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

Chapter 126: Intercepting the Secrets of Heaven, the Prime Minister's Doctor

In the first year of Zhenguan, Jiejiao was established.

The Xiaoyao Sect is actually similar to the Changle and Youlong Sect. In essence, they are about spreading their military power throughout the world. Once they branch out, they can basically no longer be trusted.

The Jiejiao helps oneself to do deeper things, such as collecting relics, rare flowers and plants, dealing with enemies, etc.

In the meantime…give them hope.

"Master... of Jiejiao, is this the token leading to immortality?" Li Chunfeng took the Lihentian token with excitement on his face.

He knew that his spiritual energy was annihilated, but he still couldn't help fantasizing about it.

"That's right." Liang Yue looked into the distance with a profound gaze.

This is a white lie.

Generation after generation of geniuses who should have shined in the path of immortality were ultimately trapped in history and were unable to enter.

For a warrior who sees the gods, it is like a person waking up in an airtight iron house. They could have died in a daze, but they suffer torture because of waking up. A hopeless future can drive people crazy.

The Dharma-Ending Age of Immortality is against the Way of Heaven and is also against the people of the world.

From Tan Daoji to the present day, when his descendants have fallen apart and power has changed, it can be seen that human hearts are fickle.

If you don't give people hope, their hearts will eventually change.

Liang Yue walked to the side of Yang Guang's body and used his mind to remember this man's breath.

Li Chunfeng explained beside him: "This man's name is Yang Guang, he is a remnant of the previous dynasty."

"It turns out to be Yang Guang, no wonder." Liang Yue suddenly realized.

No wonder he was killed so easily. Yang Guang was probably the most useless person among all the emperors in history.

I didn't even use the Hellfire spell, but this guy was already deader than dead.

He remembered the man's breath.

Then light the talisman.

Whoosh!
The talisman turned into green smoke and floated towards a certain direction.

"Chunfeng, follow Qingyan and meet up at the end."

"Okay." Li Chunfeng saw magic for the first time and was quite curious, so he followed Qingyan away.

Liang Yue came to the physical body five miles away.

The physical body is protected by eternal lamps and Taoist soldiers who turn beans into soldiers.

Wow!
The physical body opened its eyes, attached an earth-escaping talisman, and moved through the earth.

All the way to Chang'an City.

Liang Yue returned to the mansion first, and Xuanwu was responsible for taking care of the body.

The night-wandering spirit left his body.

After taking the Seven Treasures Jade Powder, the range of his spiritual thoughts increased to fifty feet.

Fifty times fifty equals two thousand five hundred, which is the diameter of the Night Walker.

A circle with a diameter of 2,500 feet is enough to cover the downtown area of Chang'an City.

When Li Chunfeng came to the end.

I saw more than a dozen Taoist soldiers, two meters tall and with red faces, slaughtering the Youdu believers who were disguised as slaves and servants.

Lingbao Patriarch stood in the center of the courtyard, with black and white magic patterns flowing and a hell of fire spreading around him, burning all the believers who attempted to resist without harming any grass or tree around them.

The pure golden eye between the eyebrows is very impressive.

It is very mysterious and wonderful.

Inside the secret room, Liang Yue was flipping through the information.

"Ancient Demon Corpse..."

He still didn't know who the leader of Youdu Sect was, but he already knew the reason why Youdu Sect appeared.

Originated from an ancient demon corpse.

These people use the blood of ancient demon corpses to practice magic.

"The ancient demon corpse, the immortal gods' back-up plan." Liang Yue muttered to himself, as if he had grasped the thread of ancient mythology.

The appearance of the demon corpse may be the back-up plan of the ancient gods.

There were many powerful gods and demons in ancient times. He thought from the perspective of gods and demons. If the current environment could not allow them to survive, they would definitely not sit and wait for death, but would find a place to sleep.

Before dying, he might make some plans, such as spreading his bloodline, tradition, and gaining an advantage after resurrection; or he might deliberately disrupt the world and consume the mortal dynasty.

Liang Yue had some vague guesses about the incident with the barbarian demon blood in the previous life, and now his assumption has been proven.

Mortals can only rely on the blood of demon corpses to practice martial arts, but without the true energy to open the real paradise, they have no way to find the immortals hiding in the dark to transcend the tribulation and survive in the afterlife.

"It's a pity that you met me." Liang Yue's eyes were sharp.

