"Which sentence?"
Zhu Yuanzhang only read the secret memorial in general and did not notice anything unusual in it. Zhu Biao quickly read out the conversation between Zhang Yi and his son:
"Father, you think too highly of me. Not to mention us, even if our ancestors were reborn, we would not be able to change that king's mind. He is Zhu Yuanzhang...
Moreover, there will be several [Heroes] appearing behind the Zhu family. With them, this matter is impossible to even think about! "
Lao Zhu immediately heard something unusual, the hero...
"How does he know how many heroes our Zhu family will produce in the future? This tone seems decisive?"
Lao Zhu quickly flipped through another secret memorial and compared it with the one in Zhu Biao's hand. In order to find out the truth about the Zhang family and his son, there was more than one inspector in the Taoist temple. Sure enough, he found out about the secret memorial from another secret memorial. This passage.
"Exactly the same, it's not a mistake!"
Two people recorded the same content at the same time. It is obvious that this passage was not a recording error.
In other words, Zhang Yi did say that how many heroes will appear in the Zhu family in the future?
But how did this kid know, and why could he speak so categorically?
Reminiscent of his prophecy that Longhu Mountain would lose the title of Heavenly Master, and his insistence that he was the emperor of the ages, a particularly strange idea arose in Lao Zhu's mind. Couldn't this child meet the future?
In other words, the old god behind him can actually see the future.
Although the gods claim to know the past and the future, Lao Zhu once had such an expert beside him.
But most of those so-called prophecies were vague and pretentious. He had never seen anyone talk like Zhang Yi.
Once people have an idea, it is difficult to curb their curiosity.
After the emperor met Zhang Yi yesterday, although he casually left him in the capital, he actually didn't take it seriously.
After all, the things of gods are not the right way to govern the country. You can refer to them but don't indulge in them.
"Let the school inspector keep a close eye on this child. Don't let anyone hurt him. Biao'er, get as close to him as possible if you have the chance! Also, ask someone to buy a house in the city later and build the framework of the Huang Mansion! "
"Yes, Father!"
"Also, I think you can still chat with that Zhang Yi. You go and try this Zhang Yi. If he really has the ability to predict the future, keep him under control!"
"Father, I know it!"
Zhu Biao stood up and bowed to the emperor, but he couldn't help but curl his lips.
When his father left this matter to him, he was actually indirectly giving him a privilege, which was the right to leave the palace at will.
As the prince of the East Palace, he cannot leave the palace at will. And as a teenager who is only a teenager, who doesn't yearn for the sky outside? The emperor was busy with state affairs and quickly put this matter aside.
At this time, the Zhang family father and son were walking back to the Taoist Temple just like when they went out.
"Dad, when are you going back?"
"Go to the palace to resign today, and leave tomorrow!"
After Zhang Changsheng returned to the Taoist temple, he first summoned all the disciples who were accompanying him. Compared with the high spirits when they first came to the capital, the people in Longhu Mountain seemed a little disappointed now. It's normal to feel disappointed. The emperor's reward for Zhang Changchang was obviously aimed at Longhu Mountain.
Longhushan, which has enjoyed privileges for eighty years, may have a difficult time in the new dynasty.
Perhaps as a "real person" Zhang Changsheng and the descendants of the Zhang family have not had much influence, but those who depend on the Zhang family have already felt the cold wind coming from the capital.
"Master, prepare to enter the palace today and bid farewell to the emperor. Early tomorrow morning, we will set off back to Jiangxi!"
"But Pindao has made a temporary decision. My son Zhang Yi will stay in the capital to chant sutras and pray for His Majesty the Emperor!"
Zhang Yi was Zhang Chenggang's hope, so he would naturally not explain Zhang Yi's purpose of staying in the capital to these disciples.
This news shocked the disciples. Zhang Changshang actually left his seven or eight-year-old son in Nanjing. He was still a child.
"Master!"
"Master, you..."
Although most of the people here are not very familiar with Zhang Yi because Zhang Chenggong is alienated from Zhang Yi. But Zhang Tianshi left his son in the capital, but two words came to their minds: anger!
Zhang Changsheng has never liked Zhang Yi, which is known to everyone on Longhu Mountain.
The bet between father and son was more or less known to the accompanying disciples. Now the emperor has taught the Zhang family many lessons just as Zhang Yi said.
As the head of the family, Zhang Chenggang lost in his hands the title of Celestial Master that had been handed down for forty-two generations from Patriarch Zhang Daoling. Although the power of Longhu Mountain was still maintained, the word Celestial Master had little meaning to the Zhang family. It goes without saying.
The master became so angry that he found an excuse to keep Zhang Yi, the evil star, in the capital?
Why praying for the emperor? Everyone on Longhu Mountain knows very well. Even if they want to pray for the emperor, they can't find an evil star to do it?
They looked at Zhang Yi with sympathetic eyes.
Being angered by his father, he was exiled to the capital and left to fend for himself.
There were not some disciples among them who couldn't see it and wanted to admonish their master, but the brothers around them quickly stopped them and told them to shut up.
"You don't need to talk about this matter, it has been decided, and Zhang Yi himself agrees! His dojo is the Qingxin Temple outside the city..."
Pure mind view?
The more mature disciples have begun to recall Longhu Mountain's property in the capital. Where is Qingxin Temple?
There are not even a thousand but eight hundred Taoist temples called Qingxin Temple in this world, but they are near the capital and in the hands of Longhu Mountain...
"It's that broken Taoist temple. No one has been in charge of it for a long time!"
Those who were interested had already remembered that Taoist temple, and they looked at Zhang Yi with more and more sympathy. As long as Zhang Changshang left Zhang Yi in this Taoist temple, it can be justified. The arrangement at Qingxin Temple was not specifically aimed at Zhang Yi, so what else?
Sympathy is sympathy, Longhushan or Zhang Tianshi has the final say.
Now that Zhang Yi has been exiled by the Zhang family, many people choose to stay safe.
"Zhongxiu!"
Zhang Changshang looked around and landed on his disciple Deng Zhongxiu. He had a very good impression of this disciple, and he seemed to have some sympathy for Zhang Yi's matter.
For so many years on Longhu Mountain, because he, the father, openly isolated Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi didn't have many people close to him on Longhu Mountain.
Deng Zhongxiu is still one of the few people who can talk to Zhang Yi.
"Your junior brother is still young. I will send people from Longhu Mountain to watch over him, but before I call people over, it is up to you to take care of your junior brother!"
Deng Zhongxiu hesitated to speak. He looked at the other fellow disciples around him and secretly rejoiced. He swallowed his words. Everyone could see that Zhang Yi was exiled to the capital. Following the people who took care of him was equivalent to being exiled.
Master said that you should take care of yourself, is this what you do?
Although he was disappointed, Deng Zhongxiu still bowed and accepted the job.
"Master, don't worry, as long as I'm here, junior brother will be absolutely fine!"
"Okay, you should disperse first. I will enter the palace now and bid farewell to the emperor!"
