The ancestors of the prehistoric people, join the chat group at the beginning

"Bocai backed down, don't be rude!"

Hearing Bo Cai's words, Zhang Jiao came back to his senses and repelled him.

Looking at Ying Zheng with a complex expression, he asked aloud, "Dare to ask His Majesty the First Emperor, how did His Majesty know these things?"

He didn't ask whether the matter was true or false, but only asked how the other party knew.

Just after Ying Zheng finished speaking, Zhang Jiao used secret techniques to calculate the matter.

Combined with the performance of that disciple Tang Zhou on weekdays, who didn't know that what Ying Zheng said was basically true.

Chapter 9 Welcome to the Great Qin Court

Julu City, Taipingdao headquarters.

Zhang Jiao welcomed Ying Zheng into the lobby, and each sat down to serve tea.

After hearing Ying Zheng's words earlier, Zhang Jiao was not too surprised. He couldn't help asking himself and his soul.

In his thoughts, he recalled his childhood.

He was born in a poor family, and since he was a child, he has been handed down the "Taiping Qingling Jing" by Nanhua Tianzun, and after decades of hard work, he is now better than blue.

At the age of 50, he practiced to the highest level in this world and was crowned the position of Tianzun.

Especially proficient in arithmetic.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is capable of penetrating heaven and earth.

How could he fail to predict the good and bad of his future.

Perhaps, in the eyes of outsiders, the fate of the whole world and even the whole world is extremely mysterious, shrouded in layers of clouds and mists, and only a corner can be glimpsed.

But for Zhang Jiao who has reached the realm of Tianzun, there is no secret at all.

It may be exaggerated to say that it is 800 years forward and 800 years later.

But he has a clear calculation of the national fortune of the Han Dynasty.

The seemingly prosperous Han Dynasty, with infinite scenery, has actually reached the final glory of the scene of burning oil and the setting sun.

At most, it will only take a hundred years, and this exquisite and gorgeous building that has stood for 800 years will collapse.

Perhaps, the gentry on the upper floors of the building have an escape plan, they can change their appearances and join the new dynasty, and continue the extravagant life of a thousand-year-old family and a thousand-year dynasty.

But how many of those innocent people will be buried with the corrupt Han Dynasty?

It is true that Zhang Jiaogui is a Taoist cultivator, even if the sky collapses and the earth shatters, and the universe repeats, it will not hurt him a bit.

With a lifespan of [-] years, he can just sit back and watch the clouds change, the sun rise and set, and the dynasty rise and fall.

However, how could Zhang Jiao, who was born in poverty, have the heart to watch the working people all over the world sink into the fire and water, and remain indifferent?

In the decadent Han Dynasty, the government was corrupt, corrupt officials were everywhere, and the people were in dire straits.

Therefore, Zhang Jiao, who had achieved great Taoism, left the mountain and founded Taiping Dao to develop believers and guide people to be good.

Not only that, but he also announced the program, goals, teachings, titles, diocesan organizations, slogans, religious ceremonies, activities, missionary methods, etc. of Taiping Dao.

He did this not for personal honor or disgrace, but for the rise and fall of the people of the world.

Early on, he did a fortune-telling for himself and calculated good and bad luck.

Nine deaths, a great omen!

"The man's strength is exhausted, how innocent are the people in this world, and they want to be buried with you?"

"My Zhang Jiao wants to go against the sky and live against death, so what about the world?"

"If heaven and earth don't allow it, I will go against the sky; if people don't allow it, I will kill this person!"

The energy in his whole body burst out, Zhang Jiao's robe was windless and automatic, and his temples were flamboyant, as if he had figured out something.

His eyes have become as clear as water, without any trace of anxiety.

That's right, since you've already prepared to die, what are you afraid of?

There are all kinds of difficulties in the world, but death is the only thing.

If you are not even afraid of death, what is there to be afraid of?

Before he knew it, Zhang Jiao's mood became mellow and he took a big step forward.

"The Dao heart is clear, really gratifying!"

On the opposite side, Ying Zheng noticed the change in the other party, and couldn't help being overjoyed, and cupped his hands to congratulate him.

"His Majesty the First Emperor praises me a lot. The meager skills of Poverty Dao are not worth mentioning. I'm really ashamed of it!"

When he came back to his senses, Zhang Jiao waved his hands slightly, looking unhurried.

"In this world, it is really rare to reach the current state of the leader!"

Ying Zheng showed approval and nodded slightly.

"May I ask His Majesty the First Emperor, what is the purpose of this visit?"

Zhang Jiao no longer cared about his fate, and instead asked about Ying Zheng's intentions.

After the great enlightenment just now, he has completely ignored life and death.

I'm a little curious, is Ying Zheng actually the tyrant Shi Huangdi 800 years ago?

"Teacher, what is the world like in this big man?"

Ying Zheng smiled slightly when he heard the words, and instead of answering his words, he pointed to the sky and asked.

"Big man in the world?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jiao was taken aback for a moment, then stood up with his head raised slightly.

A pair of extremely deep eyes seemed to be looking at the endless sky through the roof.

After reaching his realm, the sky he sees is naturally different from what ordinary people see.

In his eyes, there is an extremely precise French net intertwined in the sky.

This legal net, centered on the emperor in Luoyang City, supplemented by the luck of all people in the world, covered the four fields and covered the sky.

