Chapter 137 If you are a poor person, just mess with Zhu Yuanzhang

The merits of Zhu Yuanzhang, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, benefited both gods and humans.

From a human perspective, it is necessary to drive out the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, end the troubled times, and return the mountains and rivers to the rule of the Han family.

After ascending to the throne of the emperor, he also targeted the southwest, northwest, Liaodong and other places, making the territory of China far wider than that of the Zhao and Song dynasties.

He also corrected clothes and hats, promoted culture and education, banned corruption, and kept the people healthy. His merits and virtues were so great that he could be called an emperor throughout the ages.

As far as Shinto is concerned, during the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties, people had a variety of beliefs, with Islam, Lamaism, Christianity, etc. being very popular.

There are also various evil gods such as the White Lotus Sect, the Golden Flower Sect, and the Wutong Shen Sect among the people. Their lustful temples are rampant and the people are suffering from them.

After Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty established the empire, he legislated to clean up the world's obscene temples, eradicate evil gods, and there were many false gods. He also respected Taoism and Buddha, so that the righteous Dharma prevailed.

Zhang Muzhi is now under the influence of his ancestors, and his magical power has improved a lot, but he is not so arrogant that he ignores Ming Taizu.

Practitioners follow the Celestial Path, how can they not recognize the merits of Ming Taizu?

But after all, the little Taoist priest came from the Age of Dharma Ending, when the legal system was extinct, mountains and rivers were overturned, and countless people were displaced.

That was an era without an emperor.

Therefore, although Zhang Muzhi admired the great talent and strategy of Ming Taizu, he would not put himself in a situation where he could not distinguish between black and white.

Holding the Sanwu Evil-Slaying Sword in hand, facing Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang is like facing the gods in the sky, showing respect but not fear.

If someone relies on his status as the emperor's favorite, confuses right and wrong without conscience, bullies a young Taoist priest, and asks him to hold his nose and retreat, that is wishful thinking.

"Bold! You dare to show your weapons in front of Taizu's mausoleum!" As soon as the magical sword appeared in Zhang Muzhi's hand, the dark soldiers and generals guarding the mausoleum were furious

"Come together! Capture this Taoist priest and tie him before General Wang to punish him!"

The soldiers will rush forward in the dark wind, holding swords, spears, swords and halberds and various weapons to kill.

Zhang Muzhi swung the evil sword in his hand, and a clear sword light flew out. All the weapons in the hands of the Yin soldiers were cut into two pieces, and then collapsed into Yin Qi.

"This sword of Pindao can even kill the true gods. Although you are called heavenly soldiers, you are ghosts. Please step aside to avoid wasting your life!"

The young Yin soldier general was just about to speak when he saw the little Taoist priest throw away his long sword, and the sword flew towards him like a swimming fish, crushing him with a sense of sharpness.

The rolling murderous intention was about to solidify, and the general felt a bitingly cold mountain falling on his shoulders. He suddenly couldn't stand up and knelt on the ground, unable to get up.

Zhang Muzhi pinched the sword with his right hand and turned it, and the Three-Five-Destroying Evil Sword made a big circle in the field. All the Yin soldiers in front of the archway were frightened by the sword's intention and knelt down together, as if they were respectfully welcoming the Shangguan.

"Today, let go of your arrogance, and you will save yourself from doing evil things like Wang Sheng in the future, and discrediting Emperor Taizu!"

The Sanwu Evil-Slaying Sword floated in front of him to clear the way. A breeze blew up from Zhang Muzhi's feet, dragging him three feet off the ground and flying forward. He passed the dismounting archway and followed the Shinto to the cemetery.

After a while, the young general stood up. He still felt his muscles and bones were numb, and it seemed that even his soul was somewhat diluted by the killing intent on the sword.

"General Li, the Taoist priest has already entered!"

General Li endured his embarrassment and said: "This Taoist priest is a powerful one, and we must not offend him! You two should take a shortcut and report to General Huaiyuan!"

The Yin soldiers were stunned: "Are you asking General Wang to find a place to hide?"

"Hiding is nothing! He did something by himself and offended people he shouldn't have offended. Tell him to come out and bear the responsibility himself!"

