Under One Person, Reviving the Trinity Sect

This is the first life of the Chaos Taoist body, and also the most special existence among the thirteen bodies. Even though he encountered numerous obstacles in his life, he had never awakened his supernatural powers. He became a mortal completely, a mortal who would bleed and cry, and would be hurt by swords and sabers, and the ways of the world.

The general died, his brothers who had fought side by side with him died, and he himself died.

This once meritorious frontier army turned into blood and flesh and melted into the soil in less than half a year.

An unknown amount of time after their deaths, wisps of faint scarlet marks broke out from the ground. With a light the size of a firefly, they slowly rose into the void, gathered into a faint reincarnation mark, and then disappeared into the world.

A new life begins. Jiang Mo, who walks the world as a chaotic Dharma body, has arrived in the 33rd year of the Qin Dynasty.

He has lost all his memories and only has life left, but he does not have the ability to communicate with the ordinary people living in this era.

He wandered as usual, enduring hunger, walking silently towards the vast and winding mountain road.

Without a fixed goal or anyone like him to communicate with, he just walked aimlessly.

On the road, when they are thirsty, they will subconsciously lie down by the river like a wild animal to look for water to drink. When they are hungry, they will rely on instinct to pick wild fruits and tree bark along the way to fill their stomachs. They will try to catch all the animals they can see and move, living a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood.

This year, he was 17 years old, with disheveled hair, his body covered with dust and dirt, yellow teeth, a strong smell of blood in his mouth, a thick beard, and he walked barefoot and unkempt, looking no different from a savage.

Go, go, go.
Not every hunting trip will yield the desired result, and not every consumption of wild fruits and weeds will be safe.

He had eaten bitter berries and vomited violently. He had been stung by poisonous insects and mountain bees and had been as anxious as a monkey scratching his ears and cheeks, running away in the jungle in fear.

Most nights, he huddled in the bushes or caves. Gradually, months of trekking made him thin and bony.

The wind, sun and rain made him look particularly haggard, and the skin on his face was extremely rough and even cracked and wrinkled.

She is only 17 years old, but she looks ten years older.

Go, go, go.
When he found that the road ahead was getting wider and wider, and the grass and vegetation were becoming sparser, it was as if he had discovered a surprising new world. He couldn't help but quicken his pace and look at the undulating clay buildings.

"what!!"

"There's a monster!!!"

Some county residents screamed in panic.

He was a woman wearing a gray linen dress. When she saw a guy who looked like a beggar and a savage staring at her, she felt fear instinctively. She even gave up the vegetables she was selling at the stall and hurried to the city guards for help.

"Uh uh. Huh?"

Looking at the woman's strange movements, the savage was confused and spoke unclearly.

Soon, a ten-man city guard team rushed over. They were holding sticks and various farm tools. They shouted at the savage and waved their weapons continuously to force it to leave.

"what!"

"what!"

The frightened savage, with a look of shock on his face, began to stagger backwards.

It was at this time that a brave citizen with good eyesight realized that the guy in front of him was a "human", just too sloppy.

Suddenly, a bold idea emerged from his mind, and then the city guard's eyes flashed with greed, and he shouted loudly:
"Don't be afraid, everyone. This is a refugee from outside the province. Come, follow me and take him to jail!"

Under his leadership, the city guards rushed forward and surrounded the savages.

Perhaps sensing danger, the savage breathed like a wild beast, looked ferocious, and waved his arms to prevent them from approaching.

With a "bang", someone hit him on the back of the head with a stick brutally, knocking him unconscious. Then he covered him with sackcloth, tied him up with ropes, and carried him to the government office to report to the authorities.

That night, Jiang Mo woke up in a daze and found himself in a solitary cell. But before he opened his eyes, he could hear intermittent voices echoing in the corridor.

He didn't understand what that meant, he just felt a severe pain in the back of his head, his whole body went limp, and his head was spinning.

"Sir, do you think I have done a good job in this matter?"

"These refugees from other places are not like the remnants of the six kingdoms. They should be people from the mountains and fields. Now the emperor has issued an order to build a long wall. Each county has a fixed quota. In addition to prisoners and soldiers, even farmers are no exception."

"I see that this wild man is about the same height as your child, and his height also meets the requirements. Why don't we let him be a scapegoat and go to the border to suffer for your child?"

"good."

"Well done, it just happened to help me solve my problem. The number of prisoners had been reported and fixed before, so it was not easy for me to intervene. But this great gift you sent can solve my urgent problem. Wonderful, wonderful!"

