Nightmare Immortal Era

Chapter 160 The sky is dead

In the middle of the South Forest, in Pingkang Mansion, a group of people wearing linen clothes and yellow headscarves were walking on the Great Dao, staring at the blazing sun.

On both sides of the road, corpses lying on the ground and broken bones scattered by wild animals can be seen everywhere.

Some of the bones looked like they were still babies!

"Help, help!" A weak cry rang out from the pile of dead people. The leader's ears twitched, he immediately stopped and stepped forward.

This was a little old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties. He had a gaunt figure and dull eyes. He also had a blood hole more than ten centimeters long on his arm, but the wound had dried up and was no longer bleeding.

Daoist hurried forward, first pulled the old man under the shady tree, and then took out the water bottle on his body to clean the old man's wounds.

Only then did he realize that all that was left of the tree they were relying on was the trunk, and the bark had been stripped off!

"You are." The old man took a sip of water and regained some energy. He reluctantly raised his head and looked at the dozen or so people in front of him.

"We are Taoist priests of Taiping Dao, and this is our Zhang Tianshi!" Behind the leader of the Daoist, a girl came out. She pinched a red mud-like thing in her hand. After Zhang Jiao helped him clean the wound, She followed and changed the red mud.

"This is a medicinal material that is very effective in promoting wound recovery!" the girl said gently.

"This, this, it can't be done!" The old man suddenly felt flattered: "I am just an ordinary citizen, and I will get over this injury as long as I endure it! How can He De use such precious herbs!!"

"Isn't this medicinal herb made for human use?" Zhang Jiao smiled and asked: "By the way, father-in-law, let me ask you, there should be no floods, droughts or locust plagues in Pingkang Mansion in the past two years, right? Why are there so many victims on this road?"

"You guys are from out of town, right?" The old man didn't want to say it at first, but because they saved his life, and he was also very angry, he simply said with dissatisfaction: "There are no floods, droughts, or locusts, but There are man-made disasters. Last year, we tenant farmers really had to hand over 70% of the harvest. This year, it has increased to 95%. How can this be enough for a family? But we have to pay it, and it has been less than two months. , I ran out of food when I saved it, and I had to run away as a last resort!”

"Ninety-five percent?" Zhang Jiao was surprised. He also knew a little bit about the grain output here. The wheat yield per mu was 400 jins, and the rice yield per acre was 300 jins.

Of course, the rice and wheat here are not the same thing as those on the earth, but they are very similar, so similar terms are used instead.

If 95% is paid, how much will a farmer have left?

How can there be enough food for a family of several people?

"Did it say why we had to pay so much?" Zhang Jiao asked.

"How does this little guy know?" The farmer shook his head and asked, "Are the Taoist priests going to Pingkang Mansion?"

"We do have this plan!" Zhang Jiao nodded and asked, "Can I still leave? How about coming with us?"

"I'm not going!" The old man shook his head and said: "The gentlemen of Pingkang Mansion also set up a porridge tent at first, but later they thought that more and more people were gathering in the disaster area, so they stopped giving out porridge. Not only did they not give out food, , and even sent troops to drive away the victims who gathered outside the city, I was beaten back by them, and it would be in vain to go back again!"

"Is there such a thing?" Zhang Jiao's expression suddenly turned ugly.

The old man shrugged: "It's not that bad."

"Then what are you going to do?" Zhang Jiao asked, "How will you live when you go back?"

"Wait to die!" the old man said nonchalantly: "The fallen leaves will return to their roots. At least I can be buried with my ancestors!"

Zhang Jue was speechless for a moment, and then spoke after a long time: "Old man, you'd better come with us. With us here, you won't miss a bite to eat."

"Really?" The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he realized that these people seemed to have no place to store food.

However, the name Taiping Road

"You guys, are you immortals descending to earth?" The old man was about to kneel down tremblingly.

Zhang Jiao hurriedly helped the man up and shook his head: "Old man, we are not immortals. Just like you, I am just an ordinary citizen!"

"Ah" the old man was a little disappointed, but for the sake of food, he still followed the team.

Someone next to him handed him a yellow scarf, and he tied it around his head in the same way.

In front of the team, Zhang Jue couldn't help but look at the corpses on both sides of the road with a solemn expression.

"Father?" The girl who had just bandaged her husband's wound called softly: "Do we still want it?"

"Ning'er, you saw it too. It's not that we want to rebel. The sky is as dark as a crow, so I have to rebel!" Zhang Jiao shook his head with a stern look on his face.

In the official history, Zhang Jiao most likely did not have a daughter. After all, he was a Taoist priest.

But in Yang Ning's memory, Zhang Jiao could have a daughter, so Zhang Ning appeared.

Zhang Ning has a delicate and quiet appearance, wearing an amber dress, with long flowing hair, holding a two-meter-long ceremonial guard decorated with gold lings and white ribbons. The whole person looks like a peony with thorns, and there is endless hidden under the quietness. The hills and valleys.

Zhang Jiao led the Yellow Turban Uprising on Taiping Road, which directly ignited the flames of war in the Han Dynasty. However, his move was not for personal ambition or wanting to be emperor, but for the common people of the world.

After seeing too much suffering and the ugliness of the upper class, Zhang Jiao completely concluded that the great man was hopeless, so he raised the flag of rebellion, saying, "The sky is dead, Huang Tian is standing, the age of Jiazi, the world is under heaven" The slogan "Daji" set off the Yellow Turban Uprising that buried the Han Dynasty.

This move was worthy of Heaven and the common people, but it was particularly disappointing to his own daughter.

At a young age, he had to travel around with his father. At the age of eighteen or nineteen, he was as young as a flower, but he could not enjoy the life like other ladies. Instead, he and his father died in the battle in Guangzong City.

When Yang Ning approached the two of them, Zhang Jiao directly rejected the idea of ​​starting another uprising. If there was an afterlife, he just wanted to be an ordinary father, accompany his daughter to grow up, and feel the beauty of this world.

Then they came to South Forest.

I saw the blockade of knowledge, the annexation of land, the solidification of classes, and the disregard of human life that was even more cruel than that of the Han Dynasty.

Moreover, this is not a mortal world, this is a world with immortals!

Zhang Jiao has seen the Divine Ability table, and the immortal can use the Dao Technique to bring down boundless rain, making the whole world more prosperous and increasing food production easily.

But even in such a world, there are still tragedies such as farmers starving to death, exchanging children for food, and dying on the side of the road. Not just one or two, but there are more than tens of thousands of tragedies we have seen along the way.

What's the difference between an immortal who only cares about cultivation and no regard for the common people and a noble family?

I have been seeking the Tao all my life. If the Tao is like this, it is better not to seek it!

The old Taoist can overthrow the big man, and then he can use his strength for the Ming Dynasty to overthrow these aloof and greedy Immortal Gate family!

"Ning'er!" patted her daughter on the shoulder: "The next thing you have to do as a father is a bit dangerous, so I will send you to the adults to prevent you from following me around again. What do you think?"

"No!" Zhang Ning refused without even thinking: "Last time you got into trouble, you had two uncles with you. Now you only have me, how can I abandon you?"

"What's more, I also want to overthrow such a world!"

"Okay, okay!" Zhang Jiao patted the girl on the shoulder happily: "She is indeed my Zhang Jiao's daughter!"

"Then we, father and daughter, will join forces to bring another Yellow Turban Uprising to this world!!"

The sky is dead, Huang Tian!

The sky is dead, the emperor and the sky should be established, and at the age of sixty, the world will be prosperous!

(End of chapter)