Chapter 241: Zhu Ganglie Nezha couldn't bear to see him like this...
Nezha couldn't stand seeing him showing off so much, so he very considerately reminded Fu Li, "Sister, now that Zheng'er has rebuilt his body, it's time to start cultivating."
This is as it should be. Fu Li nodded, passed the "Shangqing Immortal Method" to Ying Zheng, and asked him to practice well.
Ying Zheng had always longed to become an immortal, a powerful deity capable of commanding real power. Now presented with a golden opportunity, he naturally wouldn't miss it. He sought a quiet place from Fu Li and began his spiritual journey.
After sending the people away, Nezha felt refreshed and drank tea with Fu Li for a long time. Seeing that Fu Li kept coaxing and agreeing with him, he felt satisfied.
——I knew that when it comes to tea art, Ying Zheng is at most a rising star. How can he compare to me?
To strengthen his impression of Fu Li, Nezha took the initiative to bring up the real matter: "Sister, regarding the Journey to the West, who are you planning to send to contact the West and the Underworld?"
Fu Li said, "The candidate must be of seniority and high status. Otherwise, both sides might think we're fooling them, but we're afraid they'll unite and deceive the Heavenly Court."
They, the Heavenly Court, had contributed both manpower and effort, so they must surely receive their fair share of the profits. If the resulting share was too thin due to incompetence on the part of the personnel they sent, they would have no place to cry.
Nezha's eyes rolled, and he smiled, "Sister, as soon as you made these two requests, most of the gods in Heaven were immediately eliminated. However, I do have a good candidate here, but I don't know if he is the same as what you have in mind."
Upon hearing this, Fu Li also felt like joking. She thought of the scene in Romance of the Three Kingdoms where Zhuge Liang borrowed the east wind, and suddenly she felt playful, so she said, "How about we each write our choice on the palm of our hand and see if we can sync up?"
Nezha's eyes lit up: "This is good, this is good!"
——Why didn’t I think of it? You can play it this way?
The two men turned their backs and without asking anyone to prepare pen and ink, they used their spiritual power to condense a line and drew a name on the palm of their hands.
After a moment, the two of them turned around with their palms folded, looking at each other with smiles.
Fu Li said, "When I say one, two, three, we all extend our hands at the same time, okay?"
Nezha naturally had no objection to this.
Fu Li called out, "One, two, three!" Two hands, one large and one small, stretched out simultaneously. One was fair and slender, the other had distinct joints. On Fu Li's palm were the words "Zi Ya" woven with golden thread, while on Nezha's was the name "Jiang Shang" written in red thread.
Nezha's smile grew even wider, and his eyes seemed to be filled with fireworks: "My sister and I are indeed in tune with each other!"
He thought for a moment and said, "When Jin Chanzi reincarnates for the tenth time, Zheng'er's cultivation will be high enough to take on the responsibility. Then, let him assist Ziya first. Only after he has made great achievements can he be deified."
——Now that he has a proper position as a god, assign him more tasks and stop disturbing our world of two.
Nezha was thinking viciously in his heart, but he looked gentle on the surface, just like a good uncle who cared about his juniors.
Fu Li knew that although he loved to play with children, he was never stingy in helping the younger generation. She was so moved that she tiptoed and kissed him, and then thought of Zhang Han.
"Zhang Han was an important minister to Zheng'er. Now that Zheng'er is dead, an old minister like him, caught in the transition between the old and the new, will probably have a hard time. If he is willing, you should bring him back and place him in Penglai for training."
Nezha lowered his head and kissed her forehead, a smile escaping his throat. "Why do they say husband and wife are of one mind? I was just thinking of asking Zhang Han in a dream, and then you thought of it again."
The couple was affectionate for a long time. Nezha went to Zhang Han in a dream, and Fu Li summoned Jiang Ziya and conferred on him the title of "Tianfu Star Lord", the head of the six stars of the Southern Dipper, and gave him full responsibility for the journey to the West.
Jiang Ziya asked, "I wonder what the teacher has to teach me?"
Fu Li said, "Don't give up even a fraction of what belongs to Heaven. Don't even think about taking what doesn't belong to Heaven. Your most important task is to prevent Lingshan and the Underworld from colluding."
Jiang Ziya said seriously, "Disciple, I understand."
Fu Li had always trusted Jiang Ziya's ability to get things done. Since he had made it clear, it meant he already had a plan in mind and no further instructions were needed.
Fu Li said, "I'll write you a document. Until the Journey to the West is completed, the Southern Dipper and the Northern Dipper will be under your command. If you need assistance from other departments, please let me know."
There was no need to be polite between master and disciple. Jiang Ziya nodded, took the jade token with his handwritten words and left.
Not long after, Nezha returned with Zhang Han. Zhang Han looked a little downcast. Although he was only in his fifties, he looked as old as seventy.
"What happened?" Fu Li looked surprised.
In fact, she had already guessed something in her heart, but seeing Zhang Han's expression, she could only pretend not to know.
Zhang Han smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Thank you for your worry, Master. It's nothing, really. A new emperor appoints new ministers, and the old are replaced by the new."
He just doesn't want to accept it. How can he accept it?
He was only in his fifties, and the power and opportunities to go to the battlefield were about to be divided up by the rising stars emerging under the new emperor.
Especially the one called Han Xin, who was a monster on the battlefield. Even when he was leading a group of newly trained soldiers, he was invincible and made the Xiongnu flee in panic.
As long as Han Xin's flag was planted on the city wall at the border, the Huns would not dare to go south to plunder when they saw it from afar.
The Second Emperor Ying Yan praised Han Xin highly in front of all the civil and military officials, calling him "the first man after Wu'an Jun"!
