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

Chapter 73 Five Years, the Path to Corpse Reincarnation
Five years later, it was the first year of Long'an.

Liang Yue was thirty-two years old, and he had thirty-two coils of jade silk thread.

Last year, in the 21st year of Taiyuan, Emperor Xiaowu Sima Yao joked with Concubine Zhang after drinking. Concubine Zhang thought she had fallen out of favor, and in anger she ordered the palace maids to smother him to death with a quilt.

The young Sima Dezong came to power, Sima Daozi and Wang Guobao controlled the government, Wang Gong, the governor of Yanzhou, and Yu Kai, the governor of Yuzhou, conspired to purge the emperor's side, and the situation was chaotic.

In this year, Xie Xuan resigned as the governor of Yangzhou, and Liu Yu, who had been dormant for several years, was finally crowned the governor of Yangzhou, Marquis of Shangyu County, and the military commander of the eight counties in the southeast of Metropolis and Dongyang.

The eight counties in the southeast have already established their own territories.

The chaos in the world will not affect the prosperity of Jiangzuo.

The vast East China Sea is shrouded in vast smoke.

Overseas is an unknown world where countless legends originate.

Penglai, Fangzhang, Yingzhou...are full of dangers and opportunities.

Seaside village.

At this time, there were bursts of shouting and killing sounds.

A handsome young man wearing armor and with a scar at the corner of his eye was fighting with more than a dozen men in Taoist robes in the village.

The young man is very skilled in martial arts, holding a sword in his right hand and a knife in his left hand.

Sometimes they leap like a bird, sometimes they descend like a tiger from the mountain, with hundreds of different moves. Even when they are besieged, it seems like they are fighting a group of people.

On a treetop not far away, a girl with a ponytail, a high nose bridge, and wheat-colored skin was holding an ox-horn bow and shooting arrows like a string of pearls.

The two men cooperated perfectly, and even when the arrow grazed the young man's face, he remained indifferent.

Soon, a man and a woman teamed up to take down more than ten enemies.

Six figures came from all directions, and after dealing with the remaining enemies, they gathered around the young man.

"Search, we finally found the base of these Taiping remnants." The young man gave orders.

"Dao Ji, your martial arts have become stronger again." The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, which was the age when she was lively and active.

"Jue'er, your martial arts are also good." Tan Daoji turned around and said with a smile.

The woman was Liu Jue, who had been fostered in the Liang family for more than ten years.

Soon, everyone collected all kinds of books and treasures.

"Hand in the treasures and return to distribute them. Hand in all the books."

Tan Daoji glanced at the book and saw that it was full of weird stuff and he couldn't understand it either.

In recent years, the Changle School has followed Liu Yu's expansion, traveling all over Yangzhou in search of ancient clues and treasures.

In the past few years, Liang Yue has developed many martial arts moves, all named after the clues of gods and monsters they found. Most people in the Changle School believe that searching for relics is studying ancient martial arts.

They all rode back to Kuaiji.

Looking along the road, there are rows of fields and the mountains are quiet, which is in sharp contrast to the bleakness five years ago.

Following Liang Yue's suggestion, Liu Yu did not take too big a step. He promoted a group of people from poor and inferior families, and in the process distributed the land and cracked down on the practice of hiding the population.

Today, Kuaiji is also well governed, and other counties are making slow progress.

The capital of Kuaiji County, the Grand Military Governor's Office.

There were strong soldiers and horses on both sides. The middle-aged man in the lead was dressed in a gorgeous robe and a golden crown. He had tiger eyes and looked very powerful. He was holding his second son Liu Yizhen and teasing him.

"Daoji pays homage to the Grand Commander!"

"Dad!"

Liu Yu looked up, motioned the maid to take the child away, and said with a smile: "Are you here? Come and sit down."

"Dao Ji, when will you join our army for training? In the future, we will rely on you young men to conquer the world." Liu Yu, who was 39 years old at the time, was not too old. Many people at this age were just ordinary minor officials.

If Liang Yue had not suggested to avoid the limelight, he would have fallen into Sima Daozi's trap five years ago and become the governor of Yangzhou.

How could it be as comfortable as it is now to gradually erode the high-ranking families and steadily increase their titles?

Tan Daoji said, "Let's talk about it later. I am still the leader of Changle Sect now."

"That's fine. It's the same if I do things for my third brother."

When Liu Yu mentioned his third brother, he thought that this kid was so cool and unrestrained.