The first and second lives are the pursuit of survival in the Dharma-Ending Age.

This life is the last stage of cultivating immortals.

Just as the name of Jiejiao means intercepting the secrets of heaven and being the great thief of the end of the Dharma.

At this time, Li Chunfeng happened to come over, and Liang Yue handed the book to Li Chunfeng.

"Follow the clues in the future, and be careful not to let anyone find out. If you encounter any difficulties, you can contact me through the token."

Li Chunfeng took the sign and asked:

"Ancestor, where are the other people in the sect?"

"You are the only one left at the moment. The others should wait for the spiritual energy to revive and be resurrected."

Liang Yue also painted a big pie for them.

If you really reach the end of the immortal path and achieve perfection, everything will be possible.

"Oh?" Li Chunfeng had a feeling that this Lingbao Patriarch who looked very mature seemed a little unreliable. Perhaps this was the unrestrained nature of the gods. "Ancestor, does Jiejiao have any rules?"

"There are no sect rules...

All sect rules cannot withstand the passage of time. Rather than making rules that are broken by later generations, causing them to lose respect for you, it is better to have nothing at all.

"There are no sect rules, but there are three warnings."

“First, you must not attend banquets or meetings without preparation.

Second, be clear-headed about big things and be cautious about small things.
Third, accept disciples as early as possible, and don’t let them be too young.”

"Warning... Is there a rule against gambling?" Li Chunfeng asked cautiously.

"You can add it."

"Forget it." Li Chunfeng quickly waved his hand to refuse.

"Hahaha!"

During the time he had been in contact with the master, Li Chunfeng discovered that the master was not as high and mighty as he thought, but he also had real human nature, which made him feel a lot more relaxed.

It was late at night and they both went home.

Before leaving, Lingbao instructed Li Chunfeng, took out the last of the black iron, and refined ten black iron swords, saying:
"You can recruit your own forces, or enter the government and use the power of the court. But you must not reveal the existence of Jiejiao."

"As ordered!"

Li Chunfeng held a sword weighing a thousand pounds. He had never fought such a powerful battle before.

A few days later, news of Yang Guang's death spread.

Somewhere unknown.

There were constant roars and curses.

"Waste, idiot..."

The bronze temple was dark and dim.

A nine-foot-tall, handsome man with disheveled hair and bare upper body, whose face could not be seen, was drinking alone, turning a deaf ear to the curses coming from not far away. A beautiful maid walked by with a tray in her hand, attracting the man's attention.

The man walked up to the woman, put his arm around her shoulders, and tore her into "parts" in an extremely bloody manner, leaving the ground covered in blood.

The man placed the woman's head in front of the table, and held the woman's leg bones in his arms, playing the pipa. He looked crazy, as if he was neither crying nor laughing, and sang as if no one was around.

"It's hard to find a beautiful woman again."

Li Chunfeng returned to his mansion.

At that time I thought it was normal, but now I realize it later and I still feel a little excited.

I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

The next day, Li Chunfeng found his senior brother and said:

"Brother, I want to settle down. Please recommend me as the bad leader."

When the emperor ascended the throne, he sent people to summon him, but Li Chunfeng was unwilling to get involved in these mundane matters.

Since the Southern and Northern Dynasties, those who are close to the imperial power have never had a good ending.

Now that the emperor has ascended the throne and the political situation is clear, and he has important tasks to attend to, Li Chunfeng wants to give it a try by relying on the imperial power.

……

The undercurrents were surging, but they did not affect Liang Yue on the surface.

In the mansion.

Liang Yue took out the Yuehua Ding and used the collected exotic flowers and herbs to make elixirs to enhance his spirit and soul.

The cultivation of the body is secondary; the soul is permanent.

If the divine consciousness is trained to a hundred feet, the range of activity will be ten thousand feet, and one can travel dozens of miles without leaving the house.

Practice to a thousand feet... ten thousand feet...

Liang Yue looked at the bright moon in the sky.

"In the morning, I will be at the North Sea, and in the evening, I will be at Cangwu, embracing the bright moon until the end of my life."

This is great freedom and great ease.

The result is beautiful, but the process is full of hardships.

The task of finding clues can be left to future generations.

The primary task of a corpse-reincarnating immortal is to prolong his life. Running around all day long for external objects is putting the cart before the horse.

