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

Chapter 37: Death of the Immortals, Longevity and Freedom. (Please read on)
The eleventh year of Taiyuan.

In this year, the Xianbei leader Tuoba Gui established the Wei Kingdom and began to compete with the Murong Yan Kingdom for the Central Plains.

The Jin Dynasty fought against the Qin army and won at first but then lost.

During the Jin Dynasty, Sima Daozi was in power. Emperor Sima Yao drove away Wang and Xie and welcomed powerful officials from the royal family. He then began to promote the Wang family of Taiyuan to provide checks and balances.

The struggle in the court spread to the people.

There was a great famine in Hezhou and a flood in Wujun.

The Qiantang River is full of shining stars.

The Taoist priest with white hair and youthful face observed the stars at night and said, "Within ten years, the Jin Dynasty will be in chaos."

"The Dao spreads throughout the world and helps all living beings. Tai'er, from today on, you must do good deeds, accumulate virtue, and make friends with noble people. Integrate the tribes of the world and resume your great cause."

"Yes!"

Yuyao Ma family.

Ma Dao was the former governor of Kuaiji and the elder brother of Ma De.

"Liu Chong, I will never forgive you." Ma Dao was horrified and furious. Even today, he still feels ashamed when he thinks of his brother's experience.

Liu Chong had many followers, and they were unable to do anything to him for a while. He was a skilled warrior, and the warriors were unable to assassinate him.

We can only wait for the right time.

In Donghu Lake, under the leadership of the tribesmen, the refugees started to reclaim wasteland.

"Brothers, Sima Liu said that the court values these lands very much. The crops are ripe this year, and each person will get 30 acres!"

"color!"

"middle!"

There were also refugee deployments in the Zhuji area, and almost all the refugees from Jiangzuo were absorbed by these two places.

Because the two of them came from a poor family, all the credit was attributed to the Xie family.

Liu Chong was relieved instead.

According to the third brother's plan, the refugees will not only be settled down, but they will be of great use in the future, so it is always a good idea to keep a low profile.

Penglai Danshi.

The outside world is changing rapidly, and the Taoist priest is making elixirs alone.

boom!
A golden light shone brightly from the cauldron, and a golden and transparent pill jumped out.

This is the Golden Crystal Pill behind the elbow.

After taking one pill, your mind will be clear and comfortable, and you will feel like you are floating in the air.

The range of telekinesis sensing seems to have increased a lot.

The range is six zhang in radius.

"Six zhang, about nineteen meters."

Within this range, nothing can escape one's perception, even when sleeping. One's spiritual thoughts can automatically sense external objects to prevent others from attacking one.

As the elixir is taken, perhaps the mind will undergo incredible changes.

Now the soul has a photographic memory. When it grows to a certain level, perhaps other supernatural powers will be born.

According to the information provided by Ning Yangzi, once the silk is wound into a cocoon, the body can begin to disintegrate.

There are many methods of corpse transformation in the world, including fire transformation, water transformation, and weapon transformation. All of these methods require the abandonment of the physical body.

The Jade Silkworm Method is called Taiyi Guarding the Corpse, Taiyin Refining the Form.

It is a method of not abandoning the physical body.

After death, the body decays and the soul refines in the void. As time passes, the decayed body gradually recovers, and after a period of time, it can wake up again.

The whole process takes sixty years.

The stronger the spiritual power, the shorter the time of physical training.

The shorter it is, the better it is for you.

"Ning Yangzi claims to be 180 years old. Minus the 60 years of corpse transformation, doesn't that mean he has only lived 120 years?"

The first life lasted for eighty years, and the second life lasted forty years before he died.

"As expected, we still cannot be too detached from the world. We must have the art of protecting the Dao."

Liang Yue put down the bottle of medicine, stood up and put on his robe.

At this time, the moonlight outside the window is bright and the stars are twinkling.

The crops grow and are harvested, and the land is inhabited by successive generations of people.

Dynasties rise suddenly and fall suddenly.

The bright moon is still the bright moon, and the stars are still the stars.

Before I knew it, the night had deepened.

Shi Quanzi came and knocked on the door.

"Shanbo, Bao Liang is dead."

Bao Liang was buried in the back mountain, with only a lonely grave and a rough tombstone.

Monk Jiekong arrived at some point.

Shi Quanzi looked at his friend who had rowed against the current with him in the past, his eyes calm as if everything was normal.

