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

Chapter 122: Night tour of the Mao God, worship of the spiritual treasure.

The night-wandering god is the little hairy god.

In mythology, the wizard's soldiers, the soldiers under the land god, and the low-level ghosts in the underworld all fall into the category of small gods.

The hairy god is not of the mainstream and has certain defects. For example, he cannot appear under the scorching sun and cannot be contaminated by dog blood, rooster blood, or even the strong blood of other exotic animals.

Ordinary souls still need the protection of the physical body. Even if they leave the body and wander at night, their strength will never be greater than that of the physical body.

Liang Yue's Night Wandering God also has these problems.

Of course, this does not mean that the Night Wanderer will stop there.

Today's Night Wandering God is actually equivalent to the naked state of the body. The Night Wandering God also has spells and fundamental skills to train the soul and body.

This Fire Hell Buddhist Dharma could perhaps be considered as a Night Wandering God spell.

Seeing Liang Yue couldn't let it go, Xuanzang smiled and said, "If you want to cultivate your inner strength, I can recommend someone to you."

"Who?"

"My good friend, Li Chunfeng."

"Li Chunfeng..."

Liang Yue fell into deep thought, then said: "Then I'll have to trouble you to introduce me."

If you can't learn from Xuanzang, learning from Li Chunfeng is also a good choice, which is more suitable for you.

……

Yong'anfang has a small courtyard with high walls and mottled bases, full of traces of time.

The willows drooped, and the Taoist priest looked like a stone statue, motionless.

Dantian Purple Palace, the primordial spirit is purified and cultivated.

Liang Yue concentrated his mind and visualized the boundless hell of fire.

The soul has its own unique way of cultivation, which is called meditation and Zen in Buddhism and visualization in Taoism.

Both are mysterious idealistic forces that use incredible spirits to change the real world.

Visualize the boundless hellfire.

Gradually, the air began to feel slightly hot and distorted.

In the next few days, Liang Yue practiced by refining elixirs with spiritual herbs, and occasionally took time out to visit Xuanzang.

The amount of true qi accumulated has reached one hundred strands.

Tongtian Medical Clinic changed from opening during the day to opening at noon, and closing on time after two hours.

On this day, there was an open space outside Chang'an City.

The moon was covered by dark clouds, and it was pitch black without any light.

Whoosh….

As wisps of cold wind blew by, ghosts and gods condensed in the void.

The ghosts and gods have grayish skin and their bodies are covered with magical patterns.

wow...

Countless three-foot-high tongues of fire rose from the ground within a radius of several meters, bright red like blood, and many flames climbed up to the soul and body.

The hell of fire is maintained and the true energy is constantly consumed.

"not bad."

Liang Yue thought.

Practice more in the future, improve your spiritual power as much as possible, and expand the scope of the Hellfire.

Whoosh!
The soul escaped into the ground and disappeared quietly.

……

Chang Bohong is dead.

The next day, the news spread throughout Chang'an City on a small scale.

Chang Bohong was the Shao Yin of Jingzhao. Although he did not hold a high position of power, he still held real power.

He usually keeps a low profile and rarely interacts with his colleagues, leaving people with the impression that he is honest, silent and simple in socializing.

I've never heard of offending anyone.

The Dali Temple's Tiqi investigated for several days but found nothing and the case was left unresolved.

The death of an honest man in the officialdom did not cause much commotion and was soon forgotten.

Several of Chang Bohong's relatives also mysteriously disappeared when he got into trouble, and the burned house was left abandoned.

Amidst the scorched earth ruins, a young swordsman appeared at some point.

This man was as thin as a pine or bamboo, with an upright posture. He had a wide green jade silk ribbon tied around his waist, with a green-scabbarded black iron sword hanging from it. His narrow, lively eyes looked around.

"Who did it?"

Li Chunfeng talked to himself, and the shadows of several people flashed through his mind quickly. This did not look like their work.

"Could it be Senior Brother?"

Li Chunfeng was puzzled and could only leave.

Going forward along the way, we came to Longshouyuan in Chang'an, where there was a thirty-meter-high building.

Li Chunfeng did not go through the door, but stepped lightly on the dragon head on the eaves and climbed onto the hundred-foot high platform.

