"The History Book of Taizu's Chronicles says: Taizu, son of Gao Zu, Yi, from Qian Prefecture's Kun County. His mother, Lady Chen, was given a pill by the God of Dreams. When he swallowed it, there was light in his palm. When he gave birth, the red light lingered in the room, and the strange fragrance lingered for a long time. Naturally, there was light in the night. When the mansion saw it, they were shocked and rushed to help, but there was no light. When he was a Nascent Soul, his body was golden, and it did not change for three days. He was tall, handsome, and had extraordinary bones. His will was vast, and he was open-minded. No one could fathom him, and those who knew him would know that he was not an ordinary person … "
Early in the morning, the sun rose from the east.
In a dilapidated Taoist temple in Lonely Mountain, a young Taoist was muttering a history book after finishing his homework. But if the content was heard by others, they would be shocked to the point that their faces would turn pale.
"The Founding Ancestor's Chronicles revealed everything about the founding ancestor of the Great Zhou Dynasty …"
Wu Ming had refined his Qi and built his foundation. Now that his Primordial Spirit was successful, his Taoist skills immediately improved by leaps and bounds. In addition, his body had been transformed, and he had the aptitude of a Primordial Spirit. His progress was really rapid. After one night of practice, he had accumulated magic power and reached the level of a wizard. It was comparable to a lifetime of hard work for I.
At this time, he had the thought of going down the mountain. His sea of consciousness moved, and a text came out.
The Primordial Spirit of a Taoist was successful, so it was a bit exaggerated to say that he had a photographic memory. At least he could not remember the gold and silver seal script that contained the meaning of Taoism. However, if he read a normal book, he could remember seventy to eighty percent of it. After reading it three times, it would be deeply imprinted in his mind, and it would be hard to forget.
"The 'Records of the Founding Ancestor' describes more than half of how the founding ancestor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Ji Yi, made his fortune. It is the supreme secret of the Reincarnators. However, according to the nature of those officials and emperors who write books, it is best not to be tricked too badly by following the picture …"
The World of Samsara this time was at the end of the Shang Dynasty, and the founding of Dazhou was the history of the main world!
The Reincarnators all came from the world of Dazhou, and at least they knew where Zhou Fushang's destiny was, but it was a cheat.
However, Wu Ming was sure that things weren't that simple.
"At this point in time, Ji Yi must have already made a fortune. Those who want to invest and earn their first bucket of gold while the True Dragon is still weak can take a break …"
"The Thirteen Paths of Rebellion are still around, but they are also nearing their end …"
"As for the Twelve Metal Colossi?"
Wu Ming's face instantly turned gloomy.
Of course, the official history books would not record such a strange power. It was only said that the Shang Emperor, Cruel, was fond of grandiosity and extravagance. He collected weapons and metals from all over the world and forged them into the Twelve Metal Men. When the Shang Dynasty fell, the Twelve Metal Men were also destroyed by the rebel army.
But now, it seemed that the truth was not so simple!
"According to the Main Divine Hall's solemn instructions, the Twelve Metal Men are clearly closely related to the destiny of the Shang Dynasty. They might even possess the secret to immortality. How difficult is it for an emperor to ask for immortality? For the Twelve Metal Men to be able to do this, they must be supreme treasures that can suppress the destiny of the earth and change destiny! "
"… Such secrets must only be hidden by the great aristocratic families and the Hundred Schools of Thought … Perhaps aristocratic families like the Xie family also have some information about them, but it's a pity that I can't read them now …"
Wu Ming put on a new Taoist robe and wrapped up the miscellaneous items before descending the mountain. "The most important thing now is to determine the current situation and know how far the war has progressed. After that, I have to find Li Xiuyun … Sigh …"
In the chaos of war, he was not optimistic about the safety of this woman. He could only do his best.
He walked out of the mountain gate and smiled. "In this world, I am the current successor of the Maoshan Sect, Zhai Xingzi!"
He took out two talisman horses and slapped them on his legs.
"Smack!"
The sorcerer's hand was activated! The magical power in his consciousness surged, and the souls of the horses appeared on the two talisman horses. They neighed at the sky, then turned into dark clouds and disappeared under his feet.
Wu Ming took a step forward, and the sound of horses snorting could be heard from both sides. In a blink of an eye, he had walked over ten feet.
"Hmm! Although most of the spells of the Maoshan Sect require the souls of humans and beasts, and they are extremely easy to break, I have to say that it's quite innovative. This talisman horse spell can also be used in the secular world to get a title like the Grand Guardian of the Divine … "
Wu Ming walked like the wind, but he did not feel much fatigue. He knew that this was the power of the talisman horses.
The talisman horse spell was ranked at the bottom of the 49 spells of the Maoshan Sect. It required the selection of two good battle horses, which were raised with a secret method from a young age. They had to be fed with refined feed and eggs every day, which was a huge expense.
When they grew up, they had to be fed talisman water and cinnabar. After eighty-one days, they had to breed and give birth to foals. One had to be black and the other red!
If there was a mistake in the steps, or if the color of the horse's fur was not right, then they had to start all over again.
After obtaining the black and red foals, they had to consume a lot of resources and feed them with medicine to strengthen their muscles and bones, making them as strong as the legendary Pegasus.
That way, when they reached adulthood, they could kill the horses and extract their hearts, refining the blood essence to draw the talisman horses.
