Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 1 Taiping Road

"It's only been seven days since spring, and I've already been away from home for two years. I return after the wild geese have flown away, and my thoughts begin to bloom before the flowers."

In the Yongqiu Taiping Sect's Taoist temple, Zhou Yi was half-lying on a bamboo couch with his face covered by an ancient book. On the cover were written five big characters: "Laozi wants your notes."

Because of the scriptures covering his face, others naturally couldn't see that he was depressed.

Next to the bamboo couch was a kang table, about five feet long, with a Hunyuan scarf and two stacks of talisman paper in the middle. There was a little Taoist child on each end, one boy and one girl, about twelve or thirteen years old.

They held a piece of bamboo slips in their hands and looked at the talisman for warding off disasters painted with cinnabar on it.

The girl glanced at Zhou Yi and said in surprise:
"Master's talisman water is truly effective. Five days ago, my senior brother was a living dead, but now he's full of life."

"It must be because the master is very skilled in Taoism," the boy looked up with a mysterious expression.

"That night I was awakened by the sound of chains. I saw the flickering candlelight in my brother's room and two dark shadows reflected on the window paper. I thought they were the cattle and horses of the underworld coming to take people away.

Fortunately, Master took out the Five Mountains True Shape Mirror, communicated with Yin and Yang, and after a full hour of reflection, he was able to retrieve Senior Brother's soul, and he finally woke up."

"Ouch~! Ouch~!"

Erwa covered his head and cried out in pain, while Zhou Yi held "Laozi Xianger Zhu" and hit him left and right.

"You don't study hard, and you're trying to communicate with yin and yang. How can a master have such a job?"

Yan Qiu covered his forehead and complained, "There are many mediums in the martial arts world who are proficient in witchcraft, such as Tongtian Shenlao from the Bashu Heyi School. She can communicate between yin and yang. Xia Shu, don't you think so?"

"Yes." The little girl shrank her neck, "But Tongtian Shenlao is a senior master of the Heyi Sect. It is too disrespectful to call her a medium.

"Besides, Senior Brother was poisoned, so the talisman water naturally cured the poison."

"..."

Seeing these two innocent guys, Zhou Yi's depressed expression eased a little and he smiled softly.

They argued for a while, and when they saw that their senior brother ignored them, they came over again.

Xia Shu held his chubby face in her hands, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "Since recovering from a serious illness, Senior Brother has changed a lot. Lately, he's been feeling melancholy and poetic."

"Yes, yes," Yan Qiu imitated Zhou Yi, shaking his head and chanting, "There are no traces of footsteps in the house, the grass in the yard is lush and green. Moss clings to the bare walls, spider webs surround the whole house."

"I went to ask my master, and what he meant was that we should clean the dojo and remove the cobwebs and moss.

My master said I was foolish, and I replied with something like, 'I am filled with emotion and sorrow, and my heart is filled with sadness.'"

Yan Qiu was relatively simple and didn't understand what he meant.

"He must be worried," Xia Shu was more clever and asked, "Was that what Senior Brother just read a new work?"

"No."

Zhou Yi shook his head. After traveling through time, he felt that his brain became clearer, but it still ached.

He rubbed his forehead and said, "That was written by Xue Daoheng from Hedong. I listen to it occasionally."

The two kids muttered the name, frowning as they thought about it.

It feels like I've heard it somewhere before, but I can't remember exactly. This feeling is the most annoying.

Just as he was about to leave, an old voice suddenly came to the courtyard.

"It's a pity for Xue Daoheng. He failed to see through Yang Guang's vainglory and stubbornness, and his 'Ode to Emperor Gaozu Wen' displeased him. Even with his talent, he couldn't escape this fate."

An old Taoist in a gray-white Taoist robe walked slowly out from the corner of the moon cave.

He had a thin face, slightly protruding cheekbones, and his eyebrows had long turned gray. His long eyebrows hung down to the corners of his eyes. He stroked his beard as he walked, looking like a Taoist master.

This old Taoist priest is none other than the leader of the Taiping Dao Sect, whose Taoist name is Jiao Wuzi.

"Master."

Zhou Yi, Xia Shu, and Yan Qiu, three true disciples of the Taiping Sect, each greeted them respectfully.

The two little Taoist boys immediately straightened their hats and robes, stood by with their hands hanging down, and put away their previous liveliness.

The kind and gentle Kakugoko was extremely majestic to them.

"Guard the altar and serve the pilgrims."

"Yes." Xia Shu and Yan Qiu agreed immediately.

After they left, the old Taoist led Zhou Yi into a quiet room, held his wrist and carefully felt his pulse.

After a while, the closed eyes opened.

"The pulse is calm and there is nothing serious."

Jiao Wuzi breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer put on airs, and his immortal look faded away, looking like an ordinary old man.

It's not surprising at all that Zhou Yi knows his master's background.

The Taiping Taoist Temple is located in the western suburbs of Yongqiu, standing on a solitary mountain. Including the altar and drum tower, it covers no more than seven or eight acres.

