Not to mention that little sister Zhang watched Zhu San leave from afar and never returned, but Zhu Daben, who had been married for less than a month, was in a moment of inseparability. It was the first time he had been away from his wife for more than a day, and his face was full of red at this moment.
The appearance of Zhu Da and Zhu San are quite different. Except for the slender thick eyebrows, Zhu San is more inclined to his mother Chen, while Zhu Da inherited Zhu Laoshi's broad shoulders.
"Third brother, the eldest brother saw that the girl from the Zhang family probably fell in love with you. The shoes I made for you are so fine and strong." Zhu Da rocked the oar, stared at the cloth shoes on his younger brother's feet, and joked: "
How about I go back and tell my mother-in-law that I can marry you at Lao Zhang's house and wait two years until you finish your studies and then we can get married."
"Brother, don't talk nonsense. Since the second sister left, I have always regarded the younger sister as my real sister. Don't mess around and ruin the relationship between us." Zhu San glared at his brother.
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That little sister Zhang likes him? He doesn't think so in his heart. We grew up together, have a closer relationship, and care more about each other, that's all.
"Third brother, you think so, but I don't think so. Why don't you see her making shoes for your eldest brother or me, or for my fifth sister?" Zhu Da continued.
"That's because last time I gave someone a silver hairpin to express my gratitude for taking care of Xiao Wu. This is a return gift, and it's not as dirty as you think." Zhu San explained, seeing that Zhu Da was still reluctant to give up.
, hurriedly interrupted: "Brother, row well, otherwise you and I will have to sleep on the deck if we can't reach Jiangdu Ferry before sunset tonight."
"Okay, just don't say anything."
It usually takes more than a day and a half to travel along the river from the ferry outside Moling County to the ferry outside Jiangdu County in Guangling. Zhu San's fishing boat has a long sail, and the two brothers take turns rowing, which shortens the time of more than half a day to get to the same day.
Stay ashore to avoid sleeping on the river.
The two brothers found an inn at the ferry outside Jiangdu and stayed for one night. Zhu Da sailed back the next day, leaving Zhu San alone on foot heading north. Horses were rare and not easy to buy these days.
In particular, there are no horses in Jiangdong, and weak horses with short legs are rare in the wild and are occasionally used for agricultural purposes.
Along the way, Zhu San saw a lot of refugees in Jiangdu County. There were many beggars at the door of wine shops and inns. The number was far higher than that in Moling County. In addition, many fertile fields on both sides of the official road were dry and barren, desolate and inhabited. It looked like the end of the world.
A depressing scene.
On the way, in front of a village, villagers gathered at the entrance of the village. In front of an altar and incense case, a Taoist priest with a yellow scarf on his head and a bright yellow Taoist robe stood in front of the case. Beside him were dozens of yellow-robed Taoist boys maintaining order.
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In the center of the field, half of the villagers stood in a long queue, some looked hungry or sick, and an old man in the front row knelt on his knees, lowering his head, listening. The other group of villagers gathered around
A circle of people watched curiously.
The Taoist priest in yellow robes, eight feet tall, has a handsome face and a half-inch green beard. If he replaced the Taoist robes and hairpins with Confucian shirts and crowns, he would definitely be a well-educated scholar. It is a pity. I saw him murmuring something:
Making seals with one hand, dancing the mahogany sword with the other hand, and stepping on the steps of seven stars, suddenly, he poked the yellow talisman on the wooden table, which spontaneously ignited like magic, instantly turned into ashes in the air, and fell straight into the porcelain bowl on the table.
"Tai Shang Laojun, you are as urgent as the law. Quick!"
With a sharp shout, Taoist Master Huangpao took a deep breath, and looked at his disciples as if his mana had been consumed.
Immediately, a Taoist boy brought the talisman water to the old man, fed him to drink it, and said: "If you drink this bowl of divine water, you will not be hungry and your illness will be cured. Do you remember?"
The words are neither slow nor fast, but give people a strong sense of penetration.
