Little Sage Master, Send the Han Dynasty to Its Death

Everyone calls me a bandit, but what have I stolen?

The common people of all the land rise against the royal court of one family. The blue heavens are dead; the yellow heavens shall rise. In the year of Jiazi, good fortune shall reign beneath the sky.

The poor knew perfectly well that my talisman water was fake, but they still chose to join me in rebellion. They knew that if they drank it, they might get to eat some grain and live a few days longer.

The history books call me a bandit, brand me a heretic, and say I spread lies to delude the people and could turn beans into soldiers. Give me a handful of beans, and they would become my army.

I have inherited the legacy of the Great Teacher of Virtue. Since this age devours people, I shall bid this age to die.