Late Han Dynasty: Did the Yellow Emperor truly descend?

Chapter 3 I came from the Yellow Heaven, and they will surely return to the Yellow Heaven.

Li Sheng turned his back to them and looked at the victims in the shallow pit.

"Aren't you curious about what happened to me?"

Li Sheng's words piqued the curiosity of the six people, instantly overshadowing their desire to escape.

"Yeah, Sheng-ge, what exactly happened?"

They wouldn't have dared to ask before, but since Li Sheng brought it up, they became bolder.

"Actually, I was already dead before."

"what!"

Everyone looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

They knew that the dead could not be brought back to life!

Even the immortal masters of the Taiping Dao have never demonstrated such immortal techniques.

Li Sheng continued.

"After I died, my soul returned to the Yellow Heaven, where I met the Supreme God of the Central Yellow Heaven and understood my identity and responsibilities. The Supreme God told me that my mission was not yet complete, so he sent me back to the human world."

"ah?!"

Everyone was shocked and lost their composure.

Yes, that explains it.

The immortal masters of the Way of Peace cannot perform the magic of resurrecting the dead, but that does not mean that the supreme Taiyi God cannot do it.

If the God of Taiyi were to intervene, reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bones would be commonplace.

They quickly focused their attention on what Li Sheng had said.

Identity? Responsibility? Mission?

Is Brother Sheng a god descended from heaven?

The shock of this conjecture was no less than when they saw Li Sheng resurrected.

However, Li Sheng did not continue to explain in detail to them at this time.

Instead, he molded clay into a platform, building a crude altar. He had no flags or banners, so he used the iron halberd in his hand as a marker, planting it in front of the altar; he had no talismans or registers, so he tore off a corner of his clothes, bit his fingertip, drew talismans with his blood, and then threw them into a shallow pit.

The rain had not stopped, and the thunder was fading into the distance.

Li Sheng stood before the earthen altar, his robes soaked through, yet his posture was ramrod straight, like a priest stepping out of an ancient painting.

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if listening to celestial music, then opened them, raised his right hand, pointed to the heavens, and began to chant while performing the "Yu Step":

"When chaos first separated, the Yellow Heaven was established."

With the death of Heaven, the cycle of sixty years shall take its place.

O soul, return! Do not linger in this desolate place.

May your spirit rest in peace, and refrain from resentment and rage.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried far in the post-rain silence. The six followers shuddered and involuntarily knelt down.

"The Central Yellow One shines down upon the earth."

Grant me a talisman to deliver your soul from suffering.

The Eastern Peak gathers the body's essence, while the Western Kunlun Mountains refine the internal organs.

Southern elixir injects health, and northern elixir nourishes decay. "

As Li Sheng sang, he walked with strange steps, turning left and right in front of the earthen altar, each step splashing water into the mud.

His figure flickered in and out of the twilight, as if truly connected to another world.

"The dead are gone, but the living shall continue."

A yellow turban covers the forehead, a promise of peace.

There are no soldiers or disasters, no cold or fierce weather.

Food is eaten in a land of bliss, clothing is worn amidst the rosy clouds.

At this point in his song, he stopped and untied the yellow turban from his head. It was the turban he wore on his forehead as a follower of the Taiping Dao (Taiping Dao) during his lifetime, and it was now stained dark red with blood.

He tied a yellow cloth to the top of the iron halberd, stood it up in front of the altar, and let the wind blow it.

"O soul, return!"

Enjoy this blood offering, and do not become a wandering ghost.

O soul, be at peace!

May they return to the Yellow Heaven, where they will never suffer further pain or destruction.

—To be in harmony with the Tao, and to attain longevity and immortality!

After singing the last line, Li Sheng slowly finished, the lingering sound echoing in the wilderness.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and let the rain fall again, hitting his face.

Before the earthen altar, the six followers were already in tears, prostrating themselves on the ground, muttering something.

