boom!
This simple sentence uprooted all the assumptions I was proud of and thought were impeccable.
After Zhu Di, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, conquered the capital, he was told by his subordinates that there was a fire in the palace before he could even enter the palace. Emperor Jianwen died in the fire, and his body was reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind. Therefore, Emperor Jianwen was not killed by Zhu Di, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, but committed suicide.
And all my analysis was based on the fact that Chen Guzi was killed by my grandfather, so from the beginning, my inference was wrong!
My grandfather couldn't make the portrait shed tears, so naturally he couldn't activate the Baili Corpse Monument!
In other words, all of this can only be done by Chen Guzi himself!
But if this is really the case, then my grandfather would be too terrible, right?
You know, my grandfather wanted to use Chen Guzi to launch the Baili Corpse Monument to put my portrait on it so that I could hide it from the sky. Then he had to calculate every step accurately and not make the slightest deviation. My portrait must be put up within the stipulated time.
This period involved the time when Chen Guzi's body disappeared, and the time when Chen Guzi's soul disappeared. For this reason, he had to return to my room before Chen Guzi's body disappeared to scare my soul out.
Then he would pretend to be me. After Chen Guzi's body disappeared, and before Chen Guzi's soul disappeared, he would go to Chen Guzi's house and put my portrait up...
It would take me a long time to talk about all these things, not to mention that he would have to implement them one by one personally. And as long as there is a problem in any of the links, all his previous plans will be wasted!
How can this kind of scheming and this city not scare people?
But when I think about my grandfather planning all of this, all for the sake of my unfulfilled grandson, I can't help but feel an indescribable sadness in my heart.
Fortunately, I was still blaming my grandfather in my mind before, blaming him for why he made me lose my soul, and why did he create a situation where the portrait was in tears and the corpse was buried in a tomb? Isn't he afraid of setting up such a situation and killing me too?
I never expected that all my grandfather’s plans were for me to get that great luck.
Mr. Wang said, if it is your grandfather who created this hundred-mile corpse monument, he really has the backup plan to ensure that you do not die.
I asked, what kind of backup plan?
Mr. Wang said, "Do you know why? If you can blow the Chen Guzi dripping tablet, I will know where Chen Guzi dripping body is?"
I shook my head, indicating that I didn't know.
Mr. Wang said, that's because you can blow the Chen Guzi tablet, and I know that the person who replaced the memorial tablet must be your grandfather. So I thought at that time that the person who created the Baili Corpse Monument was also your grandfather. As long as it was your grandfather who spoke, then Chen Guzi's body must be at the place where he died.
No wonder Mr. Wang took me halfway up the back mountain after leaving Chen Guzi’s yard.
Mr. Wang said that as long as Chen Guzidi's body is found, brought back and put into the coffin again, the hundred-mile corpse monument will be broken. In this way, it will not only make your soul fly away, but also make the Baili Corpse Monument collapse without any attack. Do you think this is your grandfather's back-up plan?
I nodded, shocked again.
Mr. Wang said, it was precisely because I felt that your grandfather would definitely give you a backup plan that I preconceptionally believed that your grandfather was the man behind the Hundred Miles of Corpse Monument. Who knows, I was wrong from the beginning. There's no way your grandpa could pull off such a trick. At least, he doesn't dare to bet on your life.
After listening to Mr. Wang’s words, I fell silent. My mind is filled with my grandfather who would smile from ear to ear every time he saw me, and couldn’t even see his eyes. He loved me and took care of me for more than 20 years. Even after his death, he still couldn't worry about me and paved the way for me.
But grandpa, I don’t want this bullshit luck. I just want you to live a good life. Even if you have a meager meal every day, I will be very satisfied and satisfied.
Mr. Wang said, little baby, don’t get excited if I tell you something.
I nodded in response.
Mr. Wang pondered for a moment, and after weighing the pros and cons, he told me, I'm afraid your grandpa doesn't want to leave so early.
When I heard this, I was stunned. Let me tell you, didn't you say before that my grandfather's death was a matter of negotiation between him and you? If he didn't want to leave so early, why would he bother to find you at that time? With his health condition, he can definitely wait a few more years to find you.
I know that my grandfather doesn’t want to implicate his dojo and coffin bearers because of the “three unfilial piety, having no offspring” issue, but with my grandfather’s current physical condition, there is absolutely no problem in living for another seven or eight years.
If he didn't want to leave, with his craftsmanship and scheming, who could force him to leave?
Mr. Wang said, I didn’t think it through before, but now I understand it.
I asked hurriedly, why?
He said that it was probably because your grandfather noticed that Chen Guzi was going to make the portraits shed tears and create a hundred-mile corpse monument!
Boom!
Mr. Wang's words were like a thunderbolt, which shocked me on the spot, like a corpse that couldn't move.
From the moment I met Mr. Wang, he has been instilling in me a concept, that is, in order to transfer his luck to me, my grandfather has exhausted all possible means and even committed suicide in advance to complete his plan.
He also said that Chen Guzi’s death was caused by my grandfather, and his purpose was to establish a buffer mechanism to ensure my life’s safety.
But now Mr. Wang says that my grandfather's suicide was not his own will, but he discovered that Chen Guzi planned to use the Baili Corpse Monument, so he had no choice but to commit suicide in advance.
These two contradict each other and are completely opposite to each other, which I couldn't accept at all for a while.
After a while, I calmed down and asked Mr. Wang, since my grandfather discovered Chen Guzi's conspiracy, why didn't he stop it instead of letting him do it? Don't you think this is unreasonable?
Mr. Wang said, what if your grandfather cannot beat Chen Guzi?
I sneered and said, "My grandfather is considered by you to be a master of craftsmanship and craftsmanship. How could he not beat Chen Guzi?"
Mr. Wang said that before he planned to die, he was indeed no match for Chen Guzi.
I didn’t understand what Mr. Wang meant and asked him, what did he mean?
Mr. Wang said, you forgot, he was 'remodeled' by a painter.
I didn't understand it at first, but I quickly figured out the key.
Indeed, my grandfather lost his original identity because of his 'reform', which naturally included his identity as a craftsman. Only in this way could my grandfather deceive God and continue to receive luck.
Therefore, although my grandfather has craftsmanship, he cannot use it casually. Otherwise, once he uses craftsmanship, his identity will be exposed. When the change of appearance fails, he will be crushed to death by his luck. .
But I still don't understand that even if he is not Chen Guzi's opponent, my grandfather can still travel far away. Just like Zhu Di, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, he can run as far as he wants, so why must he die?
Mr. Wang turned his head, looked at me, and said, if Chen Guzi makes a big noise, is he targeting your grandfather?
Let me tell you, just be specific. Didn't Zhu Di live for more than ten years after he ran to the north?
This is not to be disrespectful to my grandfather, but my grandfather is already eighty-six years old. Under normal circumstances, whether he can live for more than ten years is a question. So I think leaving this place is definitely the best solution.
But Mr. Wang sneered and said, your grandfather can run away, but even if your grandfather can live for another twenty years, so what? Have you forgotten, after that uncle and emperor died, what happened to his descendants?
After Mr. Wang finished speaking, a piece of history that I had seen before emerged in my mind:
Zhu Di died on August 12, 1424, and his son Zhu Gaochi died on May 29, 1425, less than ten months apart!
In an instant, my whole body felt cold and I couldn't help shivering.
When Mr. Wang saw this, he snorted coldly and said, "Do you think running farther away is the best way now?" This majestic person with the aura of an emperor can't even survive for a year. How long can you, a little kid, live?
