The year he transmigrated to the Han dynasty, Wang Fan drew his first “Ceasefire Talisman” on a broken Yellow Turban blade. “Follow me. Put down your swords and work the land; pick them up only to protect your village.” From then on, the remnants of the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans became the “Hidden Scale Army,” cultivators of spirit grain. Lanterns woven with “Grain-Gathering Talismans” hung over Cao Cao’s camp in Yanzhou, and even Zhuge Liang secretly learned Wang Fan’s “Mystic Gate Path-Guarding Formation,” using straw men at Wuzhang Plains to shield the people from calamity beasts.
When an envoy from the immortal sects came to call him to account, Wang Fan waved the Peace Talisman in his hand. “You want calamity. I want every mother to be able to teach her children to draw talismans, instead of teaching them how to dodge blades.” From rescuing Cao Cao at the Battle of Xingyang to helping the Hu and Han peoples pass “Letters of Peace” written on talisman paper during the Five Barbarians’ Upheaval, his path-guarding talismans filled the cracks in history. Before Yuan Shao’s granaries went up in flames, he secretly stamped every grain sack with a “Fireproof Talisman.” On the Yangtze at Red Cliffs, he had the Wu sailors draw “Arrow-Evading Talismans” on their prows. Most spectacular of all, at Shouchun, he led the city’s entire population in gathering their faith into a golden core, making the immortal sects’ “Calamity Harvesting Net” burst into fireworks on the spot. “You want to harvest calamity? First ask whether the cooking smoke rising across this city agrees!”
The “unsolved mysteries” in the history books were all little tricks he had kept hidden. The sudden appearance of ten thousand mu of fertile fields during the Battle of Guandu was actually the work of surrendered soldiers he had taught to draw “Calamity-Tilling Talismans.” The million people who mysteriously survived the Five Barbarians’ Upheaval owed their lives to “Purification Talismans” he had buried in wells ahead of time. When the final calamity fire went out, he carved these words in the East Sea: “The true path to immortality isn’t in the heavens. It’s in the eyes of every commoner who dares to raise them and look at the sky.”
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