Aren't immortals supposed to be immortal? How can they die?

When he was alive, the old Taoist priest could feel that his whole body was emitting boiling heat.

But when Houyi shot an arrow in the heart.

The old Taoist priest felt cold, extremely cold, the feeling of death... so uncomfortable.

Then, when the old Taoist priest opened his eyes again, it was pitch black all around him. Only Zhuang Mu was standing there. He immediately asked angrily, "Is this the end?"

Zhuang Mu nodded: "It's over, aren't you dead?"

Hearing this, the old Taoist priest was a little bit unbelievable: "But I haven't experienced the joy of being a fairy, nor the eternal life of a fairy..."

Before the old Taoist priest finished speaking, Zhuang Mu shrugged.

He said helplessly: "The immortality of the immortals is not innate, but is cultivated step by step by themselves, crawling out of life and death step by step."

"Although you didn't experience the joy of being an immortal, didn't you experience the cruelty of becoming an immortal?"

"Immortals seek immortality and seek longevity. They can disregard the lives of the living beings in the world and seize the creation of the world."

"You seek immortality, and others are also seeking immortality."

"Other people live for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Do you think you have the qualifications to compete with them for the path to immortality?"

“There are always people who are better than you, and there are always mountains who are better than you.”

"Do you really want to seek immortality?"

"Or maybe you are not an immortal at all, but simply want to be above all things forever?"

The old Taoist priest was immediately stumped by the question.

Speechless.

Before the old Taoist priest could continue thinking, Zhuang Mu snapped his fingers.

The old Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly he felt a little pain in his head.

I touched it and it seemed like there was a lump.

It hurts! What happened?

Zhuang Mu smiled and looked at the old Taoist priest: "The fairy dream is over. I look forward to your coming again next time."

The old Taoist priest rubbed his head, looked at Zhuang Mu for a while, and thought about the scene in his dream.

Without thinking too much, the old Taoist priest took out a tael of silver from his pocket and said, "I'll try again!"

"I just don't believe it. Hou Yi can aim at me every time?!"

Zhuang Mu shook his head.

"For your physical and mental health, normally, you need to wait a day after your first dream before you can dream again."

"Because I died in the dream, I need to wait for seven days before I can dream again."

Seven days? That was a bit too long. The old Taoist priest pondered for a moment and found a loophole in Zhuang Mu's words.

"Then I don't need you to consider my physical and mental health and give me another drink."

Zhuang Mu shook his head: "No, I need to be responsible for your safety."

No matter what the old Taoist said, Zhuang Mu disagreed.

His stubborn look.

The old Taoist priest was also a little helpless due to his anger.

"Really not possible?"

"No."

"Even if I beg you, won't you?"

"Who are you? I don't know you. Two words, no way."

This was the first time he had begged someone so humbly, and it didn't work.

This Zhuang Mu! Is the first one!!!
Zhuang Mu looked at the time.

I am almost going to bed, and I think it is about time for the old man and his fat son to wake up from their dream.

……

In Zhu Di's dream world.

Things were progressing and developing as he expected.

Zhu Gaochi has already entered his father's sight through his ability to govern the country over the years.

And his butt is almost healed.

However, I still cannot sit or lie down, but basic walking is no problem.

That means you cannot do strenuous movements such as running or jumping.

Zhu Di asked Xu Miaoyun, who was boiling medicine beside him, "Miaoyun, did you find the person I asked you to find?"

Xu Miaoyun nodded slightly.

“Zhuang Die is now a winemaker in Jinchuan City, making a living by brewing wine. He is quite famous in Jinchuan City.”

"If you want to find him, you can go directly to Jinchuan City and ask around, and you'll be able to find where he is."

Get news from Zhuang Mu's father.

Zhu Di then took Zhu Gaochi with him and prepared to go to Jinchuan city.

However, Zhu Gaochi did not want to go: "Dad, you can go alone. I'd better stay and accompany mother."

In Zhu Gaochi's heart, Xu Miaoyun's importance was far greater than Zhu Di's.

But Zhu Gaochi had no choice whether to go or not. Zhu Di picked up Zhu Gaochi with one hand.

Zhu Gaochi is not seriously ill yet.

I can still carry it now, but in a few years, I’m afraid I won’t be able to do so.

"Boss, if you move around again, you'll hurt my butt."

"Then I'll make your ass bloom, too."

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Gaochi immediately lost his temper.

He had no choice but to follow Zhu Di to the Jinchuan city area.

And asked the residents here, and found the location of Zhuang Die.

The location of Zhuang Mu Tavern has not changed since the Yongle Dynasty.

However, there are some slight changes in other places.

Zhu Di brought Zhu Gaochi and slowly walked into the tavern.

"Is Zhuang Die here?"

Hearing someone calling her, Zhuang Die slowly turned around and looked at Zhu Di in front of her.

He asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

Zhuang Die looks very rough, a rough guy, not like Zhuang Mu at all.

His skin color is also wheat-colored, and he looks very healthy and strong.

Zhu Di then asked tentatively: "May I ask, do you have the ability to create dreams?"

When hearing this, Zhuang Die's face suddenly turned bad: "I'm sorry, you are not welcome here."

Zhu Di and Zhu Gaochi looked at each other.

I suddenly realized that Zhuang Die must know something.

Otherwise, normally, this wouldn't be the reaction.

Normally, one's face should be full of question marks.

Zhu Di then introduced it directly.

"My name is Zhu Di, and I am the fourth son of the Ming Emperor."

"This time, I came here just to find out if you have the ability to create dreams. I need your help."

Zhuang Die just remained silent.

He ignored Zhu Di's words and just fiddled with the wine-making tools.

Seeing that Zhuang Die didn't answer him, Zhu Di just stood there, as if saying, "I won't leave until you tell me."

As for Zhu Di, Zhuang Die simply ignored him and continued his business as normal.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Di stood in Zhuang Die's tavern for three full hours.

It was almost dark, but he still didn't want to leave.

Zhuang Die said helplessly.

"You don't have to waste time here. I can tell you the truth, I don't have the ability to create dreams."

"how is this possible?"

Zhu Di quickly asked, "You obviously had a big reaction when you heard the word 'dream-making' just now. How could it be..."

Before Zhu Di finished speaking, Zhuang Die explained with some melancholy.

"That's because I can't, but my father can."

Zhu Di and Zhu Gaochi were slightly stunned.

It really is an ancestral inheritance!

So Zhu Di quickly asked: "Excuse me, where is your father now?"

Zhuang Die said coldly while cleaning up the tavern.

"do not know."

"It has nothing to do with me. I have said everything I can. Please leave."

(End of this chapter)