Chapter 763 The Teacher

Pure warm light, like dreamlike starlight and rain, represented the reverse flow of certain laws of [Truth]. All beings gradually recovered, but Wei Yuan looked at the young Daoist who appeared in front of him in disbelief. He took a few steps forward subconsciously, but stopped again, as if the dignified Yu Xu Primordial Heavenly Lord actually felt a trace of fear at this moment.

Fear of what?

Fear that the scene before him was just an illusion, a dreamlike bubble?

Or fear that if he just moved forward, everything he saw would dissipate into nothing?

The young Daoist quietly looked at Wei Yuan, looking at the revival of thousands of people behind him brought about by the complete destruction of the true part of the mythological concept. The corner of his mouth held a gentle smile, and he said, "You've done well, Yuan."

Wei Yuan whispered, "Teacher..."

He saw the sleeves of the young Daoist's robe fluttering, and his body was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred as the light and dust flowed.

The completely unfolded realm of the [Truth] mythological concept.

Equivalent to a briefly realized real world.

The young Daoist in front of him was just a product of this. Because Wei Yuan completely twisted and shattered this mythological concept, he accidentally manifested him. This also meant that when the laws of these true mythological concepts were exhausted, the young man would also leave.

The young Zhang Jiao held a nine-section staff and walked forward step by step, his figure swaying like mist. Wei Yuan had countless words to say in his heart, but for a moment he didn't know what to say. He only heard the young Daoist say with a slightly annoyed expression, "However, you didn't show any mercy with that sword just now."

"It still hurts a bit now."

The young Daoist looked at his disciple.

He and Wei Yuan stood side by side. At this moment, the unparalleled Primordial Heavenly Lord seemed to have become the frail child again.

Wei Yuan said, "Teacher, can't you... stay?"

The young Daoist shook his head and said freely, "This body is just a dream. Yuan, can't you see that clearly?"

He pointed to the sky and smiled, "Of course, I will also fulfill my duty to the Daoist sect."

"My last strength will be with you."

"The heavens are dead, the Yellow Sky shall rise."

"Teacher is also going to find his own 'path'. As for what this era will be like, I have already sensed it when that god released his authority. It's a pity, a pity. If I could be born in this era, then I would open a medical clinic, take in a few apprentices, and then select one or two from these apprentices to inherit the Dao lineage. The work of healing the sick and saving people could be completed."

The young Daoist said with a trace of longing, and sighed:

"Hey, do you think it would be okay for Teacher to be a small lecturer in some university?"

"Hehe, actually, it's enough to have enough to eat and drink every day and be able to teach a few more disciples." The young Daoist rambled on.

"Come, sit down and chat for a while."

He listened to his disciple's stories about this era, listened to his disciple talking about the Yellow Turban Army after his death, listened to him saying that later generations called these farmers who wanted to take back the grain they had planted and take back the fruits of their labor, but couldn't survive, as [thieves], talked about the changes in this era, and talked about this era of increasingly abundant products.

The young Daoist's face showed an undisguised look of longing.

The stars seemed to live in those bright eyes.

Wei Yuan blurted out, "Teacher, you can stay..."

Zhang Jiao laughed loudly, "Stay to do what?"

To do what you want to do.

Wei Yuan couldn't speak, Zhang Jiao just laughed a few times.

He stood up, and his baby-fat face was already full of satisfaction.

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang's ["Are kings, dukes, generals, and ministers born with a noble pedigree?"] was just dissatisfaction with being oppressed.

Their goal was to become a new batch of kings, dukes, generals, and ministers.

But this Daoist, with a lifetime of Dao practice, decades of preaching, and disciples and believers among dignitaries and nobles,

never enjoyed extravagance, never married, did not leave any descendants, was called a [thief] for thousands of years, and was buried after death with only a thin coffin and no other funerary objects, proposed that the world be auspicious, wanting the people to take back what they wanted.

At this moment, he seemed to have obtained what he most hoped to obtain.

Hearing the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening.

He patted Wei Yuan's shoulder and took a step forward. The nine-section staff hit the ground, making a crisp sound. Wei Yuan lowered his hands and eyes, opened his mouth, but said nothing, did nothing, did not try to keep him, just felt a long-standing blockage in his heart, listening to the sound of footsteps and the sound of the nine-section staff disappearing.

The Great Dao is like the blue sky, and now it is finally seen.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, his heart dimmed.

Suddenly, a palm descended from the sky and pressed on his hair, then rubbed it hard.

The young Daoist's gentle voice came:

"Don't always be so listless and sickly."

"Little guy."

The Primordial Heavenly Lord sat cross-legged on the bluestone, lowering his head and eyes, with white hair falling from his temples.

On the Daoist robe, pure karma was used to outline golden纹路, changing in thousands of ways, mysterious and gorgeous.

Behind him, the young Daoist holding the nine-section staff and wearing a tattered Daoist robe bowed slightly, pressing on his disciple's hair.