"It's decided. I'll send some gifts and arrange things later, and that'll be enough. I'll leave this matter to you."

"Oh! Yes, yes, don't worry."

A rather dignified voice and a flattering voice of agreement were heard outside the prison. It was obvious that this savage of unknown origin had become a scapegoat for them to use at will.

"Just change his clothes, give him a haircut and make him look good. Make sure he stays alive."

"and many more."

The official seemed to have thought of something, with a look of surprise on his face. He called the servant to his side and cautiously instructed:
"Don't let outsiders see that he is a wild man. If those unruly people get jealous and report him, it will be a headache. We should be careful."

"Yes, yes, leave it to me. Then we can say that your child had a serious illness when he was young and has become mute since then. Then there will be no evidence."

"Ah."

The old man with gray hair and holding an official position smiled with satisfaction, patted his subordinate on the shoulder, and turned away.

The next day.

Several jailers entered the cell, trimmed the savage's hair, changed his clothes, and fetched several buckets of cold water for him to wash himself.

Afterwards, he was imprisoned here and given two meals a day.

Jiang Mo, who was in a strange place, couldn't understand what these people were saying. He could only stay in the cell day after day, staring longingly at the world outside the corridor.

A few days later, a jailer came in with a bowl of coarse rice and a cup of water mixed with medicine powder.

"Gulu! Guru!"

Jiang Mo ate voraciously, his wild nature still evident. He wanted to eat with his hands, but he was suddenly startled, remembering the scene where he was beaten with sticks by the jailers.

They asked him to use two long thin sticks. Even though there was no jailer present to supervise him today, when he thought of the piercing pain in his flesh, Jiang Mo still grabbed the chopsticks stiffly, picked up the coarse rice with trembling hands, and put it into his mouth.

This sticky mass and its green, wrinkled leaves were much more delicious than the wild grasses and fruits he had eaten when he was wandering outside.

Time passed quickly. After Jiang Mo finished his meal, he picked up the water cup beside him and drank it. Then he returned to the corner and sat in a daze.

Less than an hour later, an intense burning sensation began to come from the throat.

"Ahhh. Ahhhh."

"Woo."

His throat felt like a razor blade was stuck in it, and it felt like his flesh and blood were being roasted by scalding magma charcoal. Jiang Mo rolled on the ground in pain, wailing and crying uncontrollably.

"what!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

He cried heart-wrenchingly, while the county magistrate and the servant hiding in the shadows outside the door smiled with satisfaction, as if they were witnessing the birth of a perfect and flawless masterpiece.

If you were born in this era and met us, even if you are a pariah, your life would be over.

"Let's go! Let's have a drink."

"Hahaha!! Sir, please——"

The two men walked away, and the screams behind them became more and more shrill. After an hour, they gradually became hoarse and silent.

From that day on, Jiang Mo's throat became completely hoarse. He could no longer utter a word. The hatred in his heart was infinitely magnified, and the beastly nature in his body was also aroused.

Whenever a jailer brought food, he would be stared at by those creepy eyes, just like being stared at by some large carnivore in the wild.

No matter he was scolded or beaten, this look in his eyes never changed.

Half a month later, on this day, the prison was opened and two jailers escorted Jiang Mo to the starting point for building the Great Wall in the north.

Soon, they arrived in front of the huge team, where thousands of people were tied hands and feet with ropes, and there were soldiers with swords guarding them, urging the civilians and criminals to walk quickly.

"I'm leaving our baby's affairs in your hands. Please bear with me."

An official pointed at a prisoner being held by two jailers, his smile evidently showing deep respect and flattery.

"Well, let's go, let's go."

The man, who seemed to have some status in the army, waved his hand impatiently.

"what!!!!!"

At this moment, a terrible sound was heard. The two men turned their heads suddenly and saw that the prisoner, like a mad dog, pounced on the servant who had knocked him unconscious and put him into prison.

He bit the boy's throat tightly with his teeth and bit it with all his strength, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

No one expected this scene, and soldiers immediately stepped forward to stop it and pulled Jiang Mo away like a mad dog. His mouth was full of blood, and he didn't look like a human at all, but like a hideous evil ghost.

"Gurgling."

Blood kept gushing out from the wound. The boy's eyes were dim and full of fear. He struggled with his hands and feet for a few times and suddenly stopped breathing.

died.

he died.

A large piece of flesh was bitten off from his throat, and with the level of medical technology of that era, it was impossible to save the patient.

