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

Chapter 101: God's Will is Hard to Question, Revisiting the Old Place

In Lihentian, Liang Yue took out a flint, swallowed a detoxification pill, and searched for a candle from the side.

The faint candlelight illuminated an area of several meters, while the nine-story platform was surrounded by endless darkness.

Faintly reflecting the calm expressions of the painted terracotta warriors below.

For some reason, Liang Yue shuddered and a nameless panic rose in his heart.

"Is it because I currently have no power?"

Liang Yue did not start practicing immediately, but calmed down and slowly calmed his inner fear.

If you are afraid because you have no power, it proves that you still have the mind of a mortal.

Only when he calmed down did Liang Yue start to practice, and picked up the Great Zhoutian Pure Yang Gong again, using the jade silkworm to transform the true qi, and then using the true qi to run the Six Yang Gong method.

After a long time, the upper limit of true Qi rose little by little.

One strand, two strands, three strands... ten strands...

Perhaps because he was familiar with the process, Liang Yue quickly got started and accumulated ten strands of true energy.

After finishing the practice, he glanced at the eternal lamp not far away and his mind moved.

Wow!
The eternal lantern flew across the air and fell into his hand, emitting a golden glow.

This is a way to control things.

The power of this ability doesn’t stop there.

Liang Yue found the mountain ghost jade pendant and took out the sword of the Heavenly Sword that was shining with cold light.

Wow! !

The Sword of Heavenly Sword hummed, soared into the air and flew out.

Whoosh!
Within a hundred steps, the Sword of Heavenly Sword seemed like a butterfly flying through flowers, or as if it was held by a pair of invisible giant hands.

Liang Yue had a lot of fun.

This is the art of flying sword.

Controlling objects with divine thoughts is an ability of the second level of the immortal realm of corpse reincarnation.

Of course, controlling objects is not as simple as controlling a flying sword. The soul needs to be meticulous and can control the structure of objects from a distance, which has different benefits for alchemy, refining, and inner vision practice.

Liang Yue was not in a hurry to go out, but drew more than a dozen fire-transforming talismans, earth-escape talismans, and puppet talismans from the Lishan talisman technique.

Then he put on the Heavenly Master's cloak and put the other four treasures into the Mountain Ghost Jade Pendant.

The divine mind moved the Taia compass.

Wow!
The sun rose slowly, the city became bright, and the mercury turned into a real river.

Except that the figurines do not look like humans, everything else is lifelike.

Liang Yue had nothing to say. He sat quietly for a moment, feeling the new life.

Whoosh!
The soul left the body again.

Fly to the end of the passage and then leave the Heaven of Lihen.

Cut through the dirt that encloses the passage and reaches the surface.

At this time, it was dark outside.

The soul views the world from another perspective. The soul does not have the body's sense of cold or heat. In the soul's perception, the wind, light, and sound of the world are all terrible things that can pose a threat to the soul at any time.

True Qi can resist the influence of the outside world. If it does not return to the soul body when the true Qi is exhausted, the soul may be destroyed.

Liang Yue took a quick tour around the outside world and found that some animals could not see him.

"I am a 'ghost' now, and I may need to go to the Night Wandering Realm to reveal myself."

The first level of corpse reincarnation is to nourish the spirit, followed by out-of-body experience, night travel, day travel, Dharma appearance, etc.

Liang Yue didn't dare to stay any longer, and his soul returned to his body.

He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time and felt the changes in his body.

"Becoming an immortal is indeed a process of gradually escaping from the mortal body."

Get rid of the cage of flesh and be free.

Perhaps this is the meaning of longevity.

Liang Yue sat down on the spot to regulate his breathing, then stood up and installed ten terracotta warriors and horses, and glanced at Zhu Yingtai's coffin behind him.

Whoosh!
The figure emerged from the ground.

The sun is shining and the breeze is warm.

The mountains in the distance are lush and green.

After sixty years, I return to the world again.

After returning to the world of the living, Liang Yue let go of all his thoughts and felt the novelty brought by his five senses with his body and soul.

The divine sense sensed the three monsters, Jinwu and Xiaotian lost contact, and there seemed to be a faint sensation in the distant mountain stream.

"Could it be Xuanwu?"

Liang Yue was actually mentally prepared for the departure of the two beasts, Jinwu and Xiaotian.

Their own realm is not very high, and their lifespan can only be doubled or tripled on the original basis, which is the limit.

