Museum of Demons Chapter 132

"Town Demon Museum (

The thirty-sixth Fang Qu of Taiping Road, together agreed on the time of the uprising, which is March.

It even means that it is close to Luoyang.

Those people who have been abandoned and ignored, have accumulated a flame in their hearts, and the world will turn against it when the time comes.

Accumulate all the strength, and overthrow the emperor and generals in one go.

But no one could guess that Zhang Jiao personally saved his life. The disciple Tang Zhou he accepted became a traitor. The kind and gentle Ma Yuanyi was broken by the car, and his plan to explode together was broken. Zhang Jiao was silent for a long time, when he left. When he came out, Wei Yuan found that the wrinkles on his brows seemed heavier.

This time Zhang Jiao no longer hesitated.

He raises the trumpet, the sky is dead, the yellow sky is standing, the age is in Jiazi, the world is prosperous.

Raised his arms, tens of thousands of followers, it is already the ultimate description of ancient prestige. In ancient times, Chen Sheng Wu Guang, and later dared to entrust the king with only tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, and this time, when the man raised his hand , Every state in the world rises up, screams, and the followers are millions.

The huge, unshakable city of the Han Empire was smashed into pieces.

The fierce fire burned the sky.

Yellow Turbans appeared everywhere, but gradually, A Yuan discovered that some of these people were not real rebels. They were just speculative people, even bandits and bandits themselves. Taking the opportunity to rob, he discovered that Zhang Jiao The breath became stronger and stronger, like a flame that was bright to the limit.

Like the blaze that illuminates this dark age, it is blazing and bright.

He knew that the hope in everyone's eyes, the flame in their eyes, was this Taoist man.

But he began to feel uneasy in his heart.

Flame burning requires fuel.

Liu Niu's hands were stained with blood, and many of his colleagues died on the road. This man with a few strands of white hair on his temples was silent for a long time, and said in a relaxed tone: "At least they didn't starve to death without dignity, it's already very good. La."

He rubbed A Yuan's hair, and the boy found that Liu Niu's arms had a few more yellow scarfs that should have been tied to the foreheads of other people. When he walked, the yellow scarf accompanied him, like a shaking flame. Slowly, they laid more and more cities, and the yellow scarf on Liu Niu's arm also increased.

When the aristocratic families discovered that the low-ranking people actually started to shake them, they finally began to panic and began to suppress them. They issued strict defenses to all regions and ordered all states and counties to prepare for battle. But at the beginning, the army everywhere was not the opponent of the Yellow Turban until that one. His Majesty the emperor mobilized the famous generals of the big man.

Lu Zhi, Huang Fusong, Zhu Jun...

Until this monster that has dominated the world for a long time, began to mobilize those elite who eat meat and rice noodles.

They wore armor, and their expressions were serious and solemn.

Come to meet those skinny farmers with bulging bones.

Among them, Lu Zhi, who has a high reputation in the court, led the elite of the big men to attack the core of the entire Taipingdao himself. This is an upright military strategy. The thieves are captured first. They believe that as long as the thieves are defeated, this is so-called. The Taiping Road is not worth mentioning at all.

The coughing boy watched the seniors go out one by one. He didn't know why, he was a little precocious.

He knew that these celebrities had guessed wrong.

Catch the thief first and catch the king, not suitable for the Yellow Turban...

Because they didn't stand up because they were bewitched by someone.

In April of this year, the Han martial artist Sun Jian led his army and Zhu Jun joined forces.

Immediately, he was defeated by the Yellow Turban army.

Sun Jian and Zhu Junjun had to retreat again and again. The famous Han Huang Fusong joined the two to control the Fifth School, the Three River Knights, and the newly recruited elite warriors totaling more than 40,000 people to station in the Changsha. They barely resisted Bocai's attack. Was directly besieged.

For the first time these children of aristocratic families who have been practising martial arts in armor are at a loss for the first time. Whether they are armored on the battlefield or not, whether they are strong or not is very important, which far exceeds the number advantage.

An elite soldier in armor can easily kill five or ten unarmored soldiers head-on.

One of the reasons why a Han is a Wuhu is the armor and blades.

What's more, it's just a skinny farmer.

But they did indeed fail.

The elite fighter failed the farmer who could only eat the bark.

Sun Jian stood on top of the city. He still remembered those people. They looked like weeds. They didn't even need to use a sword to cut them. They might fall down at any time and never get up again, but they attacked like crazy. , Their eyes are like flames burning—

Soon, the Runan Yellow Turbans defeated the prefect Zhao Qian in Shaoling.

The Guangyang Yellow Turban Army beheaded Guo Xun, the governor of Youzhou, and Liu Wei, the prefect.

