In the Ancestral Temple, candles were lit, and the fiery red candlelight illuminated the entire hall.
Above the main hall, if you look around, all you can see are the burning candles on both sides and the spiritual tablets placed directly in front.
It is worth mentioning that despite the dust outside the main hall, the inside of the hall is as clean and tidy as if it had just been cleaned.
Liu Hong walked in with a particularly calm look on his face, pulled a futon and sat down.
Just sitting quietly in this temple, saying nothing.
until……
The Imperial Ancestral Temple shook, and the spirit tablets trembled. One after another, the aura of the emperor rose into the sky from the Imperial Ancestral Temple, turning into phantoms of the emperor, breaking through the air, and blending into the sky.
Liu Hong turned a deaf ear to the strange movements in front of him, and just stared quietly ahead with his eyes, looking at the vibrating spiritual tablet in front of him, with an extremely calm expression on his face.
"It seems that this day has finally come. The yellow scarf is offering sacrifices to the sky, trying to kill the fate of the country, cut off the dragon's veins, and destroy the luck!"
"Cousin, the mess you left for your nephew is really difficult to clean up!"
"In Kyoto, there is a dispute between eunuchs and relatives! All the eunuchs and relatives under your command have been replaced one by one, but in the end, you still cannot use the hands of those guys to get rid of those aristocratic families."
"Perhaps what that person said is right. It is not that easy to get rid of a noble family, at least not for Gu!"
"With my eyes closed and my ears closed, I finally managed to lift someone up, so that I could open my eyes and ears, and have the conditions to change the world. But what's the result?"
"The Yellow Turban Rebellion came so fast that I didn't have enough time to do what I wanted to do."
Liu Hong took out wooden tablets one by one from among the many spiritual tablets, placed them in front of him, and kept talking.
And on the spiritual tablet, the four characters "Huan Di Liu Zhi" were clearly written.
"However, I also know the suffering of those people. Over the years, I have seen what the aristocratic family has done, and I am angry in my heart."
"It's just that uncle, what you handed over to Gu back then was a mess. If you want to make this mess better, I can only choose to act from the top down."
"Although I know that the risks of this change and calculation are very high, I have no choice but to go this way."
"I just didn't expect that before Gu had finished walking this road, these people couldn't sit still. The Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out, and the Taiping Taoist master gathered the people's hearts and destroyed the fate of the country!"
"Everyone in the world thinks that the Han Dynasty lasted for hundreds of years and that the country's destiny is prosperous. But they don't know that the people are the foundation of the country. A country's destiny that loses the support of the people is like water without roots."
"Uncle, I don't know what the outcome of this battle will be. If the big man can win, I will make drastic reforms to benefit the people."
"If we lose... and the Han dynasty perishes, then the suffering of those people will not be worse than now, right?"
"As for the eunuchs and relatives, don't worry, Gudu has made arrangements. Someone will take their heads!"
"None of these people who feed the common people will be able to escape in the end!"
"However, I haven't had enough of the throne yet. I hope Tian Gu will come later."
"At least let Gu live a few more days and really do his part for those people."
…
Liu Hong held the spiritual tablet and muttered. He talked a lot and talked for a long time.
He didn't even know when he fell asleep while talking.
The spiritual tablets in front of him began to tremble violently, and cracks spread out from these spiritual tablets. In the next second, it seemed that all these spiritual tablets would be turned into powder.
But from the cracks in these spiritual tablets, strands of golden light seeped out and fell on Liu Hong.
…
Outside Guangzong City, on the altar on the top of the mountain, the golden dragon of national destiny was smashed by Zhang Jiao with a stick. The only two points of light in the entire world were extinguished. Only Zhang Jiao stood in the void, with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of indifference.
color.
Stepping forward, a smile appeared on the Taoist's pale face. His breath was sluggish. The candle of life seemed to be blown out at this moment. The original black hair also turned into white strands in an instant and lost its luster.
But he still maintained his standing posture, leaning on the nine-section staff, looking down the mountain, looking at the imperial soldiers whose momentum was greatly reduced at the foot of the mountain, and smiled slightly.
In the darkness, there was suddenly a glimmer of light. It was gentle sunlight, a crescent-shaped sun left behind when the darkness dissipated.
"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, and the age of Jiazi will be good for the world!"
Zhang Jue shouted this slogan with all his strength. When these words came out of his mouth, the yellow turban soldiers below fell into silence, but after a moment of silence, they were replaced by fanaticism.
All of them had red eyes, stretched their necks and shouted, shouting excitedly!
Because they knew that they saw their Taoist master slaying a dragon, and saw that the Taoist master destroyed the fortune of the great man with one stroke of his staff!
The Han Dynasty will perish, the dynasty will overthrow, the dark world will eventually pass away, and they will soon usher in the light!
"Kill! For the Taoist Master, for the Yellow Turban, and for the dawn of tomorrow!"
"Kill! Kill all these dog officials!"
"kill……"
…
The shouts of killing were heard one after another, but in an instant, the emotions of these yellow scarf soldiers were ignited and they rushed towards the imperial soldiers.
They have nothing to fear because there is the protection of gods above his head.
And Zhang Jiao is the god in their hearts, the immortal in their hearts!
Xiao Wen completely broke free from the restraints, saw this scene in his eyes, and fell into silence.
The Yellow Turbans won.
But he also failed!
The backlash of destroying a dynasty's national fortunes cannot be endured by Zhang Jiao alone. It also requires the entire Yellow Turban to bear it!
Therefore, the Yellow Turbans will definitely lose this battle!
Xiao Wen thought like this in his heart, and a new red sun appeared in front of everyone in the sky.
However, after the red sun appeared, it only took a few tens of seconds before layer after layer of dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky.
These dark clouds are stacked on top of each other, blocking the new sun and making the originally bright sky dark.
After the sky darkens, you can hear the sound of strong winds ringing in your ears, and you can see thunder flashing among the dark clouds.
In the quiet world, it suddenly started pouring rain. Among these raindrops, there were countless thumb-sized hailstones.
It fell from the sky with a crackling sound and hit the battlefield below.
"You won, but you also lost! You should already know this result, right?"
Xiao Wen looked at the hail showering in the sky, looked back, opened his eyes with a smile, and asked aloud.
Hearing this, Zhang Jiao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
This is the price!
If you want to accomplish this, someone has to bleed, and someone has to use their life to light the torch and light the way forward.
"Everything is doomed. And you have traces of the great formation deduction on your body, and you have the mission of changing your fate against the will of heaven."
"Whether it's rebirth or deduction, what you have to do next is to look forward. Even if you are a simpleton, you know the crisis in your world."
"Perhaps one day you will make the same choice as Pindao."
"Now, all I can do to help you is to give you this life!"