Walking to the water's edge, the river reflects young faces.

"You're getting younger again... Xuanwu!"

When Liang Yue called Xuanwu, the sound of horse hooves came from not far away.

It turned out to be a group of eight cavalrymen.

The cavalry rode Western horses unique to the north, wore armor and black helmets.

Several people were talking and laughing, but when they saw someone by the water ahead, they suddenly fell silent and looked vigilantly at the person who suddenly appeared in the deep mountains and forests.

Seeing that Liang Yue did not react, the eight men dismounted, took off their helmets and water bottles, and came to the water.

As he walked, he looked warily at the strangers in the forest.

Liang Yue was also looking at this group of people who obviously had the characteristics of the Hu people.

However, the Hu people of this era have become more Sinicized. They no longer have braids and have fewer barbarian features. Their clothing and language are basically Chinese.

Could it be that Liu Yifeng succeeded?

As soon as he finished speaking, the Hu people broke Liang Yue's guess and asked, "Who are you? Are you a spy from the Southern Song Dynasty?"

"Southern Song?"

Could it be that Yi Fu’s act of defying heaven ultimately failed?
Just as they were thinking about it, the barbarians came forward with swords drawn, ready to kill the guy who had disrupted their actions.

Liang Yue looked at them, smiling but not smiling, as if he was frightened.

"Come out."

Wow!
The water surface broke open, and two grass turtles the size of washbasins emerged from the water.

The tortoise stretched out its neck and bit off the head of the nearest Hu man.

"what?"

The Hu people were terrified.

The next moment, Liang Yue threw out a flying sword.

The flying sword circled quickly and cut off the heads of six cavalrymen.

Cut off the hamstrings and hand tendons of the remaining leader.

The leader of the Hu people was so frightened that he sat on the ground motionless, muttering to himself, "God, please spare my life, God, please spare my life..."

After all, he was born into a military aristocracy and had learned martial arts and literature. He knew that no martial arts master could do this.

This is clearly a god!!
"It's easy to spare my life. I'll ask you a question and you answer it truthfully, otherwise..."

Wow!
There was murderous intent in Liang Yue's eyes, and a ball of fire rose in his palm.

"What kind of country is the Southern Dynasty now?" Liang Yue was a little worried that history was returning to the right track.

So will Liu’s tragedy happen again?

"It should be the Song Dynasty, and the emperor is Liu Ziye."

"Liu Ziye? What do you think of this emperor?"

The chief racked his brains, recalling the stories about the South he had heard before.

"This man is rather mediocre. He led a northern expedition in his early years but returned in defeat. It's a pity that Xiao Daocheng stopped the Wei Dynasty, otherwise we would have unified the world long ago."

This is all the Hu people knew. Apart from that, they also said that Emperor Taiwu Tuoba Tao was assassinated by eunuchs.

Zong Ai finally reached that point…

However, it is gratifying that history has undergone subtle changes under the influence of this butterfly.

Liu Ziye was no longer as extreme and abstract as before, but just a relatively mediocre monarch who lived a long life.

There were fewer absurd stories in the Southern Dynasties, and fewer barbarians in the Northern Dynasties. Most of the barbarians changed their surnames to Chinese ones.

The flying sword turned and beheaded the Hu man.

After not seeing each other for sixty years, Xuanwu came to his feet, his big eyes full of nostalgia.

The master seems to be a lot younger?
Liang Yue looked up at the sky and sighed, "It has always been difficult to question the will of heaven."

Future generations have their own affairs. He is not a slave of future generations. Practicing Taoism is difficult, and the 120 years of life in this life is enough to give him a headache.

No, it’s not one hundred and twenty years. You are given sixteen years of destiny at the beginning. If you live to be one hundred and twenty years old, you only need to live one hundred and four years.

"I wonder how martial arts are developing in this world." Liang Yue thought.

You can ignore the history and the future of future generations, but martial arts is related to your life and property, so you must pay attention to it.

After living a new life, Liang Yue's mood changed a lot.

Bloodline is the continuation of an individual and also an explanation to his ancestors.

The previous life has ended.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves was heard again.

The white-faced young general looked anxious. He had realized that something was wrong. The scouts he sent out had not returned for a long time. Based on past experience, he was afraid that something had happened to them.

"He Qing!!" the young general shouted the name of his general.

Liang Yue scanned with his divine sense, and his calm expression fluctuated for a moment.

