People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 39 Aim at Yourself
Xu Chen was just wondering how far he could go. After all, in this turbulent era, there were too many heroes and most of them would only be his enemies in the future.

He could only figure this out by himself. As the leader and heavenly master, he had to maintain absolute confidence in his career, otherwise his followers would have even less confidence.

When Wang Dang asked about it, Xu Chen could only turn a blind eye and answer perfunctorily.

But Wang Dang changed the subject and started talking about his past.

"Master, you don't know that I was born in poverty, just like the brothers below. If I hadn't been brave in battle, I wouldn't have been appreciated by the Great Sage Master and become his leader."

As Wang Dang spoke, he lay down on the mat with his hands under his head, as if he was lost in his memories, and his expression suddenly became somewhat deep.

"I have lived in a manor since I was born. My parents worked hard for the master of the house. I still remember that when I was young, I was on good terms with the master's son. But suddenly one day, I had to call him Young Master.

The name changed, and the feelings also changed. Later, I felt that the way he looked at me was no different from the way he looked at pigs and dogs. At that time, I understood that people are different.

Until one year, my family encountered a disaster and had no harvest. He, who had become the head of the family, asked my two younger sisters to pay the rent. My parents were unwilling to do so and finally died. My two younger sisters were raped and died in the backyard.

That night I sneaked into the inner courtyard, cut the necks of many people, and barely escaped death. It happened to be the time when the Yellow Turbans started to make trouble, so I simply joined them. "

The moon is dim and the stars are sparse, and one can even see some cloud shadows in the sky. The night looks a little bleak.

The bonfire next to him roared loudly, and sparks flew up with the hot air, but Xu Chen inexplicably shrank his neck.

This bonfire can dispel the coldness of the body, but it cannot relieve the coldness of the heart.

In just a few words, Xu Chen had already seen Wang Dang's life experience. Although Wang Dang himself downplayed it, he could imagine the helplessness and resentment behind those short words.

When I see my childhood brother and playmate suddenly become the high and mighty head of the family.

When I saw my parents and sister die tragically at the hands of this patriarch.

If a person is not strong enough, it would be difficult to withstand such a blow.

“After becoming a Yellow Turban, I thought about following the Great Sage Master to conquer the world. I would also become a nobleman in the future. I could also enjoy the things they enjoy, and no one would look down on me anymore.

Until I listened to the leader's teachings, I suddenly realized that what I should do is not to kill the noble man and then become the noble man, but to make sure that there are no more noble men in this world.

But Master, I always feel uncertain in my heart, can such a thing really be done?"

When he said this, Wang Dang turned his head and looked at Xu Chen with some hope, as if he wanted to hear a definite answer from Xu Chen.

Xu Chen immediately understood that Wang Dang actually had no confidence in doctrinal reform.

In the past, the Yellow Turbans had no goals and only knew how to follow the trend and go with the flow. They didn’t think too much.

Now that they have a goal and want to start a career, they start to worry about gains and losses, fearing that their passion and hard work will eventually become a bubble. If this is the case, it may be more painful than killing them.

Can naturalism really realize this ideal and make the world free of noble people?
Looking at Wang Dang's wide eyes, Xu Chen couldn't bear to lie. After a long silence, he could only sigh.

"Old Wang, we can dig out well water if we dig a hundred times. But to reach the hundredth dig, we must first dig out the previous ninety-nine times. What we are doing now is to dig the first time." After saying this, Xu Chen looked at Wang Dang silently under the reflection of the fire.

The atmosphere began to become serious. Xu Chen looked somewhat helpless, while Wang Dang's expression was visibly disappointed.

He did not hear the answer he wanted from Xu Chen. If possible, he would even rather Xu Chen deceived him. At least then he could move forward with confidence.

Xu Chen secretly cursed himself in his heart. Isn't he quite skilled in playing tricks normally? Why can't he use his skills at this critical moment?

After a while, Wang Dang, not knowing whether he had figured it out, laughed loudly: "Forget it, someone has to do it first, so let me go first. I will accompany the leader to dig the first handful of soil!"

After saying this, Wang Dang no longer paid attention to Xu Chen. He turned over and fell asleep on his side, and immediately began to snore loudly.

He looked sad and confused just now, but in the blink of an eye he fell into a deep sleep. What a heartless guy.

Xu Chen looked at him blankly, and suddenly he reacted.

Wang Dang usually appears to have complete faith in the Divine Religion, but now it seems that he is probably just pretending, otherwise there wouldn't have been the conversation just now.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

He suddenly realized that although the ancients believed in ghosts and gods, they were not all fools. Among these thousands of seemingly devout believers, how many were determined to truly believe in his own religion, and how many were just pretending?

Xu Chen realized that he could not absolutely control his believers, and naturally began to feel a sense of crisis.

But then he felt relieved. This worry was really unnecessary. Throughout history, who could truly control people's hearts?

If someone really tried to control every gap, he would become an extreme lunatic.

Only then did Xu Chen realize that he had only been the leader for a short time, but his desire for control had unknowingly become much stronger.

Suddenly, he began to understand how Cao Cao's suspicion came about. No wonder many emperors in history were always portrayed as paranoid and unreasonable monsters.

"If your butt changes, your brain will change as well. It seems like I need to be alert all the time in the future, so as not to turn into that scary creature..."

As Xu Chen spoke, he stretched out his right index finger and thumb, made a pistol shape, and then put it against his forehead.

After feeling it silently for a while, his right hand trembled and there was a slight "bang". His upper body fell straight down as if he had been shot, and then there was no movement.

After a while, his breathing became more steady and he fell into a deep sleep.

A night passed and everything was silent until the next morning, when the Yellow Turbans woke up to Wang Dang's shouting and scolding, and began to prepare for a new day's march in a hurry.

"Brothers, we have a tough battle ahead. Once we capture the county ahead, we will have a good fight!"

Wang Zhong, who had rested enough, was full of energy. His shouts reached the sky, and the Yellow Turbans all echoed him.

(End of this chapter)