si-mexico Chapter 495: The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established!
Chapter 495: The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established!
As Zhang Jue strode forward, he entered the realm of desire.
A magical scene then appeared.
The human fortune that accompanied Chu Yun actually evolved into the portrait of Zhang Jiao's life!
That's a young man.
He is gifted and became famous at a young age.
He was a handsome young man famous in the surrounding area. Whenever the villagers talked about him, their faces were filled with smiles. They would happily tell everyone that a good young man had appeared in their area and that he had been favored by the old Taoist priest. He was a person who could touch the fairies in the sky and communicate with the gods.
Yes, that young man’s qualifications are really great.
As a result, not long after entering the Xuanmen, he could discuss Taoism and debate with his senior brothers and even the older generation of people.
The young man's master once said with emotion that this young man was the greatest luck in his life. He was fortunate to be able to witness the growth of a Taoist leader in his lifetime!
What a blessing.
There is no time in the mountains, especially in the deep mountains and old forests, where the orthodox Taoists strive to escape from the world and practice in seclusion.
They do not care about worldly affairs and only seek immortality. They are immersed in the pursuit of the mysteries of immortality. No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter on earth or how the years pass, time in the mountains seems to have stopped.
The days passed one by one in this peaceful atmosphere.
The young man who was once hailed as a genius now has gray hair on his temples, and the years have left deep marks on his face.
The mottled black and gray hair and the wrinkles on the cheeks are witnesses of time.
Young people are no longer young.
But his reputation is much higher than it was back then!
At this time, he had already become one of the leading figures of the contemporary orthodox Xuanmen.
He has a great reputation in the Xuanmen.
On this day, he was just like his master when he came down the mountain.
He also packed his bags and led many disciples down the mountain.
In orthodox Taoism, this is called a step towards becoming a mortal and entering the world.
Every Taoist who practices the orthodox tradition of Xuanmen must go through this step.
It was passed down by our ancestors.
It’s just that most people don’t understand the meaning of it, including him now.
He just thought that this might be a way for Taoism to recruit disciples.
Just like back then, his master passed by his small village and discovered his talent in the village.
As the saying goes, there are many good horses, but few good horse trainers.
Perhaps this is the way to allow the powerful people of Xuanmen to travel around the world and look for good talents.
It’s just that our ancestors gave it a nice name, called “transformation into the world”.
With this thought in mind, he led dozens of his disciples down the mountain.
however.
Only after going down the mountain.
He suddenly realized that this world was completely different from what he remembered!
Everywhere you look, you see devastation.
On both sides of the road, corpses can be seen scattered in the barren fields!
They were twisted bodies that were no longer human, emitting wisps of black smoke and the enticing aroma of flesh and blood, mixed with the burnt smell of barbecue, which actually formed an extremely strange and wonderful taste.
It got into my nostrils, making me feel disgusted but also hungry!
Surprising!
Unbelievable!
incredible!
Zhang Jue was at a loss. He stood blankly on the road, unable to believe what he saw and heard.
In a trance, his eyes blurred and he seemed to see scenes from his youth.
He was young at that time. The sun was shining brightly and the wheat fields looked like a golden ocean.
As the wind blows, the golden ocean drifts with the waves, filled with the breath of life and the people's expectations for a better future.
that……
What a happy harvest year it was.
There are also many laughters in the fields, the bright smiles of children, and the honest and simple smiles of adults.
but……
But it’s as if all this had never existed!
Today, all that's left are corpses all over the ground, barren fields, and dried-up streams.
Dead bodies everywhere...
"Master, Master! Let's...let's go quickly."
"Hiss, Master, Master, that...that's a wild dog, right? Oh my God, a wild dog is actually eating people!"
There was a young female Taoist priest, her face pale and bloodless, looking at a pile of corpses in horror.
Next to the pile of corpses, there were several dirty, bloody wild dogs with bloodthirsty red eyes. They were shaking their heads vigorously and tearing at the pile of corpses in front of them.
"Eh..."
Some timid Taoist children couldn't hold back and vomited on the spot.
Zhang Jue was also awakened by the shouts of his disciples.
