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Chapter 486 Zhang Jiao
Jizhou, Guangzong.

White clouds float like jade, hanging alone in the clear sky.

Hong Chen sat casually on the cloud, holding a red-skinned wine gourd in his hand.

On the ground, with Guangzong City as the core, the two armies were fighting fiercely.

Swords and spears clashed, war horses neighed, there were roars and howls, and blood was flowing.

Hong Chen only cares about a few people.

First, on the top of Guangzong City, there was Zhang Jue, the great and wise teacher of the Yellow Turban Army, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a nine-section staff, with a pale face and coughing from time to time!
Second, there is the fat man, Dong Zhuo, who fought bravely on the battlefield and had pretty good fighting skills!

Third, the three brothers who swore brotherhood in Peach Garden, Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei!

Finally, there was Huangfu Song, Marquis of Duxiang, who commanded the battle from the imperial court.

Zhang Jiao is suffering from a serious illness and his life prospects are bleak. He will die here today.

He is also the first person chosen by Hong Chen when he came to the mortal world this time.

This battle was somewhat different from what Hong Chen remembered, but since it was the human dynasty of Southern Continent, Hong Chen would not be surprised even if Zhang Jiao really summoned thunder from the sky and Guan Yu could really create the effect of a blue dragon with one sword.

As the old saying goes, the worst thing to do is to think too much.

Hong Chen had just said this when Zhang Jiao on Guangzong City actually took action.

He stuffed a pill into his mouth, and his pale face instantly recovered, with a bright light suddenly rising in his pair of weathered eyes.

He pushed aside the people around him, took a step forward, and looked at the Yellow Turban Army who were fighting desperately and sacrificing their lives under the city, with a flash of regret in his eyes.

When he raised the nine-section staff in his hand high, the clear blue sky suddenly changed color.

Within a few breaths, dark clouds gathered and the sky darkened.

Hong Chen looked at the dark clouds around him, then looked at Zhang Jiao, feeling quite sorry.

Zhang Jue didn't have much magical power, and it was even difficult for him to stay alive.

But at this moment, he burned up all his magic power and his last bit of life, just to give the Yellow Turban Army a glimmer of hope.

The unusually sudden change in the celestial phenomena immediately startled all the soldiers on the battlefield, causing them to stop their actions and look up at the sky.

The warhorse shook its head and tail restlessly, and its hooves kept digging the ground. No matter how the generals behind it tried to comfort it, it would not calm down.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian must stand!"

The hoarse and old voice instantly spread throughout the battlefield, and anyone could hear the firmness in the voice.

Everyone's eyes shifted to the top of Guangzong City, some with admiration, some with hatred, but at this time they all looked at the old Taoist with a bit of awe.

"If you are at the age of sixty, the world will be blessed!"

Boom! !
The sky exploded!

Immediately, thousands of thunders sounded!

The sudden lightning illuminated the bloody battlefield, and the Han army suffered heavy casualties.

Fortunately, these thunder and lightning were not entirely intended to destroy the enemy. A considerable part of them was intended to create gaps and space for the Yellow Turban Army to evacuate.

Thunder from the sky continued to bombard the Han army, and the Han army was in chaos.

But there were also many people who revealed their extraordinary side. For example, when Guan Yu held the sword in one hand, a phantom of a green dragon actually rose up to protect him, and even protected a large area of ​​soldiers around him. Zhang Fei, Liu Bei, and even Dong Zhuo and Huangfu Song also had their own methods.

That was not the way of immortality, but a unique way of martial arts, which was very different from the martial arts that Hong Chen had practiced before.

These generals quickly adjusted their positions and led their troops to withdraw from the range of the thunder bombardment. Although they could only watch the defeated Yellow Turban Army retreat, it was also a helpless move. After all, none of them could deal with the thunder, and they had no way to target Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue on the top of the city wall refused his brothers' pleading. He knew he was about to die, and there was no difference whether he retreated or not.

In the end, he was the only one left.

The thunder gradually weakened.

Outside the city, Huangfu Song looked at Zhang Jue from afar and sighed.