The rooftop is open, facing the central imperial star.

The night wind howled and the clothes fluttered.

Sitting cross-legged on the roof was a middle-aged man with a chest-length beard and a face as white as jade.

This person was looking at the starry sky, lost in thought.

"The Purple Star is moving, as if there are strange changes in heaven and earth." Li Chunfeng stepped forward and asked.

Yuan Tiangang withdrew his gaze after a long time.

“I don’t know, maybe a god will come to the world, or maybe the prosperous times will change.”

Observing the images and fortune-telling is neither mysterious nor really that mysterious.

People leave traces when they pass by; swallows leave sounds when they pass by.

Being in this universe, you will definitely feel something.

After breaking through the great innate realm, combined with his own skills, Yuan Tiangang had a vague sense of heaven.

It's not as exaggerated as having every possible plan, but it is still possible to predict changes in the world through some astronomical phenomena.

The predictions of astronomical phenomena such as earthquakes and storms are even more accurate.

"Any clues about Chang Bohong's case?" Yuan Tiangang asked.

"It's hard to say. We don't know who did it yet." Li Chunfeng took off his sword and sat on the mat next to him. "You probably don't want to look for the remains of your ancestors, right?"

Seeing Yuan Tiangang's silence, Li Chunfeng said with a slightly angry tone:
"Disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect should record history and protect their ancestors, and should not excavate their relics. As the sect leader, what are you doing now that are no different from betraying your teacher and ancestors?"

Yuan Tiangang glanced at Li Chunfeng and said with regret:
"The spiritual energy is annihilated, the ancestors are dead, we are excavating the ruins and inheriting the ancestors' unique skills. Could it be that I, Yuan Tiangang, am doing this for selfish reasons?"

"Now Youdu and other demonic forces are eyeing our ancestors' relics covetously. If we sit back and do nothing, they will probably fall into the hands of the demons."

Yuan Tiangang is good at stargazing and geomancy, and no one knows better than him about the annihilation of spiritual energy and the end of the Dharma era.

Even if there are magic weapons to store spiritual energy, it will be lost to the outside world over the years.

According to the Xiaoyao Sect, Liang Yue and Ling Bao are the same person.

Xiaoyao's secrets would not be left in writing or painting, and had always been passed down orally from master to disciple. In Yuan Tiangang's opinion, Lingbao could be two people, one was Liang Yue, and the other was Li Hongwen or Liang Yan; the purpose was to integrate the forces left by Liang Yue.

The evidence is that Lingbao appeared twice, with a "gap" of sixty years in between.

Yuan Tiangang's search for ancestral relics does not mean he is forgetting his roots. On the contrary, it is to protect his ancestors from being disturbed.

It is known that a group of tomb robbers are eyeing the ancestral relics, so how can they not be anxious?

He would rather dig out the treasure and leave it unused than have it discovered by the evil cult and insult the remains of his ancestors.

Li Chunfeng disagreed in his heart, but he had no reason to refute, so he chose not to speak.

But he still believes in the legends left by his ancestors.

Li Chunfeng firmly believed in the legends about immortals, while Yuan Tiangang was more pragmatic, and the two often had disagreements over this.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this."

Yuan Tiangang thought for a moment, returned to the pavilion, took out the jade box, opened it, and took out half a piece of Tai Chi black iron, which was a spiritual treasure token.

"I have lost my resolve, and the position of Xiaoyao Sect's leader is officially handed over to you."

"This..." Li Chunfeng held the token with a look of surprise.

"Let's go, Brother still needs to practice."

Yuan Tiangang waved his hand.

The moon is bright and the crows are crying, the cold wind is bone-chilling.

Li Chunfeng bowed slightly and then jumped off the platform.

"The Dharma Ending Times are difficult, and the sea of suffering is boundless..." Yuan Tiangang murmured to himself.

The saddest thing in the world is to have the magic skills but no way to practice.

It's like having a treasure but being in the middle of a boundless desert; it's all in vain.

Although the two are brothers, they are actually master and apprentice. Li Chunfeng was adopted by him ten years ago.

Yuan Tiangang lost his spirit and was unwilling to persevere, so he accepted disciples on behalf of his master and gave up the position of headmaster himself.

