Yellow Turbans Gathering

Since the Nine-section Staff had been repaired, the people did not stay in the capital any longer. They left the capital the next day in two routes, one real and one fake, and then went to the Tianshi Mansion from two routes, one real and one fake, one real and one fake. To Wei Yuan's surprise, it was the old man of the Lin family, Lin Shouyi, who followed them along the way.

He even brought the treasure box containing the Nine-section Staff, which was still covered with patterns that could seal the breath.

After Wei Yuan was surprised, he thought about it for a while and figured out the reason why the other party did this.

If it is real, it is fake, and if it is fake, it is real. The Taiping Dao on the opposite side is not a fool. They must have guessed the reason for the two routes. They can understand that the Tianshi Mansion is using one side as bait and the other side is hiding in secret. In this case, the other party can only split into two routes, but it is more likely that the hidden route will be the main target.

They will lead most of the main forces to surround it.

When part of the main force of the Taiping Dao was attracted to the side that was hiding in secret and sneaking away.

You will find that you have worked hard but have failed.

These old Taoist priests are all cunning old foxes.

Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows and ignored this matter. He closed his eyes and meditated, because the replacement clothes in the capital were prepared by the Taoist sect. He was now wearing a black shirt with Song Dynasty buttons, with slightly wider cuffs, and combat boots with stronger grip on his feet.

He took off the piano case and put it beside him. He wore black fingerless gloves on his right hand.

Lin Li looked at Wei Yuan in the rearview mirror, with a strange and curious look in his eyes.

What is the identity of this guy? Even the old man calls him the owner of the hall.

But it is not easy to talk about this matter. Even if she does, she estimates that her grandfather will not tell her. Lin Li can only look back with a bit of depression. Guangzong City is not far from the capital. In order to avoid the possible encounter and harm to innocent people, everyone still chose a more hidden and remote route.

There was only one car roaring on the road.

After driving for a while, the old man suddenly realized something was wrong, frowned slightly, and raised his hand to let the driver stop.

Lin Li asked curiously.

Lin Shouyi replied slowly: "There is something wrong with the air around here. There may be a trap ahead."

"Trap?"

"Of course, those guys from Taiping Dao will not let it go so easily."

"What's more, this is Guangzong."

Lin Shouyi's tone turned cold, but he was worried that Wei Yuan next to him might have a relationship with Taiping Dao, so he didn't say the name of the evil cultivator. Everyone got off the car and was cautious. Wei Yuan opened his eyes and followed him down. The surrounding environment looked ordinary and there was nothing special. There was a small river flowing by.

Wei Yuan stared at the river that was no longer turbulent and remained silent.

Although Lin Shouyi was alert at first, he was not too worried. He had learned all his skills from the true teachings of Shangqing Sect. He took out a talisman with the intention of measuring the degree of danger here, but the talisman just burned quickly in front of his eyes and turned into ashes.

The old man's expression slowly solidified.

Wei Yuan looked at the river flowing slowly beside him, and after a long while, he said, "This is Guangzong."

"This is where the Yellow Turbans fought their last battle. Since the other side is fighting here, they will definitely choose to prepare in advance and make the most of the geographical advantage. Otherwise, they will be too unworthy of the name of Taiping Dao."

Lin Shouyi seemed to remember something, his face changed slightly, and he looked at Wei Yuan and said:

"Master Wei, what do you mean..."

Wei Yuan took off the sword case, put it on the ground next to him, and put his palm on the sword case, saying, "Yes."

"This is the end of the ancient Yellow Turbans, and also the end of Taiping Dao."

"A total of 100,000 people died in the battle before and after this place."

"100,000 people?!"

Lin Li exclaimed in a low voice, and then as a practitioner, the faces of several people changed in an instant.

This is the place where the Yellow Turbans died. For the Taiping Dao monks, this is almost their absolute home ground. The obsession of the ancient Yellow Turbans that remains in the mountains and rivers, even if it has been worn out for thousands of years and only one in ten remains, is enough to be called terrifying.

Lin Shouyi immediately performed magic, and talismans were scattered one after another. He raised his hand to the Three Mountains Jue, and then pressed the ground.

It was the Tianshi Diting Altar that Wei Yuan had used in Weiming Sect. Lin Shouyi was a direct descendant of Shangqing Sect. This kind of altar with auxiliary nature, which was common to all talismans, was not difficult for him. His consciousness and spirituality increased, and then he followed the traces of mysterious energy.

He saw monks wearing Taoist robes in a hidden place, saw them breaking the ground to build an altar, saw talismans scattered there, saw people with profound Taoism, standing on the altar to perform rituals, and even saw ancient yellow talismans hanging in the air.

