The video takes us to ancient times; Li Er transforms into the Tongtian Emperor of Shu Han.

In the scene depicted on the sky.

Day after day, the scene of Zhang Jiao and his brothers saving people with talismanic water is repeated.

Until that day, when not a single grain of rice could be found in the Taoist temple, and Zhang Jiao's outing also yielded nothing.

Outside the Taoist temple, the three Zhang brothers sat listlessly in front of the door, not even daring to look up at the faces of their fellow villagers.

They couldn't imagine how disappointed these people must be looking at them!

"I'm sorry, the temple is out of rice and talisman water."

With his head bowed, Zhang Jiao uttered these words with a sense of helplessness.

Upon hearing this, the people in line stepped forward one after another.

"Great Teacher, why are you apologizing?"

"Yes, if it weren't for you, we would have been wandering ghosts long ago. You have allowed us to live for so long. If even you have to apologize, then there are no good people in this world."

“People often donate rice and flour to our Taoist temple. If it weren’t for us, you, Great Master, would be very wealthy. You have fallen into such a state because of us, how dare we complain!”

"I dug up some wild vegetables today, and I've been drinking rice porridge for so many days for nothing. I feel a bit embarrassed. If you don't mind, please accept them."

"I caught a rabbit and came here especially to offer it as a tribute to my esteemed teacher!"

"Although we are illiterate and do not have the same level of knowledge as the officials, we know that your kindness to us is greater than the sky!"

Zhang Jiao looked up and saw simple, honest smiles on everyone's faces.

They were not angry that there was no rice porridge to eat today; instead, they took out whatever they could find to fill their stomachs.

The table, which used to be filled with rice soup, was now covered with wild vegetables and other food that they had taken out.

This is all they can offer.

Large tears rolled down Zhang Jiao's cheeks.

"I dare not accept this; I would be ashamed before you all."

"Tomorrow I will go to the county magistrate again to see if I can beg for some disaster relief grain!"

He tidied up the things on the table, had Zhang Bao cook them, and then distributed them to the people, but he himself refused to eat any.

Seeing this, Old Zhu finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Damn it!"

"If we had met such a kind-hearted Taoist priest back then, and he wanted to rebel, we would definitely have grabbed our weapons and fought him without hesitation!"

"The imperial court didn't give the people a way to survive, but now that it has, do the people still have a choice?!"

He is probably the one who understands these ordinary people the most!

Because he used to be exactly like these ordinary people!

If someone had been like Zhang Jiao and given him food back then, he would have remembered it for a lifetime!

"If he isn't deliberately trying to win people's hearts, then he is a true saint!"

As Li Er finished speaking, the scene shifted to nighttime.

The three brothers are still living in the dilapidated Taoist temple.

Zhang Bao handed over a small bowl of the remaining wild vegetable soup.

"Brother, are you really going to the county government? Don't you know what kind of person that magistrate is? If he's willing to do disaster relief, pigs will fly!"

Zhang Jiao pushed the bowl away.

"I have no appetite, you eat. Whether it's possible or not, I want to give it a try."

"You know perfectly well that this is impossible!"

"Do you really want to be a saint?"

Zhang Bao slammed the bowl down on the table, spilling a lot of soup.

“A saint? A saint should be fearless and undaunted. I am no saint.”

Faced with Zhang Bao's anger, Zhang Jiao simply smiled.

"I am afraid of pain, afraid of death, afraid of seeing corpses of the starving, and afraid of seeing the suffering of the people."

"Someone like me is unlikely to become a saint; I just want to give some hope to the people who can see it."

A sage should be free from all attachments and fears, so how can he become a sage?

But have you given yourself hope?

"I know what you're trying to do. You want to threaten the magistrate into opening the granaries and releasing grain, right?"

"Do you think the county magistrate is afraid you'll report this to higher authorities? Even the emperor doesn't care about the lives of these common people anymore, can't you see that?"

Zhang Bao knew perfectly well what Zhang Jiao was planning to do!

This is a choice with no return!

You say you're afraid of death, but your choices are leading you step by step down a dead end!

"What if? The imperial court has been helping to promote our Way of Peace lately, so maybe I'll still be of use?"

If Zhang Jiao wanted peace and quiet, he could simply act like any other wandering sorcerer, spouting nonsensical nonsense and waiting for donations from worshippers and believers.

A lifetime of wealth and honor, even being treated as an honored guest by high-ranking officials and nobles, would all be within his grasp!

But he didn't want wealth and status; he was greedy.

"The court only thinks we can appease the people. Promoting our reputation won't cost them anything. But asking them to open their granaries for disaster relief is no different from robbing them out of their pockets."

This is clearly the simplest and most straightforward truth.

Anyone could see the truth; Zhang Jiao, unless he was a fool, would understand it.

But he insisted on being the one who burys his head in the sand!

"Let them rob me then. At worst, I'll get beaten up and sent back. They shouldn't kill me."

With this in mind, Zhang Jiao entered the city the next morning.

Zhang Bao waited until sunset, but he never returned.

Strangely, not even the common people came today.

After closing the gate of the Taoist temple, he and Zhang Liang prepared to go into the city to take a look.

But as soon as they reached the city gate, they were stunned by the sight before them.

Hundreds of corpses were scattered everywhere, and Zhang Jiao sat on the ground, looking utterly distraught.

"what happens?"

Zhang Bao stepped forward and helped Zhang Jiao up.

"I was wrong."

"I was so wrong."

Zhang Jiao only came to his senses at this moment, his eyes already bloodshot.

"The magistrate spared my life, but showed no mercy in killing them."

"I'm the one who killed them."

He recalled the conversation he had with the county government office earlier that day.

I recalled the magistrate's words.

"Disaster relief? Where are the disaster victims? We haven't seen any disaster victims in this county, so there's no disaster to provide relief for!"

"Great and wise teacher, why make things difficult for yourself for those who are destined to die?"

"There are also many followers of your Taiping Dao in the court. As long as you think more positively, you will be rich and powerful. As for these lowly people, I will take care of them for you."

Even though hundreds of disaster victims were standing alive in front of the county magistrate, he still said there were no disaster victims and no disaster relief to be given!

Before he could even understand the meaning behind the magistrate's words, the yamen runners drew their swords.

By the time he realized what was happening, he had already been thrown out of the city along with the corpses of the common people.

"Brother, this has nothing to do with you. Let's go back and stop worrying about the disaster victims."

"The imperial court doesn't even treat them like human beings. With our strength, we can't do anything, and we can't save anyone."

Seeing Zhang Jiao so distraught, Zhang Bao couldn't bear to watch any longer.

This time it's a warning to kill disaster victims; who knows if Zhang Jiao will be alive next time!

"No, I see them as human beings, and I can save them too!"

Scenes from the first half of my life echoed in my mind.

Zhang Jiao looked at the corpses around him. Even as these people were being killed, they hadn't forgotten to protect him with all their might!

His gaze gradually hardened.

"The Azure Heaven is dead; the Yellow Heaven shall rise!"