The author of the book "The Book of the Dead"

Chapter 100: Rebirth after death

Mount Li, the Heaven of Separation and Sorrow.

The light goes out and the person dies.

The nine-tiered platform reaches the sky, guarding the corpse and refining the body to ascend to the world of the living.

The lights had long gone out, and the formation lost its energy and disappeared.

The entire Biyou Palace fell into darkness, with only Liang Yue's body glowing.

The corpse had become half-rotten, looking both horrible and mysterious.

Three inches above the corpse, Liang Yue’s soul was suspended.

The spirit is solemn, the body is pure and wonderful, and it is shrouded in a translucent cocoon.

It seems that he is in this world, but in fact he is in the chaotic void, Taiyi refining his body.

Common methods of corpse transformation mostly rely on various means to free the body and release the soul in order to achieve the soul's wish for immortality.

The physical body is dispensable to the corpse-reincarnation immortal.

In order to make their souls stronger, the corpse-reincarnating immortals even parasitize their souls on magic weapons, using the magic weapons as their bodies to prevent the mortal body from aging.

Taiyi's method of guarding corpses is different. This method preserves the physical body and has many possibilities.

In any life, you can practice new skills.

clack clack...

At this moment, the giant cocoon began to crack, spreading starlight all over the sky.

The butterfly emerged from the jade slip and spun freely around the body.

Below, the body slowly recovered.

……

Southern Song Dynasty.

From the founding of the country in the first year of Yongchu (413) to the third year of Jianwu (506), the country lasted for ninety-three years.

On this day, in Wuyi Lane, Jiankang City.

This is the Liang family's residence.

Since the Liang Yue and Liang Jingming generations, the Liang family has always been in Kuaiji, far away from the central government.

It was not until the second son of Jingming, Liang Yi, Duke of Xunyang, went to Jiankang City that the second generation Liang Mingzhi bought a large piece of land in Wuyi Lane. From then on, the Liang family settled here.

In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the sunset glows red on the pavilions, and the stone road is crowded with people and cars.

Pedestrians hurried by, horse-drawn carriages passed through the ancient road and stopped in front of the red gate.

"Master, we're here."

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes, a black hat, long flowing beard, and noble eyes and brows came down.

"Uncle Ziliang, why are you here just now?"

A handsome man in his early twenties walked out of the gate of Liang’s residence.

This man had a handsome appearance, a fair face and no beard, and was wearing a snow-white crane cloak, looking very noble.

If all the people from Liuzhuang were here back then, they would probably exclaim in amazement that Shanbo is still alive.

This person is Liang Yan, the grandson of Liang Yi and now the head of the Liang family. The Liang family has a tradition of young people running the family.

"There was a slight delay on the road." Xiao Daocheng's grandson Xiao Ziliang said with a smile.

The two entered Liang Garden hand in hand.

The pond and water garden are picturesque, with pavilions and towers scattered throughout the garden, as well as winding paths leading to small buildings. It is like a paradise on earth, making people linger there.

Today is the day for the Liang family to worship their ancestors.

The Liang clan ancestral hall displays ancestral tablets and a portrait of middle-aged Liang Yue.

The incense has never been extinguished, and later generations bow down and kowtow to him.

In the shade of the trees nearby, Liang Mingzhi, the most experienced man, couldn't help but sigh:
"All the Great Zhoutian martial arts in the world today were created by our ancestors. Unfortunately, the power of the Changle School is no longer there. Alas..."

Liang Yan couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Did father meet Gaozu?"

"No, your Third Grandfather who practices in the mountains and Grandfather Li who guards the house have never seen my great-grandfather."

There are only these two people in the world.

"The greatest martial arts in the world came from our generation. How heroic Emperor Gaozu was..." Liang Yan couldn't help but feel longing as he stared at Emperor Gaozu's portrait.

When the noble families declined, martial arts turned to sects.

Now that the aristocratic families have risen, martial arts have become the martial arts of the aristocratic families. Those who have learned the martial arts of the Changle School have branched out and formed their own families. As a result, the Changle School has declined and no longer has the power to dominate the Southern Dynasty as it once did.

At present, a few people in the Jiankang Liang family and the Jingming Dao Liang family who do not like fame and fortune are still working as tomb keepers in their hometown.