Dong Zhuo said in a muffled voice: "He is quite a character."

The three Taoyuan brothers were still far from them, but they also expressed their respect for Zhang Jue from behind. At least, they should respect the other party's martial arts. Zhang Jue's body swayed and he fell down immediately.

The thunder disappeared in an instant and the dark clouds dissipated.

Zhang Jue lay on the top of the city wall, looking emaciated. He looked up at the only white cloud in the sky, and his whole life seemed to suddenly be reflected in that cloud.

……

"Have you finished reading?"

A sudden sound suddenly entered Zhang Jue's ears.

He was stunned for a moment, then instinctively turned over and found that he was lying on a cloud without knowing when, with the boundless sky around him and the vast earth below the cloud.

When I looked up again, I saw a young man in front of me, who was neither sitting nor lying down. He was wearing a red robe embroidered with dragon and phoenix patterns, which looked extremely delicate. In his hand, there was a red gourd with the mark of Tai Chi Bagua, which emanated a strong smell of wine.

Before he could ask, the young man suddenly laughed and said, "Congratulations, you have become an immortal."

Zhang Jue was completely stunned.

half an hour.

Zhang Jue sat down cross-legged, smiled bitterly and said, "So that's how it is. Thank you for your mercy, Immortal. I'm unworthy of it." He looked at his own somewhat illusory figure, and then looked at the imperial army who were cleaning the battlefield on the ground. They were carrying all the corpses, including those of the Yellow Turban Army.

After a while, he took a breath and asked with red eyes: "Shangxian, did I do anything wrong?"

Hong Chen shook his head: "Of course not."

"Why did I still lose?"

"Victory or defeat on the battlefield is never based on right or wrong. When a dynasty is about to end, there will always be someone who will jump up and knock it on the head first. Everything you have done has let everyone know that the Han Dynasty is no longer scary, and it is only struggling to survive. Don't worry, someone will soon continue what you have done. However, the person who finally succeeds in overthrowing the Han Dynasty will not be you."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zhang Jue threw his head back and laughed so loudly that the sound was like waves of laughter.

"It doesn't matter! I am relieved! The people of this world can still be saved after all!"

Seeing him constantly raising his hand to wipe away his tears, Hong Chen pinched a cup with Baiyun and poured him some wine.

Zhang Jue didn't care and took it and drank.

"Well, since you are already dead, then everything in the human world has nothing to do with you. But I still have to stay in the human world for a long time, so I can't send you to heaven now, so you should sleep for a few days first."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jue adjusted his posture and was about to kneel down to express his gratitude.

But Hong Chen was unwilling to be kneeled by him, and a thought made him unable to move.

"Rest assured and take care of your soul. In the future, when you are in heaven, you will be able to do more for the world."

"Thank you, God!"

After the communication, Hong Chen put his soul into his own divine seal.

Finally, he felt something strange again.

Zhang Jiao received teachings from the Immortal Nanhua and was considered half a disciple of the Immortal.

The Nanhua Immortal is the Nanhua Zhenren, also known as the famous Zhuangzi.

Laozi and Zhuangzi were both teachers and friends. Zhuangzi actually inherited, developed and interpreted Laozi's thoughts, and then used his own interpretation to extend his unique views that were refined, active, and outstanding.

In this world, thoughts and views are the Tao. If you understand the Tao, you will naturally achieve accomplishment.

So, it is fine to say that he is a disciple of the Human Religion, and it is also fine to say that he is not.

Now that Zhang Jiao is dead, why doesn't Zhuangzi come to see him?
Could this Nanhua Taoist be so casual? Or did he just do it casually when he taught Zhang Jue the Dharma?

Hong Chen shook his head and rode on a cloud to Luoyang.

Zhang Jue was dead, and the remaining Yellow Turban Army, led by Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao, was unable to resist Huangfu Song's offensive, so defeat was inevitable.

Although if he stayed he could still see Cao Cao who came to encircle and suppress the Yellow Turban Army, the other party would have to return to Luoyang sooner or later.

Hong Chen also wanted to go and see what Luoyang City in this world looked like.

(End of this chapter)