Chapter 178 The Savior Has Come In

front of a dilapidated village.

The ground was still a little muddy after the rain. The fishy smell of earth and the stench from the road mixed together, giving off an unbearable strange smell. The ground was not clean at all. If you stepped on it with your shoes, you would get large patches of mud or filth on you.

"Hurry up! The rain has finally stopped. If we don't evacuate now, no matter if the Four-Nation Alliance or the imperial court comes, they will not let us off easily!"

A middle-aged man with an untidy beard was striding along the muddy road, shouting loudly from time to time.

As his voice spread, the crowd, which already seemed quite busy, moved even faster, and occasionally the crying of children could be heard.

"Aunt Liu, you don't need to bring so many things! Put down the table, we are fleeing! Who would bring a table with them when fleeing? Don't you want to live?!"

The middle-aged man walked up to a house that was packed with large and small bags, and even had a table, and said helplessly.

"This table is made of the finest mahogany. It was my dowry and is worth a lot of money." Aunt Liu gritted her teeth, feeling reluctant to part with it.

"Yes, yes, yes. But no matter how valuable it is, it's not as valuable as life, right? We can't take this thing away, it's different from before. We lost, this time we have to flee, it's fleeing! Whoever runs slower will be in trouble! Even if this thing is made of gold, it won't work!"

The middle-aged man said helplessly.

"How come you lost so quickly?"

Aunt Liu cried, "We haven't had a few years of peace yet, and you have to leave again! If you leave, we won't be able to grow crops in the fields. It will take another year to get to the new place, and we won't even have food to eat."

"Let's take it one step at a time."

The middle-aged man's eyes darkened, and without saying anything more, he walked towards the next place.

Only Aunt Liu was left behind, and she continued to say unwillingly: "We have paid all the taxes. Why can't we make ends meet?"

This is a village occupied by the White Lotus Sect.

To be precise, they should be a group of farmers who defected to the White Lotus Sect.

Rebellion is not something that can be done with just one word. It requires occupying territory, expanding influence, recruiting people, and facing the imperial court's encirclement and suppression.

In order to maintain the fighting power of the White Lotus Sect, they had to collect taxes, and the taxes were no lower than those of the imperial court—in fact, they were more! But the good thing was that there were no other exorbitant taxes, and they could collect whatever they wanted.

In addition, most of the people who come here to seek refuge are actually brought in by their fellow villagers, so although life is difficult, at least they can get by.

The premise is not to lose the battle.

However, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. When the leader of the White Lotus Sect had not yet left, the White Lotus Sect could still fight against the imperial court's troops and could still hold on even with a slight disadvantage.

Unfortunately, after the leader of the White Lotus Sect disappeared with a group of core members, the situation of the White Lotus Sect plummeted and it was almost like a complete collapse.

By now, we have actually started to go our separate ways.

"Hurry up! Bring more food and less heavy stuff! If you fall behind on the road, no one will come to rescue you! What are you doing carrying two pots?"

The middle-aged man came to another house and cursed at the boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old in front of him.

"Uncle Zhong, the pot must be used, right?"

The boy carried a pot on his back and another pot in his arms, and his clothes were covered with dust. "This is a good iron pot! If we bring it with us, we can save a lot of people from carrying less. And the food should be cooked before eating, right? How can we just eat it raw?"

Zhong Yan was silent for a moment, "How far can you go with these two guys?"

"Go as far as you can!"

The young man patted the large iron pot in his hand and said, "This thing is a good thing. It can block even a knife attack. It is not much worse than those armors."

"If you like."

Zhong Yan stopped persuading him.

Just as he was about to go to the next place to urge them, he suddenly heard the young man ask, "Uncle Zhong, how did the White Lotus Sect fail?"

Zhong Yan looked back.

The boy looked a little frustrated and confused, "Didn't they say that the big month has come to an end?"

This question is difficult to answer.

Zhong Yan thought for a moment and said, "We are just defeated, not dead. Being alive is better than anything else. Try your best to survive. Who knows, Dayue might die tomorrow?"

There wasn't much time for small talk.

As the saying goes, good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly.

