Somewhere in Yingchuan, deep in the mountains and old forests, the wind howled incessantly. Suddenly, a mighty righteousness rose into the sky, and suddenly the power of Taoist talismans burst out. The two forces impacted each other. You came and I came, but it was hard to let go.

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For a time, countless big trees were uprooted, and numerous strange phenomena appeared in the sky, erupting with extremely powerful power.

Beasts prostrate, birds and beasts fall to the ground, and countless leaves fall, turning into bare branches in just a few breaths.

A figure fell from the sky, rushed to the ground like a cannonball, hit the ground, and formed a deep pit.

When the dust dispersed, they saw Sima Hui sitting in the big pit, with some blood on the corner of his mouth, his breath slightly narrowed, looking up at Zhang Jue who suddenly stopped his hand, raising his eyebrows slightly, and a trace of surprise could not help but appear on his face.

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"Why don't you kill me?" Sima Hui looked at the Taoist priest floating above and asked.

Zhang Jue was lying on the ground, holding a nine-jointed staff against the ground. He shook his head and said, "You are my Taoist friend. I can't do anything to you if you are a poor Taoist."

"There is no final conclusion as to who is right or wrong in this worldly matter. Although I am willing to sacrifice my life for charity, I don't know whether this approach can bring hope to this troubled world."

"However, Pindao should not be able to see what happens next."

"Although you can't see it, you still need to be prepared."

Prepare?

Hearing these two people, Sima Hui frowned, a little confused as to what kind of medicine this guy was selling in his gourd.

"What do you want to do?" Sima Hui asked in a low voice.

"In the hands of poor Taoist, there is a scripture called Liujia Qimen, which I would like to give to you as a gift. I hope you will speak up and find a successor for poor Taoist." Zhang Jiao looked at Sima Hui and said.

Hearing this, Sima Hui was stunned, and the look of surprise on his face became more intense at this moment.

"Liujia Qimen? If I remember correctly, the scripture in your hand should be Taiping Yashu, right?" Sima Hui asked in return.

"Yes. It's just that in the past few days, the world has undergone drastic changes, and the shackles on the creatures in this world have also been gradually dispersed. The creatures have some more possibilities."

"During this period of time, there are gradually more memories in Pindao's mind that do not belong to me, but seem to belong to me. Liujia Qimen is one of them." Zhang Jiao replied.

When he talked about this matter, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. Some inexplicable pictures always appeared in his mind inadvertently. Those pictures seemed to have been experienced by him personally, but when he thought about it carefully, he found that in his mind

There is no memory of any of these things.

But there are some strange things in my mind.

Just like the Liujia Qimen that I want to hand over to Sima Hui at this moment.

"Why do you think I will help you? When you put this wonderful book in my hands, aren't you afraid that I will learn it myself, or find one or two random successors and teach it to others?"

"Furthermore, as Taiping Taoist and a great teacher, if you want to find a successor and teach something, wouldn't it be better for you to come forward yourself?" Sima Hui asked.

Although today's imperial court defines the Yellow Turban as a rebel and the great virtuous teacher as a demon.

But this is just a unilateral definition by the imperial court.

At least, in the areas radiated by Taiping Dao, the people under the Yellow Turbans' rule still have a good opinion of the Yellow Turbans.

"It doesn't matter, just leave it to Sir. I believe Sir can find a better successor!" Zhang Jiao said, walking step by step in front of Sima Hui with his bamboo stick.

He spread his hands and hooked his fingers.

"Since you have lost, sir, you should hand over your things to Pingdao, right?"

"The great scholar Dong Zhongshu in the past advocated the connection between heaven and man, using the human heart to understand the mind of heaven, gathering Confucianism, and consolidating the destiny of the country."

"Since then, the most precious treasure Tianxin Jade has been left in the Confucian lineage."

"Tianxin Jade is the most precious treasure of Confucianism and Taoism. It has its own spirituality and will choose virtuous Confucians to follow."

"If Pindao guessed correctly, this Tianxin Jade should be in the hands of Sir, right? If Sir loses, he should hand over Tianxin Jade to Pindao."

"After all, this thing is of no use to you, sir!"

Zhang Jiao said word for word, asking Sima Hui for this thing.

Hearing this, Sima Hui smiled bitterly, stared at the face of his former friend in front of him, and fell into silence.

"You used Yingchuan cultural heritage as a threat to ask me to hand over this thing. It seems that you are determined to cut off the fate of the Han Dynasty."

"Yes." Zhang Jiao replied.

"Even if it costs you your life and your years of hard work are ruined, do you still have no regrets?"

"No regrets!"

"With nothing in the imperial court, it must be a situation where the princes are fighting for power. The Taoist Master should know about the chaos in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period in the past. Is the Taoist Master willing to watch the people return to such a chaotic era again?"

“If you don’t destroy it, you won’t establish it; if you destroy it, you will establish it!”

Sima Hui asked several questions in succession, and Zhang Jiao answered them one by one.

Hearing this, Sima Hui fell into silence, and finally let out a long sigh. Instead of speaking, he took out a palm-sized piece of jade from his arms and handed it to Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao took the jade piece from his hand, loosened his fingers that were holding the seal behind his back, and dispersed the seal.

"Pindao thought that your husband would choose 'I would rather live in pieces than in pieces'."

Zhang Jiao put the Tianxin Jade away and looked at Sima Hui with a little surprise in his eyes.

"Perhaps your choice is the right one? Rather than letting the people suffer in dire straits, it is better to be ruthless, break it and rebuild a new system!"

"It's just that I no longer have such ambitions. All I want to do in this life is huddle in this mountain forest and live a stable life for a few days."

"But don't worry, I will not regret what I promised you. I will help you find a suitable successor to pass on your scriptures."

Zhang Jiao nodded, bowed his hands, and said, "Thank you, sir."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jiao stepped into the air and disappeared into the distance into a stream of light.

Only Sima Hui was left sitting in the pit, stunned and making a sound.

After a long time, a sound suddenly came, breaking the tranquility of the place.

But in the corner of the forest, a middle-aged man appeared, holding a wine gourd in one hand.

"Leaving? It seems I came a little late. I'm tired and have a drink."

With that said, the middle-aged man threw the wine gourd in his hand forward. Sima Hui in the pit stretched out his hand, took the wine gourd in his hand, removed the stopper, and took a swig.

"Pang Gong thinks that what the Taoist Master did was right or wrong? Hui just handed the Tianxin Jade to him like this, was it right or wrong?"

As the hot wine entered his throat, Sima Hui tilted his head, looked at the man in the distance, and asked.

"What does De Cao (Sima Hui, also known as De Cao) think? No matter how bad the world is, can it be worse than the current world where people are displaced, corpses are everywhere, and the ground is full of hungry people?"

"If Taoist master doesn't do the same thing, I'm afraid I will do it at the last moment of my life."
Chapter completed!