Chapter 3581 The Immortal Guides the Way

Chang'an.

Among the five-sided temples.

Zuo Ci felt that she had not had much time left.

Before a person dies, there will always be some signs of the body.

The brain will issue the final rescue instructions to each organ. When it is discovered that some serious mistakes are irreversible and cannot continue to operate, it will use the last little energy and hormone reserves...

At this time, the pain will be reduced and the spirit will be better, commonly known as the return to the sun.

Zuo Ci's age is younger than on the surface, but now he is more than the age of knowing destiny.

Zuo Ci looked at the candle that was about to end on the desk and suddenly remembered the farce that changed his destiny at Yingchuan Academy forty years ago...

The white hair reflected in the bronze mirror was exactly the same as the dying old man in front of him.

In a trance, he felt the misalignment of time, and he smiled a little, and the boy in the bronze mirror seemed to be laughing...

"Sir, it's time to take medicine..." The attendant Aluo walked in with a pottery bowl.

Zuo Ci sighed, "I am not a fairy..."

The attendant Aluo was stunned for a moment, "The Immortal..."

Zuo Ci smiled, "If he is really a fairy leader, how could he be sick and die?"

The attendant Aluo was speechless and couldn't answer, but just stood stupidly with the medicine.

"The medicine is placed there..." Zuo Ci said, then pointed to the brazier beside him, "Help me take some of the brazier first."

"Okay, the Immortal Chief." The attendant Aluo was very obedient and put down the medicine as Zuo Ci ordered and went to pull the brazier.

"Be careful to get hot... wrap your hands with cloth..." Zuo Ci looked at the clumsy boy Aluo, and a smile appeared on her face.

In the early years, he liked smart disciples who could learn from others, but over the years, Zuo Ci began to like disciples like A Luo who was a little clumsy...

Stupid, but solid.

There are too many smart people in this world, and too few stupid people, which are too precious.

The attendant Aluo moved the brazier to Zuo Ci's side with a grunt.

Zuo Ci closed her eyes slightly and felt the warmth brought by the brazier.

It was already March, but Zuo Ci still felt cold, especially her legs and feet.

"Go and pry open the third blue brick under the eaves, there is something I want to give you inside." Zuo Ci took a break for a while, slowly raised his hand, pointed to a place outside the door and said.

"Is that this place, the immortal chief?" A Luo walked to the place where Zuo Ci was instructed and asked.

Zuo Ci nodded, "It's that side, count three down...just the piece you are standing, pry it open..."

When the boy Aluo heard this, he climbed down to pick the blue bricks.

Zuo Ci sighed and shook his head, "Don't stand on that brick... move a little to the side... find a tool, don't use your hands to pick it up, just use the fire tongs of the brazier..."

The attendant Aluo clumsily pried open the blue brick, then found a paint box under the blue brick, and then held it and handed it to Zuo Ci.

Zuo Ci smiled, took the lacquer box, opened it, took out the items wrapped in oil paper in the lacquer box, untied the hemp rope tied to the oil paper bag. Among the paper bag, the top was a thin roll of silk books.

There are many words written on the silk book, dense and complex as if it were the hearts of the people.

Zuo Ci looked at it, was silent for a little while, then picked up the silk book and threw it into the brazier.

"This is Taiping Qing Dynasty's letter..." Zuo Ci whispered to the attendant Aluo, "I'll give you a disaster..."

In the leaping fire, the silk book "The Book of Taiping Qingling" was quickly swallowed by the flames and curled into ashes, like the yellow turbans that fell on the head of Guangzong's city in the first year of Zhongping.

"Zhang Tianshi also burned this book like this..."

In the trance of the fire, Zuo Ci's eyes seemed to penetrate the ashes and saw the shed blood.

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In the first year of Jianning, the 18-year-old Zuo Ci curled up in the corner of the attic.

Zuo Ci was born in Lujiang and was smart and studious since childhood.

He heard that among Yingchuan Academy, there were books with the highest collection of books and great scholars who were tireless in teaching, so his young man hoped to come here as if he was worshiping gods.

He came, traveled thousands of miles away from warm home, and wanted to study here and obtain the true teachings of great scholars.

As a result, he was disappointed.

Zuo Ci is only from Lujiang, neither a big clan nor a good friend. The money he paid for studying in Yingchuan was almost exhausted from all his family’s property and even debts to study...

The smarter Zuo Ci was, the more his family felt that he could not treat the child badly, but the harder Zuo Ci tried to gain knowledge, the poorer their family became.

Coming to Yingchuan was Zuo Ci's last attempt, and it was also their family who tried their best to send him to the stone of Yingchuan Academy.

But after Zuo Ci came, he found that the great scholar was indeed a great scholar, but the true scriptures were not easily passed on.

