"May I ask who the Taoist Wang mentioned by the Imperial Master is?"
Commander-in-Chief Zhou Yuji looked puzzled, "Why haven't we seen him before?"
"This fellow Daoist Wang is Wang Shouren, and the chief soldier must also know his origin."
Zhang Zhiwei said nonchalantly, "The general lost in a bet and lost a copy of Yangming's handwriting from the old Taoist. The old Taoist and I noticed the spiritual imprint of fellow Taoist Wang in it, so I allowed him to keep his soul and revived in the world."
"Ah this..."
When Zhou Yuji heard this, his head was a little confused, and he felt that the information revealed by the Imperial Master in an understatement was a bit big.
This at least reveals that the sage's handwriting contains the sage's will and the key information that this national master can resurrect the human soul.
Any piece of this information, if revealed, would probably shock people to the point of falling to their knees.
"I see, it seems that Saint Wang is resurrecting his life!"
Liang Youyi on the side understood the concept, "It's just Master, if I remember correctly, the sky thunder just killed the flying yaksha, and now that the flying yaksha is resurrected again, there should be something ominous!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard dark clouds gathering in the sky again, and the sky was about to get dark again.
Of course, it's not this disciple who has a crow's mouth, but this is the law of heaven and earth in the world of ghosts blowing lanterns. Dark things or things that go against heaven will be struck by lightning when they appear.
If you want to avoid being noticed by heaven and earth, you can only hide underground. Otherwise, why would the theme of this world be tomb robbing?
"Yes, so I plan to take Fellow Daoist Wang back. There is no such disaster there."
Zhang Zhiwei nodded and said, "Now that we have basically finished our work in Daming, it's time to go back."
"Wow, great, Master, we are going back!"
Liang Youyi was very happy when he heard this and was jumping up and down in front of Zhang Zhiwei as if he were a child.
"Oh, Brother Liang, the sun sets in the west, it's the time for you and me to say goodbye!"
Commander-in-Chief Zhou Yuji sighed, "It's just a farewell. I don't know how long it will be before we see each other again."
"Hahaha, I will come and play often if I have the chance, but it depends on Master."
The third child, Liang Youyi, came over and gave Zhou Yuji a big hug, "Brother Zhou, take care of me!"
"Brother Liang, take care!"
Zhou Yuji also responded with a hug. The two grown men burst into tears here, as if they were parting from each other.
Zhang Zhiwei looked a little speechless.
"By the way, there's also a red-haired one!"
After the hug, Liang Youyi noticed Chen Hongmao on the side and immediately came over to hug him.
"Well, Brother Liang, the golden light on your body is very piercing, so..."
Chen Hongmao took a step back, his eyes hesitant.
"Hahaha, Brother Liang, there are always regrets in the world, don't worry about it, just go ahead!"
When the atmosphere was tense, the commander-in-chief Zhou Yuji came to smooth things over.
"Tch, I don't care about this little zombie like you!"
Liang Youyi curled his lips, then looked at Zhang Zhiwei expectantly, "Then master, let's go!"
"You can't leave!"
Just Zhang Zhiwei's words made Liang Youyi freeze on the spot.
"Ah? Master, what did you say?"
The third child, Liang Youyi, was a little in disbelief. He suspected that he had heard wrongly.
"Third brother, you can't leave!"
"Master Tian promised to let you assist me!"
Before Zhang Zhiwei could answer, a figure wearing a dragon robe flew from the city.
This person was Zhu Cixiang, the Ming Dynasty Emperor. They saw that he was holding a skull with a spine in his hand. Seeing that the mouth of the skull was sealed with a piece of cloth, several people knew it instantly.
The Ming Emperor apparently sealed Duduo's mouth tightly so as not to disturb the conversation in the city, and then started cooking.
He is so gentle, I cry to death.
Zhang Zhiwei complained in his heart, but he said to Liang Youyi, "Lao San, you are already doomed in our world. You will die violently in a few years. But now that you have entered this world, everything is still unknown."
"Master, are you sure you didn't sell me to the Ming Emperor?"
Liang Youyi pointed at Zhu Cixiang and said helplessly, "Look at the Ming Emperor's lips about to fall off."
"Ahem, cough, cough, I am thirsty for talents, so I drool."
Zhu Cixi wiped off the saliva without leaving any trace, and said seriously, "I promise that when you come to Ming Dynasty, your status will be below that of me and the Imperial Master. This is the status of one person below ten thousand people."
"Even in the original world, I am inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people."
Liang Youyi said speechlessly, "There is no distinction between our nine disciples, but the master is the best in the world. Calculating it this way, my status is not just below one person, but above ten thousand people. What's the difference?"
"What you said makes sense, but I am speechless."
Zhu Cixiang was immediately speechless and didn't know how to refute.
"Well, if you really don't want to stay here, that's fine."
Zhang Zhiwei sighed helplessly when he heard this, "It's just a few years later, and I will have to send someone with gray hair to someone with black hair as a teacher."
"Wait!"
Perhaps because of conscience, perhaps because he really wanted to do something for the Ming Dynasty, this third disciple of Zhang Zhiwei exuded a strong light (yu) light (wang) of righteousness (qiu) and righteousness (sheng) at this moment. Ran said, "There is a saying in the world, if I don't go to hell, whoever does, let me, Liang Youyi, rescue the people of the Ming Dynasty from the water, fire and suffering!"
"You boy!"
Zhang Zhiwei looked at the third disciple with some disgust and said, "Being below one person but above ten thousand people seems to wrong you."
"Hahaha."
Liang Youyi just touched his head and did not refute.
"Well, since you agreed to stay in the Ming Dynasty, I have to find a way to end it as a teacher."
Zhang Zhiwei summoned Chen Hongmao with one move of his arm, and then a wave of reverse energy covered his face, causing a change in him.
At the same time, he also activated the parasitic will in his body, moved flesh and blood, and transformed muscles and bones.
Chen Hongmao is a zombie, so he naturally feels no pain. At this moment, he is letting Zhang Zhiwei do whatever he wants, because he knows that his benefactor will not harm him.
"Master, what are you doing?"
The third child, Liang Youyi, looked puzzled.
"Give Red Hair a disguise."
Zhang Zhiwei answered calmly, but kept moving his hands.
Soon, Chen Hongmao's appearance and physique changed dramatically. He became much older and hunched over, like an old man.
"What kind of disguise does red hair need?!"
Liang Youyi was still a little confused, "Are you going to use the Piao Piao Fist? But the red hair is not too ugly!"
"Brother Liang, of course the Imperial Master will change your appearance!"
As a bystander, Zhou Yuji could see clearly, "The red hair is turning into you now!"
"What?!"
Liang Youyi was startled when he heard this. He took a closer look and found that Chen Hongmao had indeed unknowingly looked the same as him, and even his figure was very similar.
