"The Book of History: The Original Records of Taizu" says: Taizu, Gaozu Bozi, was named Yi, from Kun County, Ganzhou. His mother Chen, prescription, dreamed that he gave a pill of medicine. He put it in his palm and swallowed it. He lingered it, and the fragrance remained on his mouth. When he was born, the red light surrounded the room, and the strange fragrance did not dissipate. From then on, the light suddenly rose. When he saw it, he was shocked to think that it was fire and rushed to rescue him. When he arrived, there was no such thing. When he was young, he had a golden color and did not change for three days. He was longer, with a heroic appearance, a strange bones penetrated the top, and his will was straight, and his tools were as bright as others. He could not measure it. Those who knew him knew that he was an extraordinary person..."

Early in the morning, the sun rises in the east.

In Gushan, in the ruined Taoist temple, a Taoist boy muttered to carry a history book after finishing his homework. However, if the contents of it were heard by others, he would be shocked to death.

"A "The Original Annals of Taizu" immediately revealed everything in the Great Zhou Taizu..."

Wu Ming refining Qi and building the foundation. At this time, his soul was successful. With continuous feedback, his Taoist skills immediately made rapid progress. In addition, his body was transformed and he had the qualifications of Yuanling. His progress was really a thousand miles a day and practiced his skills overnight. He had accumulated magic power and reached the level of a mage, which was comparable to the old Taoist's hard work throughout his life.

At this time, I had the thought of going down the mountain, and I could recite a piece of text in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The real person's soul is successful, and it is a bit exaggerated to say that it is said that it is a bit exaggerated. At least the gold and silver seal script that truly contains the meaning of Tao must not be remembered at a glance, but ordinary books can be recited once and can be remembered seven or eight out of ten immediately. After three times, it will inevitably be deeply imprinted in my mind and will never be forgotten again.

"A "The Original Annals of Taizu" tells the story of the great Zhou Taizu Ji Yi's fortune. It is the supreme secret book of the reincarnation. It is just based on the nature of the civil servants and emperors who compile books. It is really a guide to the map, but you should not be cheated too badly..."

This world of reincarnation is the battle of the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the late Shang Dynasty, and it is the history of the main world!

All the reincarnations come from the Great Zhou world. At least they know the destiny of using Zhou to defeat Shang, but they open the boss's golden finger.

But Wu Ming is sure that things will not be that simple.

"At this point in time, Ji Yi must have made a fortune. If you want to invest and earn your first pot of gold while the real dragon is in a low position, you can take a break..."

"The thirteenth rebel against the king is still there, but it is still a declining place..."

"As for the Twelve Golden Men?"

Wu Ming's face suddenly became depressed.

In the classics and historical books, this kind of strange power and chaos is naturally not recorded. It is only said that the last Emperor of Shang, "Jie", was very fond of merit and was extravagant. He collected weapons from all over the world, metal and iron, and melted into the twelve Jin people. Later, the Shang Dynasty was destroyed, and the twelve Jin people were also destroyed by the rebel army.

But now it seems that the truth is not that simple!

"According to the solemn explanation of the main temple, these twelve gold men are obviously closely related to the Shang Dynasty's energy, and even have the secret of immortality. How difficult is it for the emperor to demand immortality? The twelve gold men can do this, it must be the supreme treasure that suppresses the fortune of earth's energy and dragons, and changes destiny against the heavens!"

"...... This kind of secrets must be hidden only in those great families and the secret scripts of the various schools of thought... I can't say that the aristocratic families of the Xie family also have a collection of words. Unfortunately, they are not something I can read now..."

Wu Ming wore a new Taoist robe, wrapped the miscellaneous items, and went down the mountain: "The most urgent task is to determine the current situation first, know where the dispute over the world has reached, and then find Li Xiuyun... Alas..."

In the midst of chaos, he really didn't think much of whether this woman could be safe, so he could only be a waste of time.

When I left the mountain gate, I smiled again: "In this world, I am Zhai Xingzi, the contemporary descendant of Maoshan Road!"

Take out two talisman horses and pat them on your legs.

Bang!

The mage took action to achieve the method! The magic power surged in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the two talismans immediately appeared the soul of the horse, and they neighed to the sky, turned into black clouds and sank under their feet.

Wu Ming took a step forward, and the wind blew under his feet, and the sound of a horse sniffing from both sides seemed to be heard, and he walked out about a foot in a careless manner.

"Well! Although most of the Maoshan Taoist magic requires human and beast souls and is extremely easy to be broken, I have to say that it is still a bit new? This tale and horse technique can also go to the secular world to deceive a name like Shenxing Taibao..."

Wu Ming walked like the wind, but he didn't feel much tired. He knew that it was all the power of a talisman horse, so he couldn't help but think in his heart.

This tale horse technique is ranked last among the 49 spells of Maoshan Road. Two pairs of warriors need to be selected. They have been trained by secret techniques since childhood. They have to be fed daily feed and eggs. This is a big expense.

When you grow up, you have to fill the talisman water and feed the cinnabar. After 9981 days, let it breed and give birth to a foal. It must be black and red!

If there are any mistakes in the steps and the horse's fur color is wrong, it must be pushed back and started over.

