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

Chapter 32: Walking through the green mountains, the gods are here (please read it later)
"You two, please follow me."

Liang Yue led the two to the water pavilion, and then went back to change into casual clothes.

Beautiful appearance.

Bao Liang nodded secretly.

He is both a farmer and a Taoist priest.

This casual and natural state is in line with the philosophy of Laozi and Zhuangzi.

"You two have been waiting for a long time."

"We came here because of your reputation as an alchemist. When we first saw you, we thought you were a farm official." Jie Kong said with a smile.

Liang Yue made tea for the two of them, and smiled when he heard this: "The world is like a furnace, and this is also a kind of alchemy."

"By selecting the good breeds and adding a curved plow that can be used with one ox and one plow, at least more refugees can be resettled. This method of equalizing the people will be taught to more people in the future."

"You two, how about this Qimin Treasure Pill?"

A peaceful and prosperous era is the best environment for the corpse-reincarnating immortals to survive.

Liang Yue had some free time and began to study farming; governance, chaos, prosperity and decline were all just a matter of having enough food to eat.

Production efficiency improved, and the aristocratic families were broken down into large landowners and countless small landowners, starting a three-hundred-year cycle. At least the peace period was a little longer.

The two of them looked through the information Liang Yue had summarized over the past six months.

These materials cover five areas of knowledge: agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry, fishery and sideline products. In order to keep up with the times, many stories of saints and sages are deliberately adapted.

This is called "Huangdi's Art of Governing the People".

"This is a precious elixir that can benefit all people and the world." Bao Liang exclaimed.

After all, he was a prefect and knew the purpose of this book.

"I will dedicate this book to Xie Xuan, the governor of Kuaiji."

Seeing the benefits, it is impossible for the noble families not to use this method.

The technology began to spread.

In about ten years, many small landlords or self-cultivating farmers composed of several brothers from a family will emerge in the Jiangzuo area, forming a certain basic base and further disintegrating the power of the aristocratic families.

This can be considered as a contribution to the world besides soy sauce.

Similarly, the merit of writing a book is enough to get promoted.

"Good, good." The monk clasped his hands together and chanted in a low voice.

At this moment, he saw the jade pendant on Liang Yue's waist out of the corner of his eye and was stunned.

"Where did you get this Black Crane Jade Pendant?"

"Jade pendant?" Liang Yue took the jade pendant. It was given to him by Zhu Yingtai. "It was given to me by a friend."

The monk looked strange and asked again, "Is he an old friend from Taihu Academy? Is he from Yuzhang?"

"Exactly."

"Amitabha, the sea of suffering is boundless." Jie Kong clasped his hands together.

Liang Yue suddenly felt something strange and was about to ask.

"Shanbo, what do you want me to do..."

Shi Quanzi's voice came.

The old man was leaning on his walking stick and suddenly saw Bao Liang.

The two were stunned.

"Bao Liang!"

"Daozhong!"

The years passed in a trance, and the two had not seen each other for nearly sixty years since they moved south.

The two young men, who were once as handsome as fair horses and as charming as red sleeves, have gone through the passage of time and their black hair has turned white.

One is old and the other is disabled.

There is a reopening day, and no one is young.

When the two met, they had nothing to say but tears.

"Ah, it's been too long. I didn't expect to see you again."

The two people who hadn't seen each other for sixty years seemed to have opened up and started talking about the past.

Liang Yue and Jie Kong did not disturb the two men, but drank quietly and listened to the old man's stories.

During the Yongjia Rebellion, the elites fled south, including Zu Ti, Liu Kun, Lu Ji, Lu Yun...

All the romantic and heroic people have long been washed away by the rain and wind.

At this time, Liang Yue also knew Shi Quanzi's true identity.

It was Zu Daozhong, the youngest son of Zu Ti’s ancestor Yuzhou, who rose up to dance upon hearing the cock-crow and rowed the oar in the middle of the stream.

No wonder I couldn’t help myself when I heard about the Northern Expedition.

Listening to the two's words, Liang Yue seemed to be back in the past, when Zu Ti knocked on the oar and swore loudly: "Those who cannot clean up the Central Plains and restore the river will be like the great river!"

When Zu Ti was alive, even Wang Dun, who was a powerful figure in the Jin Dynasty, did not dare to face his edge.

The story of Yongjia has become history, and Zu Ti’s Northern Expedition has come to an end.

One can't help but feel the vicissitudes of life as the Yangtze River rolls eastward and the waves wash away all the heroes.

"After eighty, the coffin is closed and the body is reincarnated. Looking back over the past hundred years, will it be the same as the two of us today?"

By then, Xie Xuan, Liu Chong, Yao Chang, Murong Chui and others would have passed away, and new celebrities would have emerged to dominate the country.

The heavy sense of history is overwhelming and suffocating.

Liang Yue felt that he would not be like that.

When old people sigh about the past, it is because they are getting old and are no longer young.

He himself is an immortal who has been reincarnated into a immortal being, with long life and eternal vision, and spring never passes without him.

All heroes of the country are just passing by.

It will definitely not be like this again. "This is Ba..." Shi Quanzi was about to introduce him when he suddenly saw a stranger here.

