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

Chapter 119 (revised) The Immortals of the Great Tang Dynasty, Playing the World

Liang Yue walked slowly down the nine-step platform.

From the pitch-black, boundless darkness, to the light of a new world.

Under the high platform, Zhu Yingtai's coffin stands alone in the world, in eternal peace.

Liang Yue stood in front of Zhu Yingtai's coffin for a long time and then left.

This is the third life.

The day when everything comes to perfection may not be too far away.

Liang Yue took the mountain ghost jade pendant, left the coffin, and took everything else.

Communicate with King Qin through divine thoughts.

Whoosh!
Liang Yue’s back disappeared into the darkness.

Stick on the earth escape talisman and escape out of the soil.

The moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and the breeze is cool.

Liang Yue closed his eyes and breathed the long-lost air.

One hundred and four years passed in the blink of an eye.

For the corpse-reincarnating immortal, the sleeping time does not matter, as his own senses are just a blink of an eye.

What is really hard to bear is that it feels like a lifetime ago and that old friends leave overnight.

It was a feeling that time was flying by and nothing could be recovered.

Liang Yue turned and left.

"Let's put the Yin-Yang Stone in Lishan here for now, and move it when we have the ability."

This place is actually very safe.

The Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang is more than 100 meters underground, and Gong Zheng's tomb passage has been buried by itself.

If someone could find the tomb more than a hundred meters underground in the vast Mount Li, just find that location, just break through the guard of Xuanwu, and just generate true energy to open the tomb.

Liang Yue had no choice but to accept the challenge.

In today's world of advanced martial arts, the time required for corpse transformation is too long, which leads to too many variables.

In the next few years, I will probably have to consider how to quickly escape from the corpse.

Avoid corpse transformation and sleeping becoming your fatal weakness.

Liang Yue came to the stream in the forest.

"Xuanwu, wake up quickly!"

He could already sense the presence of his old friend.

Wow! !

The surface of the water broke open, and a basalt as big as a millstone with a shell covered with moss suddenly appeared.

Green skin, green eyes, sharp claws and fangs.

He has an ugly and ferocious appearance, and a look of flattery in his eyes.

"It's so big?" Liang Yue touched the guy's head.

The turtle opened its mouth and spit out a few pieces of water plants.

"what?"

Liang Yue picked up the water grass and opened the Dharma Eye between his eyebrows. The water grass was the size of a palm, translucent, and contained extremely strong medicinal power.

"Is this a magical herb from the human immortal era?"

Liang Yue wondered.

There is no spiritual energy in the water plants, but they have strong medicinal properties because of the spiritual energy.

If one practices the methods of becoming a human immortal, such as cultivating qi and blood, willpower, and entering a state of meditation, one may be able to break through to a higher realm.

This era has indeed arrived.

I wonder to what extent later generations have advanced martial arts.

"It's better to be careful." Liang Yue thought.

The innate master in the previous life is enough to pose a threat to myself now.

Not to mention the later realms.

It’s not that I’m not capable of it, but that I’ve just been reborn and haven’t cultivated enough true energy. I haven’t improved the Night Wandering God enough and haven’t found more methods to use the Night Wandering God.

Liang Yue patted Xuanwu's shell and input some true energy.

whoosh...

Xuanwu gradually shrank and was finally stuffed into the collar.

Under the moonlight, Liang Yue sat on the ground.

Whoosh!
His spirit left his body and was at the same height as himself, with the same features and features as his.

Night tour, as the name suggests, means traveling in the dark.

The range of travel is roughly the multiplication of one's own spiritual perception range.

For example, if Liang Yue’s divine sense range is thirty feet, then thirty feet multiplied by thirty feet is nine hundred feet.

His divine consciousness roamed the entire nearby Mount Li.

The night-wandering god has no five senses, only mysterious perception.

Under the night sky, the wandering god with black and white magic patterns hovered in mid-air.

I closed my eyes and sensed the mystery, while I thought about the way forward.

You can't be too ostentatious in this life.

At least we should first find out what happened during the hundred years of slumber and to what extent martial arts have evolved.

Where is the Taoist tradition of the past? Are the keepsakes useful?

After thinking for a long time, a hint of paleness appeared in the east.

The Night Wandering God's figure dimmed, the black and white magic patterns faded, and he turned back into a normal soul and returned to his body.

Liang Yue climbed to a high place and looked into the distance.

All I saw was golden clouds filling the sky and a majestic city standing tall.

