All Heavens: Traveling At The Same Time, But The Clones Are All Women

There was no fire in Yuxi Palace.

But the north window was still open, and the cold wind came in without any hindrance.

Jiajing was able to hold on a few years ago, but now he is getting older. Even though he is wearing thick clothes under his robe, his bones still feel so cold that they ache.

And each word in the Jin Yiwei's secret report was like countless ice picks, making his whole body tremble and his face turn green and white.

"Close the window."

The monastery suddenly became warm.

As Master Miaomiao walked in, the eunuch on duty bowed respectfully and consciously came in carrying a mahogany stool and placed it behind the Master.

"Sit down and don't be restrained."

Jiajing said gently.

He smiled reluctantly: "The court's trivial matters are actually a joke to the real person."

Master Miaomiao said calmly: "The emperor is a king. You don't have to be ignorant of family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs. No matter how small the affairs of the court are, they are big things. How can you make a joke."

"It's better for the real person to know me."

Jiajing admired this Taoist man very much, and he did not behave like a monarch or a minister when getting along with him. He talked like a close friend: "In the final analysis, it is still an issue of salt tax. The salt quota from Huaihe and Zhejiang was raised every year during the reign of Taizu and Chengzu. They all had tens of millions in taxes, but since then they have been getting less and less every year.”

"But the Salt Patrol Censor doesn't care?"

"Alas, I have appointed Lin Ruhai to patrol salt in Yangzhou in the past few years. He has a clean background and a clean foundation, but he can only collect more than one million yuan a year."

But this year, Jiajing sent Yan Maoqing from the Yan Party and recovered 3.3 million taels.

It's not because Yan Maoqing is more capable than Lin Ruhai.

There is only one reason. If Yan Maoqing, a strict party confidant, is gone, they will obediently donate the salt tax.

Jiajing laughed at himself: "To put it bluntly, more than half of my Ming Dynasty's money is in the hands of Yan. The court wants to use the money, but it also depends on Yan Song and Yan Shifan's face."

Miaomiao Zhenren smiled but said nothing.

The main reason why traitors in the imperial court are rampant is that he has refined a lot of dragon energy for national destiny. However, this matter has always been hidden from the emperor. If the emperor knew that he used dragon energy as the furnace for making elixirs, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Jiajing was not mediocre.

He understands everything in his heart.

It's just that Jiajing is now old and has lost the vigor he had in confronting his ministers.

For the sake of the government and his own luxurious life, he still wants to keep Yan Song, an old dog.

He undoubtedly cares more about cultivating Taoism than court affairs.

"The real person came here late at night. He must have something important to do."

"Your Majesty, please take a look."

Master Miaomiao took out the wooden box from his sleeve: "It was also the Emperor Hongfu Qitian who allowed Pindao to find the two scriptures originally written by Master Zhang Sanfeng in blood!"

Jiajing's eyes widened: "Could it be the two scriptures that Emperor Chengzu sent to look for?"

Master Miaomiao smiled and said: "Exactly."

Jiajing walked quickly to the imperial case, opened the lid of the box, and his eyes immediately straightened.

Inside are two volumes of the Tao Te Ching and the Nan Hua Sutra.

"It is said that Sanfeng Sanfeng wrote it with blood on his finger when he was one hundred and twenty years old. At that time, Grandpa Cheng knew that there were these two sacred objects, so he sent many people to look for them!"

"But passers-by have been looking for it for more than 20 years, and I don't know where Zhenren Zhang has gone. Naturally, there is no trace of these two magical artifacts... They are actually real!"

Jiajing's hands were shaking a little.

Trembling, I turned the first page.

The text of the scripture written in blood came to my face!

In the sky above the palace, the weak golden dragon of luck seemed to have been stimulated by something.

It slowly coiled up.

A pair of ferocious eyes stared at Master Miaomiao and let out a dying roar!

Master Miaomiao glanced at it, his eyes full of contempt.

"Ouch——"

The Luck Golden Dragon was so frightened that he lowered his head in despair again.

Jiajing was stunned there, as if he saw a white-haired old Taoist priest in front of him. He was so angry that he thrust out a Zhenwu sword towards the vast sky.

This scene only lasts for a moment.

It's like an illusion.

Emperor Jiajing was extremely excited, but he felt a little tired for no reason. He didn't come back to his senses until the old eunuch beside him knelt down and congratulated loudly.

"God sent down the nerve, bless my Ming Dynasty, bless my emperor!"

"This slave congratulates the emperor on heaven!!"

Jiajing finally woke up.

He laughed.

That smile seemed to come from inside Tianling Gai, and it made people’s scalp numb!

Master Miaomiao was also laughing.

The deep smile was full of sarcasm.