He had already received news that the war between the Huangtian Army, the Mohists and the Four-Nation Alliance in Yangzhou was extremely unfavorable, and arrangements had already been made for the people to cross the Yuan River and migrate to Yuzhou.

Judging from the time when he received the news, I'm afraid the entire Yangzhou had already been completely lost!

When it rains, it leaks; when it rains, it leaks.

At this time, the White Lotus Sect was defeated again, casting a heavy shadow on the already chaotic situation.

There were fleeing peasants everywhere. Looking around, the Four-Nation Allied Forces, the Dayue Temple, and even the Huang Tian Army were all enemies.

No one knows where the way out is.

After running through the entire village, Zhong Yan stood at the entrance of the village, watching neighbors, one by one, with their families, walk out of their new homes, where they had not lived for a few years, and he looked back every few steps.

Walking at the end was a white-haired old man. He didn't carry anything, just a jujube wood cane. His dim and old eyes silently watched a group of people who had grown up with him walk away step by step, leaving their hometown. His dark and skinny face was as silent and quiet as dry bark.

Zhong Yan ran over quickly and shouted, "Uncle San, where are your things?!"

The old man turned his gaze to him and paused for a moment before reacting, "Zhong boy."

"Uncle San, hurry up and pack up! We'll be late if we wait." Zhong Yan said anxiously.

"No, no, no."

The old man shook his head. "At my age, I've lived enough. I can't live any more. The road is not easy to walk on. You should be careful on the road. I'm going to stay here and not go anywhere."

"What are you talking about?"

Zhong Yan frowned, "I'm not dead yet, I'll take you with me!"

At that time, his third uncle's child joined the White Lotus Sect with him and fought against the imperial court. He was lucky and saved his life.

But several of my third uncle's children died on the battlefield.

There will be casualties in wars. There is no way around it.

The remaining women and children might be looked after by someone, but the remaining elderly and weak can only leave it to fate. At this time of year, sympathy cannot be eaten. It's okay to give them relief occasionally, but if you really take them with you, it will only cause countless troubles.

"Leave? Where to?"

Uncle San shook his head slowly, stretched out a finger that had been cut off for some reason, and pointed at his head. "I'm old, my ears are almost deaf, my eyes are almost blind, but my brain is still good. I was educated for a few years back then. Sometimes, you just have to accept your fate."

He looked ahead at the neighbors who were trying to move to the next safe place with their families, "When will this day end? How do you say it? Linger on, yes, linger on."

The jujube wood cane hit the ground heavily several times, splashing drops of mud and filth, and the old man repeated: "A dog that has lost its home, lingering on!"

"A tree that is moved will die, but a person who moves will live. Being alive is better than being dead. Uncle San, don't be stubborn. Pack up quickly and I'll take you with me."

Zhong Yan looked at the sky and said anxiously, "It has just stopped raining. It rains a lot this season. If we don't hurry on while the weather is clear, it will rain again. If we don't stop raining, we won't be able to travel. That will be troublesome!"

"Winter is coming soon. If we leave now, how many more days can we expect to live?"

The old man still shook his head, "You guys go. I'm old and can't walk anymore. Whoever wants my life, let him take it."

"Don't say that. Does Mo Qiu know Mo Zi? He is a natural saint. He brought Mozi to Yuzhou. Everyone says he is a natural saint. He may have a way out that we can't see. Emperor Zong Ming was killed by him. If you don't believe me, how can you not believe in saints? Let's go, Third Uncle. We can't waste time!"

Zhong Yan was still trying to comfort him, and even moved Mo Qiu out.

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Yuzhou and Yangzhou are adjacent to each other, so Moqiu's reputation naturally spread. In addition, Wang Mang spared no effort to flatter him during the White Lotus Sect, which made many people have a general understanding of what Moqiu did. Even if they didn't know it too clearly, they understood that he was an out-and-out good person.

"Don't try to deceive me. I have eaten more salt than those brats have eaten rice. What have I not seen? Born a saint? Can a saint create a million-strong army? You are just deceiving yourself!"