The person who opened the altar swept his eyes over and slashed with the sword in his hand.

Lin Shouyi groaned and fell back half a step.

His vision slowly returned to normal. He saw Lin Li supporting him. Several people around him looked worried. The old man recalled the scene he had just seen. His face changed slightly and he said slowly: "The Taiping Dao monks did start preparing early. They opened the altar."

.........

"We were discovered."

In a hidden place, he waved his sword to cut off the peeping Taiping Dao monks who frowned, and then he didn't care. He signaled the other disciples to continue to cast spells and open the altar. They knew the possible route of the Tianshi Mansion in advance, and held the ceremony here in advance. The purpose is to take advantage of the remaining evil spirits and obsessions in Guangzong to capture all the people in the future.

Even though it has been a long time since the war.

However, a total of 100,000 people died, and among them there was even a true cultivator at the level of a generation of heavenly masters. More than 50,000 people were driven into the water and died. Flowing water is actually a kind of evil. The lack of evil spirits in such a place can only mean that the resentment has been transcended.

However, the obsession of evil spirits is like the scars left by the battle formation, which cannot be completely hidden.

With the help of complicated rituals and the talismans passed down from generation to generation since the Yellow Turban Army of the Taiping Dao, it is enough to connect with the obsession left by these souls, and the large altar composed of more than 500 people allows them to appear briefly in the world.

They started preparing the altar as early as after the last failure.

It took seven full days, corresponding to the seven stars, and then stopped briefly at the last key node.

Then the altar was moved to Guangzong to complete the last step.

This will affect the final effectiveness of the altar, but it will not lead to failure. Compared with the simple altars formed in a short time, this kind of ceremony that requires long-term and large-scale preparation can obviously play a greater effect.

The person presiding over the altar held a thunder-struck peach wood sword, wore an apricot-yellow Bagua robe, a yellow scarf on his head, and held a magic weapon. There were thirty-six bright lights around him, representing the positions of the thirty-six leaders, and one hundred and eight ancient talismans. In addition, there were five hundred Taiping monks who had prayed before, which was already the top-level configuration except for the thousand-person grand ceremony.

Even so, he still felt exhausted.

The years were too long.

It was difficult to make those ancient yellow scarf obsessions respond to him.

Finally, he clapped his magic weapon heavily, and vaguely, the soul of Taiping Dao finally appeared slowly.

......

After Lin Shouyi said that the other party had prepared a ritual for the altar, everyone's thoughts stagnated for a moment, and then subconsciously prepared to withdraw from the area of ​​Guangzong City to avoid the influence of the ritual, but in this world, the altar in the distance had a faint aura that directly locked on this place.

Obviously, once they retreat, they will inevitably be attacked.

That is equivalent to showing their backs to others.

For a moment, no one had a good way to deal with it. Lin Shouyi was silent for a while and looked at Wei Yuan. He always felt that since the latter knew that this was the place where the Yellow Turban Army fought, he took the initiative to come here, so he should not fall into a trap. After thinking for a while, he slowly said: "Master Wei, do you have any response?"

He found that the museum owner who had been calm before often lost his mind when he came here.

When everyone's eyes were looking over, Wei Yuan seemed to come back to his senses and replied:

"I do have a way to deal with it."

"Since the other party has opened the altar ceremony, we can naturally do it too."

Lin Shouyi was slightly startled, and then he heard the meaning of this, and looked at Wei Yuan with a slightly surprised look.

Both sides opened the altar, is this a fight?

Lin Li and the other two suddenly remembered that Wei Yuan had said before that he also knew a little about the Taiping Dao. They suddenly realized that the layout of this place was beneficial to the Taiping Dao, but it was aimed at the Taiping Dao, not the people.

Wei Yuan paused, looked at Lin Shouyi, and said:

"However, old man, please lend me the nine-section staff."

Lin Shouyi pondered for a moment, took out the sealed nine-section staff, and handed it to Wei Yuan.

A pair of eyes stared at him intently. When he saw Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and held the nine-section staff, and the secret text on the nine-section staff did not light up, did not emit a burning breath, and Wei Yuan did not feel pain like before, the old man's pupils shrank slightly, and then quickly returned to normal.

Wei Yuan held the nine-section staff.

Lin Li asked hurriedly, "Master Wei, what do you need to prepare for the ritual?"

He Yangwen of the Shenxiao Sect had already found many materials for the ritual in the carriage.

Eight trigrams plates, sandalwood, yellow talismans and the like were all available. He said with regret:

"I only brought these materials with me, and I'm afraid they can't be compared with those used by the Taiping Dao."