The royal family possesses a lot of martial arts power.

Nowadays, martial arts have developed and are no longer something that was looked down upon by civil officials.

"When a person passes away, his elegance is always blown away by the wind and rain."

Qingshan Garden, the story of Liang Zhu, and the romantic life of Jiangzuo are now desolate and no longer as beautiful as they used to be.

Everyone sighed.

……

The ancestral hall at the back mountain of Jingming Road.

Today is also the day to worship ancestors. A white-haired old man worships the statue of the ancestor.

The founder is wearing white clothes and a black crown, with a dignified face. There are seventy-two halos behind his head, and he is surrounded by auspicious aura and colorful cranes.

The four big characters "Lingbao Tianshi" are written on the ancestral tablet.

I burn incense and offer sacrifices, kowtow repeatedly, and hope you will accept my offer.

The disciples and their young disciples looked curious.

"Old Heavenly Master, who is this Lingbao Heavenly Master?"

The disciple knew Master Xu, but didn't know who Master Lingbao was.

The white-haired old man's eyes were cloudy, with a hint of reminiscence. After a long while, he slowly said: "That was a man who could do everything."

"Is he still there?"

"It turned into a butterfly and flew west, then ascended to heaven."

Nothing can defeat time. Time changes everything. No one can be strong forever.

The emergence and spread of the Great Zhoutian martial arts also brought about various emerging forces and various conflicts of interest.

"It's just a private plot."

On this day, some people offered sacrifices, while others plotted and schemed, hoping to obtain some miraculous skills or treasures from the martial arts master.

The six treasures of the Heavenly Master disappeared for decades, and invisible things are often deified.

Some people even believe that if they obtain the six treasures of the Heavenly Master, they can control the world.

Some people also think that although Liang Yue is the founder, his understanding of the Great Zhoutian martial arts is too shallow, and he is probably not as good as the current strong men.

Only they can practice the Great Circulation to perfection.

Of course, the person is already dead, and no matter how much they flatter, the dead will not jump out of the coffin to refute.

After sixty years, the majesty is no longer there.

……

Lishan.

As the setting sun shines, the dark blue mountains, like a majestic horse, are covered with a layer of faint golden light.

On this day, a strong wind suddenly blew up.

The nameless wind blows the fallen leaves in all colors.

In the Heaven of Lihen.

At this time, the mysterious light was shining brightly and the white light was subtle.

On the nine-story platform, Liang Yue's body returned to normal and now looked like a sixteen-year-old boy.

The soul returns after being refined into a physical form and enters the body.

Wow!
In an instant, the wind blew violently, the lamps and candlelight swayed.

Wow!
The young man opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Return after death!

As the saying goes:
The heaven and earth are the furnace for refining the true body, Taiyi guards the corpse and determines the fate of the universe. There is no returnee on the road to the underworld, I will be reborn to shock the ghosts and gods.

Liang Yue did not stand up immediately.

In his feeling, he just had a nap, and when he opened his eyes it was now.

He felt the cool touch of his flesh, the cold air in his lungs, the beating of his heart.

Empty Dantian and brand new body.

Everything seemed so wonderful.

Is this what it feels like to be alive?
A decade has passed in the blink of an eye, and the outside world should have changed a lot, right?
Liang Yue closed his eyes for a long time, sensing the new life. The Six Yang Guardian Formation around him had long since lost its true energy and disappeared.

Liang Yue of Shanyin, the corpse was transformed into a body and it has been one hundred and forty years.

Liang Yue stood up and spat out a bead. This was the detoxification jade made from detoxification pills and jade chips when he was in deep sleep. It was to prevent the body from being damaged by lead and mercury poison after death.

He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to sense the feeling.

Sensing changes in the soul.

The soul became more solid, and the divine consciousness grew to thirty feet.

Wow!
As the mind moved, a golden light appeared on the top of the head.

The translucent light blue soul flew out of the sky.

His soul emerged above Liang Yue's body.

This is the second level of the Corpse Reincarnation Immortal's ability to leave the body and control objects.

The soul opens its eyes, and the Dharma eye illuminates the heaven of separation and hatred.

"World, I'm back."

Rebirth after death, returning in refined form.

Second life!
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(The first volume is finished, please look forward to the next volume, The Age of Human Immortals)