The Second Emperor had trusted generals who were easy to use, so these old ministers of the previous emperor naturally had to give way and were gradually forgotten by the court.
In fact, Ying Yan treated these old ministers very well. Not only did he frequently reward them during festivals, but once he learned that someone was sick, he would immediately send a medical officer to treat them and also reward them with various precious medicinal materials.
But this is not what Zhang Han needs. He wants to continue to shine on the battlefield and continue to contribute to the construction of his beloved Qin.
A person who is full of ambition but loses the opportunity to strive is like a big tree that loses the sunshine and rain.
When Ying Zheng died, Zhang Han looked no more than 40 years old. But less than two days had passed in heaven, and less than two years on earth, and he looked so old. How could this not make people sigh?
Fu Li sighed and said to Nezha, "Take him to see Zheng'er. Let him practice with Zheng'er and continue to work under Zheng'er in the future."
When Zhang Han heard Ying Zheng's name, his eyes lit up and he felt full of new life.
He anxiously asked Nezha, "Master, the 'Zheng' that Master's Wife is talking about is His Majesty, right? It's His Majesty the First Emperor, right?"
Seeing that he was finally alive, Nezha was delighted and nodded with a smile: "Yes, it is the Emperor Qin Shi Huang that you have been thinking about so much. Now you can practice with him and work together in the future. You can be happy, right?"
Zhang Han nodded repeatedly, his smile particularly worthless: "I'm happy, happy. Your Majesty has been so kind to me, and I am willing to follow Your Majesty forever!"
"Then let's go. Master will take you to see him." Nezha led Zhang Han out and warned him, "But when we get to Heaven, you can no longer call him Your Majesty. There is only one Your Majesty in Heaven, and that is your Master's wife. Do you understand?"
Zhang Han was extremely excited to see Ying Zheng again, so he naturally listened to whatever Nezha said.
"Master, rest assured. I will keep this in mind."
The master and disciple walked away chatting and laughing. Fu Li smiled and shook his head, then continued to read the memorials sent from all over the prehistoric world.
In the memorial from the Northern Continent, Jiujiang, the Nine-Headed Insect, heard the news from somewhere and wrote a letter requesting to give him a chance in Journey to the West.
Thinking about how he had been loyally providing intelligence to the Heavenly Court over the years, and how he had withstood layers of temptation without wavering even when Haotian rose to power, Fu Li directly approved his request and asked him to report to Jiang Ziya.
After the approval, she sent a message to Jiang Ziya to let him know what was going on.
Jiang Ziya quickly replied that he understood, and asked him for Jiu Tou Chong's account, and pulled Jiujiang into the "Heavenly Journey to the West Planning Group".
There are currently only three people in this group: the chief planner Jiang Ziya, one of the scheduled pilgrims Wukong, and the Nine-headed Insect who wants to get a piece of the pie.
Perhaps the disaster is approaching, and matters in this regard have come one after another.
On this day, the couple wanted to send Ying Zheng and Zhang Han to Penglai for training, and the great master Xuandu came with Marshal Tianpeng.
Marshal Tianpeng is called Zhu Ganglie. His original form is the divine beast Dang Kang, but he was accidentally invaded by evil spirits when he was born. His mind was clouded and the divine beast turned into a ferocious beast, causing chaos everywhere in the prehistoric world.
The great master Xuandu took pity on his talent and could not bear to see him die in the future, so he transformed himself into an old Taoist priest and came down to earth to enlighten him. He used his supreme Taoist magic to gradually wear away the evil spirit that was corroding him, and gave him a Nine Transformations Golden Pill, which allowed him to ascend to heaven instantly.
When it comes to the experience of becoming an immortal, Zhu Ganglie can be called the male protagonist of a cool novel. Even the Monkey King in the original novel is inferior to him.
After all, Sun Wukong, in his quest for immortality, traveled across oceans and mountains, enduring the hardships of wandering for over a decade. Zhu Ganglie, on the other hand, had a master come to him and gave him a golden elixir, which enabled him to attain immortality.
But because of this, his foundation is not solid, and Master Xuandu has always wanted to find an opportunity for him to gain some experience and consolidate his foundation.
Participating in Journey to the West is a great opportunity.
The Grand Master Xuandu was a direct disciple of the Great Purity Saint, and he was usually quite considerate of these younger generations. As long as a disciple of the Three Religions, even an inferior outer disciple, came to him for elixirs, he would provide some.
Fu Li would not refuse his request for the sake of his face. Moreover, after the Saint Taiqing took the throne as the Emperor of Heaven, he placed his own corpse, the Taishang Laojun, in the Heavenly Palace to show his support for her.
Fu Li was worried that he would not have the chance to repay Zhu Ganglie, and today he happened to catch up with him.
"No problem. Don't worry, Uncle Master. It was originally agreed that the three disciples of Jin Chanzi, the reincarnation of the pilgrim, would be chosen by our Heavenly Court. Originally, only Wukong was chosen, and now that Ganglie is leaving, it's just right for the two brothers to have someone to look after them."
At this point, she looked at Zhu Ganglie with a smile: "But after we come down to earth, Ganglie will have to change from senior brother to junior brother."
Zhu Ganglie waved his hand and said, "It just so happens that I don't want to be a senior brother. It's so much better to be a junior brother. I don't have to worry about anything, just be obedient."
He was convinced that the evildoer Wukong was his senior brother. He didn't know how he had cultivated himself, but he had reached the peak of Taiyi Jinxian in just over a thousand years.
Hey, if Mr. Zhu had that kind of talent, why would the master need to worry about him?
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