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

Chapter 102: Overcoming all the disasters, immortals remain forever

The southeast is a beautiful place and the capital of the Three Wus.

Plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River, with willow trees, painted bridges and tens of thousands of houses.

After a period of sixty years, this place has changed a lot, and the Three Wus have become an important city in the south.

Liang Yue walked through the narrow alleys holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Changle Town is no longer the village it used to be, but has developed into an urban area.

There are relatively few members of the Liang clan. Since Liang Yi went to Jiankang, the rest of the Liang clan also followed him, less than thirty people.

Liuzhuang is much smaller than before, and part of it was divided among the Buqu families. The place far away from the town is now the Liang family's old house.

Walking along the streets, you can see Liang Yue’s original living habits everywhere.

Today is August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

People were hurrying along the street, and vendors on both sides of the road were selling various moon cakes.

A famous person's habits can influence a region or even a nation.

Before Liang Yue, ancient people also had the habit of gathering to admire the moon, but the time was not fixed, or it was a regional festival.

With the establishment of the Song Dynasty, this festival gradually spread throughout the Southern Dynasties, and even the Han people in the north celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival and ate mooncakes.

Soon, they arrived near Liuzhuang.

The wind blows through the rice fields, Liang Yue stands there with an umbrella. Occasionally, passers-by pass by, but they subconsciously ignore this person, as if he has merged with the world.

The bright moon hangs on the treetops, casting down brilliant starlight.

The moon in my hometown is the brightest.

Liuzhuangwu Fort has shrunk a lot, and only the main house, Wutong Garden, Qingshan Garden, back mountain, etc. remain.

Covering a small area, the fortress that once accommodated thousands of people has now been transformed into a market town.

Entering Qingshan Garden, the house was deserted.

The waterside pavilion, attic, jade pavilion and wind pavilion were empty and spotless.

It seemed to be always looked after.

Wutong Garden.

The phoenix tree is still there, but its leaves have fallen on the steps.

In the master bedroom, the portraits of Liang Yue painted by Gu Kaizhi look as new as ever.

The people in the painting are lifelike.

Liang Yue took it off, took back the mountain ghost jade pendant, and picked two ripe loquats.

Standing in the water pavilion, Liang Yue leaned against the railing and felt the lake breeze blowing towards him.

Back then, Xie Lingyun liked to read on the stone chair by the water, and Xie Xuan often pretended to be a master on the treetops, occasionally competing with crows for position.

Heyun and Jingming were still children, running around everywhere. Zhang Wenzhi chased them and urged them to learn martial arts.

Zhu Yingtai learned to play the qin from Xie Daoyun and played the music poorly.

Looking into the distance, the persimmon trees planted by Shiquanzi in the back mountain are bright red.

"Shanbo! How about this song?"

"Third brother, what are you doing? Drink three cups first!"

"Daddy! Mommy bullies me!"

Liang Yue turned around suddenly.

I saw the Mid-Autumn moon was full and the moonlight was like water.

The room was filled with guests and friends, with laughter and joy. Familiar figures appeared one by one, then slowly disappeared and faded away.

Suddenly an old friend came to my mind, and it was already autumn when I looked back at the mountains and rivers.

"Is this a memory?" Liang Yue felt it was extremely real.

The existence of memory proves that you are still yourself after resurrection.

In the next 1,700 years, perhaps people will continue to come and go, but at least the memory will be eternal.

This is the training a monk must go through.

The moonlight is like water, and the Taoist in the second life realizes his state of mind.

When Liang Yue just stepped into Liuzhuang, it was a house somewhere in Qingshan Garden.

Inside the high walls of the courtyard, a white-haired old man was sitting opposite the grandson who was in his teens. An oil lamp was lit on the table, and the old and the young were admiring the bright moon.

"Great Grandfather, why do you guard this place every day?"

Grandson Li Hu was a little confused.

Why do only two of us stay here every year?

The old man cut off a piece of mooncake and gave half to his grandson. His arms, exposed from his sleeves, were covered with scars of varying sizes.

Facing his grandson's puzzled look, the old man looked at him with a hint of reminiscence and said, "For a promise... my great-grandfather will not leave this place. He is also waiting for someone, someone who will save our clan."

