Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 93 Shout out Taiping, great teacher!
Youzhou, Anping County.

The general drew out half of the blade and froze in place.

He felt the talisman affixed to his armor, and he felt a heavy burden weighing on him, and even with his innate cultivation, he couldn't break it.

"My lord, what should we do?"

The bodyguard next to him, who couldn't move his body, spoke with fear, and asked him a question, as if hesitant.

In this regard, the general was a little silent.

He looked at Ji Qiu and his disciples who were about to drive the thunder and strike the lightning, striding forward to the gathering place a hundred meters away, and said dryly:
"How else?"

"Look at it!"

"I don't know where this lunatic came from. Looking at him, it seems that he wants to lead the disciples to rescue these refugees."

"What is he trying to figure out!"

The general himself was a little unbelievable.

With such a high level of Taoism, moving clouds and rain with waving hands, driving thunder and lightning, and refining Qi to such a level, I am afraid that it is no different from Wu Dao King Kong.

Such a person with great supernatural powers came to rescue these refugees like rootless duckweed?

He couldn't figure it out.

But Ji Qiu didn't need him to figure it out.

With Su Yi and other members of the Taipingmen, Ji Qiu pushed open the wooden gate in front of him against the dark clouds all over the sky.

All of a sudden, everything I looked at was dirty.

It's filthy, literally.

How tidy do you expect the refugees who live in a place with more than 1000 epidemics to keep their residences?
Wearing linen clothes, half lying on the ground, people with dull eyes are everywhere.

Among them are old people, men, women, and children who are only a few years old.
Seeing Ji Qiu walking in with a dozen or so disciples, the eyes of the refugees at the front finally changed a little.

There was an old man in ragged clothes with patches on the top of the cloth, which could barely cover his body. He stood up tremblingly, leaning on a black stick, and stretched out his skinny palms slightly.

His fingers trembled, as if pointing to the place behind Ji Qiu.

That is the barrier that surrounds them here, and only a hundred meters away can lead to the outside world.

But it is this barrier, it is so unattainable to completely overcome it.

The old man didn't pay much attention to Ji Qiu and the disciples behind him, as if they, the energetic people, were as far away as a whole world away from him.

"May I ask you to trouble me and ask a question."

"We, can we go out now?"

The old man's cloudy pupils revealed a bit of longing.

As soon as his words came out, the gazes of the dozens of refugees sitting slumped around all looked at this place together, which was mixed with a little brilliance.

In fact, they all know that they are already waiting to die when they gather here.

But if there is still a glimmer of hope of living, even if it is an extravagant hope, who wants to wait for death in place?
However, Ji Qiu shook his head and said softly:

"The old gentleman is polite, no trouble."

"But if you want to go out, you can't for the time being."

The young man's words were gentle, but they fell in the ears of the people around him, but they were like the whispers of a devil, shattering their last glimmer of hope.

Seeing these people's eyes gradually showing frustration, and when they were about to turn into that numb expression again, Ji Qiu beckoned, leading dozens of talismans to float around his body.

The dome was full of dark clouds, and the young man looked serious at this time, and his hair gently raised:
"However, I am here today to take you all out of this sea of ​​suffering."

"Taiping Dao, Zhang Julu, bring your disciples today"

"Wait for you, get rid of the disease!"

With a soft shout, like the sound of spring thunder, Ji Qiu raised his head, his brows and eyes were lightly closed, and dozens of talismans danced with each other at his fingertips.

His voice spread through the blessing of spiritual energy, spread around this empty gathering place, and reached the ears of all the refugees, making them a little stunned, and then causing a little commotion.

"What's that on Taiping Road?"

"Zhang Julu, I seem to have heard of this name before. It seems that this person came to our county more than a month ago to give alms with talismans!"

"It's that person?"

"It seems to be true."

Gradually, someone started whispering.

As for this, Ji Qiu didn't say much.

The dharma seals in his hands are formed, and he has practiced for three times. In the eyes of Ji Qiu in the late stage of Qi refining, there is actually no barrier at all.

After breaking through this layer of barriers in the first life as Zhenru, the subsequent practice is actually a matter of course.

Just half a year of practice in this world, his main body has already reached the threshold.

Therefore, coming to this world, it only takes more than a year to achieve imperial energy, which is not the slightest reluctance for Ji Qiu.

In the realm of controlling qi, the aura is like a stream. In the past, spells that were less powerful when cast, have already undergone a qualitative change in this realm!

With his index finger and middle finger pinched, he held a talisman that shone with spiritual light. With a solemn expression, Ji Qiu began to cast spells under the awe-inspiring eyes of Su Yi and other disciples.

The boy in yellow opened his arms, bathed in the wind and rain, his sleeves fluttered, and he only uttered softly:
"Call the wind, call the rain!"

