Ming Dynasty: The Sixth Brother of the Zhu Family Seeks Immortality

It looks a bit old.

"Zhankan, look at these books. Are they real?" Zhu Di handed the ancient book in his hand to Zhu Zhankan.

Zhu Zhankan took the book from Zhu Di's hand, and it turned out to be an ancient book.

But he is also curious, is there a real cultivation method in this world?

Zhu Zhankan calmed down and focused his attention on the ancient books.

Opening an ancient book, the contents are quite interesting.

Ancient books record a technique similar to the Seventy-Two Earthly Evil Techniques that can lead to the deepest darkness.

The so-called ghost connection means that things can understand the ghosts, travel between ghosts, and can talk to the souls!

The other two ancient books record some evil ways and even evil sacrifice methods.

Zhu Zhankan shook his head. Most of the books in the book were just conjectures, and the only reliable approximation of the art of accessing the underworld was just a conjecture.

Chapter 35 How long can you live?

Zhu Di asked expectantly: "Zhankan, how do you like these books?"

Yao Guangxiao looked at his former comrade with a strange expression.

He had read those few books, and they were all fascinating books.

When did he start to become superstitious and cultivate immortality?

Could it be that no matter how wise or wise the emperor is, he will become obsessed with cultivating immortals when he reaches a certain age?

But why would you ask a child?

Zhu Zhankan glanced at Yao Guangxiao.

So Zhu Di said to Yao Guangxiao: "Don't let outsiders come in, and disperse the nearby crowd."

Seeing this, Yao Guangxiao could only leave the cubicle with a look of confusion on his face.

Zhu Di couldn't wait to ask: "Can the techniques recorded in ancient books be used?"

"Grandpa Huang, I must have gained some understanding of some Taoist classics after receiving rejuvenation guidance. Although there are rumors about various magic techniques in the world, most of them are forgeries."

"These books are even more nonsense. They are all the fantasies of the ancients. However, techniques such as evil sacrifices, side sects, and heretical methods that can be practiced faster do exist."

Zhu Zhankan's words made Zhu Di's eyes light up.

In the past two days, he has been practicing following the exercises given by Zhu Zhankan.

Unfortunately, after staying up for several nights, there was no progress at all, which made him very uncomfortable.

He quickly asked: "What about the heresy..."

"It is so difficult to cultivate immortality! It is difficult for only one person among ten thousand people to achieve enlightenment."

“Laziness has been the driving force of human progress since ancient times.”

"Orthodox cultivation of immortality involves drinking dew in the morning and eating the sunset in the evening, practicing hard every day for years or even decades."

"Such a difficult process has naturally dissuaded most immortal cultivators. However, due to the fear of old age, illness, and death, coupled with the pursuit of power and lust, some people will naturally have twisted thoughts."

"It breeds so-called heresy."

"Later, in the so-called righteous path, radical techniques similar to fast, accurate, and ruthless appeared."

Zhu Zhankan eloquently explained the origin of the side doctrine.

Zhu Di's expression changed again and again, as if he was struggling with something.

"Zhan Kan, do you have any heretical cultivation methods?" Zhu Di still couldn't help but ask.

"Grandpa Huang is in the prime of life and still has time to practice the Zhongping Dharma. Why do you want to pursue heresy?"

Zhu Zhankan frowned slightly.

The Luck Golden Dragon has been formed, and he finally broke the emperor's rule that he could not practice.

But even so, the emperor's practice was still limited.

No matter what, the emperor cannot practice evil methods!

Otherwise, the Luck Golden Dragon will never give up.

"Zhankan, I am already fifty-two this year." Zhu Di said with a bitter face: "At fifty, you know your destiny. Even when you read the memorial, you feel a little powerless."

Then you still think about the Northern Expedition every day.

Zhu Zhankan just watched Zhu Di's performance quietly.

“Everyone knows that haste makes waste, but your grandpa doesn’t have that much time to wait.”