Now that my junior brother has returned from his travels and has achieved a breakthrough, he is now qualified to become the headmaster.

Yuan Tiangang straightened his clothes and returned to the second floor, where the air was filled with lingering incense and the candlelight was gentle, and tablets of ancestors from past generations were enshrined.

The central portrait is illuminated by candlelight.

The middle-aged man had three long beards. His appearance was not realistic, but he was perhaps a little similar to Liang Yue.

This is one of the few portraits left by Liang Yue.

In his later years, Bao Zhao destroyed other portraits and written records about Liang Yue.

……

All the way into the city, Li Chunfeng looked a little lonely.

The stories of gods and immortals are gorgeous and wonderful.

He has been a member of the Xiaoyao Sect since he was a child. He does not want to destroy the foundation on which the Xiaoyao Sect relies for survival and will not break this consensus.

No matter how many years pass, this story will be passed on to future generations.

Li Chunfeng accepted the token.

Striding towards the city, the sun sets in the west, and the shadow grows long.

In the city, Li Chunfeng visited Xuanzang as usual.

The two were the same age and both were young geniuses, so they became close friends.

Every time he returned to Chang'an City, Li Chunfeng would come to visit.

Before we even got close to Jinchangfang, we saw a huge crowd of people.

When I walked closer, I saw that it was Xuanzang who was donating food and rice.

He was surrounded by young men of about sixteen or seventeen years old.

The young man had a fair face and no beard, and was handsome. He looked vaguely familiar.

He did not go forward to greet them, but waited for them to finish their work.

"Fellow Daoist Chunfeng."

After Xuanzang finished his donation, he saw Li Chunfeng standing beside him.

"Come, let me introduce you. This is Taoist Tongtian, the doctor of Tongtian Clinic."

"Good luck, fellow Taoist."

Liang Yue saluted, and at first glance, he concluded that this person was a descendant of the Xiaoyao Sect.

The coat this fellow was wearing was clearly the Heavenly Master's coat that he had made with silk and jade dust, which was impervious to water, fire, swords and guns.

I remember giving this thing to Bao Zhao.

This person is most likely a member of the Xiaoyao Sect.

"Tongtian Daoyou, please be merciful!"

The two returned to Xuanzang's residence and sat down to chat.

Liang Yue fabricated his origins and hometown, and promoted the golden needle method to the wandering Taoist priests in Dongyang County.

In the past few years, it was still an era of many heroes, and there was no need to worry about others checking your place of origin, as it was impossible to check it.

The most important thing is that someone "guarantees" them. This is part of the reason why Liang Yue and Xuanzang became friends. They are well-known monks and Taoists, and their credibility can be guaranteed.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian is highly skilled in acupuncture and his internal strength is mediocre, so I wanted to recommend him to you and let him learn internal strength from you."

"Okay." Li Chunfeng nodded in agreement. The internal strength techniques are not only practiced by the head of a sect. There are also many people in the world who practice the techniques of their own sect.

Learning internal skills does not mean joining the Xiaoyao Sect. The Xiaoyao Sect is a secret sect and is generally not publicized.

Li Chunfeng planned to teach this person the martial arts and then secretly examine his character.

If possible, he could be trained as the future successor of the Xiaoyao Sect.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist!"

Liang Yue clasped his fists in thanks.

I finally got the chance to fleece the descendants. It was not easy.

"But I have a condition, which is the prerequisite for learning all the skills of this sect."

……

The suburban residence, pavilions, towers, rockery and flowing water, green pond and golden carp are quiet and elegant.

Inside the ancestral hall.

The portrait of Lingbao in the ancestral hall and the words on the ancestral tablet: "The ancestral Lingbao Liang Yue shrine".

There is no “故” or “先” at the beginning, indicating that this person is still alive.

Liang Yue looked at this scene and felt speechless.

"I burned incense and worshipped King Liang, bowed three times, and swore not to do evil."

Li Chunfeng did not accept a disciple, but asked Liang Yue to worship his ancestors as a student.

Liang Yue always felt something was strange.

Worship yourself? And then swear to yourself?
Will I have to inherit the Xiaoyao Sect in the future?

Liang Yue lit incense, bowed three times, and said, "King Liang, Your Majesty..."

(End of this chapter)