All Heavens: Starting from Becoming a God

It was already the fourth day when Zhang Jue rallied his army overnight and led the Yellow Turban Army southward along the Taihang Mountains to Chenggao Pass.

It sounds like it took a long time.

But in fact, for this army, it can travel hundreds of miles a day, which is close to the limit speed. You must know that from Guangzong to Xingyang, there are seven or eight hundred miles in between.

If it weren't for the strong physical fitness of the people of this era and the continuous blessings of the great virtuous master and Wang Yu's Taoist and divine arts, otherwise at normal marching speed, Wang Yu would not be able to wait for Zhang Jiao's army even after the mission was over.

But after days of hurried marching, even though this was an army blessed by religious beliefs, it was a little overwhelming for a while.

"Tianzun, would you like to let them rest for a while?" Zhang Jiao asked the golden figure in front of him.

"We are only two hundred miles away from Luoyang. Today I will see the army stationed in the imperial city. When they enter Luoyang, they can rest as they want."

"yes."

Facing Wang Yu's cold reply, Zhang Jiao could only respond and did not dare to say anything more.

Because this great wise teacher saw a place of ruins.

The majestic pass city that originally stood in the river valley between two mountains seemed to have suffered an unspeakable disaster. Only a ruined wall was left at the pass.

The remains of flesh and blood were mixed among the rubble.

The vultures that were pecking at carrion flew up in panic because of the arrival of the Yellow Turban Army.

The pungent smell of the rotting corpse made Zhang Jue instinctively feel a little uncomfortable, and he frowned slightly. The great sage master could no longer find the original appearance of this pass that he had passed through several times in his memory.

Zhang Jiao did not remember the fallen Han soldiers too much. He was just worried that the ruins would delay the march. After all, the only passage between the two mountains was blocked by rubble.

"Tianzun, I'm afraid cleaning up the ruins will waste a lot of money."

"nothing."

Zhang Jiao saw the golden figure in front of him raising his palm.

The Great Master was suddenly aware of the sudden dimming of light between heaven and earth. He looked up and found a huge palm that covered the sky and sun appeared in mid-air, blocking the brilliance of the sun.

All the Yellow Turban Army stared blankly at the huge palm. They knew that it was the power of the immortal.

Then under everyone's gaze, the golden figure in front of Zhang Jiao pressed down with his palm!

The giant palm in the sky followed him like a shadow, and with unparalleled momentum, it slapped toward the pile of rubble blocking the road below without any skill!

"Bang!"

After a deafening slap sounded, the ground trembled violently, and dust and debris flew all over the sky for a while, blocking the sight of Zhang Jiao and the Yellow Turban Army behind him.

The wise master who stabilized his body subconsciously summoned strong winds to disperse the haze.

After their vision returned to clarity, everyone saw that the ruins, which were originally made of rubble and were as high as a hill, were now only left with a flat land made of rammed earth and stones.

After Wang Yu made these two simple actions, a hill was flattened into a clearing.

Zhang Jiao, who was already accustomed to the power of immortals, said nothing, but silently conveyed the order to continue marching to his followers behind him.

"Go down and continue the rapid march. Tell the disciples that today we will march into Luoyang to take away the life of Liu Hong's child and establish our own peaceful world!"

"promise!"

The confidant turned and left, showing an inexplicable joy in his words and steps.

Although the Yellow Turbans were exhausted physically and mentally from the long journey, they cheered up again after hearing that they would be entering Luoyang soon.

This group of people really wanted to overthrow the dynasty.

Many of this group of Taiping Taoists were refugees who had been personally treated by the Great Master. They had been bullied by the government and landlords.

In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, they were ruthlessly exploited by heavy taxes, and even their fields were occupied by landlords. As long as there was some disaster, it would be a dead end.

I don’t want them to live well in this era.

This group of people had long-standing grievances against the Han Dynasty, but they suffered from the lack of a leader to lead them in resistance. Fortunately, the Great Master appeared, and he set up a clear banner and used his compassion to save those who were trapped in suffering. refugee.

Zhang Jiao used his practical actions to win over groups of like-minded believers.

And this group of people finally waited for the day to bear fruit. After hearing that they could enter Luoyang today, Niu Da asked the fellow villagers on the side with excitement:

"What do you think this Luoyang is like? I heard them say it is even more impressive than the Julu."

"I've never been there."

"I haven't been there either, but after today, maybe we can live here in Luoyang."

Facing Niu Da's imagination, someone on the side said something extra: "Look at your ambition. It's not like living in Luoyang. It would be really good to find a Luoyang wife!"

"Asking for a wife? I haven't thought about it yet." Niu Da smiled shyly.

"Hahaha, what's wrong? You're so picky."

The people on the march were teasing each other and passing the time. They had been traveling under starry nights for the past few days, which was really too much for these men who had lived a hard enough life.

What supported them was not only the talisman of the wise master, but also the spirit that wanted to cut off the emperor's head with his own hands.

"I really don't know how this emperor lives his life. We have suffered enough, but he has enjoyed enough blessings." Although Niu Da looked a little tired, he did not stop talking.

"Who knows, maybe he can eat a chicken for one meal and eat as much dog meat as he wants."

Niu Da couldn't help but fall into memories after listening to his fellow villager's words.

Dog meat?

He hasn't tasted it a few times.

When his parents were still alive, he could bring some leftovers from the landlord's house during the Chinese New Year. If the landlord was in a good mood, he could even reward him with a few more pieces of dog meat.

This has to be a good year.

As he thought about it, Niu Da burst into tears. He missed his parents.

This middle-aged man couldn't remember exactly which year it was during the lean years. Was it ten years ago or eight years ago? After all, his old parents still couldn't survive the hungry and cold winter.

The rice jars were bottomed out, and the landlords refused to give away the remaining grain.

At that time, Niu Da felt that there was no way to survive. God had come to take away his family's fate, but his old mother showed a relieved smile before she died.

The old mother touched Niu Da's face with her thin and yellow hands, and looked at her child kindly:

"Baby, don't be sad. Your father contributed food to us and my mother. Now it's my mother's turn to serve as food for you."

"You, listen to my mother's advice. Don't die like this. Live a good life for your mother, and take your father's and mine's share to survive. Our family's prosperity depends on you."

Niu Da cried bitterly and was speechless.

But the old mother just used her last bit of strength to hold Niu Da into her arms.

"Baby, I heard someone say a while ago that in Julu, Jizhou, there are kind-hearted Zhang brothers who take in refugees, but it seems that I have no chance to go."

"Take mother and go over there. It may be a way to survive."

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