The next morning.

The golden light slanted through the courtyard building, bringing a hint of warmth. Xuanwu basked in the sun and cultivated his inner strength.

Liang Yue put on a coat and cloth shoes, and went out leading a donkey with a gourd and a bench hanging on the donkey.

Holding a long banner, walk slowly and feel the scenery of the world.

It is only the early Tang Dynasty now, and although some minor details have changed, the general trend of history is probably similar.

Li Du was not yet born, and Xuanzong's concubine had never met him.

Be a wandering Taoist priest, a hermit; experience youth, middle age, old age and death.

If you stay still, the bodies of your enemies will float past you along the river.

External objects are peeling away and the noise turns into silence.

The common people are busy, the merchants are calculating, and the young men of Wuling are riding white horses with silver saddles.

"Doctor Tongtian?"

Someone called her softly, and saw a man holding a baby with an anxious look on his face.

"Wait a moment..." Liang Yue put down two benches and treated the baby in front of the crowd.

The great doctor, Hua Tuo with a jade face, was well-known in Chang'an City.

The doctor is a doctor who treats all kinds of patients. He travels around the world and does whatever he wants.

At this time, a white-haired old man with an immortal look entered the city with two Taoist children.

"Wow, is this Chang'an City?" The Taoist boy looked up at the towering city and exclaimed in admiration.

They had lived in the countryside for more than ten years and this was their first time coming to such a prosperous city.

Another Taoist boy laughed and said, "Please stop being so rude and don't embarrass Master. Master is a world-renowned miracle doctor. How can you behave like this?"

"You're talking about me, aren't you too!"

"Silence, there are always people better than you. There is no such thing as a miracle doctor. If you tell others about it, they will laugh at you." Sun Simiao did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"That's what everyone else says." The Taoist boy said, his hands on his hips.

"Others can talk about it, but I cannot. Lest I be laughed at by experts, I will not mention it again."

Sun Simiao emphasized it again and again, and only then did the Taoist boy obey.

"Hey, look this way!" The Taoist boy pointed forward.

I saw a handsome young man with an ethereal temperament practicing medicine in front of a crowd of people.

"What a young Taoist priest! He might be a liar." The Taoist boy muttered to himself.

A passerby heard this and scolded, "Don't talk nonsense, kid. Taoist Master Tongtian is a great doctor. What do you know?"

This aroused Sun Simiao's interest, so he went forward to watch.

A middle-aged man with a big belly was crying and supporting his dying old mother.

The old woman was seventy years old, her face was sallow, she was unconscious, her right leg was broken at a strange angle, the wound emitted a foul smell, and it seemed that she had been injured for a long time.

Sun Simiao also needed to spend some effort to treat this wound.

Not to mention their own disciples, they couldn't handle any of them.

I wonder what this young man in front of me looks like?
The young man's technique was clean and efficient. He fed the woman Ma Fei San, cleaned the knife with strong liquor, cut off the rotten flesh, drained the pus and blood, and straightened the bones...

In less than half an hour, the old woman's wound had been bandaged and her complexion returned to normal.

The people around were amazed.

"Master Tongtian is really amazing. He doesn't even charge any money. Is he a deity from heaven?"

"What a great merit." People around praised.

Sun Simiao nodded secretly.

"A skilled surgeon and a talented doctor."

The obese middle-aged man kept bowing to express his gratitude, and then pretended to take out money.

"No need." Liang Yue declined, shaking his head, "There is still one item missing."

After saying that, he picked up a bench, and amid the exclamations of everyone, he knocked the fat rich man's right leg off with the bench.

"Ah!"

The rich man held his right leg, rolled on the ground in pain, tears streaming down his face.

The people around exclaimed in amazement.

Liang Yue packed up his things and slowly walked out of the crowd.

Sun Simiao was puzzled and asked, "Since you cured the disease, why did you break his son's legs?"

Liang Yue saw that this person was very eloquent, so he explained:
"Help people to the end. I am helping this person to heal his illness. This person is dressed elegantly and has a wealthy family. His mother's leg was broken for a long time, but he didn't treat her and she almost died of blood loss. This person is an unfilial and stingy person."

Treating diseases is also treating people.

Sun Simiao laughed heartily and said, "Wonderful, wonderful, you are not a good doctor, you are the prime minister's doctor, the doctor who saves the world. Haha."

……

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)