In addition to Jiao Wuzi and the three true disciples, there are also some students who have not yet been included and are only considered believers. They have received the Taiping talismans bestowed by Jiao Wuzi and are one step away from becoming a disciple. The rest are just helpers and odd jobs.

Jiao Wuzi used talismans to cure diseases, spread the good teachings, and brought peace.

He gained some fame among the people, and later on, word of mouth spread, and people followed suit, and gradually he became known as a master in Yongqiu. With such a reputation, the scoundrels did not dare to attack him, and he tasted the sweetness of it.

Although some people from the underworld came here because of its reputation, they could just fool people and get away with it.

After a while, it became what it is today.

but
Zhou Yi looked at Jiao Wuzi and expressed his concerns, "Master, the world is in turmoil right now. There is no peaceful world anymore. You must know that during the reign of Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, the Great Sage Master founded the Taiping Sect and established the Thirty-Six Sects to fight for justice throughout the world.

As history has shown, now that the imperial court has mobilized troops to suppress the rebels, if we continue to use the name of "Taiping Dao", I am afraid that...
I'm afraid Zhang Xutuo will attack us from Changbai Mountain to the foot of Fuzi Mountain."

He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the altar.

The master and the disciple looked up and saw thick smoke billowing above the altar of the Taiping Taoist Temple, and the incense was extremely strong.

The more chaotic the world is, the more popular the Taiping Dao becomes.

Jiao Wuzi's face suddenly darkened, and he couldn't help but curse, "Yang Guang, this tyrant!"

"Even if he had lived in the Purple Palace, not caring about state affairs, just eating and waiting for death, the world would not have been in such chaos."

Zhou Yi blinked his eyes and said, "Guangshen wants to micro-manage. What can you do?"

"Time is also destiny."

Hearing his soft sigh, Zhou Yi felt relieved.

It seems that the master has listened to the advice. The name "Taiping Dao" cannot be carried any longer.

However.
The old Taoist priest's eyes suddenly gleamed, he stroked his beard and said loudly:
"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, and the age of Jiazi will be good for the world."

The sixteen words he uttered were so deafening that if one was not an insider and it happened to be a time of chaos, one would probably not be able to determine his true identity.

Zhou Yi was shocked. Does this master want to dance too?
"You want to emulate Chishiro?"

"Not for the master, but for you."

"I?"

Zhou Yi pointed at himself and immediately shook his head like a rattle. "Don't joke. I'm not even twenty yet. I still want to live a few more years."

Five days ago, as an art student who couldn't find a way out, I received the news that I failed the civil service exam. I was so sad that I drank some wine.

After waking up, I was confused.

What is this for me?
After a little inquiry, I realized that this was Master Huang's troubled Tang Dynasty.

There are a lot of masters and talented people in the world.

If we launch an uprising under the banner of Taiping Dao, wouldn't we be fighting for both the orthodox doctrine and the world?

What are you fighting for?

The only way to get through this is with the sixteen-word trick of "The Heaven is Dead".

Kaku Wuzi had anticipated his reaction. "You were poisoned deep within your lungs, and you were certain to die. To think you were reborn from the dead is truly a miracle."

Besides, you are a disciple of my Taiping Sect. Isn't it fate that you will face troubled times?"

Zhou Yi listened to his master's nonsense and refused to believe it.

Seeing that he could no longer fool people, the old Taoist priest suddenly smiled and said, "I did not establish the Taiping Taoist Temple to imitate the Great Sage Master. I have inherited the Taoist tradition."

Zhou Yi said "oh" and became interested.

Jiao Wuzi said: "Our sect cures illnesses and saves lives by masking the use of talismans and water. The medicines patients drink are all derived from the Taiping Pill Recipe. I, your teacher, obtained this recipe and studied it diligently, acquiring medical skills. I am grateful for your kindness in teaching me, and this is why I established this sect.

In addition to the Taiping Dan recipe, there is another volume of records that explains the profound mysteries of martial arts."

"This method inherits the Daodejing (Tao Te Ching) by Laozi, the founder of Taoism, and integrates the great Daoist teachings of the Han Dynasty. It has its roots in Huang-Lao, and its teachings are passed down from heaven to man. No ordinary martial arts can even begin to compare to it."

After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he stroked his beard calmly and watched his disciple's reaction.

Hearing this, Zhou Yi couldn't help but hold his breath.

'So, Master's Taiping Dao is not a scam, but a successor to the Southern Dao after the Yellow Turbans were defeated. So this martial art is about to be revealed, isn't it?
Huang Tian Dafa!!
This is not inferior to the Four Great Books!

Kakugoko asked with a smile, "Do you want to learn?"

Zhou Yi's thoughts raced, and his attitude changed drastically.

Following the master's wishes, he chanted with a generous air: "In front of Changbai Mountain, Zhishilang, wearing pure red silk back crotch."

"Since Master has such a wonderful method, what is there to be afraid of? Zhi Shilang established the Changbai Mountain Holy Land, so let's build a Fuzi Mountain Holy Land.

A foolish and unkind ruler will bring peace to troubled times.

Master, we are rebelling! We are rebelling!"

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Little seedling, please water it, please collect it~('-'*ゞ

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