The immortal is beside me

Chapter 80 Heaven is dead, Huang Tian is here to stand

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian must stand!"

"If you are at the age of sixty, the world will be blessed!"

The bursts of shouting attracted the attention of people on the road.

This sentence left a deep impression on him. On the night of a month ago, he had witnessed with his own eyes the monks flying in the sky, and they were shouting these words.

He looked forward intently, but found that the source of the sound this time was not the monks in the sky, but the hungry people on the earth.

A group of hungry people, armed with crude weapons, swept forward like an oncoming wave of yellow sand. Looking closely, each of them had a yellow scarf tied around their arm.

He had heard of these people. They were the army that gathered under the feet of the great and virtuous master Zhang Jue and were named after the Yellow Turbans.

The team marched along the road in a mighty procession, like a roaring beast. As the beast passed in front of the two men, Old Zhou couldn't help but step forward to ask.

"Excuse me, where are you all going?"

"Go to Jibei and join the Yellow Turbans," said the leader. "If the imperial court won't let us live, we'll overthrow the Han Dynasty!"

Hearing the words "overthrow the Han Dynasty," Old Zhou was silent for a moment. He naturally knew what Jibei was, and he knew at a glance what these remnants of the Yellow Turban army were going to do.

"Are you planning to go and seek refuge with Zhang Jue?" he asked. "That man might be dying soon, so it would be inappropriate to go now."

"Is he about to die?" The Yellow Turban leader looked at him and suddenly smiled calmly, "You don't know yet? The Great Sage Master is already dead!"

Old Zhou was stunned. "Zhang Jiao is already dead? And you still want to go to Jibei?"

"If not Jibei, where else can we go?" the Yellow Turban leader said. "Those damned imperial officials won't let us live. Staying here will only make us die of disease and starvation. We're going to die anyway, so why not go to the battlefield and kill a few official dogs? Even if we die by the sword, it's better than starving to death."

"The Great and Good Master is dead, but we still have tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans! With the strength of tens of thousands of people, can we not overthrow the Han Dynasty?"

"." Old Zhou remained silent, and Qing also knew where his silence came from.

Behind the great Han was the Cang Tian Sect, the world's greatest sect. In front of those mighty men who dominated the Central Plains, this mighty uprising army was no different from ants.

In fact, there was no need for the monks behind to take action. The officers, soldiers and cavalry controlled by the Han court alone were far beyond the ability of these starving people who were powerless to resist.

They are destined to die, but who can stop them?
".Yeah, well said."

After a while, Old Zhou raised his head and forced a smile at the man: "Since you have such ambitions, even though I am powerless, I can still offer some assistance."

He pulled out the old spirit sword from his back and continued, "To be honest, I'm a mountain sorcerer who knows a little bit of magic. This sword is engraved with a spell. Just touch it and you'll be blessed with good fortune, making you unstoppable."

This has become his usual rhetoric along the way.

"Is there such a thing?"

Most of the people in the countryside believed in God, and a group of Yellow Turbans rushed over, stretched out their muddy hands, and stroked the sword one by one.

During the whole process, Old Zhou kept staring closely until the last hand left. The sword showed no reaction and his eyes dimmed.

"That's it." Old Zhou put away the sword. "Everyone, on this journey, you must forge ahead courageously and achieve victory."

"We will definitely overthrow the Han Dynasty." The giant beast formed by the Yellow Turbans retreated into the distance. An old man and a young man stood by the roadside, watching the stirred yellow sand dissipate at the end of the road. After a while, Qingxian spoke.

"Will the sects you mentioned take care of these people?" Qing asked.

"No." Old Zhou shook his head. "Whether it's the Blue Sky or the Yellow Sky, they don't care about these mundane matters. Zhang Jue or the Yellow Turbans are just pawns. As long as the cultivators are still here, whether these people live or die is of no consequence to them."

Qing stopped talking and just stared at the smoke and dust on the horizon from afar.

If he didn't have the so-called "spiritual root" and if he hadn't accidentally stepped into the immortal path, he might have been a member of the Yellow Turbans. He would have taken up arms for a bite of dry food, participated in a war that was doomed to fail, and finally died silently in a corner and been eaten by others.

And none of this would fall into the eyes of the monks. They were too far away to see.

"Didn't you say that the sect you belong to is also subordinate to the Cangtian Sect?" After a moment, Qing spoke again and asked Old Zhou, "Why didn't you participate in the struggle between the sects?"

"..." Old Zhou was silent for a moment. "The so-called fighting among cultivators is nothing more than a game between powerful beings. For an ant like me, participating in it is useless."

"And I don't know whether I should continue to stand on the side of the Cang Tian Sect."

He looked up at the sky, as if he was looking into a pair of non-existent eyes in the sky.

"I heard that the Cang Tian Sect three hundred years ago was truly a benevolent sect that cared about all living beings, always secretly adjusting the wind and rain to protect the people. The incense they received was all born out of the people's gratitude."

"But since I joined the sect, I have only seen the Cangtian Sect Master ordering the monks to search for natural treasures and build spirit-gathering formations to help them improve themselves in order to resist the heavenly calamity. However, he has turned a blind eye to the natural and man-made disasters that have occurred throughout the Han territory."

"To increase the number of incense offerings, Heaven allowed the imperial court's relatives to interfere in government affairs and local tyrants to annex land, forcing the Han Dynasty and its people into this state."

He was silent for a moment, then looked away, gazing at the cracked earth before him, where bones lay scattered about. He suddenly asked Qing, "In your opinion, how can we change the way things are?"

"It's those tyrants who have taken away people's land that have left them without food," Qing said. "If that's the case, just kill them all."

Old Zhou was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that this teenager could say such words.

"Those powerful people are backed by the Cang Tian Sect and the cultivators. Simply killing them won't solve any problems."

Qing said without hesitation: "Then go and kill the monks from the sect behind them."

The corners of Old Zhou's mouth trembled slightly: "If we kill all those people, will the world be better?"

"I don't know whether this world will be better," Qing said, "but if I don't kill them, they will eat people."

The world is in ruins, people are eating each other, if you don't eat others, you will be eaten.

This is the only law of the world that he has seen since he was born.

"If you don't kill, you will be eaten."

Old Zhou didn't answer, only repeating his words in a low voice. For a moment, he seemed to have lost all his vitality, as if something had been pulled out of his body.

"Yes," he murmured, "perhaps the heavens...perhaps the Han Dynasty is truly doomed."

(End of this chapter)