I changed the world.

Finally, Zhang Taiping spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse: "In that case, I will obey what you say, Master Uncle. However, I would appreciate it if you could give me a few days to prepare."

"Very good..." The old man stroked his long beard with satisfaction, and then slowly disappeared.

Li Jingxin noticed that although the two people inside the tent seemed to be speaking without restraint, the soldiers standing around outside the tent seemed completely oblivious and showed no reaction.

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The view shifted again, still within the tent, but the old man had vanished without a trace.

“Godfather! How could you do this?! ...

"Since childhood, I have followed my adoptive father in spreading his teachings far and wide. Over the years, I have also accompanied him on his campaigns, witnessing firsthand the devastation and suffering of countless lives. Now, we are poised to breach the capital and capture that treacherous emperor to appease the people. Adoptive father, how can you retreat at this crucial moment?!"

"Do you know that the tyrannical emperor is dead?"

"What?! Is it true?!"

“When have I ever lied to you?” Zhang Taiping said calmly. “Yesterday, the army of the Marquis of Beiliang entered the city through the north gate of the capital. Under the pretext of purging the court of corrupt officials, they attacked the Forbidden City. Emperor Sun Xie of Xia threw himself into a well in his palace and died.”

"This..." The young man was momentarily stunned upon hearing this, as if he had lost his bearings for a moment. However, he quickly recovered and said with excitement, "If that's the case, then we should seize the opportunity, attack the capital, and let my godfather take the throne..."

“My ambitions lie elsewhere,” Zhang Taiping said, raising his hand to stop the young man from speaking further. He said solemnly, “Besides, since I started this army, I have already violated many taboos. If it weren’t for my master’s protection, how could I have been allowed to fight my way here?”

"However, times have changed. Now that Emperor Xia is dead, if I continue to act willfully, the various sects will not tolerate me... It is time for me to return to the mountain to receive my punishment."

The young man seemed to understand only half of what he was saying, his face showing a hint of confusion. However, upon hearing this, he still knelt down on one knee, clasped his hands, and said, "Father, there is no need to worry. Even if there really is such a thing... my million Yellow Heaven Dao followers will certainly protect you."

"Fool..."

Zhang Taiping smiled and shook his head, but said nothing more. He then paced back and forth in the tent a few times with his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice, "My mind is made up on this matter, there is no need to persuade me further."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned and stared at the young man's face, saying slowly, "You were raised by your father since childhood. I will now tell you about my origins, and you must remember them well... Your father comes from the great Kunlun sect and is the direct descendant of the Supreme Heavenly Venerable..."

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"I have received news that the various lords are all stirring with ambition, and a great upheaval in the world is imminent. My only concern is for the Yellow Heaven Dao followers in all regions..."

“I, Huang Tiandao, have stirred up a storm in the world this time. Once things have stabilized, I will not be tolerated by those in power. Even the various leaders may have their own plans. I want you to do something.”

"Father, please give your orders..."

“Zhang Shoucheng, from now on, you shall change your name and be called… Lu Shouyan.”

"Those members of the Yellow Heaven Sect who are willing to lay down their arms and return to their fields to live in seclusion in the countryside will all follow you. From now on, you must reorganize the sect and never use Yellow Heaven as your name again... You need to establish a new lineage. Fortunately, I made arrangements for this several years ago. From now on, you will be the patriarch of the Cloud Sky lineage."

The young man's face showed a mixture of bewilderment and expectation: "If it weren't for my adoptive father, who treated me like his own son, I would have long since become a pile of withered bones in this chaotic world. I obey all my adoptive father's orders. However, I fear that my abilities are limited and I may fail to live up to my adoptive father's expectations..."

"It's alright. The Yunxiao lineage originated from your father, so it is a branch of Kunlun. Although I am returning to the mountain to receive punishment, I have already obtained the approval of the elders in the sect. Afterwards, people from Kunlun will come to help you succeed."

Zhang Taiping paused, as if pondering for a moment, and then said, "I know you've always wanted to learn my magic... Fine, since that's the case, I'll pass on to you a scroll of the *Huangtian Wuwei Jing*, hoping you'll diligently protect the sect. However, you must remember to swear a solemn oath never to pass it on to anyone else!"

Chapter 221 The Persecution of Yongchang

“After you, every generation of Yunxiao sect leader who still reveres Kunlun will have someone from Kunlun teach them this method.”

"Your son will heed his adoptive father's teachings... Your son hereby swears that he will never pass this method on to others. From this day forward, the Yunxiao lineage will revere Kunlun for generations to come. If anyone disobeys this, may they be punished by both heaven and man, and die without a burial place..."

"You must remember to do good and benefit all living beings. However, if you encounter difficulties in the future, Kunlun will not stand idly by."

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Lu Shouyan… Could this be the renowned Celestial Master Lu?!

So this is the origin of the Yunxiao lineage...

Although Li Jingxin had heard his master reveal the secrets of the sect's origins before, it was not as direct as seeing it with his own eyes.

However, before he could recover, the scene before him changed again...

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This was a grand Taoist temple, nestled amidst a secluded forest. However, at this moment, a large number of armored and armed warriors had surrounded the temple, and the temple gates were tightly closed. From inside came panicked shouts, running sounds, and even cries.

