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

"Is the good news coming from Wala true or false?"

The middle-aged man's tone was obviously not calm, and he looked nervously at the old monk in front of him.

The old monk was silent for a moment and sighed.

"It's true, Mahamu's son died of intoxication."

When the middle-aged man heard this, gloom came to his brows and he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"As expected of Zhu Di, he is worthy of being my good fourth uncle! There are so many generals under his command who are good at fighting!"

However, he quickly regained his composure.

The old monk noticed that the middle monk had regained his spirits and nodded subconsciously.

After all these years of experience, His Majesty is no longer as young and immature as he was when he first ascended the throne.

"You go down first and let me think for a moment."

Seeing the old monk leaving, the middle-aged monk was Jianwen.

Slowly walked into a secret room deeper and stared at a creature that looked like a human being.

The humanoid creature looks very stiff, with white hair all over its body, and very sparse facial features on its head.

There is no hair on his head, and he looks like a zombie.

Jianwen murmured to himself: "The Wala people are just a bunch of shameless, useless trash."

Jianwen knew very clearly what Wala was like: greedy, insidious, and shameless.

When the Ming Dynasty was strong, they bowed to the Ming Dynasty and supported the Tatars in their fight against the Ming Dynasty, while hiding themselves at the back.

"The power you have in your own hands is the real power!"

After experiencing various failures in the Jingnan Campaign, and the betrayal of various officials and subordinates in the past ten years.

Jianwen's trust in foreign ministers has plummeted.

Instead, he trusted the weapon in his hand more, which was the zombie in front of him.

He carefully took out a blood-red handkerchief, which contained the method of refining a corpse.

After the simplest first-level method, the zombies refined are already very powerful.

Jianwen tried to manipulate zombies to fight against people. Zombies can easily defeat one against a hundred!

And it will hardly take any damage to itself.

"People with great luck can go a step further by smearing a drop of their blood on the center of their eyebrows, springs, and dantian, and smelting it in water and fire for three days."

"The greater your luck, the stronger your zombies will be!"

Jianwen saw these lines again, even though he had already memorized them.

But it was still difficult to conceal the excitement and enthusiasm in his heart. This was the power he yearned for!

He hesitated for a moment, with a trace of cruelty in his eyes.

"I am the emperor of the Ming Dynasty and the grandson of the emperor appointed by the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty!"

"My luck is definitely great enough!"

He bit his index finger viciously and pressed the bloody index finger on the recorded acupuncture points one by one.

In an instant, Jianwen felt light-headed, deaf and dizzy.

"It's strange, I just put a few drops of blood on it, why do I feel so uncomfortable?"

Jianwen even lacked the energy to speak.

However, he soon stopped taking these things to heart.

He focused on the zombies.

The zombie has obviously become more powerful, and its white beard and hair have faded.

The facial features look clearer.

Jianwen didn't notice at all that a spiritual light flashed in the zombie's eyes.

Far away in the capital's golden-tiled Fengtian Hall, the Luck Golden Dragon seemed to feel something.

His body became stronger and slender, while the little snake around him gradually shortened its body.

It has grown from a small snake of about four feet to a little loach of just over one foot!

The lucky little loach whined and lowered its head feebly.

The Luck Golden Dragon howled excitedly and instantly opened its bloody mouth.

He swallowed the little loach of luck into his stomach without any hesitation!

On the eve of being swallowed up, the little loach threw away the last bit of luck.

Jianwen, who was still immersed in the excitement of the zombies getting bigger, suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and then felt a sense of comfort in his heart.

"I am indeed a person blessed by destiny!"

But the old monk outside the temple didn't think so.

He looked at the senior brother in front of him with disbelief.

"You said His Majesty's dragon energy has...dissipated?"

The old monk had not known this senior brother for a long time, but the real ability he showed and his sincerity to join Jianwen made the old monk accept him.

The senior brother nodded and said in a rather regretful tone: "It's gone. Since the dragon's energy has been gone, our fate should also be gone."

Chapter 99 Trivia in Wala

The old monk's expression changed slightly: "Brother, what do you mean?"

The senior brother snorted coldly and said: "Originally, I was willing to help this deposed emperor because I was successful in cultivation and could see the dragon energy in him!

Now that the dragon energy in him has dissipated, why should I still help him? "

"Achievements depend on people. As long as we have the same direction, after the reset, you will be the national advisor of the Ming Dynasty." The old monk quickly reassured.

The senior brother paid no attention to the old monk's suggestion to continue the reset.

As they walked, the senior brother kept cursing.

If he is willing to help someone who doesn't even have dragon energy, why not just become the emperor himself?

The security is even higher.

You have nothing to do. Why do you want to assist an emperor who was brought down, forced to abdicate, and has no dragon spirit?

...

The atmosphere in the Wala camp was very tense.

To be precise, the atmosphere in the entire camp was very solemn.

Because their leader Mahamu's son died! The son who was highly expected died!

His death not only represents the strength of the Ming army, but also represents that the elderly Mahamu has lost his heir!

Wala is different from the Ming Dynasty, and Mahamu is not Zhu Yuanzhang.

In the Ming Dynasty, the emperor's orders are absolute, supreme, and have a legal basis!

But Wala doesn't care about so many things. You are strong enough to lead the tribe to eat and drink.

You have the opportunity to become the leader of the tribe, and the entire Wala, although nominally respects Mahamu as the Khan.

But in fact, Wala is still a nomadic people of the alliance nature composed of more than a dozen large tribes and countless small tribes.

Mahamu's reputation is naturally not as good as that of the emperor.

Even, to put it bluntly, other leaders give Mahamu face and call him a leader or Khan.

In fact, everyone's leader status is equal, and there is no saying that one belongs to anyone completely.

This situation will not improve until Mahamu's grandson, Yesen, succeeds to the throne.

Of course, during that period of the Yuan Dynasty, their rules were also very sufficient.

Another reason why Mahamu was respected was that his ancestors were related to a king of the Yuan Dynasty.

This is the influence left by the ancestors.

However, these empty influences are far less than the real problems.

Is there a successor! If the performance of the descendants is not enough to calm others' minds.

Then don't blame others for having small thoughts!

"Khan, what do you think we should do next?"

The leader of the Wala Junggar tribe, Dan, asked.

"Dan, what do you mean? Are you questioning the Khan?"

"That's right! Why are you questioning the Khan?"