The man in charge of supervising the army had a livid face. He looked at the panicked officials angrily and cursed in a cold voice:

"Are you looking for death? What kind of trouble are you looking for!"

"Asshole! Why don't you lift it down!"

Perhaps because he had received too much money from the officials and was afraid that the matter would be exposed, the man shouted at the criminals and civilians who were curiously looking back:
"If you look again, I'll dig out your eyes. Turn around and keep going!"

Then he looked at the beastly madman again and ordered the soldiers:

"Take him away, give him fifty strokes of the cane, and send him north to build the Great Wall. No mistakes can be made!"

"Yes!!!"

The soldiers took Jiang Mo away and executed him immediately.

By the time the punishment was over, he was barely alive and almost died on the spot, but the military supervisor ordered other laborers to push a wooden cart to carry away the unlucky thing.

When you die one day, just throw it away.

There was even a clear warning that if anyone pushing the cart delayed the journey by carrying this burden, they would be guilty of the same crime and beheaded!
Among them, someone had evil thoughts and wanted to smother the weak savage in the middle of the night, but was stopped by another civilian who cursed him:

"Are you crazy? This is a life."

"Brother, I."

Before he could finish his explanation, the man was slapped loudly on the right cheek, which was burning with pain.

"His life and death is his own business. If you secretly hurt him and take his life, I will no longer have you as my brother."

Civilian A glared at him. He was a simple-minded person and would never do such a heinous thing, nor did he want his brother to do it.

"I know I was wrong, big brother." Minfu B lowered his head and said ashamedly.

From that day on, the half-crippled Jiang Mo was pushed by the two brothers on a small wooden cart, bumping all the way north.

In particular, Civilian Jia would occasionally give Jiang Mo water and food.

In this way, a month passed in the torment of the warm sun and cold moon. All the serving workers were tanned, and Jiang Mo was no exception. His injuries recovered a lot, and he could walk as usual. He was grateful to his brothers Jia and Yi who took good care of him.

Whenever he received food, he would share some with his two brothers as he did in the past.

The elder brother always refused, looking at the young boy, he would just smile kindly and put his arm around his shoulders, no doubt acknowledging his return.

The younger brother never refused any food and every time he took it, he would swallow it in big gulps, as if he was afraid that Jiang Mo would change his mind at any time.

As time went by, he gradually developed a liking for the dumb little fool, and would often complain in his heart:
"This guy who was rescued still has some conscience."

A few months later, the journey was over and thousands of workers arrived at the border and began to build the wall together with hundreds of thousands of workers from other places.

Years of high-pressure labor had caused these already weak and hungry workers to become increasingly inefficient in construction. What they were waiting for was not rest and more food, but instead even harsher beatings from the supervisors.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!"

"Pfft!!"

Especially the middle-aged men in their fifties, who no longer have the strong bodies of their youth, are often the group that receives the most whips. In order to intimidate other civilians, criminals, soldiers, and military supervisors, they never show mercy. Every day, there are laborers being whipped to death, and there are also old people who die of exhaustion in front of the city walls.

Rain or shine, there is no rest.

Jiang Mo lived in a daze like this for three or four years. He overdrawn his physical strength, aged quickly, and his eyes completely lost their color.

He had seen too many migrant workers who resisted, all of whom were brutally suppressed and beheaded. A life was taken with just one strike of the knife.

He worked in a "team" with laborers A and B. After years of contact, he became familiar with their language and was able to understand what they meant.

The older brother is nearly 40 years old and the younger brother is 35. Even though they are in their prime, they cannot withstand the frequent work.

Finally, in the fifth year of the construction of the long wall, Laborer A fell ill, coughing continuously, his face was pale, and his lips were purple. His life was almost over.

This year, winter has not yet arrived and autumn has just begun.

This simple farmer wrote a letter home early and handed it to the military supervisory office for inspection, and then took it back to the counties. The content of the letter was nothing more than saying that winter was approaching and they could not stand the severe cold, and they hoped to receive more clothes.

Minfu Jia did not explain his physical condition in his letters home. Before he died, all he could do was to find ways to help his brother and the dumb fool get some clothes to get through the winter.

One night, a strange civilian from the neighboring village came secretly under the cover of darkness and told Civilian A a shocking news.

The earth they used to build their fortifications was all defective, and was basically just coated with a layer of paste. Some bureaucrats took advantage of the situation, causing them to starve and freeze, and even risk being beheaded.

After it is completed, it may collapse at any time. By then, none of these laborers will be spared and will all be executed.