"Grandpa Huang, don't worry. Judging from Grandpa Huang's appearance, he still has at least ten years to live!"

Zhu Di gasped a little faster: "Ten years? Zhankan, can you tell the lifespan by looking at your face?"

Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Zhanchen cast curious eyes over.

"Of course you can." Zhu Zhankan nodded firmly.

"Sixth brother, look how long my life is?" Zhu Zhanji asked curiously.

Zhu Di did not stop Zhu Zhankan from reading his fortune.

At this time, Zhu Zhanji did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

Zhu Zhankan pretended to look at Big Brother carefully and said, "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Of course I want to know."

As Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, Zhu Zhankan quickly fiddled with the copper coins in his hand.

When the vibration frequency of the copper coin gradually decreases, it finally stops spinning.

Zhu Zhankan stared at the copper coins, as if observing something.

Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but feel a little nervous, his eyes fixed on the copper coins.

"He died at the age of thirty-six."

Zhu Zhanji felt cold all over in the winter, as if he had lost his strength.

Thirty-six years old, in ancient times, was not considered a short life according to the average age.

But how superior are the royal medical conditions?

His grandpa Taizu is over seventy years old, Grandpa Huang is fifty-two years old this year, and even his father is already thirty-six years old.

Could it be that he couldn't survive even his fat father who had a bloated body?

Zhu Zhanji's face turned pale and he asked, "Sixth brother, don't make fun of me. Are you really only thirty-six years old?"

Zhu Di's expression also became serious. If Zhu Zhankan hadn't been a disciple of the Zhu family and had demonstrated real immortal magic, he would have sent someone to arrest him long ago.

Thirty-six years old sounds too much like slandering the great-grandson's lifespan to discredit the great-grandson.

"Zhan Kan, please see clearly. Is it true that Zhan Ji's lifespan is only thirty-six years old?"

Zhu Zhankan nodded, leaving Zhu Zhanji time to digest.

Big Brother has practiced with him for so long, and the basic theory of cultivating immortals should be very clear.

In addition, the purpose of cultivating immortality is to cultivate Taoism and live forever, and the original life span is incalculable.

This fortune telling is just to see how savvy Big Brother is.

Zhu Zhanji quickly calmed down: "According to your fortune telling, will I die of illness or be killed?"

"Death of illness."

Zhu Zhanji breathed a sigh of relief. It was okay to die of illness. By practicing immortal magic and strengthening his body, he would definitely be able to survive the calamity of his future life.

He must practice hard, Zhu Zhanji secretly made up his mind.

Seeing that Zhu Zhanji had recovered from the shadow of his short life, Zhu Di breathed a sigh of relief.

"Zhankan, do you think Grandpa Huang has at least ten years left to live?" Zhu Di couldn't help but ask.

At this time, I no longer care about taboos or taboos.

"To be precise, it was at least twelve years." If Zhu Zhankan remembered correctly, in the original timeline, Zhu Di's death was due to the recurrence of an injury on his way back to the army.

If you are more careful and don't get hurt, maybe you will live longer.

So Zhu Zhankan added: "It seems that he died from a bow and arrow wound."

Zhu Di was amazed that he could even figure out the specific cause of his death.

Died by a bow and arrow? It's in line with his temperament.

"Twelve years? Twelve years is not a short time. It's a pity that I can't finish what I want to do." Zhu Di looked at his grandchildren and said.

When he heard that he died from a bow and arrow injury, Zhu Zhanji, who had the deepest relationship with Grandpa Huang, couldn't help but persuade him: "Grandpa Huang, in that case, don't go to the north. Isn't it better to practice immortality in the palace with peace of mind?"

Zhu Di sighed and gently touched Zhu Zhanji's head: "Silly boy, if we don't go to the north, it's hard to say what the future will be like for our family. Besides, my eyes are not limited to Shoucheng."

"Ah?" Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Zhankan both showed doubtful expressions.