Victory reports were delivered frequently, and because of the idea of ​​capturing the thief first and the king, I had to use the Jizhou section to face the elite Zhangjiao but fell into a hard fight. At the beginning, he was still able to contend with him, but soon Yuan found out. Since he remembered, Zhang Jiao, who had been thinking of using endless energy, suddenly fell ill.

His energy is becoming stronger and stronger like a big day.

His vitality became more and more wilting, like a withered river under the sun.

The energy is not as good as the day.

Only two uncles, Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao, were left unable to compete with Lu Zhi.

Zhang Jiao back again and again.

Has retreated to Guangzong this place.

And on this day, the enemy commander, Lu Zhi, who is said to be both civil and military, who was once a Shangshu and a famous general, actually led two young people into Guangzong City, seeming to feel that with their strength, they could be at any time. After escaping, they found Zhang Jiao's house and wanted to visit that person.

A Yuan is the only disciple still staying beside Zhang Jiao, and he looked at Lu Zhi warily on his face.

I was about to refuse, but I heard a calm voice again, "A Yuan, go away."

A Yuan turned his head and saw that Zhang Jiao, who had almost been lying on the bed for several days, was wearing a Taoist robe. He stood there calmly. The boy slowly retreated, and Zhang Jiao said indifferently: "I didn't expect Lu Shangshu to come in. ."

Lu Zhi stared at the young Taoist in front of him and sighed:

"It's a pity that your self-cultivation is."

"Zhang Jiao, give up, why bother to bring these people to death... I will report to this today, although you will die, but these people may not be unable to fight for leniency, and now your majesty is wise and powerful. It will be fine."

The young Taoist answered with a smile, with shallow dimples on his cheeks:

"I thought so too, once."

"But I later understood..."

The Taoist whispered:

"Patience can't have good results, it's impossible."

"Patience will only get more and more oppression. I originally wanted to eat enough, but later, the land was annexed. Later, I couldn't even eat. I could only eat bark. Later, there was a disease and a severe drought, but because your Majesty wanted to build. For the garden, the tax has not been lowered at all, but has been lowered layer by layer and increased a bit."

"Faced with this, we can only rise up."

Lu Zhi went silent and sighed, "...but you will bring more people to death in this way."

"They could have lived..."

The young Taoist with a good temper replied:

"It is because we want to live that we will stand up."

The conversation naturally ended up unhappy, and finally Lu Zhi said: "You know, this time will undoubtedly lose. Dayu made Jiuding, Qin Emperor cast a jade seal, and the luck of Jiuzhou was regained, so there is Guangwu Zhongxing. This is My destiny is my destiny, and now the dragon veins are stable, and my big man still has hundreds of years of luck."

"You can't make it happen."

"Besides, I'm waiting for luck on my body. What about you, rely on your own way? How long can you support your way through the world?"

Zhang Jiao was indifferent and asked the young man to send the three guests out. After watching the disciple go away with naked eyes, he still had the same attitude before, and there was a shout. The Taoist who swept the Chinese spirit suddenly turned pale, and there were bursts of hair in front of him. He sat down slowly, holding on to the wall, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, dyed red robe.

Little by little, he walked into the house with difficulty, without letting anyone see it.

Lu Zhi was taken out of the city by the boy. He saw all the skinny people, and saw them greet them kindly. If it weren't in the rebel city, he almost thought it was a disaster-stricken town. I don't know what to say, the Yellow Turbans are actually just big men who can't survive.

For him, this is the truth that he cannot face directly.

Lu Zhi sighed and said:

"Little baby, why do you follow Zhang Jiao...you died in the battle, aren't you afraid?"

Yuan replied, "I'm afraid, but Uncle Liu Niu said that the battle is not afraid of death, but it is over at once. It is much better than starving to death. My mother also said that you must not starve to death in this life."

Lu Zhi was silent: "Starved to death?"

He was speechless and changed the subject and said, "Where is your mother?"

The boy replied: "My mother is dead...starved to death."

Lu Zhi looked around and saw the people. He noticed that they were wary of the weird sights, and his heart was blocked. For the people of the world, he found that the enemies of the slaughter were also the big men. This made him very uncomfortable, and there was a tough and tough temperament next to him. 'S youth asked:

"Your mother is dead, why didn't you keep her filial piety in front of her tomb for three years? Instead, she did things like this kind of messy ministers and thieves? Aren't you afraid of putting your mother to shame?

Yuan curiously asked: "What is the tomb?"

The youth was startled. Lu Zhi was a little younger next to him, with long arms, and the young man with a heroic temperament said:

"After your mother died, where was the burial..."

The boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old replied: "After my mother died, there was only a straw mat covered, and there was only a piece of clothing, and then buried in the dirt cave. In fact, some people died, and they didn't even give up on clothes. You can wear clothes even if you bury it. It's so strange that you don't know this?"

