All Heavens: Starting from Becoming a God

The moment the old mother's arms drooped down, Niu Da knew that he and the world could only live one life.

Or die yourself.

Or give this world a new beginning.

Niu Da silently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and in his heart he expressed condolences to his parents who had been dead for many years:

"Father, mother, soon we poor people will be able to live peacefully for the rest of our lives. Even when we die, we can go to heaven and continue to enjoy happiness.

And for all this, we have to thank the great sage and mentor. Without them, I wouldn’t be where I am today.

As poor people, we must not forget our roots. When I have a stable home in the future, I must build a shrine to the great sage and mentor, and then worship the True Feather Heavenly Lord day and night. "

Wang Yu smiled.

He suddenly opened his mouth and asked the great sage, "Did you hear that?"

"Huh?" The Great Master looked at the golden figure in front of him in confusion.

Wang Yu's projection turned around and pointed at the Taiping Taoists behind them: "I heard their hatred for this world. They have been waiting for this day for a long time."

People like Niu Da are not an exception. Basically, most of the people who participated in the Yellow Turban Uprising rose up because they could no longer survive.

Who would want to rebel if they could live well?

The head tax, the calculation tax, the oral tax, the regular tax, the regular tax, the household tax, the cuo tax, etc., these countless classified taxes made it difficult for the people at the bottom to survive.

A good year is okay, at least one meal is enough to get rid of hunger, but in a famine year when there is a bad harvest, there is not even enough food to eat, but the government still does not reduce taxes. That is really selling one's wife and children. Yi Zi ate each other.

Not to mention the local powerful, even the land they depended on for their livelihood was taken away.

They really have no way out.

Hearing this, Zhang Jiao's expression showed some emotion, and he nodded: "Yes, I have been waiting for more than ten years, and I even despaired a few days ago. But fortunately, you are here, and the world is finally getting better." Woke up."

Wang Yu didn't pay attention to Zhang Jue's compliment, but asked abruptly: "Great Master, how long do you think your country can last?"

Facing Wang Yu's inquiry, Zhang Jiao seemed to think carefully before saying with a smile:

"If it were me in the past, I would never dare to boast that it would last longer than the Han Dynasty, but it is different now. With your existence, this peaceful world may last for thousands of years."

Wang Yu seemed to ask casually, but seeing Zhang Jiao's answer, he didn't say anything more.

The entire journey was silent.

In the evening, the Yellow Turban army walked into Luoyang City openly, and no one dared to stop this destiny army.

As soon as he entered the city, Niu Da opened his eyes and observed carefully. In the end, he just said: "It's not that big of a deal. It's just bigger and better looking."

"You're still thinking about it"

While the fellow villagers were continuing to joke with Niu Da, a scout rode a horse along the road and sent a message: "The great sage and good master has ordered that the army will be stationed in Weiyang Palace today. Tomorrow at noon in front of Weiyang Palace, the Han Emperor will be beheaded! His eunuchs will be punished!"

"The great wise teacher has an order."

Everyone who heard the news trembled all over, their eyes were filled with inexplicable brilliance, and Niu Da kept laughing stupidly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Niu Da, you are so giggling, isn't it because the emperor is going to die? Hahahahaha, what a death for his grandma!"

The fellow countryman couldn't hold it in any longer as he talked.

"Thank you, Heavenly Lord!"

"Thank you for your great sage!"

Not only the Yellow Turban Army, but the entire Luoyang knew the news. Some were hesitant, some laughed wildly, and some watched all this silently.

"Father, Han died like this?"

A girl couldn't help but sigh when she heard the noise coming from outside the house. She loosened the strings melancholy and looked at the old man writing on the bamboo slips.

The old man did not answer her question.

He just put down his brush and read the contents on the bamboo slips from beginning to end to his daughter.

"On the fourth day of the tenth month of the seventh year of Guanghe, a god with ten thousand feet of golden armor came from the east, broke through Chenggao, Hulao, and Xuanmen, and killed the red dragon in the sky above Luoyang City."

"It said: The fate of the Han Dynasty has been exhausted. It is time to regain the destiny of fire virtue and inherit the movement of the five virtues. Taiping Road should be the new dynasty."

"After that, I will inform everyone of my identity. I am an immortal in the sky, named Zhenyu. Because I cannot bear the sufferings of the world, I will create eternal peace for the people in the lower world."

"Later, various auspicious and auspicious phenomena descended from the sky, and the people in the city were all protected by him, and they all said that he was the true god."

From his perspective, Cai Yong recorded everything he saw and heard in the past few days.

Whether the immortal captured and killed the red dragon, or sent blessings to the people of a city, for this great scholar, it would be difficult to believe it if he had not experienced it himself.

But it's really a fact.

The girl was not satisfied with her father's answer. She asked again: "Father, aren't you sad that the Han Dynasty has died like this? Isn't it ridiculous that a moth thief will take charge?"

"Zhaoji, what do you think of the original world?" The old man did not answer his daughter's question, but asked back.

The girl didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Seeing this, the old man packed up the bamboo slips and carefully bundled them into a ball, and then said to his daughter:

"The world is already so bad. How can it get worse? If Han can replace Qin, it will naturally die like Qin. This is the law of heaven."

"But you eat Han Lu raw"

"So you want to retaliate with death?" The old man smiled.

"Zhaoji, look at how many people are happy about the death of Emperor Han outside. You shouldn't ask me. You should ask them what they think."

"."

"What's more, I see, the Han Emperor and the eunuchs are just the beginning. Guess, will the great virtuous teacher who saves the suffering people let go of those corrupt officials and noble families?" Cai Yong stood. Get up and walk towards the door.

"I hope they can make this world a little cleaner."

In the lonely night, Wang Yu and Zhang Jiao walked in Weiyang Palace one after another. This former palace of the Han Emperor has now completely changed its owner.

"Tianzun, I have given you all the orders." Zhang Jiao said respectfully.

Wang Yu nodded.

He turned around and looked at the middle-aged Taoist holding a nine-section staff, and said calmly: "Tomorrow, you will be the new master of this empire."

"Everything is due to your blessing from Heaven. We will spread your faith to every corner."

"hope so."

Faced with Zhang Jue's humble attitude, Wang Yu showed no extra expression. He pointed to the wide square in front of Weiyang Palace and tapped lightly with his right hand.

As the pale golden light continued to flow out from the fingertips, a statue of a statue of more than a hundred feet appeared out of thin air in an instant. Its appearance was the same as Wang Yu's.

"I have statues like this in every state and county. They are my eyes."

"." Zhang Jiao said nothing.

"I went to Hanzhong, and there was a very interesting man named Zhang Xiu there."

"."

Facing the silent great virtuous master, Wang Yu penetrated a golden light into his body and called him softly: "Zhang Jiao."

"exist."

"The troubled times are over."

Thanks, Detective Ghost Eye, for the reward.