Chapter 161 The Mystery of the Twins
A post appeared on the Soybean Forum.
[Historical Discussion] Did the female national advisor mentioned in the live stream during the Millennium Opening Network really exist in history?
As the title suggests, I'm also a loyal fan of the "Millennium Master" series, having followed it since the Trembling Elevator Crisis. Although I've never been selected as one of the lucky ones, I've watched every episode without fail, and I'm a level 14 fan with a light stick. This post isn't meant to question Aibo, but rather to ask if this historical figure truly existed. I consider myself fairly knowledgeable in history and would like to ask fellow Douban users who are knowledgeable in the subject.
1L: Actually, whether it's a male or female imperial advisor, probably not many people have heard of them. It seems that imperial advisors generally have a low profile in history books...
2l: Indeed, there are very few records, but she really existed! The Dasheng Dynasty itself was short-lived, a short-lived dynasty. The existing historical records about this female national teacher are only about 400 words in the "Annals of Dasheng". The original text says that during a severe drought, she "used magic to deplete her energy, vomited several liters of blood on the altar, and collapsed to the ground", but it makes no mention of suppressing the evil formation.
3l: Actually, it's quite normal that historical records don't mention it. Mainstream Confucian culture says, "The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits," so the scholar-official class was very wary of people like the Imperial Preceptor who possessed "special abilities." The Wenchang Miscellaneous Records criticized that "divination and alchemy are all unorthodox and heretical practices."
4L: Actually, I'd like to discuss the identity of the Millennium Master more. Undoubtedly, she is the number one person in metaphysics today, but how did she know so much about things from a thousand years ago? It's not written in the historical records! Combined with her ID, I feel that she may have lived for a thousand years, and those things were all experienced by her personally!
5L: Holy crap, why does it feel like the person upstairs is trying to portray Qianqian as an old monster? So what if it happened a thousand years ago? It's just a matter of calculation.
6l: Besides the "Da Sheng Ben Ji", there is also an unofficial history that mentions the national teacher Lu Yao, who "could command ghosts and gods and predict disasters and anomalies" and "the people praised him as the national protector and heavenly teacher, and he was famous far and wide".
7l: Has anyone checked if Lu Jianhong's eldest daughter is really named Lu Yao? Where is she now?
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Lu Yao was meditating with her eyes closed on Jinglan Mountain.
With the unsealing of the six stone tablets, her realm advanced by leaps and bounds.
Yesterday I was at the Nascent Soul stage, today I have reached the Void stage.
Lu Yao's premonition was stronger than ever.
Once all nine stone tablets are unsealed, she will rebuild her immortal bones and have the opportunity to ascend again.
The alarm clock on my phone went off.
...Let's put the matter of ascension on hold for now.
The most urgent thing is to start broadcasting.
The experiences of those who have been connected with me in the live stream lately have been rather uneventful, ranging from helping to find a cat to catching a girl cheating on her husband before her wedding.
Fortunately, the audience remained loyal and enthusiastic.
Lu Yao glanced at the number of viewers in the live stream, and an idea struck her. She quickly called out the name of the person she was destined to meet: "Zheng Tianhe".
After the connection was established, a young girl with reddened eyes appeared on the screen.
Before Zheng Tianhe could even feel happy about being chosen, she eagerly poured out her heart: "Master, please help me. My boyfriend has completely changed since he came back from his hometown..."
"Don't rush, speak slowly." Lu Yao's gentle voice calmed Zheng Tianhe down a little.
“Wenlin and I were classmates in college, and we worked hard together in this city after graduation. He has a cheerful personality and is very good to me…” Zheng Tianhe’s gaze drifted into the distance, “This year we finally saved enough for a down payment and found a small apartment we like, and we’re getting married. Last week he said he was going back to his hometown to discuss the wedding with his parents, and I even bought him a new outfit…”
At this point, her voice suddenly choked up: "But he's like a different person since he came back. He used to be always joking around, but now he's always gloomy. The scariest thing is..."
She lowered her voice, "I woke up in the middle of the night last night and found him sitting right next to the bed, staring at me without a glimmer of light in his eyes..."
The number of comments in the live stream increased.
Holy crap! This is definitely possessed by something evil!
[Girl, run! You might be possessed!]
Old houses in rural areas are most likely to attract unclean spirits...
[I suggest testing him with a secret you shared during your relationship!]
"After he came back, did he do anything special?" Lu Yao asked softly.
Zheng Tianhe bit her lip: "He...he threw away the scarf I knitted for him, saying it was an eyesore. But it was his most treasured gift..."
Her tears finally fell. "Master, I always feel that the person who has returned... is not my Wenlin."
Lu Yao suddenly interrupted her: "You said that before he went back to his hometown, you specially gave him a new set of clothes?"
“Yes, so I could present myself properly to my parents.” Zheng Tianhe nodded. “But when I came back, the clothes were gone. When I asked him, he just said they got dirty and I left them at my parents’ house…”
Lu Yao's copper coin suddenly stood upright and spun on the divination plate: "Is he at home now?"
"Watching TV in the living room." Zheng Tianhe turned her phone camera towards the door, and a blurry profile could be seen through the crack in the door.
“That outfit… is still being worn by the real Zhuang Wenlin, but he hasn’t come back.”
Lu Yao's voice softened.
With a flick of her finger, the copper coin jingled and landed in the "Brothers Palace" position.
"The person sitting in your living room now is his twin brother from his hometown."
Zheng Tianhe's mind went blank for a moment.
She had never heard Zhuang Wenlin mention that he had a twin brother!
Lu Yao slowly said, "You are an only child from the city. Before you started dating, you told Zhuang Wenlin that you only wanted to marry an only child because you were worried that you wouldn't be able to handle complicated family relationships. Zhuang Wenlin took that to heart. At the same time, he was also afraid that you would look down on his younger brother for being uneducated and that you would think that having a younger brother who farms in your hometown was a burden."
The live stream chat exploded instantly.
【!! Twins?! This plot is more exciting than an 8 PM soap opera!】
[He's just a burden to begin with, haha, who knows if he's a brother-supporting demon?]
Why should a man hide his true family background from a woman? Isn't that tantamount to marriage fraud?
[No, isn't the main point right now whether the real Zhuang Wenlin is still around? ...Could he already be (a skull)?]
[The younger brother returned, but what about the older brother? Was he killed by his younger brother, who then tried to take his place in life?]
[This is terrifying to think about, folks. Didn't that girl live and eat with the murderer before?]
[Twins who look exactly alike? Didn't your girlfriend tell the difference?]
Zheng Tianhe's face turned pale. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard footsteps getting closer and closer.
Her hand trembled, and her phone fell onto the bed, capturing the moment the bedroom door was slowly pushed open.
A face identical to Zhuang Wenlin's entered, his tone feigning intimacy yet somewhat stiff, "Xiaohe, what are you doing?"
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