"What did Senior Bao say?" "Nothing. After dinner, I chatted with him for a while. He stopped and smiled and said, 'I'm leaving now.'"

After that, he lost his breath and died in a very peaceful way.

"At ninety-six years old, it's almost time for him to go." Jie Kong smiled indifferently.

"I see."

A generation of immortal governor, a famous figure in the south of the Yangtze River, turned into a lonely grave in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Bao Liang’s tombstone.

For some reason, Liang Yue felt a little confused.

Over the past two thousand years, we have experienced countless hardships, difficulties, and thorns.

The greatest sorrow for cultivators in this era is that they have magic skills but cannot practice.

I can be considered one of the lucky ones, or one of the unlucky ones.

Walking on thin ice with fear and fear.

“Did you really reach the other side?”

Shi Quanzi poured a pot of wine on Bao Liang's tombstone and couldn't help sighing.

"Seeking the truth makes one grow old, and time has suddenly passed. Shanbo."

"What's the matter, senior?"

"When I die, I will be buried next to Brother Bao."

"it is good."

After Monk Jiekong paid his respects, the three of them went down the mountain together.

Passing through bamboo forests and rocks, suddenly a strong wind and rain came, blowing through the forest and blowing leaves.

The three men's clothes were soaked as they braved the wind and rain as they went down the mountain.

It was already early morning when we reached the foot of the mountain.

The red sun is rising, the fog in the sky is dispelled and the dark clouds are driven away. The sky is bright and the clouds are just beginning to dawn. The towering mountains and steep cliffs are undulating and very spectacular.

Liang Yue suddenly had an epiphany, thinking: "Green mountains welcome each other, white clouds love each other, and immortality is everywhere."

Everything in the world is unpredictable and unpredictable.

Judging from the few words left behind by our predecessors, there are countless mysteries in this world waiting to be explored.

Living forever alone is a blessing from God.

In this life, you have good friends and relatives, beautiful friends and loved ones. Live this life well and leave no regrets.

Liang Yue hurried down the mountain, but did not do anything earth-shattering. He took a hot bath first.

"I should have brought an umbrella."

The days after that were uneventful, with me occasionally studying the family's collection of books.

There is really nothing good in the collections of aristocratic families these days. The metaphysical books are too false and empty, and are even not as good as the collections of small families in remote areas.

Could it be that you look down on those spells with vulgar names?
Or maybe the big families don’t believe in Xuandao at all, and instead focus on practicing martial arts.

In his spare time, he made elixirs, fed divine crows, practiced internal skills, and occasionally exchanged letters with Zhu Yingtai.

The earth is coming back to life and new buds are growing.

On this day, Xu Xianzhi brought a middle-aged man, who, judging from his clothes, must be a refugee.

"Master, this person claims that he is a descendant of Emperor Jianshi of the Han Dynasty. Seeing that I am collecting rare books on ancient metaphysics, he came forward to recommend himself." Xu Xianzhi was a little helpless.

This guy insisted on seeing the owner of the manor in person, so he had to bring him over.

"Greetings, Master. My name is Liu Shan, and I am the twenty-eighth generation grandson of Emperor Jianshi of the Han Dynasty."

The man looked rough, but his behavior was reasonable and controlled, and he didn't seem to be pretending.

"Descendants of Emperor Jianshi? Was there such an emperor in the Han Dynasty?" Liang Yue couldn't remember the name, but he didn't think too much about it. He might be a self-proclaimed king. "Do you have any treasures?"

"No."

"Then how dare you come over here!" Xu Xianzhi raised his eyebrows.

"No, no, there is, but it's not here. It's in a place recorded by our ancestors."

After saying this, the man untied two bamboo scrolls from his trouser legs.

One of the volumes was the Huainanzi written by Liu An. When Liang Yue saw the objects related to Liu An, he believed it half way.

"What is this?" Liang Yue pointed at another bamboo slip.

"This is our family tree, proving that this item was indeed passed down from our ancestors."

Liang Yue opened it and took a look.

In the fifth year of Tianfeng, Fan Chong, a native of Langye, started an uprising. He brought six treasures and possessed supernatural powers. He established the Red Eyebrow Army and enthroned our ancestor Liu Penzi, a member of the Han royal family, as emperor in Guanzhong and changed the era name to Jianshi.

"It turned out to be the Red Eyebrow Army."

This Emperor Jianshi was none other than Liu Penzi, the emperor who was supported by the Red Eyebrow Army during the Wang Mang period.

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(Three chapters have been updated today)

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