Zhao Jianbai also had a headache. With only a few people, it was still unclear whether the ritual could be successful. Moreover, it was always at a disadvantage to fight against those who were intentional. After thinking about it, he felt a little uneasy and asked, "Master Wei, do you have any talismans related to the Yellow Turbans?"

"The Yellow Turban Taiping Dao is not much different from my talisman school. After all, it has been in decline for a thousand years."

"Besides, it is still an ancient place. If you want to connect with the remnant souls here, you probably need to have a talisman that exists with them. As for the things of fate, such as the talismans they left behind and the instruments they used, if there were no such items, I am afraid that the difficulty of the altar would increase significantly. "

Wei Yuan replied: "Thank you for your concern."

He looked at his palm and said softly:

"As for the things of fate."

"Probably... there are some."

Under the gaze of everyone, he stepped forward with the nine-section staff in his hand. He had already felt the hidden obsession. After thinking about it, he felt that it would not be good if he said nothing. After a long silence, Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes and said:

"The blue sky is dead."

"The yellow sky should be established..."

The nine-section staff in his hand gently touched the ground.

In another place, the people of Taiping Dao were hiding in a hidden place. With the help of modern optical instruments, they saw this scene and sneered faintly. There was no altar, no ritual, and no relics such as ancient talismans to create fate with the ancient residual souls. They still wanted to summon the power that had been away for two thousand years?

It's impossible to mobilize power like this...

Hua La——

The sound of the battle robe shaking, or the sound of the battle flag shaking.

? ? !

The voice of the Taiping Dao monk suddenly stopped.

They were stunned, staring at the front with wide eyes, the scenery that could not appear in reality.

The bloody smell on the swords and knives appeared in this modern desolate place with the hot wind and sand, occupying the original road. Then, there were blue bricks and stones, and raised battle flags. An entire ancient city actually rose from the ground.

This is a ghost domain, but it is not a ghost domain. This is not a world built by a ghost king and separated from the human world, but a dream and memory shared by thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people. The Taiping Dao monk presided over the altar and suddenly screamed, his face was pale, blood spurted from his mouth, and he fell straight to the ground.

The souls of the Yellow Turban Army that were recruited with great effort disappeared directly at this moment.

Then he ran towards the city.

The ancient talisman spontaneously ignited, accompanied by a crackling sound, and the altar that took a lot of effort to create collapsed in an instant.

The Taoist was helped up by the crowd, holding his chest, and couldn't believe that the altar he and others built with the largest specifications, why did the other party just say a word and abandon him and go back there directly? He staggered to stand firm, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and couldn't find a reason. Finally, with fanaticism in his eyes, he said:

"It must be the effect of the nine-section staff."

"That is the real treasure!"

And Wei Yuan looked at the gathered figures, seeing that their faces were either familiar, or even a little strange to him, but they all appeared here without hesitation and stood in front of him. They were wearing ragged clothes, they were holding worn-out weapons, and they wore yellow scarves on their foreheads.

They have been gone for two thousand years.

But when he held the nine-section staff, when he shouted out the promise he had made again.

So they once again crossed death and gathered under the banner of the Yellow Turban without hesitation, with a look of perseverance and a hint of tenderness in their eyes.

Do you still need us to wait?

Do you still need our strength?

Even if you are already dead, if you want it, take it.

Wei Yuan held the nine-section staff and raised it gently, and then was silent for a long time, and whispered the previous words: "The year is Jiazi..."

He did not say the next sentence.

Because in the next moment, the remaining obsession of 100,000 Yellow Turbans, both men and women, took a step forward.

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded.

Then, there was the initial obsession that crossed life and death, which turned into a vast roar, and turned into unwillingness and roars to the sky above. They responded as if these words had been engraved in their souls.

"Good luck to the world!"

Lin Shouyi widened his eyes and his body trembled faintly.

He saw a full 100,000 Yellow Turbans standing in front of him. They had died long ago, but the remaining obsessions were unwilling to stay here. They raised their heads, their expressions were so angry and unwilling, but they were only wearing ragged clothes, and their roars and snarls came from the sadness of the past, so they were more generous and tragic.

If the power of these 100,000 residual souls and obsessions is used, it will be enough to open up a new Taoist tradition in this era.

He looked at the museum owner.

He saw that the young man was no longer wearing a Song Dynasty buttoned top, but wearing combat boots and short hair.

In the dream that gathered millions of people, it was a healthy teenager.

He wore a clean Taoist robe made of linen, with long black hair hanging down his back, and he held a nine-section staff.