After obtaining this black and red foal, it has to consume a lot of resources and feed it with medicine to supplement it, making its muscles and bones strong, not inferior to the rumored Tianma.

In this way, after becoming an adult, you can kill the horse and gain the heart, cultivate essence and blood to draw this talisman horse.

It took so many years to obtain very little essence and blood. The old Taoist priest worked hard to collect and only drew sixteen pictures, but he never wanted to do it again.

Now, there are only these left, which are life-saving trump cards, but they are used so easily by Wu Ming. If the old master knew, he would have to be angry to death again.

...

I have to say that this talisman horse is really useful. By noon, Wu Ming had already run out of the deep mountains.

At this time, the end of the Great Shang Dynasty, the road was desolate, with no one inhabited by a hundred miles, and the dead bones were exposed in the wild, so there was no need to say that after running forts over a hundred miles, the situation improved slightly. Occasionally, it was also possible to see that there were smoke from the forts of the rich families in the countryside. Seeing this, Wu Ming immediately took over the magic and asked about the location of the county town from a vigilant village, and rushed there immediately.

"A mere village, I don't even know which emperor is this year. If you want to know the news about the world, you still have to go to the county town... Although it's a little late, at least there will be no big mistake..."

The closer you get to the county town, the more disaster victims, and there are hunger on the road, which is also normal.

But what surprised Wu Ming slightly was still the tide of zombie-like refugees.

He has a pale face and thin skin, his eyes are dull, and he looks like a dead person. Only when he sees food will his eyes emit a slight light. Isn’t it a match for the zombies in Wu Ming’s memory?

"The Holy Girl of Red Lotus has lost her blessings!"

In the center of these refugees, there was a sedan chair with eight-carrying gauze. There were more than a dozen boys and girls around him, with a solemn expression, lighted red lanterns, holding lotus flowers, whisks and other magical tools, which made Wu Ming stunned.

"The saint is blessed!"

"Blessed!"

Suddenly, the entire refugee group went crazy and ran towards the center, but stopped in front of the gauze tent, not daring to offend, and seemed to be looking forward to something.

"There are great troubles in the world and the last calamity is over. Only those who believe in the Holy Mother of the Red Lotus can obtain eternal life and ascend to the Pure Land Pure Land without knowing the famine..."

Those boys and virgins and guardians murmured, as if they were reciting some scriptures.

Some of the refugees kept kowtowing, while others recited scriptures, all looking very pious.

After a while, a bunch of steamed buns spilled out of the gauze tent, which immediately triggered a crowd of people to snatch it.

Crying and clamoring sounds were mixed. In order to eat in one bite, some refugees really fist and foot to each other, trampled on each other, picked up steamed buns, regardless of the mud or even blood on it, and chewed them all, just like a purgatory on earth.

"Red Lotus Sect? Red Lotus Holy Mother?"

Wu Ming touched his head.

It is said that in ancient times, various cults emerged one after another, as numerous as cows, and they were swirling and extinct, not causing a particularly powerful impact. I don’t bother me to remember a single chapter in history books.

Obviously, the Red Lotus Sect is the kind that harms each county and each county. Perhaps it is mentioned in the local county and county sects, but its influence in the whole world is too small. Wu Ming is not a special historian, and he has never even heard of this name.

"But it seems that the momentum here is quite..."

Wu Ming shook his head secretly, knowing that there are very few sects who do serious business. The small ones buy and sell the population, rob the people, make money from the national crisis, and the big ones directly use refugees to attack cities and plunder the land, and have the emperor's dream.

Of course, if you get involved in the demon, it will be even more cruel. You will directly sacrifice to the evil gods, seek luck, or kill people to get souls, refine magic weapons, or collect combination medicines for boys and girls, and refine the five infants and elixirs.

"It's so difficult for the common people..."

This scene immediately made Wu Ming sigh, but he didn't meddle in other people's business and walked away directly.

Although it is an opportunity for the rise of heroes in troubled times, it is a huge misfortune for the lower-level people.

Even though the social order is in chaos and resources are redistributed, how many people can really gain benefits? How many people can rise from the bottom to the top? Are they not those prepared local tyrants and gentry members who are ready?

"It's like Ji Yi, the Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was also a prince of the Shang Dynasty, with four generations and three dukes, famous all over the world. He raised troops in a turmoil and gathered tens of thousands in an instant. Qianzhou surrendered. Can ordinary people have this foundation?"

Wu Ming shook his head in his heart and walked away without even caring about the thoughtful gaze in the gauze curtain.

"Holy Maiden?"

After Wu Ming walked away, on the eight-carved sedan chair, a white jade-like palm lifted the curtain, and a girl wearing white veil with a gentle face and a compassionate face appeared. Her hair was draped over her shoulders and a golden ring was tied.

"That person just now..."

The saint of Red Lotus spoke, and the sound was like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley, which made people unconsciously intoxicated when they heard it.

"It's just a little Taoist priest, and it seems that he doesn't dare to care about our Red Lotus Sect!"

A guardian next to him immediately spoke proudly.

"Little Taoist? I have seen him once at the uncle's place. But he was just a fool at that time..."

The saint sighed slightly, and the light flashed in his eyes: "Now this person's expression has changed drastically. Could it be that Uncle Master has achieved great power? But why don't he come to contact my Master?"
Chapter completed!