The fair-faced young man had no Adam's apple, delicate skin, well-proportioned muscles, and more importantly, obvious feminine features.

"A woman dressed as a man again? Come again!"

"Xuanwu, let's go."

Liang Yue input three strands of true energy into Xuanwu, and Xuanwu activated his magical power, shrinking his body to the size of a palm.

He tucked the Xuanwu into the collar of his clothes, rose from the ground, and disappeared at the end of the skyline.

The white-faced young general stopped his horse and saw a figure flying to the horizon. She suspected that she had seen it wrong.

"General Mulan, wait for your subordinates!"

A group of soldiers followed in a panic.

"There are gods..." the white-faced young general muttered to himself.

"General Mulan, did you not sleep well last night?"

"roll!!"

Liang Yue set out from Mount Li and headed straight for Jiankang City.

Flying high in the sky, you can see the entire scenery.

The mountains and rivers are still the same as they were back then, but the people have been replaced by one group after another.

In the remote corners, riding a horse to travel around the capital, Jiankang is even more prosperous, with ordinary people and street vendors.

Walk to the roadside teahouse.

"What would you like to order, sir?" the waiter came forward to greet him.

"What's there to eat?"

"There are West Lake tea, Nanhai black tea, white tea, dark tea, white sugar from the Western Regions, milk cakes from the Northern Wei Dynasty, steamed buns, steamed pig's trotters, and stir-fried vegetables..."

"A pot of green tea and a few snacks."

Soon, a pot of fried tea was served.

Looking at the tea leaves in the pot, the Mid-Autumn moon cakes, and the osmanthus and red date cakes, Liang Yue felt a little dazed.

Have the things that I invented become part of people’s daily lives?

Time is really strange. Habits that cannot be changed even with a knife or an axe will evolve into folk customs as time goes by.

Time passes silently, and only by experiencing it personally can you discover the extraordinary.

Linyi, Silla, and India were all filled with a wide variety of goods, and strange-looking foreign merchants occasionally walked through the streets.

If we ignore the facts of the Southern Dynasties, there is indeed a hint of the Tang Dynasty.

“Is this my participation in the creation of the kingdom?”

Liang Yue left a stack of copper coins and left without looking back.

The waiter touched the coin and thought it was quite strange.

"Does anyone still use Yuanjia Tongbao now?"

Liang Yue passed through the wall and entered the library of the Imperial College.

I found a corner everywhere and looked up the information from that time. There were no history books in this dynasty, so I could only look for it in various notes and works of my predecessors.

Liu Yifeng's son did not succeed to the throne, and was replaced by Liu Yilong.

"It seems that Yi Fu is still unable to resolve the conflict between the nobles in Guanzhong and Central Plains and Jiangzuo."

When Liu Yilong came to power, he did not kill all of his brother's descendants, except for his eldest son, He Yun, and the Black Guards.

The other three sons were each rewarded, and they still have titles today.

It is precisely this point that gives Liu Song a little more moral bottom line.

Later, Liang, Xiao and others took to the stage.

"Shanyin Liang Clan...Jiankang Liang Clan, let him be."

Descendants who have been separated for too long are no less important than distant relatives.

Liang Yue closed the notes of his predecessors, and sixty years flowed through his mind.

Two years after his death, Liu Jue died, thirteen years after his death, Jing Ming died, and twenty years after his death, Xie Lingyun died in the ancestral home of the Xie family in Kuaiji.

Familiar names emerged one after another. A few strokes on the book could not describe their entire lives; their lives existed in Liang Yue's indelible memory, forever.

Thirty years ago, Tan Daoji, who had lived a life of wealth and honor, died in Lingnan.

"Daoji, Daoji, you are still confused."

Liang Yue might know what Tan Daoji was thinking. This kid tends to be indecisive when faced with big things and go down a completely different path.

This kid may have some regrets in his heart, but he is still blinded by the family's private interests. The family's wealth and status shackles him, and there is no turning back.

"No matter what, the martial arts that have been spread out must be taken back, and the accounts that should be settled may still need to be settled."

Liang Yue stood up and merged into the ground like a ghost, disappearing.

All the way to Shanyin, Kuaiji.

Before that, let’s go back to my hometown.

In the third year of Jianwu in the Southern Dynasty (506), people who had become history returned to their hometown.

"The bleak autumn wind is again today, changing the world."

(End of this chapter)