In the White Cloud Temple, a breeze blew.
Fang Han's words shocked the three of them.
Not to know the past and the future, but to bring people back to the past and the future?
What was the f * cking difference?
No!
Strictly speaking, there was still a slight difference. It was just that it was more exaggerated and unbelievable.
"I don't believe it!"
Zhu Di jumped three feet high." Unless you can prove it."”
"Sure."
Fang Han nodded calmly." May I ask when and where you want to go?"”
"This…"
Zhu Di scratched his head. Fang Han agreed so easily, which stumped him.
The matter of traveling to the past and the future was really mysterious. He had never thought about this in his life. For a moment, he really did not know which era to choose.
Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao looked at each other.
Obviously.
They were the same as Zhu Di. They did not expect the Little Daoist to be so easy to talk to.
In fact.
Fang Han had his reasons for agreeing so readily.
He was not from this era. He had transmigrated more than ten years ago and was bound to a strange system.
The function of the system was very simple. It allowed him to bring people to travel to the past and the future.
However, this function also had side effects.
Fang Han was trapped.
To put it simply, he couldn't leave Ox-Head Mountain unless he could bring some important figures to the future.
In other words, whether Fang Han could escape this predicament depended on the status and influence of the person who transmigrated.
In this world, who else could have a higher status and influence than this father and son duo?
Apart from that, the system had another side effect.
Fang Han could only bring people to travel through time and space, but he could not directly reveal the secrets of heaven and tell others the fate of the end. Otherwise, he would suffer a violent death.
"Biao Er, tell me, when and where do you want to go?”
Zhu Yuanzhang clasped his hands behind his back and looked at Zhu Biao, who was deep in thought.
"Father, Mother, she…"
Before Zhu Biao could finish his sentence, Zhu Yuanzhang raised his hand and interrupted him."Good child, you shouldn't be saying this.”
He walked slowly to Fang Han.
This seemingly ordinary peasant man exuded an imposing aura of an emperor.
"Little Daoist, I have never believed in ghosts and gods, but since you dare to say such big words in front of me, you might have some ability.”
"We came here today to pray for our sister, the Empress of Great Ming. Then bring us to see what our sister looks like after she turns eighty.”
Hearing this, Fang Han smiled inexplicably and did not say anything.
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and nodded."That's true. It's rare for a person to be seventy years old. Eighty years old is indeed too long. We might not even live to that age.”
Fang Han remained silent.
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened in anger, and his imperial might overwhelmed him." What? Our sister can't even live to be seventy?”
Faced with the imposing manner of the one emperor in history, Fang Han remained calm." Your Majesty, why do you ask when you already know the answer?”
Zhu Yuanzhang was furious." Bastard! I think you're a swindler. Do you believe that I'll cut you down!”
As the emperor, the greatest taboo was to be seen through by others, let alone exposed on the spot.
Fang Han saw through his little scheme.
Zhu Yuanzhang started with a bowl of rice. From having nothing, he became the ruler of the world and established the glorious Ming Empire. He had unparalleled self-confidence.
Even though he knew that Empress Ma was getting worse, he still stubbornly refused to accept that Empress Ma would die.
Even if he were to die, he should be in his seventies or eighties.
He didn't believe in fate, nor did he believe in ghosts and gods. He stubbornly believed in himself and believed that his sister would always be by his side. Even if the King of Hell came, he would dare to stand in front of him and slash that fellow.
However, confidence was one thing, and the truth was another. It was just that Zhu Yuanzhang was unwilling to accept it.
Fang Han, this young man, had actually exposed his thoughts mercilessly in front of his two sons.
This undoubtedly offended Zhu Yuanzhang.
"Imperial Father, please calm down!"
Zhu Biao quickly stood in front of Fang Han." Life and death are predestined. I hope that you can live to a hundred years old, but you can't fight with your life. You can't blame me for this."”
Zhu Di also chimed in,"Yes, Father, calm down first." Didn't we come to pray for Mother? It's unlucky to kill people today."
Zhu Biao glanced at Zhu Di.
This brat, if it was unlucky to kill someone today, would it be lucky to kill someone tomorrow?
Zhu Yuanzhang heaved a sigh of relief and calmed down. He said in a deep voice,"Alright, for the sake of your mother, I'll spare his life today.”
Seeing that his father had let go, Zhu Di turned around and looked at Fang Han." I say, Little Daoist, don't keep me in suspense. I can't be 70 years old, but I can be 60 years old, right?”
Fang Han still did not say anything and just shook his head silently.
Thud!
Zhu Di's heart sank.
Could it be that Mother couldn't even live past sixty?
Mother is only fifty years old this year!
Zhu Yuanzhang's body trembled as he stared at Fang Han.
"Little Taoist priest, I'll be straightforward. Although this is not something a son should say, I still hope that you can take us to the time when my mother dies.”
Zhu Biao was also heartbroken.
However, he was not as stubborn and confident as Zhu Yuanzhang.
Instead, he had a broad mind that could accept the existence of capable people in the world.
"Big Brother is too kind. He really believes that this little Daoist can travel to the past and the future.”
Zhu Di pouted and complained in his heart.
Zhu Yuanzhang remained silent with a gloomy face.
He was already very patient for not cutting Fang Han with his knife.
"Alright, then I'll take you there.”
Fang Han nodded calmly. With a wave of his Daoist robe, a gust of wind swept through the Taoist temple, strong enough to send people flying into the sky.
"Father, big brother, be careful."
Zhu Di's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly stood in front of Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao to protect them. This was his natural mission.
Zhu Yuanzhang stood still with his hands behind his back.
He wanted to see what spells this Demonic Priest could have.
As the wind grew stronger, Zhu Yuanzhang could no longer open his eyes. He could only close them tightly and let the wind blow.
After half a cup of tea's time, the wind calmed down. Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly heard a wail in his ears.
He couldn't help but open his eyes, only to find that it wasn't a Daoist temple in front of him, but a magnificent palace.
"This is?"
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes lit up. He was too familiar with this place.
This was Empress Ma's bedroom!
"Sister! Sister! You can't die, I order you not to die! Come back to life!"
In the depths of the bedchamber, heart-wrenching wails echoed throughout the entire hall, making one's hair stand on end.
Hearing this voice, Zhu Yuanzhang's expression changed.
"Father…"
Zhu Biao and Zhu Di stood in front of Zhu Yuanzhang, their expressions ugly.
"Please follow me."
Fang Han flicked his horsetail whisk and took the lead to walk into the depths of the palace.
Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Biao, and Zhu Di followed behind them silently. They passed through the small door of the inner chamber. The scene in front of them instantly made the father and son lose their composure.
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