He was mocking Jiajing, and he was also mocking the former Zhang Sanfeng - it must be said that these Taoist sects in the world still produced many talents, and Zhang Sanfeng was undoubtedly the most amazing and talented one.

previous years.

Zhang Sanfeng's meritorious deeds involved nature and he understood the mysteries of heaven and earth.

Master Miaomiao felt that he was worth cultivating, so he put a lot of effort into concocting the Battle of Jingnan, using the name Zhenwu to build momentum for him, and even made Judy a die-hard fan of Zhang Sanfeng, just to cultivate him.

But what about him?

I don’t know how to be grateful at all!

After learning that he was behind the scenes to control the rise and fall of the dynasty, he cut him down with a sword without saying a word. Do you still want to gain access to heaven and cut off the connection between the human world and the fairy world?

What was the result?

Wasn't he just slapped to death?

Even the soul has been imprisoned in the illusion of Taixu by Jinghuan, and will never be able to escape forever.

He glanced at the two blood books.

Zhang Sanfeng wrote these two blood classics before his death to warn the descendants of the Zhu family, but he had no idea that the descendants of the Zhu family would have more crotches than the other.

Jiajing is fine.

A few years ago, there was a Ming Dynasty God of War named Men Tianzi, which is called abstract.

"Your Majesty is filled with great blessings, and heaven and man bless you. I would like to congratulate you again!"

"Oh? Do you still have any gifts?"

Master Miaomiao smiled and said, "Does Your Majesty still remember the Xuanzhi plant on Mount Heng ten years ago?"

"of course I remember!"

Jiajing's eyes flashed with panic.

Ten years ago, he heard that Ganoderma lucidum grew in Zizhi Valley. It was a precious grass from Mount Hengshan. It looked like purple cloud brocade. Taking it could bring people back to life and prolong their lives.

At that time, he was young and vigorous, so he personally led people to Hengshan Mountain. Sure enough, he found a huge Ganoderma lucidum plant. When he was about to pick it, a terrifying two-headed venomous snake sprang out.

The people accompanying him were horrified, and many of them were frightened and went crazy on the spot.

He himself was frightened, and he still feels fearful to this day: "The Xuanzhi is guarded by poisonous insects, and I can't do anything about that monster. What can I do?"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. The time when the Xuanzhi will be born will be in nine days. At that time, Pindao will go to Mount Heng to subdue the demon snake, pick the Xuanzhi, and refine an elixir for the Emperor."

He paused: "It's just that Xuanzhi is special. Only when the Holy Emperor sincerely prays, will it mature and appear. Otherwise, it will go straight into the sky the moment it matures."

"Ah this..."

"In these nine days, the Emperor still needs to be sincere and sincere in his cultivation."

Jiajing hesitated.

The Strict Party is so deep-rooted that it doesn't matter if you ignore him for nine days.

But nowadays, the Japanese invasion is becoming more and more serious along the southeast coast. How could he ignore military and state affairs just to make elixirs at this time?

Just when Jiajing was about to refuse.

He suddenly met the profound eyes of Master Miaomiao, and by some strange coincidence he no longer resisted.

He comforted himself in his heart that he had already asked Hu Zongxian and Qi Jiguang to fight against the Japanese. Besides...

That's just a place in the southeast.

It doesn't matter if you lose it.

He is the emperor, and he only cares about the whole country. Why should he care about the southeast?

"Then just follow what the real person said - the real person?!!"

Jiajing suddenly screamed in fear.

In front of him, Master Miaomiao suddenly started to bleed from all his orifices, and blood stains spread out, and his handsome face became extremely hideous and terrifying.

"snort!"

Master Miaomiao ignored the emperor.

He stared at the golden dragon in the palace that only he could see. The dragon regained its vitality for some reason and suddenly gave him this evil attack.

Master Miaomiao looked cold and angry to the extreme.

He waved his sleeves and left the palace in an instant, looking toward the southeast.

"All the blood is gone, and the weapons are gone? How could it be so fast..."

He and Master Mangmang made an agreement.

Buddhism led Fusang Japanese pirates to disturb the southeast in order to completely crucify the Ming Dynasty's golden dragon of luck, so that he could have a good meal.

The reason for the nine-day retreat in Jiajing.

It means that the emperor cannot preside over the overall situation in the southeast.

Nine days later, the dust has settled and the Golden Dragon of Luck has completely dissipated. At that time, you can do whatever you want... Why was this military disaster eliminated so quickly?

He muttered words.

Lingkong drew a water mirror.

Countless figures flashed across the mirror, finally settling on a very handsome young man in white robes, who had a murderous aura, like a god of death.

"Is this person the one who ruined my plan? Damn it!!"

Miaomiao Zhenren had the intention to kill.

At the same time, Chen Hao seemed to be aware of something and was looking over through the water mirror.

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