When iron cavalry tramples the dream of green mountains, when the flames of war stain the white clouds, even the yellow-capped Taoist priests hidden deep in the forest can no longer keep their quiet refuge undisturbed.
They unhook the gourds at their waists and put away the talismans in their palms. They take up their Taoist robes as armor and peachwood staffs as spears, writing the words “home and country” across a shattered land.
Some sing the Nine Songs, letting their Taoist robes soak up the last of their warm blood;
Some wield power, yet lose their Daoist hearts on the road to fame;
Some shoulder their books and press on, refining the healing arts into a vision for the land...
This is a stirring ballad of Taoist priests,
An echo across the mountains and rivers, as straw sandals and bamboo staffs shatter the void;
These are the silhouettes of countless “unknowns,”
An epic history of a people, woven together from common folk in plain robes!
When the land lies broken, who can remain safe beneath an intact roof?
When the nest is falling, only a fight to the death can reveal the courage of heaven and earth;
When the world is turned upside down, the backbone of our people stands all the taller!
The thorny road once trodden by yellow caps and straw sandals
Will become a sea of stars for future generations to gaze upon!
Very nice! The angle is novel and realistic. The fictional characters are perfectly integrated into history and promote the process of history. Stay tuned!
Good! I have heard about Taoist priests going down the mountain to resist the Japanese, but I finally read the novel. And it's not just about time travel or rebirth, this book is very closely related to historical facts. Come on!!!