"诱辘! 豱辘!" The old man drank it in one gulp and his throat kept rolling. In an instant, he suddenly closed his eyes and opened his eyes. His whole body was refreshed and he shouted: "I'm not hungry anymore, and I don't feel any pain anymore.
I’m fine, hahaha!”
"Thank you, Master Immortal! Thank you, Master Immortal!" The old man looked happy and kept kowtowing.
Fu Shui cures diseases? Yellow turban? When Zhu San saw it, these two words immediately popped into his mind. He couldn't help but stepped forward, inserted himself into the crowd, and started to read.
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, millions of ordinary people rose up during the Yellow Turban Disaster and were later massacred and exterminated. This was the bell of the decline of the Eastern Han Dynasty and the opportunity for the rise of the heroes of the Three Kingdoms.
When he was in Moling County earlier, Zhu San was only in a wine shop. Passers-by had heard some rumors about Taiping Dao, but had never seen it with their own eyes. That was strange. Didn't the book say there were hundreds of thousands of Taiping Dao followers?
Connecting the counties, people from Qing, Xu, You, Ji, Jing, Yang, Yan, and Yu who enter the state believe in it. Yangzhou should also be a key Yellow Turban diocese. Why haven't I seen yellow-robed Taoist priests carrying out educational activities? This makes him suspicious.
I have been wondering for a while, did Luo Guanzhong fail to check the historical data and made mistakes?…
Zhu San carefully observed the whole process of Fu Shui's rescue, and he had some concerns in his mind. Although he came through time travel, he had no clue about the reason for the time travel in these years. He once broke his atheism and wondered whether it was
A certain god from heaven made a joke to me. After a car accident, he was reborn in ancient times. In this vast destiny, he gradually began to become confused.
It's just that his sanity is still there, and the talisman's water to save him feels more like a kind of hypnosis, suggesting from the subconscious. The mysterious altar and the chanted incantations make a kind of compulsion appear in the old man's mind.
Trust, a thought, this talisman water is divine water, you can drink whatever you want and you will not be hungry or in pain.
Under that strong psychological suggestion, the mind will naturally begin to be in a trance, without knowing the pain, and naturally no longer feel hungry or sick. However, if it continues like this for a long time, it will seriously damage the body's vitality. It will not only shorten the life, but also cause certain diseases.
The sky suddenly erupted and he died suddenly.
With the old man as the leader, about ten more people separated from the crowd of onlookers and joined the long team.
Seeing this scene, Zhu San could only sigh helplessly. He was a petty person and had no way to expose the lies of Taiping Dao.
Just as he was shaking his head and preparing to continue on the road, another group of people came outside the village. There were also about a dozen people, wearing uniform blue gowns and hanging gourds on their waists. The leader should be an old man with white hair in the middle, leaning on a mahogany crutch.
, the snow-white long eyebrows, people see it, wow, what a childish face with forehead hair, fairy spirit and Taoist bones, he must be a true immortal with Taoism.
Behind the old man, several young people in their twenties were holding long banners and writing: "The immortal spirit is wonderful and courageous, cast spells and pray for blessings, the Taoist is kind-hearted, and blessings will cure the disease." The sixteen large characters are elegant and full of fairy spirit.
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Zhu San, who caught his attention, secretly took a look and saw that these people were obviously skilled in martial arts. He could feel from a distance that they were walking in unison, their heels were dust-free, their breath was long, and there was a faint light in their eyes.
He was secretly wondering that when the Taoist priest in yellow robe just wielded the peach wood sword, it was obviously changed from the one-striking sword technique. He also paid attention to the calluses under the index finger of his hand. He was sure that the predecessors of these religious activities were all rangers.
Swordsman born?
As soon as the old man in blue appeared, the remaining villagers around him shouted with joy: "The old god Yu Ji is here, everyone come and pay homage!"
"It's saved!"
"The living god is here!"
Zhu San, who heard this, was surprised again. In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a person like Yu Ji who went to Jiangdong to engage in religious and superstitious activities. The death of Sun Ce in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms seemed to have something to do with him.