Under the law, there is no escape.

No matter where you are, no matter what race you are.

As long as someone dares to say that the big man is wrong, it will immediately attract the attention of the French Open.

Thunder falls from the sky, and there is no end to death.

This legal net was forged by Han Gaozu Liu Bang with the luck of all the people in the world and the dragon spirit of the dynasty.

Over time, the present sky has been formed.

Replace the way of heaven with humanity.

"Heaven is dead!"

After a moment of silence, Zhang Jiao spat out four words.

The next moment, dark clouds billowed in the void, and a purple-white lightning bolt descended from the sky, striking towards Zhang Jiao.

But his words immediately angered the sky, and sent down thunder to punish him.

"Humph!"

Zhang Jiao snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and in an instant, a blue light rose, covering the entire hall.

The purple-white lightning that was as thick as a bucket hit the blue light barrier, only to stir up ripples before being guided into the ground and disappearing.

Soon, the dust settled and everything seemed dreamlike.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand; when the year is in Jiazi, the world will be prosperous!"

Pacing lightly, Zhang Jiao became more determined, uttering sixteen words word by word.

In the words, there is infinite self-confidence, and a determination of "although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go".

"Clap clap clap!"

"I really admire you more and more!"

Ying Zheng stood up, applauded lightly, and cheered for him.

Although Zhang Jiao's uprising is not optimistic, it is just a pioneer for the king.

However, Zhang Jiao's belief of "living for the people and dying for the people" is very appreciated by Ying Zheng.

"In February of the fourth year of Guanghe, you started a riot in a hurry and swept most of China!"

Stroking his beard, Ying Zheng said slowly.

"However, the imperial court of the Han Dynasty was not a vegetarian. It reacted quickly and sent a large number of royal masters to encircle and suppress them. With He Jin as the general, he led the left and right Habayashi five battalions to garrison Yuduting, with full weapons and guards. The capital also set up captains to garrison at Hangu Pass, Dagu, Guangcheng, Yique, Yuyuan, Revolving Gate, Mengjin, Xiaopingjin and other Kyoto passes; issued an order to strictly guard all places, ordering states and counties to prepare for battle, train soldiers, Collect weapons and summon rebels! Completely encircle and suppress the Yellow Turban rebels!"

"The generals Huang Fusong, Lu Zhi, Zhu Jun and other military sages each led an army to control the five schools, the Sanhe knights and the newly recruited elite warriors to attack Yingchuan. Zhu Jun also went to the table to recruit Sun Jian from Xiapi as his assistant. Army Sima led the youths from the same villages and recruited various business brigades and elite soldiers from Huai River and Surabaya, forming a situation of encircling and suppressing the Yellow Turban Army from all sides."

"In September of that year, the Yellow Turban Army was wiped out one after another. Only the Guangzong City you guarded is still resisting!"

"Afterwards, armies from all walks of life met in Guangzong and took turns to attack Guangzong!"

"In October, you were besieged and killed by the masters of the world in turn, and Guangzong City was destroyed!"

"The eight-month Yellow Turban uprising has been declared a failure!"

"Except for a few of the more than [-] believers of the Taiping Dao who escaped, all of them were killed by the Han court!"

Seeing Zhang Jiao whose expression gradually changed, Ying Zheng asked slowly, "How do you feel about this fate in the future?"

"This..."

Hearing this, Zhang Jiao felt as if he had been struck by lightning, he could not stand still, and staggered to sit down.

Although he had expected to fail and die in the uprising, he did not expect that the entire Taiping Road would be affected.

You know, there are more than [-] congregants, and they are real people.

All of them were massacred, except for a few, leaving no one behind.

Of course, he did not doubt the authenticity of Ying Zheng's words.

But at his level, as long as he has a feeling in his heart, he can figure it out.

As soon as Ying Zheng finished speaking, countless images appeared before Zhang Jiao's eyes.

It was the scene where hundreds of thousands of congregants were massacred by the Han officers and soldiers.

They had surrendered, but were still mercilessly killed.

It seems that it is not human life, but humble as a mustard.

"More than [-] people, how can they do it?"

Zhang Jiao muttered to himself, as if he was questioning himself, or questioning the sky.

"For you and me, that's more than [-] people; to the officers and soldiers, they are just more than [-] military exploits!"

Ying Zheng suppressed the smile on his face, and said indifferently: "Besides, when did the common people become adults by the gentry?"

Since joining the chat group, Ying Zheng's views have gradually changed.

He knew the truth that 'the king is like a boat and the people are like water, and water can carry a boat and capsize it'.

Although the lives of hundreds of millions of people are as worthless and humble as ants, if they are oppressed to the extreme, the energy they will burst out will definitely exceed imagination.

Princes and generals, I would rather be kind!

Ying Zheng, who is well aware of China's 5000-year history, knows deeply that there will be such a fierce man in later generations.

There was a beggar named Zhu Yuanzhang, who was also at the end of the dynasty. He couldn't survive anymore, so he rose up against the trend, changed his fate against the sky, and finally sat on the supreme throne of the emperor.

As the saying goes, 'Start with a bowl, end with the world'.

"His Majesty the First Emperor, please teach me!"

Hearing this, Zhang Jiao quickly calmed down, bowed and asked sincerely.

"I have come to bring peace to this world!"