Wei Yuan took a deep breath and looked at the Yellow Turban Army waiting for orders in front of him. Looking at them, the nine-section staff in his hand gently touched the ground, and he walked forward step by step, reciting the Taoist Canon in a low voice.

Lin Shouyi was stunned when he heard the Taoist text, because this was not a way of fighting, but a way of salvation from the Taiping Department that had been lost in this era. He immediately thought of the record of the Nine-section Staff -

The most precious treasure of Taoism, it can not only summon gods and exorcise ghosts, but also deal with the affairs of nine people and nine spirits, it can control all things in heaven and earth, and can save people and achieve the Tao.

This is the Taiping Soul Guide.

The young Taoist looked gentle and calm, stepping forward, looking at those familiar people, and speaking one by one.

No one will starve to death anymore.

Everyone can eat noodles, meat, whatever they want to eat.

So... there will be no more people who starve to death because they can't eat like that time.

Some clothes should be gorgeous.

Malt is really sweet.

He raised his head and looked at those familiar faces with a calm expression.

We fought side by side, we lived and died together.

Then how can I make you restless after death?

How can you let your last obsession be spent on fighting?

Don't worry, this time, just leave it to A Yuan.

The young Taoist held the nine-section staff in one hand and whispered:

"Wuyou, Wunian."

"Yong'an..."

You don't have to worry about me, and you don't have to protect me, I will be fine.

It's tiring to persist for two thousand years, take a good rest.

The young Taoist in a linen Taoist robe stood quietly in this ancient city. He walked here again, passing by the stone road dripping when it rained, and the earthenware pots cooking porridge. The faces of the Yellow Turban Army, who were obsessed with this and disturbed by the power of countless generations of Taiping Dao monks, gradually softened, began to slowly dissipate, and finally turned into a faint light dust.

The obsessions of more than 100,000 souls all dissipated and returned to the world.

This is the resentment and worry that the Taoist practices of all generations could not completely dispel.

It's like the vast starry sky falling on the earth.

People's persistence and courage to resist are as dazzling as stars.

The young Taoist stood in the scattered light, his expression quiet and lonely.

......…

Finally, there was a figure that never left.

That was a man wearing tattered armor and holding a weapon. Even the Taiping Soul Guide did not let him give up his persistence. He had white hair on his temples and yellow scarves on his arms. The Yellow Scarf Army general who had blocked the way looked at the young Taoist in front of him. Wei Yuan looked at the familiar yet strange face quietly.

This was the remaining obsession, without consciousness, but the strong obsession of the fighting spirit.

Wei Yuan raised his head.

The fighting spirit slowly lowered its head and looked at him. Then, Liu Niu, who should have been just a simple obsession, seemed to recognize the child who had sat on his shoulder after two thousand years of absence, and slowly said:

"A Yuan..."

"You, escaped?"

Wei Yuan's mind was shaken, and his reason still knew that this was not Liu Niu, but the latter's remaining obsession and unwillingness. Even so, he still nodded and responded:

"Yeah."

The fighting spirit murmured, and then smiled:

"So, are you doing well..."

Wei Yuan's nose was sour.

This was the second thing Liu Niu couldn't let go of.

In the distance, Lin Shouyi and Lin Li, who had never stepped into the Yellow Turban Obsession, and the Taoist Taiping in the distance, saw the museum curator who was obviously unfathomable and opened his mouth. His calm face showed a bright smile like a child. He was obviously smiling, but tears were streaming down his face, and he nodded heavily.

"Hmm!"

"Is that so..."

A big hand rubbed his head heavily, and the fighting spirit that had been obsessed with this place for two thousand years murmured with satisfaction. "Great..."

The familiar figure disappeared in front of Wei Yuan.

The Yellow Turban warriors who dispersed contentedly disappeared, leaving only the yellow turban on their foreheads. Somehow, it continued to exist across the long years and fell down. The young Taoist reached out and took the blood-stained yellow turban.

Then, he tied the yellow turban that had once flown on Liu Niu's forehead heavily around his arm.

Just like what the man did two thousand years ago.

Hua La——

The yellow turban rose like fire with the wind.

Even if this last domain, which was formed by the obsession of many Yellow Turban soldiers, has dispersed, it still exists.

The young Taoist turned around and took a step forward. His linen robe turned into modern clothes. His eyebrows were calm but his eyes were fierce. At that moment, he raised the nine-section staff in his hand. The last domain flowed into the nine-section staff like a flame. There was no one behind him, and there were millions of people behind him.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes and stared at those Taiping Dao monks who dared to show up until this moment.

The young Taoist who was once protected by everyone stood in the front this time.

Alone, he whispered in his heart——

Yellow Turban Army.

March forward.