The old man glanced at his counterpart in Minghuang Taoist robes not far away, and condensed his vision for a moment. The disciples around him rushed forward slightly, looking like they wanted to take action, but Yu Ji stopped him with his hands, not to act rashly, and to do their own thing.
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The style of Yu Ji's sermon was very different from that of Taiping Road on the other side. He did not set up a table, but just found a huge stone next to him and started his blessing ceremony.
The same person holds a mahogany sword, steps on the seven-star step, pinches the seals, and chants the incantation. Then, instead of burning the talisman and flushing it with water, he places the talisman paper on the boulder and takes the wolf hair and red gauze handed over by the disciple.
, draw it on the spot, and finally quickly fold it into a triangular bag for believers to wear, which means to ward off disasters.
For those believers who cried out that it hurt here and that they were sick there, Yu Ji would recite a few incantations and ask the disciples to pour out different pills from the gourd and have them drink them with water.
Fu Shui and pill pills are not good things. Zhu San doubts whether the pill pills are made from sulfur and mercury or hardware as mentioned in history. I heard that eating too much will cause neurasthenia and paralysis. After taking it,
For a while, it may feel like the medicine has cured the disease, but in fact, the person is being poisoned chronically, until he is poisoned and dies.
For a moment, Zhu San was not in a hurry. He was more interested in watching these two groups of religious elements, looking back to see if they would fight and break out a religious dispute. According to the historical records of later generations, religious believers are the craziest and can carry out crusades.
Expeditions can be reactionary and rebellious, for the sake of the sole belief, even if life and death are at stake.
Gradually two hours passed. The villagers gathered on both sides drank the talisman water and took pill pills. The preaching and blessing activity slowly came to an end.
On Taiping Road, after the yellow-robed Taoist wielded the last sword and asked the disciples to drink the talisman water, he asked the disciples to put away the peach wood sword, took the water bag, drank the water, took a smooth breath, and took a look.
The man on the other side smiled knowingly and straightened his Taoist robe...
Let the disciple wait where he is, and he will go to Yu Ji's side alone.
As soon as they got close, Yu Ji's disciples stepped forward and said provocatively: "What are you doing here?"
"Don't be so presumptuous, step back." Yu Ji let his disciple take over the man's hand. He walked over with a mahogany staff and pushed the two disciples with his staff. Seeing how old they looked, Yu Ji pushed the two young disciples.
But he was knocked back three steps, and he quickly apologized and retreated.
The yellow-robed Taoist priest bowed his hands to the two Yu Ji disciples and expressed his apology. Then he turned around and stretched out one hand, asking Yu Ji to come aside and speak.
Seeing that the two people seemed to know each other, Zhu San suddenly became interested. He looked around and saw that no attention was paid to him. He quietly moved out of the crowd and slowly leaned towards Yu Ji and the other two. Because of the child,
, not attracting attention, keep him within three feet of him.
He secretly put his hands behind his ears, making them look like pig ears, and a faint sound came into his ears.
"Ma Yuanyi met Master Yu Ji."
It turned out that the name of the yellow-robed Taoist priest was Ma Yuanyi. Zhu San frowned and recalled it. He suddenly remembered that there was a record in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. It was the great disciple Zhang Jiao who was later reported to and quartered by five horses. But this sentence of uncle, could it be Zhang Jiao?
Jiao and Yu Ji are actually brothers? What a shocking secret.
"You also know that I am your uncle. Zhang Jiao has accepted a good disciple, and he came to Jiangdong to compete with me for followers." Yu Ji said in a very dissatisfied tone: "My master and I both worshiped the old Nanhua Immortal, and he studied "
Three volumes of "Taiping Yaoshu", and I got three volumes of "Taiping Qingling Dao". After the two of us went down the mountain, we made an agreement that he would preach in the north, and I would preach in the Yangtze River area and Wuyue to divide the north and the south."
"I didn't expect that your master would send you here today, but you want to break your promise?" Yu Ji pointed the peach wood staff against the ground and asked.