The purpose of the visitor was very clear. He saw that the civilian A was about to die, so he simply gave him some small change and made the following request:

"You know your body is failing, and you won't survive this cold winter."

"Just think of it as a good deed, have mercy on everyone, and file a complaint with the commander on their behalf. Someone has provided information that the commander will appear at the construction site sometime next month to inspect the works, and then you will do this."

After a brief conversation, the informer left secretly, leaving behind the distraught civilian A.

He is about to die, so it is easy for him to tell on the authorities, but what about his younger brother and the mute beside him?
These two people are in the same group with him. If he exposes them, they will surely die. All the workers in the group will be implicated by him, and even their families who are thousands of miles away may be implicated.

"Ugh"

Civilian A was panting tiredly, feeling like he was almost suffocating. His hands were trembling slightly and bitter tears somehow fell from the corners of his eyes.

If he reports it, he will die, and all his teammates will die, and their families may go to jail.

If he doesn't report it, the wall will collapse in the future and more people will die. The current emperor is extremely cruel. He is expending national strength to build the Great Wall to resist the Huns. If he fails, the consequences will be disastrous.

When a common man gets angry, blood splatters three feet; when the emperor gets angry, millions of people die.
But Minfujia is just an ordinary man after all. He doesn't have the courage to report it, nor does he dare to do so. He can only cry silently in the silent night.

An unwilling voice echoed in his heart.

Are people like them born to suffer?
However, he had no choice. According to the leaked intelligence, their section of fortifications was the most vulnerable. He would die anyway.

"Brother, how about, how about we... run away." The younger brother Minfu Yi asked in a low voice, he was trembling with fear.

"Hmm. Hmm."

At this moment, the mute Jiang Mo pushed Minfu Jia, pointed at the cloth strip covered with words in his hand, and then pointed at himself, indicating that he could do this thing on his behalf.

After a few years of getting along, he was no fool and finally understood what had happened that year. He was nothing more than a scapegoat created by the county magistrate.

Of course, even if he didn't realize it, Minfu Jia did, and he told him directly in the second year of their acquaintance.

"No, you can't go. You are still young. After you finish your labor, you may have a chance to return alive."

Laborer A rejected Jiang Mo's proposal and his brother's suggestion to escape. The construction site was heavily guarded and there were soldiers on night patrol. If they took even a step out of the camp, they would surely die.

“Woohoo! Woohoo!!”

Jiang Mo, who had lost the ability to speak, had a determined look on his face. He snatched the cloth strip from the hands of the civilian A without saying a word.

The latter was so weak that he was caught off guard and couldn't defend himself at all, and was easily taken away by him.

"I'll die. In exchange for you"

"I want to fight back."

Jiang Mo made some gestures and drew on the ground, and the two brothers vaguely understood what he meant.

"But, but, if you expose it, what should we do?!"

The younger brother was a little frightened. He was selfish by nature and didn't want to die.

"I'll go. The other five." The mute man once again vaguely conveyed his meaning.

"No, give it back to me, I'll go."

Laborer A tried hard to get up and take back the cloth.

“Wuwu.!!”

Jiang Mo refused to give it to him and pointed at the change in his arms, indicating that he should give it to him together.

"Damn it, do you have any conscience? You want such little money?" complained Minfu B.

"Shut up. Pfft!!"

When Man A heard this, he was so angry that his heart ached and he spat out a mouthful of dirty black blood.

"Brother! Brother!"

"woo woo woo woo!!"

Jiang Mo and Civilian Laborer B hurriedly helped up the weak Civilian Laborer A. They both looked nervous. Fortunately, a night passed and everything was safe.

A few days later, Jiang Mo said goodbye to the two brothers. He took the small amount of money he had saved over the years and the money given by the informer, secretly found the military supervisor, gestured, and wrote two small seal characters crookedly on the ground.

"Change ranks."

The military supervisor immediately took out the household registration book and looked at it, then laughed and said sarcastically:
"Wow, he is indeed a mute from a wealthy family, and he can even write? That's amazing."

"Okay, I'll satisfy you."

There was a group of minor officials in the court, and even the sons of officials who were not considered officials, who were also forcibly arrested and brought to the border to build the Great Wall. They had some money in their pockets to bribe the officials, so they naturally suffered less hardship and did not even have to be whipped.

After learning that Jiang Mo had a father who was a county magistrate, the military supervisor looked at the pile of dusty change and the rough hands that were respectfully extended to him, and he waved his hand and agreed generously.