He spent the whole day enjoying the beautiful scenery and his wife, and they were really happy. People at that time called them "the immortal couple".

"This Taiping Southeast was built for everyone, so just enjoy it, Third Brother."

The loyalty of the heroes of the Han Dynasty cannot be understood by others.

Liu Yu changed the subject and asked, "Is it about time for you two to get married?"

Liu Jue's face flushed, and he said, "It's all up to my father."

Tan Daoji bowed down.

"Haha, okay, let's find Ge Xuanpu to set an auspicious date some other day. Go ahead."

"Yes!" The two got on the carriage to go home.

"Dao Ji, do you want to achieve great things?" Liu Jue asked.

"Yes, but we have to wait a little longer. The others haven't grown up yet."

The head of Changle cannot hold a secular position.

Liu Yifu must be the successor to his father, Heyun is only eight years old, Jingming is five. Tanlong, Liangliang, Bao Qizhi and others are not talented enough.

"It can't be Xie Lingyun, right?"

Speaking of Xie Lingyun, both of them shuddered.

Xie Lingyun was twelve years old. He had good literary talent but average martial arts skills, but he was too lazy, even lazier than his grandfather.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at Liuzhuang.

All the way to Qingshan Garden.

Willows sway in the wind, and their catkins fly.

The water in the pond is clear and green, and mandarin ducks are swimming around.

There was a grass turtle the size of a head basking in the sun by the pond, and a big black dog kept barking.

The two of them looked closely and saw a cute little girl with a bun climbing up to the treetop, with her arms folded across her chest. She looked very proud, and her temperament was like the superior Xie Xuan.

"He Yun, come down quickly!"

Liu Yifeng was extremely anxious. The five-year-old Liang Jingming was silent and stared at his sister blankly. Then he turned around and basked in the sun with the grass tortoise.

Liu Jue climbed up the tree and took the child down.

"Don't learn from Grandpa Xie, got it?"

"Oh." The little girl said perfunctorily and ran away.

Tan Daoji went to another water pavilion.

Liang Yue has a beard and looks almost the same as he did five years ago.

Xie Xuan stood on the treetop and felt the wind, his expression was similar to He Yun.

"Thank you, senior. Master, I have brought the things."

"Okay, move back to the inner room."

Liang Yue got up and went back into the house, looking through the information sent from various places.

There are various Taoist books and biographies on the bookshelf next to it. The countless true and false myths, ghosts and legends can be written into a book of strange stories.

Liang Yue flipped through the books from the Taiping Dao. Most of them were fake Taoist theories and magic, and the rest were difficult to tell true from false, perhaps modified by later generations.

"The classics are too polluted, the ruins are more authentic."

He has also compiled a lot of myths and legends over the years, but unfortunately there are no real clues.

The Changle Sect has found out a lot, both true and false.

If it was an ancient immortal god, his cave might be buried thousands of feet underground, and there would be nothing they could do.

Liang Yue searched for a long time and found a book called "Feathered Flying Curse" and studied it carefully.

"Finally found."

This is the magic of the Heavenly Master's Cloak.

The Ever-Bright Lamp Flame has its own method of cultivation, and the Heavenly Master should also have a similar method.

In the past five years, Liang Yue not only searched for the remaining whisks of the Sun family, but also studied the cultivation method of the Heavenly Master's cloak.

Otherwise, it can only take off and make simple moves, but it cannot fly high, like a living target.

The Feathered Flying Spell can control the magic weapon to fly freely.

"In this way, we can also have a certain degree of air control."

Liang Yue was in a good mood as he had obtained another correct method.

After resting for a while, he opened the rare family copy sent by Liu Yu. In the corner, there was a yellowed jade slip with blurred words on it, which was ancient bird-and-insect seal script.

"Ancient Immortals' Stories of Strange Things?"

After five years of intensive research, Liang Yue had already mastered all kinds of pre-Qin characters. Except for those lost characters, he had a general understanding of the others, even the oracle bone inscriptions.

Liang Yue opened the bamboo slips carefully.

This is not a book of magic, nor is it a mythological relic. It seems to be a summary of the ancients.

“Who in this world is free from worries? Even the gods and immortals are free from worries…There are five kinds of immortals in the world…The lower grade of the five immortals are ghost immortals. Ghost immortals care less about the body and more about the soul. Even corpse immortals can be ranked among them.”

"Immortals have their own magic, humans have their own paths, ghosts have their own ways, and different immortals have their own unique ways. The corpse-transmigrating immortals also have their own unique magical powers..."

(End of this chapter)