"It's okay, Jie Kong is an insider."

"This is Liang Shanbo of Liang Yue, the inheritor of the Eight Birds Skill and the master of the Heavenly Master Lamp."

"Is he the new generation of Zhitou Dajiu?" Bao Liang nodded secretly. With both virtue and morality, he was indeed qualified to be the Zhitou Dajiu.

"Not really."

"Whether you are the high priest or the owner of the manor, the past is past. Please stay, senior." Liang Yue tried to persuade him to stay.

Bao Liang is very famous, maybe I can learn a lot from her.

After having a good meal and a few drinks, Jie Kong said goodbye and left, giving his address.

"Master, if you have any problems or are confused in the future, you can come and talk to me."

After saying this, Jie Kong left in a leisurely manner, singing loudly before leaving, feeling very relaxed.

Bao Liang exchanged alchemy experiences with Liang Yue, and Liang Yue handed over the Lingfei Dan, Dixian Dan, Qingliu Dan, and Qingmei Dan that he knew how to make.

"Yes, the truth is simple. I have here the Golden Elixir, Lead and Mercury Song, which explains the medicinal properties of gold and stone, and five sets of precious elixirs."

Bao Liang was worried that Liang Yue would find it too little, so she added:

"I won't show you other medicinal herbs, such as those for treating foot pain, headache, and stomach bloating."

"I dare not, I dare not." Liang Yue flipped through it casually. This thing benefited him a lot.

"Also, there is a method that cannot be practiced. You might as well keep it as well to avoid losing it."

As if entrusting an orphan to someone else's care, Bao Liang took out a yellowed bamboo slip from the package.

The bamboo slips looked like they had been soaked in tung oil, and were glossy and full, having been stored for many years.

"Golden Liquid and Jade Liquid Returning to the Elixir Technique."

Bao Liang stood up and paced back and forth in the Penglai Dan Room.

"There are no immortals in the world anymore, so the art of returning the elixir to the original state cannot be practiced. The essence of this old man's elixir recipe is still a medicinal elixir."

After Bao Liang's explanation, Liang Yue finally understood.

The reason why Bao Liang lived so long was because he only practiced ordinary internal strength and replenished his qi and blood through alchemy tonics, so he lived a long life.

Pills are the elixirs for spiritual practice.

When plants, metals and stones are combined together, they only have medicinal properties but no spirituality.

It needs to be refined with gold or jade as a medium, and then with true fire and magic formulas, before it can possess spirituality.

"For example, this Da Huan Dan, according to the book, after taking it, the old man can walk as fast as the wind and have the strength of his youth. However, the medicine I made can only help the old man make up for the loss of qi and blood, and it is just a tonic."

"The detoxification pill can cure a hundred poisons, but the one I refined can only cure food poisoning and stomach pain."

Even so, Bao Liang has become a god in people's hearts thanks to such medical methods.

After this explanation, Liang Yue suddenly understood.

The so-called "Returning the Elixir" is a method used by ancient alchemy practitioners. To understand it in Earth terms, it is "chemical reaction", "catalysis", "oxidation-reduction" and the like.

Alchemy without the use of true Qi will only result in a crude and mechanical combination of materials, which will not be able to exert its true medicinal power.

"No wonder I feel like the Earthly Immortal Pills aren't very effective lately."

In fact, he did not master the method of making the elixir.

Now it suddenly becomes clear.

Thinking of this, Liang Yue stood up and saluted solemnly.

"Thank you for your guidance, I am grateful!"

"No need to be so polite. The classics of the ancients must be passed down."

The next day, early morning.

The east is bright and all things come to life.

Golden light fills the earth, and farmers go out to work.

Bao Liang bids farewell to Liang Yue and Shi Quanzi.

"Where are you going, Brother Bao?"

"Senior, please stay."

"No need to keep me here. I have fulfilled my wish. I plan to take a boat across the sea to visit the green mountains I saw when I was young. Maybe I can see the gods. Haha!"

There is no more obsession with immortality. The saddest thing about people who practice Taoism is that they do not see the true Dharma.

He will set out on his journey again.

Seeing Shi Quanzi's appearance, Bao Liang couldn't help feeling sad. After this farewell, he was afraid that they would never see each other again until the underworld.

"Haha, god..." Shi Quanzi suddenly laughed.

"I see." Liang Yue suddenly said, "If you have seen the true Dharma, isn't it right in front of you, Senior?"

"what?"

Liang Yue pointed his finger and the cane in Bao Liang's hand instantly turned into a poisonous snake.

He was so shocked that he threw it away immediately.

Next, an even more mysterious scene happened.

The scene changed in an instant, and the three of them were in the deep mountains and forests, and the next moment they were back to the original place.

Liang Yue spread out his palms, and the golden true fire was ethereal and the temperature was scorching.

The reflection of people's faces is uncertain.

Wow!
The flames faded and everything returned to normal.

Only the temperature of the real fire remained in the air, and Liang Yue returned to his previous state.

"Senior, this is Guangchengzi's true Dharma."

"Brother Bao, if you walk through the green mountains, you will find the gods there."

(End of this chapter)