It wasn't that he had good intentions, but it just happened that the construction work was tense recently, and the unit that was supposed to be "taken care of" was gradually unable to bear the pressure. If they failed to complete the task, they would be flogged or beheaded.

Hey, this is a great opportunity to make some money.

All of a sudden, the military supervisor made up his mind to have his cake and eat it too.

"You go back first and wait for notification. I will find you."

Like shooing away a fly, the military inspector waved his hand to let Jiang Mo leave.

That night, in another troop, a kind-looking but slightly cruel and treacherous supervisor said to the group of workers with better conditions:

"I know you can't handle it, but now I have a dumb bastard who will do it for you if you spend a little money."

"I'll have him come over to help you share the labor."

"how?"

Everyone looked at each other and quickly agreed.

"it is good."

And just like that, the two sides reached a deal.

The next day, in the evening, Jiang Mo was led by the military supervisor to work in the new "Wu".

"From now on, you will be with them. It will be easier than before. Work hard and don't be lazy."

After a warning, the military supervisor left.

Jiang Mo settled down here and continued to work as usual. In fact, he would rather do more work to please the people here.

After more than ten days of getting along, these people couldn't help but sigh: What a good mule, it never gets tired and is willing to work hard without complaint. The good thing about being dumb is that it never complains even when it has troubles.

Faced with their ridicule, the man just scratched his head innocently, looking stupid.

However, this kind of tranquility finally came to an end one day.

At noon one day, the commander was inspecting the fortifications. When he was near the section of the wall where Jiang Mo was, he seized the opportunity and rushed towards the commander like a rabbit out of a cage, holding a cloth strip high in his hand. He used all his life's strength to run madly, avoiding the pursuit of many soldiers along the way.

"Oh?"

The commander seemed to notice the strip of cloth in the worker's hand, frowned, and ordered, "Catch it!"

Soon, Jiang Mo was tied up tightly to the ground, and the piece of cloth covered with small seal characters was also presented to the commander by the soldiers.

The moment it was opened, the commander's face suddenly changed when he saw the words, and a chill ran up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"How dare you! Where did you get this news, you lowly creature?" the commander was furious.

"woo woo woo woo."

Jiang Mo raised his head and tried to speak, but could only utter some incomplete syllables.

"Mute? Come, bring his squad and the military supervisor here."

The commander walked away with a frosty face, and immediately went to the address where the informant had been sent to check the construction materials.

After a while, the result came out, and he was so scared that his whole body turned cold. This was a matter that could cost him his life.

When he returned to the place where the criminals were detained, he saw a familiar body lying on the ground. It was the mute who informed on the crime.

"How did he die?!" the commander asked angrily.

"He bit his tongue and committed suicide," the soldier in charge of guarding said tremblingly with his head down.

"waste!"

The commander's eyes were blazing with anger, and he shouted sternly, "Bring up the military supervisor! And the bureaucrats who are responsible for reviewing the materials, bring them all up here!"

That night, the laborers, military supervisors, and a group of petty bureaucrats in the same group were all tortured. Most of them confessed the truth, and the accomplices behind the scenes were revealed.

But Jiang Mo's background caught the commander's attention. The more he looked at it, the more he felt there was a problem. He arrested the military supervisor who had escorted that group of people and interrogated him. Finally, he got to know a secret truth.

Not long after, in a county far inland, an official's entire family was exterminated simply because the matter of replacing corvée personnel was exposed.

Unfortunately, in the winter of the same year, Civilian A also died. He still could not survive that winter.

Whether it was him, the mute Jiang Mo, or the hundreds of thousands of other Great Wall laborers, they were all born into a miserable life, toiling day and night like animals, building the Great Wall with their blood and sweat.

The honor does not belong to them.

History books will not praise them.

The honor belongs to the emperor and will be attributed to the emperor's achievements. History books will praise him and write that these sacrifices were worthwhile.

After all, defending against the Huns was so lofty, so justified, and so irrefutable if his empire could continue.

But it does not write about the blood and tears of the ordinary people who built the Great Wall.

Those who were whipped, beheaded, tortured to death, or died of exhaustion here could not understand why they were born with this fate.

Some people endured silently and suffered all kinds of torture. Every inch of the wall was built with their blood and sweat.

But some people will hate the emperor and will not be willing to be under him for long, and many years later, they will shout out that sentence that will be remembered forever.

"Princes, generals and prime ministers would rather have the seed!"

This ushered in a magnificent era.

The old world has come to an end again! (End of this chapter)