A general with a leopard tail on both sides of his helmet stood not far from the palace and shouted at two Taoist priests who were obviously there to negotiate: "The Emperor of Great Zhao has issued an edict to abolish all Taoist sects in the world. Yunxiao Temple has defied the decree. Today, I have come here to sweep it away by imperial decree!"

"General, please allow me to explain. My Yunxiao Temple has been established here for over five hundred years, and we have always..." An elderly Taoist priest looked agitated, clearly wanting to argue further.

However, the general did not listen to his rambling. He simply waved his hand, and two armored soldiers beside him drew their swords and slashed down the two Taoist priests.

The two bodies lay dead on the ground, not quite dead yet, twitching slightly, and large patches of blood quickly stained the ground below...

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This is... the Yongchang persecution of Falun Gong?!

From a third-party perspective, Li Jingxin looked at the warriors whose armor clearly had a frontier style and already had a guess in his mind.

During the reign of Emperor Xizong of Northern Qi, the Shiwei tribe rose from the northeast, unified the border regions, and then marched south to attack Qi. Due to the court's complacency and lack of military might, the court lost important towns one after another under the Shiwei's attack. After repeated defeats, the entire court was forced to flee south in an attempt to prolong its existence.

After conquering all of the northern lands, the Shiwei established the state of Great Zhao, historically known as Northern Zhao, thus ushering in the period of confrontation between the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

The Northern Zhao dynasty revered Buddhism, and upon gaining power, it bestowed upon the Tibetan monk Darugha the title of National Preceptor, granting him supreme authority over all religious sects. From then on, Taoism was repeatedly suppressed. Later, the Zhao emperor, heeding slanderous rumors, believed that "Taoism's heart lies with the Southern Qi." He then issued an edict abolishing Taoism, ordering the complete closure of all Taoist temples and monasteries in the north. Because the reign title at the time was "Yongchang," this period is historically known as the Yongchang Persecution of Buddhism.

Yunxiao Temple also suffered a great calamity back then, and some of its disciples fled south to seek refuge, eventually settling down in Yunxiao Mountain in Dinghai.

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"shoot!!"

At this time, a large number of armored soldiers had already occupied the terrain around the palace and temple. At the general's command, a large number of arrows were hurled into the palace and temple...

Screams and cries of agony immediately rose and fell!

"shoot!!"

Another volley of arrows rained down. The entire Yunxiao Temple was a traditional wooden structure, not built for defense. Many parts had not been reinforced, and some walls were directly penetrated by powerful bows and crossbows...

"Fire again!!"

Li Jingxin grew up in Yunxiao Temple and regarded the temple as his home. When he saw this scene, even though he knew it was history, he still felt deeply moved and wished he could send down lightning to strike these barbarian soldiers to death.

However, at this moment, he could do nothing but sit and watch.

After several volleys of arrows, the general waved his hand, and several armored soldiers carried a huge log, which they used to smash open the gate. Then they rushed in...

Shouts of killing, wild laughter, cries, pleas for mercy, and the clanging of weapons rang out in a cacophony.

A short while later, flames broke out in one corner of the palace...

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Then the gaze shifts again...

In the wilderness, surrounded by tall grass that was more than half a person high, a dozen or so people dressed in hemp clothing and with bound legs were walking quickly along an uneven dirt road, each with a look of panic on their faces.

Leading the way was an old man wearing a bamboo hat, holding a bamboo cane, with a sword at his waist. His face showed signs of vicissitude, and his hair was gray.

Apart from this person, everyone around him looked emaciated, and their clothes were mostly filthy.

Then there was a thud, and one of them suddenly fell to the ground. The people around him stopped in their tracks, some pouring water on him and others pressing his philtrum.

“Abbot, Brother Wang must be exhausted from overworking these past few days. He just needs a rest…” A man in hemp clothing approached the middle-aged man and whispered.

The elder in the lead hesitated for a moment, then looked back and paused with his bamboo cane. "Then let's rest for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Ahead lies the Ji River. Once we find a boat to cross it, we can shake off our pursuers!"

Upon hearing this, the people around disregarded the filth on the ground and sat down, rubbing their legs. The exhausted man was carried aside, given some pills, and seemed to have recovered somewhat, able to sit up, though his complexion remained sallow.

Just then, a faint tremor came from the ground. Someone immediately bent down to listen, then quickly stood up and looked at the old man, his face pale: "Abbot, it's a large cavalry force..."

Upon hearing this, despair filled everyone's faces, but the old man slowly narrowed his eyes, as if making a decision. He waved his hand and shouted, "Go! I'll stop you; head towards the Ji River!"

"Abbot!!!"

"Don't forget how you broke through before... I have my own martial arts to protect me. Even without you, I can still hold my own against them."

"But...but..."

"Enough talk! Must we all die here?!" The old man, his hair and beard bristling, waved his hand at the people around him, shouting, "Go now!!! Go now!!!"

Upon hearing this, the people in hemp clothing around them exchanged glances. Though still reluctant, they eventually knelt down one after another, kowtowed to the old man, and then turned and ran away. Even the man who had collapsed from exhaustion stumbled forward with the support of two others.

Once everyone else had gone far away, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, planted his bamboo cane by the roadside, drew his sword from his waist, and with an agility beyond the limits of ordinary humans, darted into the tall grass...

Chapter 222 Sniping in the Wasteland