Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

As Fang Yang cast the spell, the picture above the light curtain gradually became clearer, and a magnificent, luxurious and majestic palace appeared.

Everything in this palace is bright yellow and vermilion, and there are countless dragon-shaped air currents flowing in the void.

Above the hall, a plaque made of fairy gold shines brightly. In the center of the light, the four characters "I am the only one" are shocking.

Under the plaque, a middle-aged man with three strands of beard on his chin sat on a dragon chair and was furious.

"Since the stars have changed, sects in the world have rebelled one after another. If one sect is destroyed, two more sects will appear in the blink of an eye. Supervising Tianfu is responsible for monitoring the world. Is this how it monitors?"

Emperor Daxin furiously dealt with a group of ministers.

The minister below lowered his head and muttered, but did not speak. They knew that Emperor Daxin had lost face and was now venting his anger.

No one will rebel without reason.

I'm afraid it's not accurate to use the word rebellion. The sects in the world have never surrendered to the imperial court.

The sect turned a blind eye to the existence of the imperial court, and no one bothered anyone.

The reason why the sects of the world fought against the imperial court was because Emperor Daxin insisted on conquering the sects of the world and bringing the monks of the sects into the scope of imperial power.

The monks of the sect were used to being free, but they were not used to Emperor Daxin.

As soon as the news came out that Emperor Daxin wanted to conquer the sects in the world, they launched a counterattack without saying anything.

While Emperor Daxin was trying to shirk responsibility from himself, a little eunuch rolled and stumbled into the hall.

"Your Majesty, Master Lian is gone!"

As soon as the young eunuch said this, the whole court was shocked.

Emperor Daxin's face suddenly turned pale, and he trembled.

"Quick, take me to have a look."

So, under the leadership of a young eunuch, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty rushed towards Tianji Mansion.

At this time, everyone's face was as dark as water, and their eyes showed an extremely strong sense of crisis.

A monk who practices emptiness and combines the Tao can live at least nine thousand years as long as he is not injured. The master of Tianji Mansion does not have to fight with others, but he died inexplicably.

They are all cultivators, so they naturally know what this means.

The matter of calculating the secrets seems to be very easy and there is no danger. However, that's when extrapolating to the little guys.

When calculating the secrets of heaven, once the calculation is applied to a person who is more powerful than oneself, it is easy to suffer backlash.

When everyone came to Tianji Mansion, they only saw a corpse with bleeding from all its orifices.

"What is Master Lian calculating?"

Emperor Daxin asked.

Palace Master Lian's apprentice is a young man in his early twenties. His eyes are red and he is kneeling in front of Palace Master Lian.

"Your Majesty, before Master died, he only said the word 'Lot'."

As soon as the young man said this, everyone in the hall was shocked.

Everyone in the court knew that Palace Master Lian had been calculating matters related to Qinghe Village. Now that Palace Master Lian has suffered backlash and died, doesn't this mean that there is a problem in Qinghe Village?

"Didn't we already send people to kill Qinghe Village? Is it true that I can't change the destiny?"

Emperor Daxin said to himself.

In the world of cultivators, everyone believes in heavenly secrets, but when faced with bad heavenly secrets, everyone will resist.

No one would be so stupid as to wait for death.

Emperor Daxin firmly believed in Master Lian's calculations, so he sent the imperial army to massacre Qinghe Village.

"Now you know why monks came to massacre the village, right?"

Fang Yang put away his magic and said to the villagers in Qinghe Village.

The facts are before their eyes, and the villagers can't believe it or not. That is to say, after knowing the truth, they all looked depressed and their eyes were empty.

It is difficult for them to accept this fact.

They clearly did nothing and were accused of treason for no reason.

Fang Yang looked at the villagers expressionlessly. He wanted the villagers to think about it.

"Village chief, fellow villagers, we should not have survived."

At this moment, a somewhat childish voice came out from the villagers.

As soon as this voice came out, it attracted everyone's attention, and even Fang Yang looked over.

The person who spoke was a boy about thirteen years old. He was wearing a linen gown with a sparrow embroidered on the cuffs.

"Zhao'er, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The old village chief yelled angrily.

While scolding him, he kept giving the boy winks, obviously trying to protect him.

But the young man said seriously: "Grandpa, if you want me to die, I have to die. Since it is the saint who asked us to die, we should obey the order."

When the young man spoke for the first time, other villagers thought that the young man was too young and ignorant, so they didn't take it to heart.

But now, when they heard the young man say, "If you want me to die, I have to die," and they suddenly became angry.

"Village Chief, what's going on with your Lao Tian family? Do you want all of us in the village to die?"

"That's right! In order to provide for this boy Tian Zhao to study, the village has to live a tight life and save money. When the village is facing a disaster, he says such ungrateful words. You Tian family must give the villagers an explanation."

The village chief and his son and daughter-in-law were immediately worried and kept explaining, trying to calm the villagers' anger.

At a young age, Tian Zhao did not panic at all when faced with accusations from the villagers. He looked at the villagers coldly and indifferently.

"Say! Who taught you to say these words?"

A young man broke through the obstruction of the village chief's family and rushed to Tian Zhao. He grabbed Tian Zhao and asked loudly.

His wife was just pregnant. After learning that Emperor Daxin wanted to massacre the village, he wanted to kill the emperor.

Helpless, he had no way to deal with the emperor, and he had nowhere to vent his anger. It just so happened that Tian Zhao helped the emperor speak and became Qing Zhuang's punching bag.

Tian Zhao looked at Qing Zhuang without fear.

Somehow, after meeting Tian Zhao's gaze again, Qing Zhuang actually flinched.

Tian Zhao said without emotion:

"The Master once said that one must first have a country before one can have a home. Qinghe Village is just a small village. The loss of Qinghe Village is very worthwhile in exchange for the stability of the country."

"Snapped!"

As soon as Tian Zhao finished speaking, a slap fell on his face, making stars pop out of his eyes.

"Stop misleading the public with your lies! I, Qinghe Village, have been keeping our responsibilities for generations and have never done anything that would harm Daxin. Why should we die? You want to die, right? I'll make it happen for you!"

Qing Zhuang was furious, slapped Tian Zhao, and then strangled Tian Zhao's neck.

"Tian Zhuang's boy, what are you doing? He is only a child. Even if he says something wrong, he can just be beaten or scolded."

"Let go! If you pinch me any more, someone will die."

When the village chief and his family saw that Tian Zhao was being pinched and his face turned purple, they did not bother to stop other villagers and stepped forward to rescue Tian Zhao.

Soon, the villagers got into a quarrel. Some went up to beat Tian Zhao, some went up to break up the fight, and some tried to pull Qing Zhuang away.

Fang Yang was very unhappy when he saw this. He saved these villagers because he wanted to preach to them.

He waved his sleeves and released a burst of magic power that instantly separated all the villagers.