The great Confucians knew the barriers of knowledge, but there was only one Confucius in the world, but the seventy-two disciples were no longer inherited. Setting thresholds for knowledge, distorting the cognitive chain of knowledge, and increasing the difficulty of enlightenment are all things done by these Confucian children, even if they knew that doing so was contrary to Confucius' morality.

Perhaps it was because he was young and worried, or perhaps because he did not take good care of his body for study, Zuo Ci was young and gray, but unexpectedly, this gray hair became the object of ridicule among the children of Yingchuan gentry. The young Zuo Ci didn't know that the reason why he became the object of ridicule was not just because his hair turned white.

Outside the window, the gentry children gathered together in groups of three or three, and sneered and floated into the window, "Look at the white-headed man, it must be the mouse who stole the lamp oil and became a sperm!"

The children of the gentry would never say that such a poor family would think of what true teachings and what true scriptures to read?

They just grabbed Zuo Ci's point that could not be changed and kept attacking.

When I put on a long gown, I really thought I could reach the top?

The teacher in the academy smiled, "Can't you interfere with other students..."

Zuo Ci clasped the "Zhoufeng Sutra" copied in his arms, and his snow-white hair fell on the yellowed bamboo slips, hiding in the dim attic like a mouse.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to go home, but that he has no way out.

If you fail to study, you will lose everything. If you fail to study, you will be ashamed of your parents and ancestors!

The moldy book became his entire world, until one day, when the spring thunder suddenly sounded, the academy suddenly became turbulent and messy, and countless voices shouted, and dazzling torches pierced the night.

The wooden door in the courtyard suddenly opened.

Zuo Ci looked at the refugees who broke in in horror. The skinny hands held wooden sticks, bamboos, feces forks, and their twisted faces were filled with anger and despair.

Those refugees were about to destroy the classics he had finally copied and were being dried.

"stop!"

In desperation, Zuo Ci showed his head out of the attic and shouted regardless of his safety.

The fire shone on his face, with a long hair and a childish face.

The refugees looked at each other, and then someone fell to the ground, "Don't calm down! Say your life!"

Zuo Ci looked at the kneeling refugees and touched the mask handed over by fate for the first time.

He put it on, became an "immortal" from "fairy child", and then never picked it off in his life...

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At the head of Guangzong's city in the first year of Zhongping, smoke wrapped in smoke and ashes of talisman paper hovered in the air.

Zuo Ci stepped into the city tower under the broken yellow turban flags all over the ground and saw Zhang Jiao burning the last few volumes of "Taiping Jing".

"You won." Zhang Jiao saw Zuo Ci and took out the silk book from his sleeve, "This "Taiping Qingling Book" is yours..."

Zuo Ci took it, smiled bitterly, shook her head, "I hope I lose..."

"The world is..." Zhang Jiao stood up and raised his head, "Yellow Heaven... I wanted to change this heaven, but I found that no matter how high the altar or how high the city wall, I couldn't touch it..."

Zuo Ci sighed, "So you hope the emperor can help you? Ha, he can't even protect himself, so how can he protect you?"

『…』 Zhang Jiao was silent for a long time, 『He is the emperor…』

Zuo Ci pointed to the distance, "So he has sent troops now... This is him who will help you and die! If you win, he will be the celestial master and sweep the right of these gentry tyrants without any effort! If you can't win, you can also use your power to consume these powerful people in these places! He is not a loss on both sides! But what about the dead? Who is it? You lower your head and see who it is?"

『…』 Zhang Jiao was still silent.

"You are the great wise mentors... They followed you all the way, as if you saw a ray of light in the darkness..." Zuo Ci kicked away the nine-section scepter stained with blood at his feet, "Hundreds of thousands of believers... Great wise mentors, you did have the power to change this day... But what did you do? You taught them to swallow talismans and cure diseases, but they didn't teach them to stop bleeding and bandage; they taught them to pray for rain, but they didn't teach them to open canals and store water!"

Zhang Jiao's face twitched a few times, then turned his head and did not look at Zuo Ci. The turbid pupils reflected the fire. "The people are as stupid as children, and only the oracles can gather people's hearts."

『So you think you can use the Thirty-six-party Queering Commander to replace those county officials? Use "The Heaven is Dead" to replace "Salt and Iron Theory"? "Zuo Ci kicked the brazier, and the ashes in the brazier suddenly flew up in the wind, as if there were dead souls roaring. 『The art of farming and sericulture deleted in the scriptures has a complete book in Yingchuan Book Pavilion! For the sake of the heavenly master's appearance, you pushed them to the underworld! Damn it is you! Great Masters!"

Smoke and dust rose from afar, and the refugees wearing yellow turbans ran towards Guangzong City in panic.

"You go quickly!"

Zhang Jiao suddenly burst into laughter, and then threw all the books around him into the fire. "Look at whether your Taoism spreads all over the world first, or my fire burns all the turbid world first!"

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To be continued...