Destiny Xuanming: I Will Continue the Destiny of the Country for the Ming Dynasty

Traveling through the late Ming Dynasty, Zhang Xuanming became a poor Taoist priest who told fortunes in Beijing. Seeing the mountains and rivers shattered, the built captives knocking off the passes, and the rogue bandits wreaking havoc, there was only a ray of sunset left in the Ming Dynasty. I wanted to make some money and run away, but I was blocked in Baiyun Temple by Emperor Chongzhen who was visiting privately incognito. "Taoist Master, how is the fate of our Ming Dynasty?" Facing the burning and desperate gaze of the subjugated king, Zhang Xuanming sighed and pointed to the star map: "Your Majesty, let's take a look at this star. If it falls in the imperial prison within three days, Liaodong's destiny will be lost and the land of China will sink." "If you keep him alive, I may be able to deduce the fate of the country for another five hundred years for you." From then on, the painting style of Ming Dynasty changed drastically. Governor Yuan was able to train his troops, and Sun Chuanting and Lu Xiangsheng received prophecies to avoid death. Flintlock muskets began to be produced on the assembly line, and mechanics and geometry were taught in new schools. When the Eight Banners cavalry knocked on the gate again, they were greeted by a forest of bayonets and standardized artillery roaring like thunder. When Emperor Chongzhen personally signed the "Emperor Ming Constitution" in the Zizhengyuan, the wheel of world history was already heading towards a new and unprecedented road in the east. And it all started with the Taoist priest sighing in front of the star chart. ——Destiny? No, I forged it with my own hands.