Zhang Jue's expression changed slightly, and then turned cold.
A swipe!
He drew out the long sword from behind and slashed at the wild dog!
"Beast!"
Along the way, Zhang Jiao saw a lot.
Gradually, the anger on his face disappeared.
His eyes were somewhat numb.
For the first time in his life, he began to doubt his faith.
original……
It turns out that our ancestors' entry into the world of mortals was not to tell us to go to the human world to find suitable disciples.
It seems that I have understood it wrongly all along.
Along the way, Zhang Jiao's mentality was also changing.
Fortunately, he didn't just see the corpse.
He finally met some living people.
Those "living people" with pale faces and skinny bodies, like dried bones, sitting in dilapidated homes, staring with lifeless and empty eyes, as if they have lost interest in everything.
In a sense, they can no longer be called living people.
Because they were just waiting to die, and they no longer had any desire to live...
But fortunately, they can still speak.
Zhang Jue also learned a lot from them.
For example, it is now the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.
For example, some time ago, a young wife in the village, a pretty girl who had not yet married, was just snatched away by the subordinates of a nearby landlord and master.
Those who were lucky enough to escape would be tortured to death by some soldiers.
The young and middle-aged men in the village were whipped to death for resisting!
Or they were forced to wear humiliating shackles and captured as cannon fodder.
This world is no longer the world that Zhang Jiao lived in when he was young.
For many people, this world is purgatory!
"Old man, you guys resist. If you resist, how dare they bully you?" said the Taoist boy who grew up in a Taoist temple angrily.
When the Taoist boy heard these words, he was also very angry and hated the bullies who oppressed the people.
But the Taoist boy was obviously ignorant of worldly affairs and unaware of the sufferings of the world.
"Resist?"
The skinny old man had a bitter smile on his face.
"There is no such thing as resistance, little Taoist priest. How can a celestial being like you understand our world?"
“Sometimes, if you don’t have something when you are born, you are destined to not have it in this life.”
"Resist? We don't even have the strength and we can't even get enough food. How can we resist?"
The old man smiled, his eyes empty, without even any anger in them.
He had long been numb, or perhaps many people of this era are like this old man.
They are numb, they are desperate...
They can only try to find joy in misery and deceive themselves, so that they can see a little hope of survival.
The little Taoist boy was stunned on the spot and really didn't understand what the old man said.
But the little Taoist boy’s master, the one who is known as the great virtuous teacher.
Zhang Jiao!
He slowly withdrew his hand and said softly to the weak patient lying on the ground in front of him: "Don't worry, I have a way to save you."
As he spoke, Zhang Jue smiled slightly and took out a water bag from the package behind him.
He took a bowl, opened the lid of the water bag, and poured out the soup inside.
White and with particles.
Fragrant and full of the tempting taste of grain.
Unconsciously, everyone present subconsciously looked in the direction of Zhang Jue.
People's eyes were all focused on the bowl in front of Zhang Jue.
Oh.
That's not water!
That is rice soup, that is white porridge!
Originally, people whose eyes had long lost the color of life and were filled with numbness, despair and dull eyes.
At this moment, there was a gleam of light in their eyes!
"I have realized it. I understand what the Great Dao is. I finally understand what the ancestors of the Xuanmen sect meant by transforming into a mortal being and entering the world."
Zhang Jue stood up slowly and smiled.
He pulled out a yellow paper talisman from his pocket and gently placed the talisman in the bowl filled with rice soup.
"I am Zhang Jiao, a descendant of the orthodox Xuan sect."
"I have a method of cultivating immortality, which can save all living beings."
"After you drink this magic water, all disasters will be cured and will no longer exist."
"I swear by the orthodoxy of the Xuanmen sect and the Three Pure Ones that if I say anything false, I will be punished by heaven!"
drink!
Of course I will drink it!
Do you believe it?
Of course I would believe Zhang Jue!
Because his talisman water is more than just a talisman.
His magic water gave the common people hope to survive in those troubled times.
That is real "life-saving porridge"!
On this day, Zhang Jue founded the Taiping Dao.
On this day, a slogan gradually became popular among the people.
The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, and the age of Jiazi will bring good luck to the world!