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Chapter 523 Three People Unite as Idea King

As night fell, a fire was lit under the eaves of the Wang family's old house. Several burly men sat together on a bed, eating and drinking, chatting about everything under the sun.

"That's it."

"Brother Wang Jin, now that you've settled this matter, you're going back to Dali, aren't you?" Lu Zhishen said, looking at the Milky Way in the sky.

"Brother Wang Jin, who is this extraordinary hero who taught you such extraordinary skills?" Lu Zhishen asked curiously.

"Oh, my older brother..."

"Hey, I first met him in this old city of Bianjing, just like any other ordinary person."

"He was working as a porter, leading a donkey, when one day he suddenly started carving stones," Wang Jin recounted.

“Oh? I’ve heard a strange story. Many years ago, a master craftsman carved a lifelike statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva outside Bianjing City. On the day it was completed, the statue actually came to life,” Shi Jin said.

“The master craftsman who sculpted the Bodhisattva statue is my sworn brother,” Wang Jin replied. “But he wasn’t that amazing; I was there to watch.”

"When it was completed, Guanyin Bodhisattva sent the mountain guardian deity under her command to move the stone statue away."

"Are there really immortals in this world?" Yang Zhi asked, puzzled.

"There are gods watching over us; we should have reverence for heaven and earth and all things," Wang Jin said.

"Brother Wang Jin, is your sworn brother also a deity?" Lu Zhishen asked.

"Hard to say."

"My elder brother said that with my skills, I could become a god through martial arts."

“I think my elder brother has become a Martial God,” Wang Jin said.

“That is the way to become a god!” Lu Zhishen said.

"Therefore, I dare not easily teach the skills that my elder brother passed on to me to others."

"Look at myself, with this divine martial arts skill, I have stirred up so many storms along the way, and tonight the emperor is so frightened that he cannot sleep peacefully."

“If those with impure intentions were to learn this, the whole world would be thrown into turmoil.” Wang Jin’s eyes were deep.

“Brother Wang Jin, why don’t we look north?” Yang Zhi said, standing up.

"I may not have my elder brother's skills, but I am determined to fight for our ancestors' honor."

"You possess martial prowess that surpasses ten thousand men; the Liao cavalry is nothing more than clay chickens and earthen dogs to you."

"One man can destroy a nation; it all depends on whether you're willing." Yang Zhi, the Blue-Faced Beast, spoke with a bluish face that glowed crimson in the firelight, words befitting his status as a descendant of three generations of generals.

“Hmm…” Wang Jin also got up and walked to the fire.

The flickering flames mirrored his beating heart, and Yang Zhi's words deeply moved him.

"A true man acts based on right and wrong, not on personal gain or loss; on what is right and wrong, not on success or failure; on what is for all ages, not on one's own life." Shi Jin also stood up and spoke with great passion.

Wang Jin looked at Shi Jin and was somewhat impressed by his words.

"Well said!!"

Lu Zhishen clapped his hands and stood up; the four of them were filled with emotion in front of the campfire.

"The Song emperor is unwise, the Liao emperor is immoral, and the Western Xia king is unfilial. All living beings are suffering. I, the monk, suddenly understand what I must do!"

"To save all living beings is my wish," Lu Zhishen said, and a star in the sky seemed to shine.

"Brothers, please don't get carried away."

"There are only four of us, but governing the world requires thousands upon thousands of people."

"Without the imperial court, it would be like the Ten Kingdoms and Five Dynasties of hundreds of years ago, where hundreds of millions of ordinary people would suffer." Wang Jin remained rational.

“We just need to find like-minded people! There’s no shortage of comrades in the world!” Lu Zhishen said.

“Back then, Emperor Gaozu of Han was just a village head in Pei County, yet the talent of that one county was enough to create the magnificent Han Dynasty,” Yang Zhi said.

"Okay!"

"How magnificent! Tonight, the four of us will swear a blood oath to fight for a glorious future for all people and the world!"

Wang Jin raised his fist high.

Shi Jin, Lu Zhishen, and Yang Zhi also raised their fists.

The four men clasped their fists together and made a bold vow to the brilliant starry sky.

Four people, their blood dripping, shared a bowl of blood-wine. ...

……

In Tangyin County, Xiangzhou, disaster relief efforts are underway along the roadside.

He wouldn't be the kind of person to stand by and watch someone die.

As long as a person has a breath left, the roadside will pull them back from the brink of death.

After the flood receded, Tangyin County was in a terrible state.

Temporary shelters were built along the roadside to provide refuge for the survivors, and those who were able to work were taught how to care for the wounded and sick, and how to salvage usable items from the mud...

The peacock was completely puzzled by the behavior of the roadside.

He could unleash his power and eliminate all problems in an instant.

The roadside explained to the peacock that doing this might seem beneficial in the short term, but it would be a mistake in the long run.

He displayed divine power to save people; will he go to save others when disaster strikes elsewhere next time?
Whenever a place suffers a natural disaster, wouldn't the people all be waiting for a god to come and save them?

If the gods don't save us, will the people resent the gods?
His thought was: There has never been a savior in the world, nor should we rely on gods or emperors.

Along the roadside, they led the surviving residents to demolish dilapidated houses and clean up their homes.

They were taught to drink hot water, dispose of corpses, and prevent plague.

Seven days passed before officials and clerks finally arrived in the disaster area to investigate the flood situation.

"Note: Although Yonghe Township in Xiaoti Village, Tangyin County, was affected by floods, it is not a major problem."

"With porridge to drink, hot water to drink, and a shelter to live in, what else could it be but good health?"

The clerk silently made a note of it, but then saw a dozen or so villagers with muddy legs walking towards them from the roadside.

"Why did you only arrive today?!" said the man wearing an official hat who was standing at the front of the crowd by the roadside.

"After the flood, both land and water routes are impassable, so how can we get across?" the official said, making excuses.

"Who are you? State your name immediately."

“I see that you have done a good job in leading the people to relieve the disaster. I will report back to the prefecture and make sure that your hard work is not in vain.”

"I'm just passing by," someone by the roadside said.

"Huh? Just passing by?"

"Ah."

"Oh my, what a fine man!"

The man wearing the official hat carefully examined the roadside.

Standing nine feet tall with an extraordinary bearing, his face was sharply defined and exuded righteousness; I had only ever seen a similar character in books.

"hero……"

"No, a hero!!"

"I have been negligent in the past. If you know of any difficulties here, please let me know and I will set off to resolve them immediately."

"They lack clothing, food, and medicine, and need at least six months' worth of food to sustain them."

"More than a hundred people died in this flood, and they need a proper place to be buried."

"Where floods pass, we must be vigilant against plagues."

The villagers along the roadside burned and buried the dead poultry and livestock, but the same practice could not be applied to the dead people.

In the simple beliefs of the people of the Song Dynasty, people should not be cremated after death, but buried in the ground, emphasizing the idea that one should be laid to rest in peace.

The villagers set up a mourning hall in the shady part of the mountain and entrusted peacocks to stay by the roadside to prevent the corpse from turning into a spirit.

The flood came too suddenly, and many of the dead drowned while holding their breath, their eyes wide open in death. It is quite normal for their bodies to turn into zombies.

"Have you written it all down?"

"I've got it, I've got it."

(End of this chapter)