In the spring of 185, Dongjun Cangting.

The weeds on both sides of the road stubbornly emerged from the scarlet dirt, and the tender, green-green leaves were glued with ugly black-and-red spots. The charred bark of the old tree cracked through it, and sprouted buds, fresh and green, growing upwards at right angles to the collapsed trunk. A long sigh came from a dilapidated small tea shop on the side of the official road: "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, the world is auspicious, how long will it be before the great sage and good teacher say that the world is auspicious?" "A merchant sighed, looking at the big bag on the side, he knew that he was another person who was ready to move his family and escape the war." Yes, this time the army of Huangfu Song arrived, I don't know how to deal with the great sage and good teacher, and I don't know how many people will die, but it is said that the great sage and good teacher are critically ill. Another merchant didn't know where he got the news, and was lamenting and regretting, and it seemed that he was also quite dissatisfied with the imperial court, but when he remembered that in Changshe in May last year and in Wancheng in June, the imperial court killed more than 300,000 Yellow Turban soldiers at once, and his back was cold, and his voice was quiet.

On the other side, a burly man tiptoed to the bed, looking at the big brother who was still shivering under three layers of quilts, not much older than himself, but with sparse white hair, age spots on his face, and a foul smell on his body. Standing there in a daze, my heart like a knife. "Big brother, there is a Taoist named Yu Ji outside who said he wants to see you for the last time." The big man said softly, after finishing speaking, he touched his throat, probably very unaccustomed to such soft words.

"My master is here! Please! The lifeless eyes showed a terrifying survival light, and he struggled to sit up.

"No need, you scoundrel." At the door, a crane-haired and childish old man came in, and he didn't see him moving, but he had already come to the bed.

Zhang Jiao looked at the master who had been mourning for nearly a hundred years in shame. It seems that since I entered the mountain gate for more than 30 years, and now I haven't seen him for more than 10 years, my master has always been like this. If you struggle, you have to get up and kneel.

"Forget it, you can lie down now, I was on a whim yesterday, forget it, if I don't come today, our master and apprentice will never have the opportunity to meet in the future." Yu Ji saw that he had been calling for wind and rain for the past two years, but now he was about to become an apprentice, and he also regretted it.

"Master, the disciple is ashamed, and he has no shame to see your old man! I shouldn't have taken advantage of your trip to sneak down the mountain with the "Taiping Qing Collar Book" and the nine-section scepter. Zhang Jiao wrote all the guilt on his face for so many years, "I have always wanted to go back to my master to apologize, but my disciple can't let go of so many brothers with me, and my disciple has always hoped that after the world is lucky, he will return to his master to apologize, but he can't wait for this time." ”

"It's over, it's over, you stole the treasures of the master's sect, I actually sensed it a long time ago, I was going to abolish your cultivation right away and retrieve the treasures; But I felt that eight years later, my fate of rebuilding with the help of Sun Ce had changed. And you should have died last year, and now you have lived one more year. Yu Ji helped Zhang Jiao uncover the truth for many years, "I came over today, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" Of course, don't mention anything to me about Huang Tian, it's too difficult to go against the sky, and I'm afraid I can't do anything for the teacher. ”

"People are dying, these empty things, my disciples have seen it these days, but they have only suffered this group of people who have caused trouble with me, and the people of the Han Dynasty who have been implicated by me. The disciple only asks the teacher to take the disciple to see their fate in the future, and what is the future of the Han Dynasty? Zhang Jiao was in tears, probably thinking of this group of people who gave their lives to him, or because he was forgiven by the teacher.

"No matter what, if you go against the sky, you may not have a chance to be reincarnated, and as a disciple like you, it will take some cultivation to take you away, but your last obsession." Yu Ji put his hand on Zhang Jiao's forehead, and the figures of the two blurred for a while.

For more than 2,000 years, like an instant, when the figure reappeared, Zhang Jiao was already dumbfounded, and his face seemed to be hung on the screen, shocked, sad, curious, and puzzled...... All kinds of expressions converge on the screen. "Eighteen princes against Dong Zhuo, burning Luoyang, the Three Kingdoms Dingli, Sima Dai Wei", thinking of this scene, Zhang Jiao's tears rained down, a general success and ten thousand bones withered, and finally the Han will not be Han, the five dynasties and ten kingdoms are in a big melee, the Han people survived as a third-class subordinate under the iron hooves of the Yuan Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty's hair did not keep a head, trampled on the last dignity of the Han people, the Eight-Nation Alliance burned the Old Summer Palace, the Nanjing Massacre, the sick man of East Asia ......, thinking of these Zhang Jiao muttered: "Ashamed of the people of the Han Dynasty, ashamed of the Han people!" Master, is there a way to save this people? Maybe it was because of the light that Zhang Jiao actually got off the bed and bowed down to Ji.

