Chapter 166: The Story of the Great Teacher (Part 1)
The middle-aged man raised his head, revealing a face that has experienced many vicissitudes of life.
There was a faint flash of light in those cloudy eyes, making his eyes look even deeper at this moment.
His eyes were like lightning, falling on the fisherman directly in front. The man was wearing a raincoat with a patched Taoist robe underneath. He had two tufts of beard on his compassionate face and held a bamboo stick in his hand.
He has such an upright and celestial appearance that people can't help but feel a little admiration in their hearts just by taking a glance at him.
It is such a man who seems to be the center of the world when he stands there.
Even Mr. Shui Jing couldn't help but feel a little weaker when he looked at him.
"Tao Master, it's been a long time." Sima Hui raised his head and looked at the other fisherman with a calm expression. He revealed his identity with just one word.
The fisherman standing right in front is not Zhang Jiao, who is he?
Zhang Jiao, the terminator of the late Han Dynasty, has many titles such as General Tiangong, Master of Taiping, Great Sage and Great Master.
Even though outsiders' evaluations of him are mixed, how can outsiders' evaluations shake the faith in Pindao's heart?
"I have not seen him for decades, but I have not seen him for decades. I thought he would move forward bravely and be a candle in this turbid time to light the way forward for the people."
"Unfortunately, my husband finally chose to live in seclusion in the mountains and became a hermit."
"I don't know, sir, are you hiding from the corruption of the outside world, or are you hiding from me?" Zhang Jiao's eyes fell on Sima Hui and asked aloud.
Hearing this, Sima Hui fell into silence, but stared at Zhang Jiao quietly with his eyes. After a moment of silence, he spoke out: "Where is the Taoist Master? But he has found his own path?"
"Or is it that the Taoist master's path is to lead those peasants who don't have enough to eat and don't have enough warmth to wear to rise up and resist, and ultimately hit an egg with a stone? In this troubled world, the chicken will fly and the egg will fly, and everything will come to nothing?"
"The events of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang in ancient times are still before our eyes. The world may be rooted in the common people, but the common people are vulgar, do not know how to advance or retreat, and do not know about government affairs. If there are no wise people to lead, it may be a place that will never be restored."
"Tao Master is able to succeed in his rebellion now, just because you are the leader, Tao Master. What if you pass away?"
"The Yellow Turbans are like headless flies and cannot survive for a long time. If you can protect them for a while, can you protect them for the rest of their lives?"
"You are a Taoist. You can cultivate the supreme road in the mountains and ascend to heaven. Why do you need to swim in the muddy water of the world?"
Sima Hui asked several questions in a row, causing Zhang Jiao to fall into silence.
After a long time, the great virtuous teacher took off his bamboo hat, took off his raincoat, raised his head, revealing his gray hair, and his withered face was slightly pale.
This is the Dao injury he suffered when he disobeyed God's will several times and was obliterated by Heaven.
"Probably because I can't stand it."
"We, as monks, just want to have a clear idea. There are some things that I can't stand, and I feel so depressed that I have to go down the mountain. I have to do my best for these thousands of living beings!" Zhang Jiaochang exhaled a filthy breath.
, spoke out.
His eyes couldn't help but reveal a thoughtful look.
At this moment, what appeared in his mind was the scene he saw when he went down the mountain.
There is a severe drought in China. The fields are cracked and the seedlings are withered. Countless people are sitting on the edge of the field, looking at the cracked wheat fields, hanging their heads and crying, trying to squeeze some tears from their eyes to water the dry wheat seedlings.
And when these people were hanging their heads and crying, Pindao saw a small river not far from these people.
But there were soldiers standing on both sides of the river.
The soldiers stood on the shore, holding spears in their hands, with sarcasm on their faces. They sneered even more when they looked at the people who wanted to get water.
Want to get water?
Can!
Pay the water bill first!
Nowadays, there is a severe drought in China, there is a lack of rain, the water level of the river has dropped, and the shipping power has dropped several times. In order to prevent the river from drying up, several adults above decided to protect the river and restrict people's access to water.
Those who want to draw water from the river must pay money.
No money?
There will be no water!
How can a mere untouchable compare to the river where adults can enjoy themselves?
"Sir, if there is no water, the crops in the fields will die from drought, and the little ones will have no chance of survival this year!"
An old man with a sallow face and thin muscles, carrying a bucket larger than himself, walked up to the soldiers who were dividing the water and asked.
"Whether you have a way of survival or not, what does it have to do with me?"
"Instead of asking for water here, why not go back and pray to God, and ask God to give you a few rains, wouldn't it save the crops?"
After saying that, the soldier kicked out the old man, kicked him to the ground, and scolded him to leave.
When Zhang Jiao saw this, he stepped forward to help the old man up, and wanted to seek justice from the domineering soldier on his behalf.
However, before Zhang Jiao could take action, he was stopped by the old man, who repeatedly said "That's it, bear with it"...
Seeing that the old man did not want to cause trouble, Zhang Jiao felt angry, but in the end he did not conflict with him.
But I couldn't bear it in my heart, so I went against the will of heaven and forcibly dropped several nectars in the village.
On that day when it rained, Zhang Jiao stood in the center of the altar and watched countless people rushing out of their huts and into the rice fields, picking up a pile of mud and water, and sprinkled it on their faces, bursting into laughter.
Many people even cried with joy, knelt on their knees and thanked God.
The old man is one of them.
This rain found a glimmer of light for people in desperate situations, allowing them to see hope for the future!
Seeing this scene in his eyes, Zhang Jiao couldn't help but smile on his face, dragging his tired body, holding the bamboo stick, and walked away slowly.
This is the first time he has done something good since he came down from the mountain.
Master has said that when you go down the mountain to practice, you should follow your original intention, whether it is to hoe the strong and support the weak, or to save the world, but you must not violate the word "Tao"!
However, after doing good deeds, Zhang Jiao sought a clear mind, but underneath this clear mind, there was still a bit of depression.
after all……
The world under the mountain is somewhat different from the world he imagined.
Although the people were laughing happily in the rain, the joy in Zhang Jiao's eyes couldn't help but look a little sad.
However, this sad emotion only flashed through his heart and he didn't take it to heart.
Half a year later, when he was returning to the mountains, he passed by this village and wanted to see how the people in the village were doing.
After all, he had single-handedly rescued them from the desperate situation, and he felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.
But the moment Zhang Jiao walked into the village, he was stunned.
In the past, many villages with common people could still be seen, but now they have long been abandoned.
The village was desolate, not even a blade of grass could be seen, and endless resentment could be felt above the village.
This is the condensed resentment after death. Looking at the scale, at least hundreds of people must have died.
But isn’t there only a few hundred people in this village?