"Can that person cure our disease?" Li Hu asked with a hint of longing in his eyes.

From the age of ten, a red mark appeared between his eyebrows. At the same time, his blood vessels began to heat up and his internal organs were in constant pain. It can be said that his life was worse than death.

He died at the age of twenty-five in pain and despair.

Li Hu's grandfather and father both died this way.

"Of course I can." Li Hongwen looked determined, and he himself was an example.

At that time, Li Hongwen thought that the blood curse of this family was gone, but he never expected that the next generation still had this disease.

Li Hu listened to his grandfather's words as if he were listening to some myth, and said, "Are you talking about Liang Zu? But Liang Zu passed away many years ago."

"No, Master just turned into a butterfly and ascended to heaven. He will come back one day." Li Hongwen believed it firmly.

People of this lineage have short lives, strong emotions, and often decide on something and never look back.

After all, their lives are too short and they don't have the same room for maneuver as others. Since they have done it, they should not regret it.

"Hu'er, after your great-grandfather dies, you have to guard this place, pass it down from generation to generation, and wait for the return of the gods." Li Hongwen said seriously.

"Okay, grandson understands." Li Hu nodded seriously.

Perhaps this is the fate of this lineage.

"Haha, what a fool's dream!"

Suddenly, a sneer came from the wall.

"not good!"

Li Hongwen's expression changed and he stood up suddenly.

The full moon was like a disk, and five figures were standing on the wall, each holding a knife. In the middle, the leader in a red robe and a black iron mask held two swords, and the blades reflected the cold moonlight.

There were four people standing on the roof on the other side.

The moment the sound was made, the four people on the roof raised their hands and shot darts into the sky.

Li Hongwen pulled out the long sword from under the table and protected his grandson Li Hu.

The sword hummed and danced like a dragon in all directions. The round and unbreakable sword force formed a cyclone that cut down all the arrows.

"Good martial arts!"

The red-robed man swooped down like an eagle, and twelve cold rays of light burst out from the tip of the knife. The cold rays of light intertwined, and the knife light wandered in the air like phosphorescent fire from the underworld.

"What a Lingnan Soul-Shocking Sword!"

The Yin-Yang Sword Net was shattered, the corner of Li Hongwen's clothes tore silently, and the long sword chopped down on his head. The long sword was like a swimming dragon, reflecting the green light and picking up the flying sword.

The two figures crossed each other in the yard, breaking through the doors and windows and entering the room.

In a duel between masters, attention is not allowed to be distracted at all, and the leader did not attack Li Hu.

The others split into two groups to help, and two of them rushed over to try to catch Li Hu.

"do not want!"

Li Hu held his head in fear.

Such cowardly behavior was in line with their age, and the two men relaxed their guard a little.

"Go to hell!" Li Hu jumped up and sprinkled two balls of white ash from his hands. The white ash sprinkled into the eyes of the two men, and the intense burning sensation made them cry out in pain.

"Little guy... uh..."

The next second, the two men felt a chill in their throats, and the dagger cut their throats.

The people inside the door who were besieging Li Hongwen were extremely surprised and two more people came out.

The two men blocked the left and right with knives.

Li Hu's body was as swift as a swimming dragon. Although he was only twelve years old and not as strong as the two thieves, he was agile and could fly through the flowers without getting hurt by a single leaf.

It seemed as if there was endless supply of lime, which was sprinkled out from time to time to defeat the enemy.

The thieves were well prepared, and the lime didn't work, but it did stop the two men a little.

Li Hu walked around, swearing and cursing.

"You little bastard!" The two men had been wandering the martial arts world for many years, and this was the first time they saw such a scoundrel-like martial arts hero. They were so angry that they were about to die on the spot.

The knife net became tighter and tighter, almost cutting off Li Hu's head several times.

The strange thing is that Li Hu was not panicked at all. He had the ability to climb over the wall and escape several times, but he kept wandering around the small yard.

Finally, the two men forced Li Hu into a corner and were about to chop him down.

Li Hu smiled slyly and said, "Fall!"

boom!
The two men fell down and fell into a deep sleep.

