The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 66: All People in the World Are Cattle and Horses (Please Subscribe!)

The furnishings in the room were very simple. The tables and stools were all made of rough wood, and the bed curtains and furniture were rough and simple, just like those in an ordinary family. A rusty iron gun and a broken plowshare were hung on the wall, and an old spinning wheel was placed in the corner of the room.

Yang Kang didn't understand why his mother gave up the comfortable palace and lived here alone. He finally understood everything after learning the truth that day. "Mom, you have been staying at home these days. Tomorrow, your son will take you to the Taoist temple to pray for blessings. What do you think?"

Bao Xiruo looked back at Yang Kang. His image overlapped with Yang Tiexin's again. She burst into tears, "Kang'er, your father..."

Yang Kang thought she was talking about Wanyan Honglie, so he stepped forward, held her hand, and comforted her softly, "Mom, don't worry, Dad also agreed."

Bao Xiruo shook her head with tears in her eyes. The sorrow between her brows seemed to never fade away. "Mother is not talking about him. She is talking about your biological father."

Yang Kang's face froze, as if he was choking, and he forced a smile, "He should be fine. We haven't found him since he escaped from the mansion."

Ever since the incident, Wanyan Honglie restricted her freedom and wouldn't let her go out. Yang Kang was bent on killing his biological father, so it was impossible for him to tip her off. Now that she had received news from Yang Tiexin, she felt much more relieved.

She closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and kept chanting, "Thank you, Bodhisattva, for blessing Tiege to be safe and sound, safe and sound."

Yang Kang knew that his mother had been thinking about him, but seeing her like this, he still felt sad. "Mom, come with me tomorrow, and I will pray for him."

It seemed that these words touched her. Bao Xiruo opened her eyes with disbelief and surprise in her eyes, "Kang'er, you..."

Yang Kang suppressed his impatience and pretended to be ashamed. "Mom, I have thought about this for a long time these days. After all, he is my biological father and gave birth to me. I really shouldn't have treated him like that, but I can't accept him now. Please don't force me, okay?"

Hearing her son's attitude soften, Bao Xiruo believed it to be true, thinking that he had really changed. "Kang'er, I'm relieved that you can think this way. Tomorrow, we will go to the Taoist temple together to pray for him."

Yang Kang nodded, took out a little rabbit from his arms, and woke it up when he took it out. The white little rabbit squeaked twice when it was held by the neck.

Bao Xiruo was distracted and did not continue the topic. She looked at the little rabbit with pity in her eyes, "The little rabbit's voice sounds wrong, what's wrong with it?"

Yang Kang handed the little rabbit to Bao Xiruo and explained, "This rabbit was raised by a servant in the mansion. It was accidentally injured and nearly eaten. Luckily, I picked it up. Mother, you are the kindest. Please give it some treatment."

Oddly enough, the rabbit stopped crying as soon as it was in Bao Xiruo's hands. It was held in her arms, with its little paws resting on her chest, quiet and peaceful. Bao Xiruo checked it carefully and found that the rabbit's hind legs were lame and it could not walk.

Seeing that the little rabbit was not making any noise, Bao Xiruo sighed, "How pitiful!" Then she quickly took out the white cloth for medicine and treated the rabbit's wounds.

Looking at Bao Xi Ruo's serious expression, Yang Kang sighed softly in his heart. His mother was innocent and kind, and could only live a stable life in the palace. He did this occasionally to satisfy her sympathy and stop her from having wild thoughts.

After so many years, she had no suspicion at all, let alone noticed anything wrong. If she went outside, wouldn't it be dangerous? All along, Yang Kang regarded this as a means to please his mother, but now he found that his mother was not suitable for living outside.

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In the hot summer, the sun was scorching the earth and the leaves on both sides of the road were curled up.

On the ridges of the fields, farmers in thin clothes were working under the scorching sun. Farmers rarely had an idle month, so May was a busy month. However, the scene that should have been thriving was somewhat desolate.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard on the mud. Guo Jing, wearing a bamboo hat, kept looking around. The sun had just come out. If another hour passed, it would be too late to travel. He had to hurry up.

Having drunk all the water he had brought with him, Guo Jing drove his horse to the ridge of the field and asked the farmers for some water.

During the conversation, he found that the people in the fields were lifeless, their faces were sallow, and their eyes were numb and tired. Guo Jing was very familiar with this look, as this was the look on the most exploited slaves in the tribe.

After drinking the water, he quietly left a few copper coins and continued on his way.

On the way from Zhangjiakou to here, he had seen too many similar scenes. These people were not self-employed farmers, but tenants of wealthy families. They had to pay very high rents for renting land for farming. Throughout the year, they could not eat even a single grain of the crops they grew. Only by exchanging new crops for more old crops could they fill their stomachs.

At first, he wanted to help them and give them money, but later, he found that there were too many people like this. He could help one or two people, but not all of them.

At this time, Guo Jing understood a truth: all people in the world are like cattle and horses. This is true on the grasslands and in the Central Plains. It has been like this in the past and will be even more so in the future. It has not changed for thousands of years.

However, these people are obviously very hard-working and diligent, so why do they have to pay such heavy taxes and rents? Most of these taxes never reach the government.

Along the way, he did not see the world of martial arts, but he saw the sufferings of the world. However, the more he saw, the more confused he became, and gradually he began to have the idea of ​​changing all this.

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Zhongdu, Qingxu Temple of Quanzhen Sect.

As the largest Taoist sect in the north, Quanzhen Sect has branches in Zhongdu. Not only in Zhongdu, but also in other major cities in the north, Quanzhen Sect has sent more or less people to settle there. It is these branches that support the huge Quanzhen Sect.

The Taoist temple is located in the downtown area with green bricks, blue tiles and flying eaves. However, it is very quiet inside, as if the high walls of the temple block out the sounds from outside, making it seem like another world.

Early in the morning, two Taoist boys with Taoist buns opened the door, and pilgrims flocked into the Taoist temple to worship the gods.

There is a statue of Taoism ancestor enshrined in the hall. The aroma is wafting in the air, and the vague face of Taoism ancestor is reflected in the hall, which gives it a rather mysterious feeling. The pilgrims are queuing up in an orderly manner to burn incense.

In addition, there are people asking for divination sticks, fortune-telling, etc. As soon as the door opens, pilgrims can be seen everywhere. This shows the influence of Quanzhen Sect and the number of pilgrims and believers is extraordinary.

There are quite a few Taoists in Qingxu Temple. Except for the young Taoist children, the other Taoists are all skilled in martial arts. They walk, sit or lie down with long breaths and have a solid foundation. If you ask what the best martial arts of Quanzhen Sect is.

Some people may think it is Xiantian Gong, or Quanzhen swordsmanship, etc., but Su Ming believes that the best martial arts of Quanzhen Sect is Quanzhen Da Dao Ge. This skill is fully reflected in Guo Jing, and he watched Guo Jing practice it successfully with his own eyes.

The universality of the Quanzhen Dao Song is too strong. It has captured the essence of Taoist Qi-refining and health-preserving. The threshold for Xiantian Gong is too high. The Quanzhen Dao Song is the cornerstone of the Quanzhen Sect.

(End of this chapter)