The old man's hair was all gray, but his voice was still powerful. "Those people just hoped that someone would suddenly come out to save them so that they could feel better. I've lived to this age and I've figured it out. If you want to rely on others, you won't get far."

"Third uncle."

Zhong Yan's brows furrowed tightly.

"You should go too. You are still young and have a future. I am an old man, and I am just a bunch of rotten bones. What is there to hide for?"

Uncle San stopped arguing with him. He knocked the jujube wood stick in his hand on the muddy ground and walked towards the village with his hunched and old figure.

He was clearly heading home, but he was going in the opposite direction of the people in the village, getting farther and farther away.

Zhong Yan's eyes were a little moist, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end. After a moment of silence, he left the village and walked forward.

Before they left the village too far, there was a sudden commotion in front of the crowd.

Zhong Yan's eyes darkened. He had just left the village, so he shouldn't have run into any group of people. He pressed his hand on the sword in his arms, walked forward, and asked, "What's going on?"

But then a man was seen riding a tall horse, shouting loudly: "Don't run! No need to run! Hall Master Wang has ordered everyone to return home, the savior is here!"

Hearing his voice, Zhong Yan froze in place. After a moment, he seemed to wake up from a dream and rushed over like those crazy villagers, "I am from Hongyang Hall! What exactly is going on? When did Hall Master Wang give the order? Didn't the last order tell us to evacuate? Who is the savior?!"

He asked questions one after another, with thousands of doubts hidden in his heart.

"Master Wang has returned and settled in Qiuye Village! I don't know who the savior is. If it was someone from Hongyang Hall, please go over quickly. Master Wang has new orders! Don't all surround me, disperse quickly, I still have to notify the next village!"

The man on horseback kept shouting loudly, and his voice became a little hoarse.

"Drink some water first, then say a few words."

Zhong Yan handed over a water bag and asked, "When did Hall Master Wang's order come out?"

"Three days ago, Hall Master Wang said that he had a way to solve the problem between the imperial court and the four-nation coalition. I don't know the details, but I was sent here to inform everyone that they don't need to run around anymore and just stay put!"

The man said, "If you want to know more, go to Akino Village and ask. Hall Master Wang and his men are staying there, and the Saint is also there! I have to continue notifying them!"

After saying that, he immediately took advantage of the gap in the crowd and spurred his horse to gallop towards the next place.

Zhong Yan thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and said: "Everyone in the village should go back first, I will go to Qiuye Village to see what the situation is!"

Now that autumn is about to pass and winter is about to come, who would be willing to flee at this time if they can avoid leaving their hometown? Similar scenes are constantly happening in various places.

The people who originally belonged to Hongyang Hall also began to gather towards Akino Village, wanting to know what kind of savior could make Hall Master Wang issue such an order and change his previous decision.

Not far from Akino Village, on the banks of the Yuan River.

Gu Dan stood in front of the river, quietly watching the people in the distance gathering towards Akino Village.

Next to him was Xun Ke.

"At this rate, it won't be long before Master Mo will receive our news, right? After such a long time, I can finally see Master Mo again!"

Xun Ke's voice sounded a little excited.

Mo Qiu brought him from Yuzhou to the imperial capital, and he stayed in the Gu family courtyard ever since.

Although he was nominally a disciple of Mo Qiu, he had actually been practicing with Gu Dan all along.

It has been more than six years since Mo Qiu killed the emperor and left the imperial capital.

He had a lot of ideas in his mind that he wanted to discuss and communicate with Master Mo.

"Yes."

Gu Dan nodded.

First, appease the people in Yuzhou, then clean up the internal pests. The news will spread out quickly, and by then Moqiu will definitely receive the message.

When brothers work together, they can cut through metal.

He is responsible for ending the chaos, but as for construction, let the people of this era take on the task.

The immortal way does not allow the existence of variables. After all, there is not much he can do, otherwise good things will turn into bad things.

"Huh? What are those people doing?"

As he spoke, Xun Ke's eyes narrowed slightly.

I saw two groups of people holding long swords, rushing towards Akino Village with murderous intent.

From a distance, you can hear a strong roar.

"Wang Mang! You want to rebel against the White Lotus?!"

(End of this chapter)