There is a lot of work to be done and the prospects are very promising.

Liang Yue felt a surge of heroic spirit in his heart.

No need to ask, this is the Han Dynasty.

The vicissitudes of time have passed, from the 384th year of Taiyuan (620) to .

Nearly two hundred and forty years.

Xie Xuan, who dominated the Jiangzuo area, Liu Yu, who was as powerful as a tiger, Liang Yan, who stabilized the Southern Dynasty, and Li Hu, who was a powerful figure in the north.

Generation after generation works hard, fails and rises again and again.

Finally seized the Han world.

Liang Yue has witnessed 240 years of history.

Liang Yue drew out the Yitian Sword.

The sword body hummed, as if responding to the master's sigh, and it was also like Liu Yu's golden weapons and iron horses, and Liu Yifeng's Yuanjia Cao.

"it is finally over."

This was a unified dynasty.

Liang Yue changed into a long robe and a wide belt, wore a caged hat, carried a bamboo stick, and strode down the mountain, looking dusty.

……

Chang'an City.

The city is majestic, solemn and dignified.

The city gates were wide open, soldiers lined up on both sides, and people were constantly coming in and out of the city.

Although Chang'an City is old, it already has a prosperous appearance.

The streets were wide and well-defined, with frequent exchanges of foreign merchants, the cries of hawkers, and the chattering of people drinking tea in teahouses.

Every corner of Chang'an City has the atmosphere of prosperity and peace.

But it is different from the peace during the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties.

Liang Yue entered the city and the people around him looked strange.

He didn't take it seriously at first, but then he suddenly realized.

"Clothes."

He was wearing the style of the Wei and Jin dynasties, the wider the clothes, the better. Practical narrow sleeves and a fu headdress were popular here.

Narrow sleeves are available, and the futou can be replaced with a wide scarf.

Liang Yue walked to a secluded corner and changed into clothes that were in line with the times.

"I can't help it. I am an ancient after all."

……

The wine shop is noisy and there is a high platform outside.

It attracted a crowd of onlookers.

Liang Yue also joined in the fun and went over to see what was going on.

There was a monk in his twenties sitting on the stage.

The monk has a handsome appearance and a solemn look.

"Silence! Master Xuanzang has begun to preach."

"Xuanzang?" Liang Yue raised his eyebrows and moved closer to observe.

Xuanzang was young, but he was well-versed in Buddhist teachings. Facing the crowd watching, he remained calm.

"The nature of all living beings is originally pure. The nature of purity is like the void, which cannot be defiled. It is also called the heart of a child."

"The world is like a sea of suffering. Only a pure and peaceful mind can lead to harmony and freedom from hatred and love."

Xuanzang preached to the crowd.

Unfathomable and confusing.

Liang Yue's thoughts drifted far away.

A pure heart?
He really wanted to ask Xuanzang how to cultivate a pure heart.

But Xuanzang probably didn't understand it at this time.

At least go through tens of thousands of miles of suffering.

……

A family of three was sitting at the window of the second-floor room.

The man was in his twenties, with a dragon-like and phoenix-like appearance, a handsome demeanor, and an unfathomable majesty.

The woman was the same age, with sparkling eyes, thin eyebrows, and a graceful temperament.

The child is in his early five years old, which is the age for running around.

"Guanyin, this is the famous Master Xuanzang."

“Looks very young.”

"But you have great wisdom. Dalang, don't run around."

……

Liang Yue blended into the market, yet remained independent of it.

What is a pure heart?

Everyone may have different opinions. Some people think it is pure and flawless, while others think it is consistent.

Liang Yue believes that it is the vibrant heart that has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

How to understand it? You can only understand it by being in the game.

Only by becoming a player in the game can you understand everything.

The immortals of the Wei and Jin dynasties were famous scholars of the clear stream, prime ministers in the mountains, and people who took elixirs and made medicines.

The immortals in the prosperous Tang Dynasty might be wandering Taoist priests, beggars, or hermits.

Different eras, different immortality.

boom!
As he was thinking about it, a child bumped into him.

The child looked at Liang Yue timidly.

The moment he saw the child and sensed the aura between his brows, Liang Yue seemed to see a very "upright" disciple from the past.

The grass turtle poked its head out from its collar and was frightened back. Why was it this damn kid again?

There was a sound coming from the second floor.

"Cheng Qian! Stop running around!"

(End of this chapter)