The young Daoist's tone had a headache, and he said, "Heh... always like this."

"Let me guess, has no one comforted you like this for so many years?"

His tattered Daoist robe sleeves fell on Wei Yuan's black hair. Zhang Jiao, the Primordial Heavenly Lord who had fought all his life, fighting demons and ghosts, eliminating evil miasma, fighting gods above, and slaying demons below, with a sword traversing thirty thousand miles of jade dragon snow python, with sharp edges and no retreat, patted his hair, his voice gentle, with a warm smile, "Well, let Teacher praise you."

"Ah Yuan, you have actually done very well."

"It's been hard, and you're also amazing."

"It must have hurt a lot when you were injured, right?"

"Ahem, let Teacher see, you've grown up very strong. You can already be considered a true cultivator for thousands of years."

He patted Wei Yuan's hair, his movements paused:

"Teacher thinks it's really great that I was able to accept you as a disciple in my life."

The Primordial Heavenly Lord's Daoist robe containing the flow of karma fluttered slightly.

The only person who would comfort and praise the Primordial Heavenly Lord.

Countless people respect me, admire me, and fear me,

But how many people can be like this?

The tattered Daoist robe was taken back, Zhang Jiao carried the nine-section staff, undid the burden behind him, untied the sash around his waist, the wide sleeves covered the wind, the Great Virtuous Teacher chanted the *Taiping Jing*, retracted his right hand, and slowly dispersed into light dust, mixed into the flowing wind, stepping out step by step, smiling and muttering to himself, "This life is complete. Although there are regrets, I have nothing else to ask for."

"Perhaps, I can also go to seek the Dao."

Wei Yuan raised his head and saw the tattered Daoist robe on the young Daoist's body, made of countless people's clothes, dissipate. The yellow scarf danced fiercely, merging into the sky. The young Daoist only had a wooden hairpin to tie his hair, a blue Daoist robe, a bamboo staff, and straw sandals. He held the staff in one hand, stepping into the void step by step, dissipating into nothing, but also having a sense of peace.

The heavens are dead, the Yellow Sky shall rise, the year is Jiazi, the world will be auspicious.

But it is also the Great Virtuous Teacher's great misfortune.

How to obtain peace?

Who can obtain well-being?

Wei Yuan was silent for a long time, then slowly bowed, cupping his hands in the direction where the young Daoist disappeared, and did not get up for a long time.

Above the sky, the Yellow Sky auspicious clouds rolled endlessly, vast and majestic, as if transforming into figures, or perhaps it was just an illusion. Crossing thousands of years, the most decisive young Daoist in the era of the late Yan Han Dynasty finally ushered in his final peace and belonging.

......

A moment ago.

The changes in the yellow clouds above were too vast and magnificent. That kind of momentum was almost like turning the entire sky upside down, and then slamming down frantically in one breath. The flow of clouds roared like thunder. Looking up, one could only see the clouds and the entire sky changing and flowing rapidly, making any living being feel their own insignificance.

Liu Niu raised his head and suddenly froze in a daze.

Then, having lost his memory, he suddenly took a step forward subconsciously, and shouted subconsciously, "The heavens are dead!"

"The Yellow Sky shall rise!"

The shrill and resolute voice startled Jingwei beside him. She turned around abruptly, looking at the seemingly crazy man, seeing this man who had lost his memory for more than a few thousand years suddenly pick up his weapon, as if to participate in some battle, almost instinctively roaring, "Go, go, all go to the back!"

"The Great Virtuous Teacher has left!"

"You can't all stay here. Rush out, rush out, you can always find a way to survive!"

"Go!"

He kept running around, constantly telling everyone to stand up, like a fierce tiger suddenly awakened, as if finally waking up from a sleep of thousands of years, frantically asking everyone, "Have you seen Shuigouzi? Where is he? Sili, where is Sili?!"

"Where is he?!"

"His health is not good! I told you to take care of him!"

"Don't die! All of you pick up your weapons, don't die! Don't die here!"

His movements suddenly froze, and then he suddenly raised the long spear in his right hand high, and roared, "Yellow Turban Army!!!"

"Advance!"

The yellow color wrapped around the long spear suddenly fluttered, like fierce flames, like the spirit of resistance that had not been extinguished for thousands of years, and finally fell down. This almost crazy appearance scared everyone. No one responded, only the lonely long spear stood in this era.

Like an abandoned pawn that had long been abandoned.

Liu Niu gasped violently.

Jingwei restrained her worry and stepped forward, "Uncle Sili... are you awake?" Her voice suddenly stopped.

She saw that the god general's face was unknowingly full of tears, his ink-colored eyes were red, and he choked up:

"Great Virtuous Teacher..."

'Hey, my name is Zhang Jiao.'

'Do you want to come with me?'

'You can eat your fill.'

'Everyone can eat their fill.'

ps: Second update today... three thousand words.

Not easy to write, lying down.