Recharge Martial Saint

Chapter 1: troubled times

Dayong.

Rui and thirty-four years.

Cangwu Town.

tao tao...

A line of cavalry entered slowly.

"Folks, the northern barbarians are attacking again and again, and the battle situation in the north is tense. The emperor has ordered that every household with a male male over the age of 16 must send a male male to fight the enemy. If there is a country, there is a home. Yong, it is my duty! Every family obeys the order and goes forward to receive the order!"

"The Chen family accepts the order!"

"arrive!"

"The Liu family accepts the order!"

"Yes!"

Qin Yi broke away from the noisy crowd and hurried towards the house.

"It's the third conscription this year." Qin Yi sighed slightly. The first two conscriptions were all over the age of 18. I didn't expect that this third time, those who turned 16 would be on the battlefield!

He is not from this world. He was just an ordinary employee in his previous life. Three months ago, when he woke up one day, he found that he had come to this place and had passed through a person named Qin Yi. This is the original Qin Yi who is only 15 years old.

This place has a history unlike any previous generation. The place where he lives is called Dayong, and it has been 530 years since the founding of the country.

In an alley in the south of the town.

Qin Yi, who had taken back his thoughts, looked up at a familiar and unfamiliar thatched cottage not far away, and walked over with his head down.

Just walked into the yard.

"Shiro, do you have a letter from your third brother?" Qin Zumin's voice with a hint of nervousness came from inside the house.

"Father, yes!" Qin Yi walked in quickly, took out the family letter he just got from his pocket, and handed it to the other party.

"Okay, it's good to have it!"

Seeing the old face of the other party loosened, Qin Yi secretly thought, maybe this is the third month of Fenghuo Lian, and the family letter is worth ten thousand gold.

"Father, I'll cook first." Qin Yi said softly.

"Go." Qin Zumin opened the letter without raising his head and said.

Evening.

The tung oil lamp in the room has been lit.

There was only brown rice, green vegetables and lentils on the table.

The father and son were cooking, and the atmosphere was a little dull.

While Qin Yi was sorting out the memories of the original body, Qin Zumin gradually became reticent since the news that his elder brother died in the battlefield a year ago came back.

Especially when the second brother was recruited to join the army half a year ago, and the news came back that he died on the battlefield a month later, Lao Qin was completely reticent.

Only when the third brother Qin Jie sent home a letter today did he see him secretly showing some emotions.

The third brother, Qin Jie, was drafted into the army three months ago, and he just received his first letter from home today!

"Shiro, pack up tonight, and go to Qingwei Taoist Palace with me in the outskirts of Jinyuan County in the morning." Qin Zumin said while putting down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand.

"Father, do you want to pray for the third brother?"

"No, I want to send you to be a Taoist priest!" Qin Zumin said with firm eyes.

"In order for me to avoid military disasters?" Qin Yi was slightly taken aback.

To be honest, seeing the third conscription this year today, he felt a huge sense of crisis. Today's conscription must go to the battlefield at the age of 16. What if the next time is younger?

You know, he is 15 years old!

In his previous life, he lived in a peaceful age, and he didn't know how cruel the war was.

Now, although he has not seen the war directly, the eldest brother and the second brother have sacrificed on the battlefield to know how cruel the war is.

And Dayong has been conscripted three times in a row this year. It seems that the war in the north is not optimistic, otherwise it would not have been conscripted three times in a year!

In this way, if he really went to the battlefield, the chances of surviving would be very small!

After Qin Zumin heard Qin Yi's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then said slowly, "Shirō, you are smarter than your three brothers since you were young!"

"Yes, I asked you to become a Taoist priest to avoid military disasters! Once you become a Taoist priest, you don't need to be a soldier or serve! Saburo doesn't know if he can come back, so I don't want to see you again. Also on the battlefield!"

Qin Yi was moved for a while. In both his lifetimes, there was an old father who loved him!

"But now that the army is being recruited constantly, everyone is trying their best to escape the disaster of the army. We can think of it, and others must also think, will the Qingwei Taoist Palace still accept people?" Qin Yi expressed his worries.

Although the history here is not like the previous life, some systems are somewhat similar to the previous ancient times.

Monks and Taoists do not need to be conscripted, nor do they need to serve.

Of course, in the Taiping era, it was more difficult to obtain Taoist or monk status, requiring layer-by-layer applications and layer-by-layer review, and each temple and Taoist temple had a limited number of memberships.

But in the war-torn era, it was very relaxed, because the government couldn't control it, and there was no time to control it! Therefore, in order to escape the war, many people ran up the mountain one after another to become Taoist priests or monks.

"Yesterday, Butcher Zhang from Zhenbei also sent his son to Qingwei Taoist Palace. I also asked about it, and he said that he would accept it, that is, twenty taels of silver!" Qin Zumin said in a low voice.

"But how can our family have twenty taels of silver?"

One tael of silver is 1,000 copper coins. In the past, a pound of grain was sold for 5 cents, but now the war broke out, and the grain has risen to 10 cents a pound. But 20 taels of silver is still a huge sum of money!

"Your eldest brother and second brother's pension is a dozen taels. I have also saved a few taels over the years. I should be able to collect twenty taels." Qin Zumin said.

"Father, that's the life-saving money of the eldest brother and the second brother, you should take it for retirement!" Qin Yi refused.

"You're stupid. If your third brother died on the battlefield and you also went to the battlefield, what's the use of me asking for this money?" Qin Zumin angrily rebuked.

Three days later.

On the square of Qingwei Dao Palace.

A thin old Taoist wearing a blue Taoist robe looked at the more than one hundred newcomers in front of him, cleared his throat and said, "Now, you are all members of my Qingwei Taoist Palace. From today onwards, you all have to come to the morning class every day. After the morning class, you can do other things, do you understand?"

"I understand, Uncle Qingsong!" Everyone said in unison.

Uncle Qingsong, known to the public, is a sutra teacher who presides over morning and evening classes.

"Okay, from now on, I'll teach you to read "The Song of the Great Way", which is a required daily homework."

I saw Qingsong Laodao sitting quietly on the pulpit, with a leisurely expression, and humming: "The Dao has a spirit, all methods are inseparable from the Dao, and the Dao is inseparable from the body, self-cultivation and life..."

Qin Yi below frowned. Like everyone else, he couldn't understand, but he could only read along.

The Dao Sutra was only a few hundred words long, and it was finished in a short while, and then the old Taoist recited it ten times in one go before giving up.

"Well, then you will continue to recite "Huang Ting Dao Zang" with me. This is also a daily compulsory course in our Taoist palace. When you recite it thoroughly, I will explain it to you. Now, follow me!"

An hour later.

After reciting "Huang Ting Dao Zang" twenty times, Qing Song Lao Dao let the crowd go and let them go to breakfast.