The tough young man couldn't speak, so he raised his brows and said angrily:

"What's your tone?"

"You know who you are talking to, the teacher is a contemporary Shangshu who once presided over the compilation of the Luoyang stele, the sky below the vein!"

The boy was startled, he said: "Is that the forty-six stone stele from Luoyang?"

Lu Zhi, who has always had a generous personality, looked a little pale, stopped the young man, bent his waist slightly, watched the young man and smiled barely:

"Little baby, do you know that stone carving? It's actually not as good as Burgui said..."

Yuan raised his head and said, "I know, in the year the monument was completed, there was a severe drought and epidemics in the world."

"I remember that many, many people died. They starved to death. I think that the monument has been inscribed for eight years. There are many, many words. Will the money spent on each word save a hundred people or a thousand people? In fact, people want to live very simply. With bark, a little grain, and a little water, they can live."

The young man was dressed in sackcloth, looking at the famous scholar in the world, he whispered:

"Old gentleman, are those words and principles more important than human life?"

Lu Zhi's face was pale.

A Confucian awe-inspiring heart collapsed almost instantly.

He left in despair. The long-armed young man could not speak. He sighed when he saw that the child's shoes didn't fit well. He stretched out his arm to clamp the child under his arm, put it on a rock, and looked for it. With some grass, his fingers swiftly made up something, while asking the child what the people really want.

The teenager thought for a while and replied: "Fat, have a place to live, and have clothes to wear."

"I won't be conscripted and die outside inexplicably."

"Won't starve to death."

He paused in his voice and added: "It's better to have meat."

The young man with a ranger temperament couldn't help but laugh. It took him a while to knit a pair of very beautiful straw sandals, put on the child, patted the dirt on his clothes, stood up, and laughed: "Go, kid, do you have any ideas?"

The boy thought for a while, looked at the smiling young ranger, cautiously said:

"We want to be treated as adults."

"Don't be left easily, we are also human beings."

The voice paused, and the boy whispered: "Or, are we not worthy?"

The young man opened his mouth, and the heroic and heroic ranger was lost for a long time.

He carried his double swords on his back, nodded slowly, and bowed:

"Thanks... for your advice."

Yuan was stunned, and then subconsciously gave a ritual. The Ranger turned and left, chasing the teacher and senior brother to the outside world. They have the cultivation base, so they can do this and other things.

Lu Zhi was in a daze for the first time. In fact, he had built barriers, dug trenches, and made ladders that could be attacked at any time, but he ordered the Han army to besiege and not attack.

The city is also a big man... a big man who can't survive.

As long as Zhang Jiao is killed by backlash, there may not be no way to persuade him to surrender.

The old scholar asked his disciple what his ambitions were. Among them, the tough man replied awe-inspiringly: "Now the thing is that the big man conquered foreign races and spent too much money. If Zan is a general, the foreign races at the border should not dare to invade, my man Life at home can naturally stabilize people's livelihood."

He has already made a name for himself at the border, and this time he is only here to help the teacher.

Lu Zhi nodded and looked at the young man Ren Xia next to him. He was not good at reading, so he had to say, "Xuande, what about you?"

The young man with heroic temperament recovered after a long while, and replied, "Probably..."

"In any case, you won't abandon the people under your control, will you?"

The tough young man couldn't help laughing at his junior.

Lu Zhi was surprised that his disciple, who originally only liked drinking and fighting when he was studying, and who directly convinced all the rangers around him, had such a view. It was rare to nod his head in agreement, but the encirclement did not kill, but finally attracted the court. Doubts.

The emperor sent Xiaohuangmen Zuofeng to see him. Someone persuaded Lu Zhi to pay a bribe to Zuofeng, so as not to be exposed.

But Lu Zhi has the same temperament as a sword, and he doesn't like the so-called Xiaohuangmen at all.

So Zuo Feng returned to the Emperor of Han and told that Guangzong would be able to take it easily, but General Lu Zhonglang had no intention of attacking at all. He probably planned to let Heaven kill Zhang Jiao, so the Lingdi was angry and issued an edict. Lu Zhi was directly removed from office and escorted him back to the court.

Lu Zhi looked at the distant city when he left, and finally smiled. He still refused to attack and was taken away by the prison car. No one knows why he did not attack by force at this time, nor did he know. Eight years later, this great scholar When he died, why did he let his son bury himself only in the earthen cave?

Don't have a coffin, just a single coat.

Zhang Jiao watched Lu Vegeta take away.

He was starting to be unable to walk normally, and he looked more like a sick seedling than A Yuan.

Even the nine-section scepter needs to be held by A Yuan.

Then it was as if Lu Zhi said that the fate is in Han, and the news frequently turned into bad reports. Those Yellow Turban generals and Yellow Turban warriors have strong will, but this kind of art of war does not mean fearlessness. You can ignore it if you die.