The way they looked at Li Sheng was no longer curiosity and fear, but genuine awe, as if they were looking up at a god.

Although they couldn't quite understand what Li Sheng was chanting, they caught a phrase or two before passing away.

With Li Sheng presiding over the ceremony, the brothers will not become wandering ghosts, but will enter the peaceful and prosperous world to enjoy eternal peace.

Their faces were filled with endless hope and longing; they even wished that they were the ones lying in the pit.

It was this faith in the Yellow Heaven and in peace that connected these common people, who were ignored by the orthodox government.

Li Sheng slowly opened his eyes, looked down at them, and spoke in a calm and gentle voice:

"Arise. The dead have returned to heaven, but the living still have a mission. The Supreme God has brought me back to earth, not to make you kneel in worship, but to guide you onto the path of peace."

They respected Li Sheng's words with the utmost respect and obedience, and immediately stood up.

Li Sheng drew his halberd, slung it over his shoulder, and said to them, "Bury our brothers, and then we'll leave."

Everyone agreed in unison, and there was no longer a trace of their eagerness to escape.

Li Sheng walked to the side alone, turned his back to the others, and looked up at the gray sky.

He knew in his heart that he was not some incarnate deity; the so-called "Zhonghuang Taiyi" was merely a fabrication. But having taken on this identity, he had to shoulder the responsibility: to find a way to survive for those who had nowhere else to turn in this chaotic world.

He gripped the iron halberd tightly in his hand, the hilt reflecting the afterglow of distant lightning.

He will surely complete the tasks that the Great Teacher Zhang Jiao could not accomplish in the original historical trajectory, so that the people of the world can stay away from the chaos and enjoy true peace!

……

Digging a hole is difficult, but filling it in is easy.

The shallow pit was completely filled in a short while later.

At this moment, the bolder Taoist disciple spoke first: "Brother Sheng... Brother Sheng? May we still address you like that?"

"Yeah yeah!"

In their eyes, Li Sheng was a god resurrected, with an extraordinary status, far beyond what ordinary mortals like them could aspire to.

Not to mention them, in their view, even the Great Teacher of the Way of Peace should be treated with the utmost respect as a god in front of Li Sheng.

Li Sheng stood aside, looking at their reverent expressions, feeling both amused and somewhat moved.

"You can call me Li Sheng, or Brother Sheng, it's fine too."

"Huh?" The group was taken aback. "This..."

"There's nothing to it."

Li Sheng interrupted him, his tone calm but unquestionable.

"Although I have met Zhonghuang Taiyi, I am still me, still the Li Sheng who farmed the land with you in Xiapi and believed in the Way of Great Peace. Taiyi God sent me back to lead you forward, not to be worshipped as a deity."

He scanned everyone, his voice gradually becoming lower and more powerful: "Moreover, our Way of Great Peace believes that everyone can enter the Yellow Heaven, regardless of rank or status. What I have seen in the Yellow Heaven is not a distinction of high or low, noble or lowly; everyone is a descendant of the Supreme God."

The crowd fell silent for a moment, deeply shocked.

In this peaceful and prosperous world, are there really no distinctions of rank or social status? Are we all children of the supreme god Taiyi?

Were those kings, nobles, generals, and ministers no more noble than them?

Only then did they say, trembling, "Then...then should we still call you Brother Sheng?"

"Can."

Li Sheng nodded, shouldered the halberd, and said, "Brother Sheng, just call me Brother Sheng. When our team grows bigger and we have thousands of brothers, you can still call me Brother Sheng."

The man's eyes were a little red. He nodded heavily and grinned, "Okay! Brother Sheng!"

"Brother Sheng!"

The other five shouted in unison, their voices more confident and intimate than before.

Li Sheng smiled slightly; he had no desire to be a god who was high above and far removed from the people.

At this moment, the bolder man spoke up again: "Brother Sheng, what should we do with those soldiers?"