"Today, His Majesty and Prince Yiwen are chatting together. If this bold Taoist priest disturbs the Holy Master, you and I will both be guilty!"

At this point, the young general no longer cares about currying favor with Wang Sheng, he just wants to end the matter quickly and let the daring Taoist priest leave as soon as possible.

The sword just now suppressed these hundreds of Yin soldiers with just a wisp of energy. If they really fought, who knows how much twists and turns there would be?

"The Taoist who just said that his sword can kill the true god may not be a lie..."

The general was a little scared. If the little Taoist priest had even the slightest killing intention in his heart, the lives of these evil soldiers would be gone.

The subordinate Yin Bing took the order, and his entire body turned into a breeze and flew towards the imperial mausoleum.

In the cemetery, in a remote corner far away from the Shinto, on a hill with sparse trees, Wang Sheng flicked his finger, and the ball of light that bound Wang Lan's soul burst.

Wang Lan's ghost was like a hazy shadow in the moonlight, and her mind was still a little hazy. It took a while to wake up, and she knelt down to Wang Sheng:

"Great-great-grandson Wang Lan pays homage to our ancestors! Great-great-grandson is unfilial and makes our ancestors worried..."

Da Dao Wang Sheng couldn't help but mutter: "Your soul is too weak. If I hadn't brought you here, you would probably be a sick man after reincarnation!"

Wang Lan knelt on the ground and couldn't help crying: "My ancestors are so generous, but my family has never had many children. I don't go out on weekdays, so I just want to give birth to a son and a half daughter for my Wang family..."

After saying these words, Wang Sheng, the iron-blooded general, could no longer bear to criticize him harshly. He stretched out his right hand, and a green pearl appeared in his palm, about the size of a walnut, exuding spiritual energy.

"You swallow this inner elixir, and after refining it, you can become a pure spirit ghost fairy. Although you have no magical powers, you can still appear during the day, and then return home to reproduce."

Wang Lan was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, ancestors! Thank you, ancestors!"

"My Wang family has made great contributions to the country, so why did it end up being cut off? This Wang Lan is also useless, so we can only place our hope in the future..."

Wang Sheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then he pushed forward with his right hand, and the inner elixir that Hu Sanlang had practiced flew into Wang Lan's mouth.

Wang Lan knelt on the ground and felt a coldness in her throat, and then a coldness curled up from her chest and abdomen, flowing to her whole body and limbs.

Even my mind became a little clearer after being stimulated by this coolness.

"Get up and I'll help you refine the spiritual energy in this inner elixir!"

Wang Lan stood up and felt refreshed all over her body, and there seemed to be endless strength in her hands and feet: "I have never felt so refreshed in my life..."

Looking at it again at this time, Wang Lan's illusory form has become much more solid than before, and no longer looks like it will collapse when the wind blows.

Wang Sheng looked solemn, stretched out his hand and slapped Wang Lan's Dantian, and magic power surged out from his palm, dissipating less than half of the spiritual energy in the inner elixir.

Through Wang Lan's soul body, it can be vaguely seen that the upper layers of the inner alchemy are dispersed, and flow to Wang Lan's limbs and bones bit by bit.

A bit of silver-white light cluster the size of a soybean is faintly visible in the cyan inner elixir. That is the core of this inner elixir, where Hu Sanlang's energy and energy gather, and it also contains the taiyin essence that he has absorbed in the past few days.
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After a few breaths, Wang Lan's soul became more solid, and under the moonlight, a faint shadow appeared on the ground.

"Using magic like this not only has to disperse the spiritual energy in the inner elixir, but also does not hurt the soul of my great-great-grandson. It is really more tiring than fighting with others!"

Wang Sheng retracted his palm and concentrated for a moment. Just as he was about to take action again to completely disperse the inner elixir, he saw a gust of wind blowing past, and two sinister men appeared in front of him: "The general is in trouble! Your enemies are coming!" <

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"I have always been here to protect the cemetery. Where did I get my enemies?" Wang Sheng still didn't react.

The two Yin soldiers hurriedly said: "He is a young Taoist priest! He is holding a fox and saying that you have robbed someone's inner elixir. He has a very powerful sword in his hand. Even the brothers can't stop him!"