After being besieged for a month, Huangfusong fired at night and broke the blockade of Bocai.

With the reinforcements, a young general named Cao Cao broke through the encirclement of the Bocai Department.

Then many Yellow Turbans will be beheaded, and instead of Lu Zhi, it is said that Dong Zhuo, a famous general at the border, Zhang Jiao rose up and defeated the border general, so Huang Fusong had no choice but to continue north and face Zhang Jiao. , Is also the Yellow Turban Jizhou Department.

On the day when Dong Zhuo retreated, two Taoists came to visit.

They looked at Zhang Jiao who had been unable to go to the ground with complex expressions, and sighed: "It is my Taoist commandment. Why do you stir up such a big thing, why do you want to make the world change? Why enter the world, you are originally a talent of this generation. The tallest man..."

Zhang Jiao asked peacefully: "I practice true Taoism and do the righteous things. Is it wrong?"

The two Taoists shook their heads.

Zhang Jiaofu asked again:

"Heal, save people, is it wrong?"

The two Taoists shook their heads in silence.

Zhang Jiao murmured, "They want to live... Is it wrong?"

The two true cultivators couldn't speak anymore, Yuan helped Zhang Jiao up, and he bowed a salute and whispered:

"Zuo Ci, Yu Ji, I ask you one thing."

"Please prepare me the artifacts recorded on this thing."

Yu Ji and Zuo Ci took this thing, and when they saw the sword weapon above that was the core, it must be a weapon with a royal aura or a weapon stained with the blood of the king, their complexion changed suddenly, and they suddenly looked up. Zhang Jiao, everyone was shocked: "Zhang Jiao...Do you know what you are going to do?!"

Zhang Jiao replied softly: "Cure illness and save people."

"There are two fellow Taoists."

Yu Ji and Zuo Ci opened their mouths this time, and began to doubt their choice of retreating from the world. They spent a few days preparing all the things to be done by Zhang Jiao, and then the two real repairers bent over for a long time. Road:

"Fellow…"

"That's it, don't pass."

Zhang Jiao smiled in return: "...Don't pass it here."

In the end, A Yuan grabbed the nine-section staff for the great sage mentor, and Zhang Jiao coughed violently, and slowly painted the talisman. He smiled and said: "A Yuan, I once told you that the talisman is the voice of the heart, this talisman , I haven't shown it to anyone. Today you are the only inheritor of my Fa, haha."

The boy just has a sad face.

This is a very complicated spell, even with these talismans forming something like an altar of later generations, Zhang Jiao's footsteps lightly stepped on the ground, a word in his mouth, the surroundings suddenly lit up, and the young A Yuan subconsciously closed it. Eyes, when he opened his eyes, the pupils suddenly shrank, and the whole person almost lost the ability to think.

A vast and majestic place.

There is no up and down, no front and back, and it is even difficult to speak. He sees this world as if the vast universe is manifested, sees the earth and mountains connected, sees the huge golden dragon that slowly raises his head, and his vigorous luck makes him all. The cultivation base is stagnant.

The young man suddenly understood the master's purpose. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the Taoist man.

The teacher said that he can see the dragon veins of the Great Han...

But now, the dragon veins of the Great Han are still stable. The golden dragon transformed by the air luck of the Yan Han has been nurtured for four hundred years, and it has already looked like a god. He raised his head and whispered:

"He Fangxiao Xiao..."

Zhang Jiao slowly raised his hand and raised the symbol.

At this moment, he suddenly thought about what happened when he was young. He went up and down from the mountain, and the teacher suddenly pulled him and told him that he must not enter the world, otherwise, there will definitely be a disaster. If he can avoid this Jie, then he can definitely become, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is at least comparable to Zhang Daoling's peerless real cultivation.

He gave the young Taoist a four-character script, which was his fate and his curse.

A thousand years of true cultivation.

At that time, Caochang Yingfei, the young Taoist still had a little baby fat, smiled with dimples on his cheeks.

"That is, teacher, you know, I always cherish my life, disciple."

"Just treat the disease and save people, and then abduct a few, cough cough, I mean, just accept a few little Taoist priests and pass on the orthodoxy. Hey, for thousands of years of true cultivation, I am very envious. What is better? , A thousand years of true cultivation, incense for generations, a bit tacky, that power is boundless? It doesn't seem to be good..."

Zhang Jiao's lips slightly provoked, thinking of the teenager with a headache, and finally murmured the second sentence:

"Thousand years of true cultivation..."

"It's just one death."

Taoist raised his eyes, he stepped forward, gave the last salute to the Qi Luck Blue Dragon, exhaled and said:

"Poor Dao Zhangjiao..."

Fu Lu was ready in an instant.

"Please die!"

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