The next moment, a strong wind suddenly hit.

Wind, what a strong wind!

Then, the 'tick-tick' rain fell together with the strong wind!

at the same time.

The dozens of talismans around Ji Qiu, driven by his aura, all rushed towards the sky and exploded.

These talismans are all disease-dispelling and qi-nourishing talismans prepared in advance.

At this moment, their effects are stimulated from the sky, coupled with the rain-calling technique borrowed from Ji Qiu's spell, this ordinary rainwater is instantly turned into healing water with vitality and spiritual power!

The strong wind blew the showers, and sprinkled the rainwater on the bodies of every victim, and along the way, washed the dirty and stinking camp thoroughly in an instant!

These talismans stimulate aura and are mixed in the rainwater. Although the aura covered is weak, it is still the best pure aura in the world.

As the spiritual rain fell, the spiritual energy flowed rapidly along the surface of the refugees' skin and along their limbs and skeletons.

The effects of the disease-dispelling talisman and qi-nourishing talisman gradually aroused.

Sickness, disaster, wisps of invisible black energy gradually overflowed from the heads of these many refugees.

Their expressions began to change a little bit.

The heavy rain continued.

The stream-like aura in Ji Qiu's dantian was rapidly being consumed, and the talismans he brought were pouring out as if they didn't cost money.

Soon, the health of some people who were almost dying due to the plague gradually improved.

With blank eyes, they looked at the rain falling from the sky, and at the yellow-clothed figure who was casting spells not far away and calling the wind and rain, their lips squirmed, and their words were dry:
"Is this the fairy?"

Feeling full of body, the refugees gradually gained some weak strength, they stood up.

Then someone took the lead in facing the direction where Ji Qiu was standing, and knelt down on the ground with a 'plop'.

"I'll wait, thank you great virtuous teacher!"

The person who knew Ji Qiu's name took the lead in shouting at the top of his lungs.

In the beginning, there were only scattered figures doing this.

But after that, it was like a chain reaction.

One after another, civilian figures, following the first leader, knelt down and kowtowed to the figure in front of the camp gate during the heavy rain!

The sound of thanks is mixed with crying and sobbing, and the tears of gratitude that weep with joy
How can ordinary people feel the feeling of being pulled from hell to heaven in an instant.

Thousands of words, converged into a thank you.

The chaotic words were mixed together, and under the dark sky, they echoed with the squalling rain, forming a grand scene.

Such a big movement could not help but alarm the county town not far away.

The county government was relatively close to the city gate, so after getting the news, the county magistrate Zhou Wei hurried out of the city with the county lieutenant and the city wall defenders.

He thought it was a riot in the gathering place, or maybe something else happened.

But when he really got out of the city gate, he couldn't help being stunned by the scene before him.

"Xu Dutong, what happened here?!"

Zhou Wei's hair was disheveled. Looking at the gust of wind and the gathering places that were supposed to be burned to ashes in a short time, he was greatly surprised.

At this moment, Xiao Dutong, who had previously intercepted Ji Qiu, was leading his generals a hundred meters away holding bows and crossbows, waiting in full force, with a complicated expression on his face.

When he heard the shout from the Shangguan behind him, he felt even more bitter.

After he told Zhou Wei all the narration in short and long stories, the magistrate of Anping County couldn't help feeling even more absurd.

"Taipingdao, great virtuous teacher, Zhang Julu."

"Isn't this what Duke Lu said, the disciple of the great Confucian Zheng Xiu?"

Taking two steps back again and again, the county magistrate was shocked and puzzled.

He has also heard about this matter.

When he heard that a scribe with such a background came to this remote place to treat diseases, he himself did not pay much attention to it.

How long can the momentary mercy of these children of everyone last?
Maybe it's just a show, or maybe it's just a whim.

Where is there any need to pay attention.

can.

When Zhou Wei looked at the yellow-clothed figure who cast a spell in the distance and cast clouds and rain, and heard the shouts and kneeling that shook the sky.

For the first time he felt,
In this world, it seems that there are really sages.

They watched from outside the gathering place.

And inside, it is also constantly busy.

Ji Qiu used the spiritual energy in his whole body to perform the art of summoning the wind and calling the rain, and supplemented by many talismans, to eliminate all the sickness of the more than a thousand civilians suffering from the epidemic!

But at this time, his magic power has been completely exhausted.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the many civilians who kept kneeling and worshiping, his complexion was a little pale.

Seeing this, Su Yi at the side ran over in a hurry, and wanted to help Ji Qiushi, but the boy in yellow waved his hand gently to refuse, signaling that he didn't need it.

"You don't need to help me, my three-vein fellow practitioner, even if I run out of aura, I'm still a literati and a master of martial arts, not as weak as you think."