Wang Sheng was shocked: "What a bastard! How dare he break into the Emperor's Cemetery?"

The messenger who came to report the news was in a hurry: "General! Now is not the time to talk about this! That Taoist priest has probably passed the Golden Gate by now! I wonder if the beast guarding the mausoleum can stop him!"

"If he crosses the Jinshui Bridge and disturbs the Holy Master! We will all be guilty!"

Wang Sheng looked solemn and told his great-great-grandson: "Don't move around here, I'll stop that daring Taoist priest!"

Wang Lan nodded, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the sinister wind blowing in front of him, and his ancestor and the two sinister soldiers disappeared.

"This is the Taizu Cemetery. I'd better not wander around, lest I injure my ancestor and be blamed by His Majesty!"

Wang Lan sat on the hill facing the bright moon, feeling that her spirit was gradually becoming fuller and her soul was improving every moment.

But it was said that Zhang Muzhi opened the way with the Three Five Evil Killing Sword, and flew forward with the fox in his arms, his big sleeves making a hunting sound when the breeze blew, and he regarded the many Yin soldiers who rushed up as nothing.

The Sanwu Evil-Slaying Sword shone with a clear cold light in the moonlight. Any yin soldiers or ghost generals it passed were frightened by the evil spirit, their muscles and bones were numb, and their whole body was weak. They could not even hold the weapon, and they could only kneel down and wait to be killed.

It was also because the little Taoist priest did not want to commit more killings that he did not kill these generals guarding the tomb.

"Can I sense where your inner elixir is at this moment?" Zhang Muzhi asked.

Hu Sanlang was not as unafraid of Taizu's power as Zhang Muzhi. At this moment, the whole body of the beast was curled up into a ball, and he carefully sensed for a moment: "Still deep in the imperial mausoleum, but the sense is a little blurry..."

"Then go deeper, don't be afraid! Even if someone gets your inner elixir, it's not that easy to refine!"

The fur on the yellow-skinned fox's body stood up, and his whole body was trembling. He still managed to answer: "Don't worry, little Celestial Master, the little beast is not afraid..."

At this moment, Hu Sanlang did not have the wisdom of the leader of the clan, nor did he have the courage and determination to fear death when he first sought the Dharma. He had lost his inner elixir and lost his spirit. He was frightened by Taizu's power and shrank like a child.
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Zhang Muzhi shook his head: "You abandoned your family and career and brought the children of your clan to serve me. I will naturally stand up for you. What else do you have to worry about?"

"Besides, you have only been in Nanjing for a few days, and you don't have time to make enemies with other families. Since you have a clear conscience, what do you have to fear even if you face Emperor Taizu?"

Hu Sanlang nodded and reluctantly stopped trembling: "What the Little Heavenly Master said is that if you have a clear conscience, you should be fearless. The little beast has learned a lesson!"

The little Taoist priest passed through the Golden Gate along the Shinto and walked forward for a few breaths. Suddenly he felt his body sinking, as if there was an invisible force pressing down on him, making him feel that his magic power was not flowing smoothly.

"It turns out to be a monument of divine merit and virtue! Emperor Taizu is indeed majestic!"

Zhang Muzhi ignored the many Yin soldiers who were kneeling around him. He looked up and saw a huge stone monument standing in front of him.

The Monument of Divine Merits and Virtues was erected by Emperor Yongle in memory of Zhu Yuanzhang, the founder of the Ming Dynasty. The stele on which the monument is carried is nearly ten feet tall, and the total height of the stele, including the stone stele, is three feet high.

The inscription was written by Emperor Yongle himself, giving a detailed summary of Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang's great achievements in his life.

In the eyes of the civil and military officials who came here to worship, this stele of divine merits and virtues is just an ordinary stone stele. However, in the eyes of the monks, it is a very extraordinary magic weapon.

Facing this monument, the power of all magical powers will be greatly weakened. If ghosts and evil spirits who practice evil methods come here, they will inevitably end up with the collapse of Taoism.

Zhang Muzhi was suppressed by the monument of divine merit and virtue, and the breeze under his feet immediately dissipated. He landed on the ground and took a few steps forward. He raised his head to look at the inscription and exclaimed: "What a power! What a merit!"
To be continued...