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Chapter 72:Daoist, Please Stay

The pacifist.

The Yellow Army.

Lu Yun saw the "anti-thideker" at the end of the big man for the first time...

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the rulers were incapacitated, foreign relatives and eunuch officials successively had exclusive power, the border wars continued, the national situation was weakening, the government was decaying, the people did not talk about life, and the taxes were not reduced because of the national drought, the particles did not collect, and the poor farmers who were cornered in the road were unveiled under the order of the giant deer "Zhangjiao", and they shouted with yellow scarves.The historical "yellow scarf chaos" had a huge impact on the rule of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and eventually led to the arrival of the Three Kingdoms era.

If it is in Song, he will see the anti-thrabster of Liangshan, and he may be destroyed.

But now he was in the late Han Dynasty, and he was neither a national teacher nor a party.

He is an outsider.

Those who are outside the world come.

The matter between the Han Dynasty and the yellow scarf, do not do his thing.

So, he had the leisure to watch the peaceful Daoists in the field doing things.

Surrounded by the Taiping Dao people, whether it is wearing cold clothes or wearing silk and satin, they all kneel on the ground, looking excited, and I don't know what to wait.

“Aw the Lord save my life!”

“The Master’s mercy!”

“Master, save my son.Please, save my son."

It was a cure.

Both the poor and the rich may die in the face of the disease, and they are equal.

“All right, all right.”

With a smile, one of the Taoists of the Taiping Way came out, about twenty-five or six, and looked amiable.

He borrowed a bowl full of water and placed it on his left hand, and sacrificed a yellow piece of paper on his right hand.

“The disease!”

After closing his eyes for a moment, the young fairy spit out the truth, and threw the lettering paper in his right hand into a bowl full of water, only to hear the sound, and the piece of paper burned in the clear water and immediately turned into ash.

“Somewhat means!”

There was some laughter on the cloud.

Using the water to cure and save people, in exchange for any modern person, will refuse, and think that this is a little trick played by the god stick.

However, Lu Yun does not see it that way.

He studied the rules for many years, although he was not the ancestor of the founding line, but he was also a saint who carried it forward, and he could not see that this character was indeed useful.

After the old man drank the water, the breath on his body grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the face of the disease completely dissipated.

To save people is the same way.

Lu Yun does not have to give up some good feelings for these fellows.

The Taiping Road led by Zhang Kok has been regarded as the biggest anti-throw of the imperial court since the Yellow Turban Uprising, and has been excluded by the whole world, and any force has grown through the siege of the yellow scarf.

Whether it is Liu Bei or Cao, or even Dong Zhuo, Yuan Shao and others, are constantly ascending through the heads of the Yellow Turban Army.

Lu Yun remembered clearly that Cao Cao had recovered countless yellow scarf remnants and served as a soldier, and quickly developed and developed.

Liu Bei, not to mention, annihilated the yellow scarf and made his home.

Lu Yun did not despise their meaning, their identity, determines their position.

However, when the epidemic broke out and countless families died, it seemed that the only peaceful way to save these people trapped in the epidemic was the only Taiping Road, only the Yellow Turban Army.

Liu Bei is still selling shoes, Cao Cao, still in Beijing.

As for Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, and others, who cares for the survival of these people?

Only the angle.

The Taiping Dao taught Zhang Kok to save the people in the last years of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and took his disciples to the plague area, and his followers were healed or failed to save their lives.

No matter how true and false history is legendary, one thing cannot be denied, that is, Zhang Xiao really saved many people infected with the disease and the plague, otherwise there would be no rapidly growing thirty-six people, and there are not so many people willing to sell their families to run!

Even at the level of modern science, it is impossible to cure any disease, and those who can be infected with the plague under the simple sanitary conditions of ancient times, who dares to say that Zhang Kok is a ghost?

In the plague that spread from the dead of that time, who could do better than him under the conditions of the time?

Unfortunately, Zhang horn turned away, and what he did became a demagogue.

Immediately, the Yellow Turban Army's uprising became a king's pioneer.

Countless Han Dynasty forces grew rapidly through the assets left by the bankruptcy of the Yellow Turban Army.

The assets of the Yellow Turban Army are the people.

Without people, how to rise?

Yellow scarves wrapped in millions of people.

Even more than two million.

A court can make more than two million people rebel, and no one else.

Should be destroyed.

So, change the court.

Did not Mencius once say that the people are precious, the society is second, and you are light.

He has nothing to do with the world, so he does what he wants.

Lu Yun thought about these things in his heart, slowly reached out his hand and pointed out.

If you have met, it is better to save.

It is also idle, saving ordinary people, and it is not a bad thing.

There is a light shining among the people.

One by one, the people who had the disease, all improved their appearance, and then found that they had plagued themselves for many days, and even the pain of their own lives, disappeared.

One by one, in the same place, a little stunned.

This kind of happiness, coming so suddenly, it is almost impossible to believe.

Then, one by one, kowtow to the landing cloud.

“The Master is merciful!“The Master is merciful!”

The cry was full.

...

The water of the Taiping Road, the Luyun saw its principle at a glance.

The effect of the water is not actually to directly treat the plague, but to put some of the world's aura into that bowl of water.

If a person drinks water containing the vitality of heaven and earth, it seems to be given a real breath by a worldly master, in order to supplement his vitality, moisten his body, and restore his body to a normal state.

This method is more or less a little fraudulent in nature, but it is by no means a scam.

To be able to do that is already good.

Which of the monks is not willing to take the vitality of heaven and earth into the water and give it to mortals?

Moreover, the patient's body temporarily returned to normal due to the spirit of heaven and earth, even better than usual, then his immunity will naturally recover, and his ability to resist the plague will naturally be greatly strengthened, and most of them can carry the disease.

Water saving is the principle.

Some may still die.

But more people were saved.

And in the realm of the Luyun, to achieve this kind of level, in fact, it is very easy.

The light of the strong vitality was scattered, and all the people present were rescued by Lu Yun.

...

Ma Yuanyi was a bit stunned.

He saved hundreds of people today, and he was tired enough.

Although the spell invented by his master is simple and can be promoted on a large scale, such a large-scale exercise is still a big burden for him.

I don't want to come to a Daoist, and when I wave my hand, I will save everyone.

He was not a little shocked.

Then came the joy.

If there is this friend to help, the people of the world will live more.

Then he said, “Friends, please stay.”

“...”

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