It turned out that there was invisible smoke in the air, and Li Hu was waiting for the smoke to take effect.

"Hehe, Brother Xu's smoke potion is still too slow to take effect."

boom!
At this moment, two figures broke through the roof and continued to fight.

The others had been killed by Li Hongwen, but the price was several deep wounds on Li Hongwen's body.

boom!
The long sword cut open the black iron mask, revealing the face of a middle-aged man.

"You are indeed a member of the Tan family!" Li Hongwen gritted his teeth, "Did you betray the oath of your ancestors?"

The man laughed and said, "Our ancestors were too pedantic. How could they see a treasure and not take it? You are old. If you continue to fight, you will die. It is better to hand over the whereabouts of the treasure and I will spare your life."

As he was speaking, the man left another wound on Li Hongwen.

"Stupid..." Li Hongwen was about to refute.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his grandson Li Hu coming to support him.

"Come on!"

"Black-faced ghost, your father's ashes are here!"

Li Hu roared and threw out a ball of lime powder.

"..."

The Tan family member was so shocked by these words that he lost consciousness for a moment and was almost beheaded by Li Hongwen's sword, leaving a faint blood mark on his cheek.

"Black-faced man, your uncle, eldest uncle...daughter, son, illegitimate child...the ashes of your biological father next door are here!"

Lime is nothing, smoke is nothing, the mental attack like dirty words is even more shocking than the strongest sword moves.

The Tan family was so angry that they felt dizzy and wanted to kill the little beast with a sword, but they were restrained by Li Hongwen. Their minds were in chaos, allowing Li Hongwen to catch his breath.

The black-faced man had never seen warriors quarreling like the common people.

Martial arts originated from aristocratic families, and they venerate the bearing of famous scholars and the demeanor of chivalrous men. Even if they are mortal enemies, they will not humiliate them.

I never thought there would be such a villain in the world.

Of course, the tricks were just tricks after all, and Li Hongwen was old and weak, so he could not defeat the opponent.

Tan Xuan seized the opportunity and kicked Li Hu away. Li Hu flew backwards several feet and hit a tree as thick as a bowl, and his life or death was unknown. Then Tan Xuan used his backhand to cut open Li Hongwen's stomach with a knife.

Tan Xuan held the unconscious Li Hu in one hand and a knife in the other, and walked towards the old man step by step.

“You are the person that Liang Zu valued the most. Unfortunately, after Liang Zu died, you were too young to control the situation by yourself. The Changle Sect had to find their own way out.”

"Now I've made this mistake again, accepting such an uneducated little disciple, and stubbornly clinging to the ancestral rules."

"Can you keep a dead man alive by guarding him day and night? Tell me, where are the six treasures of the Heavenly Master? Spare your grandson's life."

Under the moonlight, Tan Xuan's expression was uncertain.

With unique skills, one will naturally have ambitions.

He could never understand why his great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather worshipped a dead person as a god and did not dare to attack.

They are just ancient people from previous generations, what is there to be afraid of?

If someone is too old to walk when he is alive, how can he come back to life after death?
"No comment, just kill us."

Li Hongwen secretly thought it was a pity that in the end he still failed to live up to his master's trust and failed to protect the family business.

A decade of perseverance was destroyed in an instant.

"it is good!"

Tan Xuan was furious and planned to kill someone with a knife.

At this time, a calm voice came.

"Who called me?"

I saw a figure holding an umbrella coming towards me from thirty feet away.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, a young face slowly emerged.

His face is white and beardless, and his eyes are like stars.

Li Hongwen's eyes widened. This person was none other than his young-looking master.

"Master, are you back?"

"what?"

Tan Xuan was shocked.

A magical scene happened.

The sword flew a hundred steps away, with a cold light like a rainbow, and pierced through Tan Xuan’s head.

"Haha, it's really Master!" Li Hongwen laughed loudly, tears streaming down his face.

The master is truly a deity...

He was happy and sad at the same time because he was old and could no longer accompany his master.

"Hongwen, Master is here. This time, Master is not old." The sixteen-year-old Liang Yue's eyes were gentle.

After overcoming all the disasters, the gods will come again.

(End of this chapter)