"There's nothing you can do as a teacher!" Yu Ji also said helplessly.

"Brother Yu Jidao, if you can't save it in this world, no one can really save it." Zhang Jiao was stunned to see a turtle-shaped crane back suddenly flashing in front of him, with big ears and round eyes, a beard like a cut, unkempt, and sloppy Taoist.

"Mr. Wujiao, why do you have time to see off my disciple?" Yu Ji was also stunned when he saw his old friend Zuo Ci coming uninvited.

"Without him, I have been specializing in the "Taiqing Dan Sutra" for 800 years, and today I finally practiced Jiuding Dan, but when the Dan was completed, I rushed out of the Ding and came straight to Dongjun, I followed all the way, but I didn't expect Jiuding Dan to bring me here. Maybe it's providence, it seems that I have also made wedding clothes for others for 300 years. Zuo Ci held back his eyes, and the corners of his mouth ached.

"Hahaha......, really, Jiuding Dan, it's done, haha......, it's saved." Yu Ji's thousand-year-old Dao heart, his speech at this moment was also a little incoherent.

Zhang Jiao also knew what they were talking about, and the unimaginable joy made his hands tremble all the time. "Jiuding Dan plus more than 2,000 years of foreknowledge of future generations, if he can survive, then he will ...... in the future", this moment of happiness is filled with this once powerful old man, and he seems to be much younger in an instant. But in the midst of surprises, there is always a hint of loneliness, and the giant curtain of 2,000 years of history has begun to emerge again. "Can I change the war, can I change the change of the dynasty, can I change the fate of 'rejuvenating the people and dying the people'?" That trace of loneliness is like a drop of ink falling into a bowl of clear water, quickly subverting all clear water. "People who have died once, why do I still think about myself and can't let go?" Zhang Jiao laughed at himself, "Please teacher, please ask Teacher Wujiao to save this Han people." "Zhang Jiao's words made Yu Ji also stunned, he knew that his disciple had realized his own Dao at this moment, and his mood was greatly improved, as long as he took Jiuding Dan again, the head of the sect could be handed over to him in the future, he would become the fifth generation of the Daomen, and he would be able to soar in the next four hundred years." Are you sure you want to give up Jiuding Dan for the people of this side, if you save the people of this side, you will have no tomorrow? Deep down, Yu Ji still hoped that his familiar, competitive disciple would be selfish again. But the apprentice, who has always been willful, knelt directly in front of the two and expressed his thoughts with actions.

"Idiot, the road to Chengxian Avenue!" Yu Ji picked up Zhang Jiao, looked at the latter's resolute expression, and shook his head slightly.

"One Dan and one world, Jiuding Dan, can be a small world, the "Taiping Qing Collar Book" in your arms can carry a trace of the soul of all beings, and the nine scepters can break through the barrier of this world and send the "Taiping Qing Collar Book" to the Jiuding Realm. But the newborn world needs to be perfected, and someone needs to incarnate the Heavenly Dao and derive the Great Dao Three Thousand. Zuo Ci glanced at Zhang Jiao, who had more breath and less intake, and said to Ji, "Brother Dao, this is the destiny of heaven, it cannot be changed, my Jiuding Dan has been three hundred years, but it is Dancheng today; Your sect's "Taiping Qing Lingshu" has also been worshiped by the people for thousands of years, and today's merits are complete; Your disciple should have been punished by heaven last year, but he has been dragged to this day, this is his fate, and it is also our calamity. ”

"Okay, I think you should bring your sect's treasure, the Golden Liquid Pill, and you can give it to my disciple to achieve his half-immortal body. The three of us formed a three-talent array to help him extract a trace of the soul imprint of sentient beings and open up the Jiuding realm. Yu Ji said to Zuo Ci.

"I am Zhang Jiao, I am willing to use all my strength to help Jiuding Dan open up a world, incarnate into three thousand avenues, "Taiping Qing Lingshu" to take a soul imprint of all living beings in the world, I wish Jiuding Realm no fighting ,......", Zhang Jiao after taking the pill, holding a nine-section scepter, with the help of Yu Ji and Zuo Ci, made a grand wish of three thousand. is the so-called: half a lifetime of floating dreams, once an epiphany. The immeasurable nine scepters, the Taiping Sutra of merit, the creation of the Nine Ding Dan, and all things are spiritual.

At the last moment, the bodies of the two people sitting behind him began to slowly disappear, and Zhang Jiao realized that for the sake of this small world, the two teachers had cultivated for thousands of years, and their hearts fluctuated, and the nine-section scepter also shook slightly, and the "Taiping Qing Lingshu" inhaled a strange breath at this time. Zhang Jiao shuddered in his heart, but at this time, the "Taiping Qing Lingshu" flew into Jiuding Dan with him. Since then, Taoism has lost two leaders, closed its doors and allowed Buddhism to flourish in the Tang Dynasty.