Chapter 652

"My power is limited, but those aristocratic clans are spread all over the world. They are constantly, insidiously enticing, using benefits, using threats, and using various means to infiltrate the Taiping Dao."

"I could only watch helplessly."

"Even if I wanted to disband the Taiping Dao, by the end, I couldn't do it anymore."

Zhang Jiao's tone was full of helplessness.

Sometimes Zhang Jiao didn't understand why.

Why, when the Taiping Dao was established, it was just to let the people have a bite to eat.

Just to let the people be good.

How did it become like this today?

"Father, then can we only watch helplessly?" Zhang Ning asked.

"Ning'er..."

"The suffering of the people in the world has lasted a long time; it is not something that can be changed by the power of one or two people."

"The people are starving; what they need is someone who can let them eat and survive."

"Who this person is, is not important."

"But... this person is absolutely not the Yuan clan, nor will it be those aristocratic clans of the world!"

Zhang Jiao gritted his teeth, and the expression on his face became resentful: "These people will only use the people of the world and suck the bones and blood of the people of the world."

"It was like this a thousand years ago, and a thousand years later, it is still the same!"

"They sit high above others and never truly look down to see the suffering of this world."

"In their eyes, the people are just tools, numbers, and blades of grass."

Zhang Jiao closed his eyes in pain.

He reached out and covered the scar on his chest that had been left three years ago and was still aching faintly.

Then he opened his eyes again and took a deep breath.

"In Luoyang, the aristocratic clans sitting high in the imperial court decorate the world with colorful flowers."

"But what the people of the world can smell is not the fragrance of flowers, but the stench of corpses on the roadside!"

"The people have the clear sky above their heads, but they cannot see the hope of life, only the overflowing disasters."

Zhang Ning stood frozen in shock.

These words were the first time she had heard them from her father's mouth.

She didn't know if this was her father's helplessness or a lament for not being able to change anything.

From the time she was very young, she saw her father teaching people to be good every day.

He was single-mindedly thinking about relieving the suffering of the people of the world.

For more than ten years, her father had been running around for this purpose every day.

She had seen countless families that were about to be broken and faced with family destruction survive in her father's hands.

The people supported her father.

They regarded her father as a teacher who saves the suffering.

They regarded her father as a great sage.

People called her father the Great Virtuous Teacher.

But if even her father couldn't save the people of the world.

Then what kind of person could do this?

How could one do this so that the people of the world would no longer be hungry and suffering?

Zhang Ning was puzzled, so she asked:

"Father, then what kind of person can save the people of the world today?"

"How can one do this so that the people under this world no longer suffer?"

Zhang Jiao was silent.

This answer, he didn't know now either.

The rise and fall of dynasties, the cycle of beginning and ending, seemed to be a never-ending reincarnation.

Such a person, Zhang Jiao had never seen.

And such a thing, he had never heard of.

Zhang Ning turned to look at Zhang Jiao.

"Father..."

Following this was a gasp.