All Heavens: Starting from Becoming a God

"That's you."

As Wang Yu finished speaking, Chen Cheng keenly noticed something was wrong.

The commander of the Yellow Turban Army, who had fallen into a sluggish state, also confirmed his guess, but Chen Cheng did not point out all this. The previous painful experience had given him enough lessons.

Wang Yu, who had finished reading the memory, raised his eyebrows. In the eyes of the Yellow Turban Army, Zhang Jiao obviously did not look like the leader of a peasant uprising army, but——

"A great sage with a heart for the world?"

At this moment, it was difficult for Wang Yu to evaluate the middle-aged Taoist, so he decided to have a frank talk with him directly.

But how should I arrange these teammates?

Wang Yu didn't think too much about this group of people, and said without looking back: "I believe that you can make a difference here with your own abilities. As compensation for my absence, I will give you a life-saving charm."

"Thank you sir for the talisman!"

The young and mature Li Shan quickly thanked him when he heard this, without mentioning anything else.

Others who responded also thanked him profusely.

They knew that the boss seemed to have his own ideas and didn't want to be their nanny.

Wang Yu nodded, and directly threw out six spiritual lights into their bodies, and then disappeared from their sight in the next moment.

Immediately afterwards, the Yellow Turban Army fainted and died in the military tent.

Some people looked sad when they saw this: "It's over, how can we continue the plot without this Yellow Turban Army!"

"Yeah, we don't know what mission we were given. We're not going to be treated as deserters, right?"

Seeing everyone's panic and lack of energy, Li Shan knew that he couldn't let this emotion continue to spread.

He directly picked up the sword and shield on the side and shouted at the crowd: "Why panic? Take it one step at a time now. Follow me. I will be your leader now!"

This young man of seventeen or eighteen years old seemed to be the backbone of everyone at this moment.

The clueless reincarnations subconsciously picked up weapons and followed the young man out of the camp. No matter what, they would try their best to survive these seven days.

city ​​center.

After finishing his practice on the high platform, the Great Master coughed twice and his body swayed a little. The disciples waiting on the side hurried over to help him.

"It's out of the way."

The middle-aged Taoist held a nine-section staff and propped himself up on the ground to push away the crowd.

He pointed to the talismans on the desk and said, "These talismans are ready. Just take them and mix them with water for the injured believers to drink."

"yes!"

Some people held those talismans and left quickly.

The remaining disciples looked at him expectantly. In their eyes, this great master was the only savior in the world.

But for some unknown reason, this great virtuous teacher stopped taking action after repelling Dong Zhuo's attack. He just stayed quietly in Guangzong City and watched the situation worsen.

Some disciples knelt down directly on the ground and prayed:

"Master, please take action to repel the Han army! Dong Zhuo was afraid of your reputation and fled, and Huangfu Song only dared to pretend to attack every day to deal with the problem. As long as you take action, Jizhou will return to the control of Taiping Road!"

The great virtuous master sighed upon seeing this, first helped his disciple up, and then said to everyone: "We will discuss this matter later."

"Leader!"

"Leader! Think twice!"

Facing the pleading disciples, the middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head, threw down his sleeves and left, and no one dared to stop him.

"What on earth is the leader thinking?"

"Is the future we are looking forward to really hopeless?"

In the confused mood of his disciples, Zhang Jiao returned to his mansion in the city. The moment he opened the door of his room, the great virtuous teacher felt this for the first time since he mastered the "Book of Taiping Qingling". To fear.

He saw only one more person in the familiar room, an ordinary-looking Yellow Turban soldier.

The man just stood in front of the window, seemingly unaware of his return, but Zhang Jiao knew that the man could not be just a Yellow Turban Army member.

Now that Huang Tian's fortune has increased, no one in the world can make him shrink back!

Who is this person?

Is it the same existence as the Nanhua Immortal who passed on to him the "Taiping Qingling Book"?

Wang Yu turned around and explained to the confused middle-aged Taoist: "Don't worry, I'm here to help you."

"Who are you?"

Zhang Jiao didn't care at all whether the other party would help him, he was more concerned about who this person was.

Wang Yu saw Zhang Jiao's very guarded look and showed a harmless smile. He took out a tea set from the Samsara Watch and placed it on the table beside him.

He took out two futons and placed them on the ground.

Zhang Jiao was a little confused about the opponent's methods, but just by the opponent's calm hands summoning objects out of thin air, it was enough to mean that the opponent was definitely an immortal-level existence.

"Are you an immortal?" Zhang Jiao asked.

"Yes and no."

Wang Yu said as he motioned for Zhang Jiao to sit down and prepared to make a cup of tea for the great virtuous master himself.

Zhenyu Laomo's tea art is not very good, it can only be said that it is not bad. During the hundreds of years of practice, he has mastered various skills without knowing it.

Zhang Jiao watched quietly as the man sitting across from him summoned water out of thin air, and then fire burst out from his palm.

In Wang Yu's every move, Zhang Jiao could sense the terrifying power it carried, which was enough power to kill him.

The difference in personality between the two is really huge.

Even if Zhang Jiao is now responsible for the fate of hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops, he feels that it is still difficult to match him.

Wang Yu went through the steps of scalding the pot and warming the cup just like a textbook. After a pleasant process, Zhang Jiao's guarded mood relaxed a little.

"Please." Wang Yu personally poured a glass for Zhang Jiao and handed it over.

Zhang Jiao took it with both hands as a sign of respect. After drinking it all in one gulp, he couldn't describe the taste. He didn't know how to praise it for a while.

Wang Yu laughed when he saw this: "It's a shame."

Zhang Jiao had no choice but to laugh.

Wang Yu waved his hand, then changed the topic and introduced himself directly: "I came from outside the sky, you can call me Zhen Yu Tianzun. This trip is to save the world from water and fire."

"The emperor among immortals?"

Zhang Jiao was in a daze, confused by this title.

Wang Yu knew the crux of the matter instantly when he saw the other party's reaction. This was the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, not long after Tianshi Tao was established, and the concept of Taoism was still in its infancy.

The leader of Taiping Taoism in front of Wang Yu is already the leader of Taoism today, but this group of alchemists who practice Huang Lao's way have obviously not yet truly determined the meaning of the term Tianzun.

They only respect Laozi as the ancestor of Taoism and regard Laozi's work "Tao Te Ching" as the main classic. They have not yet established a genealogy of immortals similar to the "True Spirit Position and Industry Map".

In the book of Tao Hongjing, the founder of the Shangqing sect, Taoism established Sanqing as the highest god and gave it the title of Tianzun.

Therefore, in Zhang Jiao's ears, the meaning of the word Tianzun mentioned by Wang Yu was obviously transformed into the most noble existence among immortals, which naturally aroused his doubts.

But the other party's doubts also confirmed Wang Yu's knowledge of this world.

"After all, is it still a model that is close to historical facts? In this time and space, it seems that there are no prehistoric times and gods, otherwise Zhang Jiao would not be able to understand what I mean."

Wang Yu sighed in his heart.

For him, the only resource that can be plundered in this world is faith.