Over the years, the amount of blood essence obtained was usually very little. Previously, Warrior I had worked hard to collect blood essence, but he had only managed to draw 16 of them before he gave up.
At this point, these were all he had left. They were life-saving trump cards, but they were easily used by Wu Ming. If Warrior I found out, he would be furious again.
…
One had to say that this talisman horse was really useful. By noon, Wu Ming had already run out of the deep mountains.
At this point in the apocalypse of the Great Shang Dynasty, the entire journey was miserable. There were no signs of human habitation within a hundred miles, and bones were exposed to the wilderness. After running for another hundred miles, the situation became slightly better. Occasionally, he could see the forts of the rich families in the countryside, and smoke could be seen from the chimneys of the villages. When Wu Ming saw this, he immediately stopped his technique. He then asked a vigilant villager for the location of the county and rushed over.
"It's just a small village, I don't even know who the emperor is this year. If I want to know the news of the world, I have to go to the county … Although it's a little late, at least I won't make a huge mistake …"
The closer he got to the county, the more refugees there were. It was normal for there to be starving people on the road.
However, what made Wu Ming slightly surprised was the group of zombie-like refugees.
Their faces were yellow and skinny, and their eyes were lifeless, as if they were dead. Only when they saw food would their eyes light up. Weren't they comparable to the zombies in Wu Ming's memories?
"The Red Lotus Holy Lady's blessing has dispersed!"
And in the center of these refugees, there was a sedan chair with eight people. There were more than ten boys and girls around it, and they looked solemn. They were holding red lanterns, lotus flowers, horsetail whisks, and other artifacts. Wu Ming was stunned when he saw this.
"The Holy Lady has blessed us!"
"She has blessed us!"
Instantly, the entire group of refugees ran towards the center like crazy, but they stopped in front of the curtain. They didn't dare to offend it, but they seemed to be expecting something.
"There is a disaster in the world, and only those who believe in the Red Lotus Holy Lady can obtain eternal life and ascend to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, never knowing hunger …"
Those boys and girls and protectors were mumbling, and they seemed to be chanting some scriptures.
Some of the refugees kept kowtowing, and some chanted along. They all looked very pious.
After a while, something that looked like cornbread spilled out from the curtain, and it immediately caused a commotion among the crowd.
The sounds of crying, shouting, and fighting were mixed together. Some of the refugees actually punched and stomped on each other for a mouthful of food. They picked up the cornbread and chewed on it, ignoring the mud and even blood on it. It was like purgatory on earth.
"The Red Lotus Group? The Red Lotus Holy Lady? "
Wu Ming rubbed his head.
It was said that in ancient times, when there was chaos, all kinds of evil sects emerged one after another. There were as many as the hairs on a cow, and they rose and disappeared. If they didn't cause a particularly great impact, the history books wouldn't even bother to record them.
It was obvious that the Red Lotus Group was the kind of group that harmed a county or a county. Perhaps it was mentioned in the local county and county annals, but its influence in the entire world was too small. Wu Ming was not a professional historian, so he had never even heard of this name.
"But it seems that they have quite a lot of influence here …"
Wu Ming shook his head secretly. He knew that these sects rarely engaged in proper business. The small ones traded in human beings, seized by force, and made a fortune out of a country's calamity. The big ones directly kidnapped refugees to attack cities and plunder land, living the emperor's dream.
Of course, if demons were mixed in, they were even more brutal. They directly sacrificed evil gods to seize fate, or killed people to take their souls, or refined demonic ritual implements, or collected young boys and girls to make medicine, or refined the Five Nascent Inner Pill. There were many of them.
"How difficult it is for the commoners …"
This scene immediately made Wu Ming sigh, but he didn't poke his nose into other people's business and walked away.
Although there was an opportunity for ambitious people to rise in troubled times, for the commoners at the bottom, it was a great misfortune.
Even if social order was in chaos and resources were redistributed, how many commoners could truly benefit from it and leap from the bottom to the top? Weren't those who could rise to power the local tycoons and aristocrats who were prepared?
"Just like the ancestor of the Dazhou, Ji Yi. His ancestor was also a feudal lord of the Shang Dynasty. He was famous throughout the world for four generations and three dukes. During the chaos, he mobilized his troops and gathered tens of thousands in an instant. The Qian Province submitted. How could ordinary people have such a background?"
Wu Ming shook his head in his heart and strolled away, not caring about the thoughtful gaze behind the veil.
"Saintess?"
After Wu Ming walked away, a white jade-like hand lifted the veil on the eight-bearer sedan. A young girl dressed in white veil appeared. She had a gentle face and looked like she was merciful to save people from suffering. Her beautiful hair draped over her shoulders, and she wore a golden ring on her head.
"That person just now …"
The Red Lotus Saintess spoke. Her voice was like an oriole flying out of the valley, making people who heard it unconsciously become intoxicated.
"He's just a little Taoist priest. It seems that he doesn't dare to interfere in the affairs of the Red Lotus Group!"
A Protector at the side immediately said proudly.
"Little Taoist priest? I've seen him once at Uncle-Master's place. However, at that time, he was just a silly child … "
The Saintess sighed faintly, and a light flashed in her eyes. "Now that this person's demeanor has changed so much, could it be that Uncle-Master has achieved great success in his divine skills? But why didn't he come to contact my master? "
She immediately ordered, "Send the information to Master and let her handle it!"
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