"Using all my magic power and combining hundreds of talismans, I barely expelled the plague in this area. Now most of the people's physical condition has improved with the spiritual rain."

"But there may still be some critically ill patients who have not completely eliminated the epidemic gas, so you still need to go to check it. Remember to be careful and don't miss even a single civilian."

"It's a pity that the realm of controlling Qi still doesn't have the power of Daoji Daxiu after all. It's the limit to reach this point."

Facing the concerned gazes of Su Yi and the surrounding disciples, Ji Qiu smiled and shook his head, looked at the civilians who respected him as if they were gods, cleared his throat, and spread the words with the last bit of aura:
"Everyone, be patient a little longer, and you will be free."

"So, please continue to hold on for a while."

"Suffering and disease have all gone away, and these waiting, presumably, will not be as desperate and painful as it was a few days ago."

Calm words, almost without desire, without any joy, anger and sorrow.

Everyone was stunned when they heard the boy's plain and undemanding words.

It turned out that in his eyes, this was just doing an ordinary thing.

Because I want to do it, because I should do it, I do it without expecting anything in return.

Someone's throat rolled, not knowing what to say.

They looked at the disciples under the man's sect and respectfully said 'yes', and then walked forward without stopping, not shying away from the mess on their bodies, and only focused on checking their physical conditions.

They watched the dark clouds in the sky fade away, revealing the rays of light, and a rare rainbow appeared in the sky.

At this time, for some reason, the anguish and despair accumulated in most people's hearts for a long time were swept away.

A small number of people stepped forward and looked longingly at the young man in yellow who was standing straight and loose.

"Great virtuous teacher, what should I do to follow you?!"

When they got to Ji Qiu's side, they wanted to kneel on the ground, but when their knees lost their strength, they were affected by a mental wave, and then stopped kneeling.

At this time, the young man's gentle words came out again, and they kept spreading around:

"The way of peace, all like-minded friends are welcome to follow."

"My lineage is opened up for all living beings. All Li people who believe in the idea of ​​helping the world are my Zhang Julu and my disciples of Taiping Dao."

"So you don't have to follow me all the time, as long as you abide by the teachings of my Taiping Tao in your heart, then no matter where you are, you will always be with me."

Speaking of this, Ji Qiu opened his arms, as if embracing the clear sky after the rain.

He looked at the glow, at the rainbow that day, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

Dao heart accessible.

It's just so fun.

not far away.

The two figures who rode their horses had already stopped for a long time.

The two witnessed what had just happened.

Among them, the young man with slender arms and a face like a crown of jade watched the boy in yellow call the wind and rain, and rescued more than 1000 refugees suffering from severe epidemics with the method of talismans.

He got off the horse, looked at the rosy light in the sky, couldn't help stretching out his palm, and murmured:

"Is this the way you follow?"

"Xuan, I've been taught."

At the same time, in the middle of the sky in the distance, there was a Taoist man who was riding the wind, and he also had a panoramic view of this scene.

"You shouldn't be here at this time."

The Taoist with white beard and hair had a complicated complexion, and seemed to be puzzled, but he was relieved immediately, and there was even a faint sense of affirmation.

He saw with his own eyes that the young man who was doomed to death had gradually changed in his life, and it began to become unclear, and finally it was like a flower in a fog, making it hard to figure out.

The Taoist stroked his long beard lightly, finally nodded and smiled, and said to himself:
"But it may be a good thing for this world."

ps: My friend called me to eat barbecue today, and I’m going to go out later, so I’ve combined this word into more than 4000 chapters today.

In addition, some friends said that I update less. In fact, most of my daily word count is about seven or eight thousand. Your page count is also shown. Compared with the peers, it may be insufficient, but it is definitely more than the following.

When writing this volume, especially the last few chapters, I was in a rather depressed mood, because some chapters may only take 2 minutes for you to finish reading, but for me, it takes half an hour or even a full hour of preparation. hours or even longer.

In this immersive situation, I need to be involved, so I have been immersed in this state, and my heart is very heavy, very anxious, and I don’t even know what to write every day.

It is only because of your daily follow-up reading that I can persist until now.

I'm not a writer who appreciates my own work. On the contrary, I hate the stories I write because I don't think they should be like this, they might be better.

But no matter how I improve, I can't change my perspective.

Perhaps what can comfort me is that the average order and first order of each book will surpass the past.

This should also be an improvement in grades?

Maybe.

Up to now, this volume has almost settled, the protagonist can speed up, and some passionate things should be involved later.

I hope it can be written a little less ugly, right?
Maybe I won't be able to appreciate and face up to myself in my life, but I hope to live up to every reader's subscription.

Such a contradictory idea, tsk, I'm still a hypocritical and happy person, and I have no choice but to spread my hands. JPG.

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