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

Chapter 11: Yellow Spring Lantern, Poor Scholar of Lower Grade

"To establish a career..." Liu Chong stroked his beard and said with a wry smile, "I only wish for peace in the world."

He was originally a handsome and strong man, but he grew a beard to hide his identity.

"By the way, Brother Lin, is there any news about the person I asked you to keep an eye on?" Liu Chong asked.

"Brother, I'm watching."

Lin Jian is a descendant of the native southern nobles, and is incompatible with the wealthy and powerful northern immigrants. Also, because he has been doing business for many years and has come into contact with all kinds of people, he is a natural at managing intelligence and logistics.

He saw that Liu Chong was very powerful, so he made friends with him, and later he met Liang Yue.

The two men, one a scholar and the other a military man, were both capable of great things and would surely be made dukes or prime ministers in the future, so they invested heavily.

"I'm coming!"

The ranger hiding among the refugees sent the news.

"【We will start the rebellion tomorrow night, and then we will cooperate inside and outside to force the East Gate to open.】There is a member of the sect who often deals with Sun's rice shop at the East Gate. The rice thieves in the city may have an insider here." said the ranger dressed like a refugee.

"Haha, bandits are bandits, they don't even know how to rebel."

"It's nothing more than some tricks to coerce refugees." Liu Chong said with a smile, "Zhang Er, take a letter to Brother Liang. Brothers in the city, follow Liang Yue's command!"

"Yes!"

Over the past six months, Liu Chong had been generous and ruthless, and had completely subdued the knights-errant in the East Gate area.

The news reached the Liang family. Because Liu Chong was busy with affairs, Liu Jue was fostered in the Liang family and taken care of by his grandmother alone. The courtyard was filled with the sounds of children playing.

At night, all sounds are heard and the moon is bright in the sky.

The sky was clear and blue, and the moonlight made the scenery below clearly visible, so pedestrians did not need to turn on lights to hurry on their way.

In the side room.

The door was closed and the room was dark.

On the floor of the wing room, a scholar in a white robe with his hair loose was sitting cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.

Breathe in and out, with long breaths.

There was a faint glow on the body, the white jade silkworm on the shoulder was motionless, and the silver thread had been wrapped around the body nineteen times.

There was an oil lamp standing in the open space in front of him.

It is cast in bronze, with an upper plate and a lower base, connected by a pillar in the middle. Ancient dragon patterns are carved from tin, silver and gold. Perhaps due to the passage of time, the bronze dragon oil lamp is covered with thick rust.

The lamp oil is milky white and the wick is red with yellow.

This is an oil lamp used for offerings in an ancient temple. In today's world where people value profit above all else, a little money can make people make decisions that "go against their ancestors."

Liang Yue closed his eyes, and ten strands of true energy flowed through his body.

The divine sense can sense an area of fifty-five feet in radius. Compared with half a year ago, the sensing range has increased by five feet.

Liang Yue followed the method of the Taiping Changming Lantern and tried to light the lamp with his soul and true energy.

Ordinary flames are ineffective for lighting, and the best you can do is use a candle that burns for a longer time.

"Before Tai Chi, the origin of heaven and earth, Laojun founded the religion and passed down the secret teachings..."

Chanting the spell, the true energy is consumed violently.

The spirit and soul turn into heart fire, and the true qi turns into fuel.

boom!
In an instant, the oil lamp was lit, and pure golden light filled the room. The rust on the surface of the oil lamp fell off, revealing a brand new surface.

The golden light shines on Liang Yue’s clear and bright body.

The night is deep and the gods are holding lamps.

Like the winged man holding a lamp in the Pre-Qin Dynasty, or the immortal receiving dew during the Han Dynasty.

It is so mysterious and wonderful that it is beyond words.

This is the only true immortal in the world.

"It finally worked." This was not the first time Liang Yue had seen magical spells, and he still couldn't suppress his excitement.

This fire is burning and its nature is like a tarsal carbuncle.

The next day, Liang Yue placed the eternal lamp in front of the ancestral tablet.

"Grandma, don't move this lamp."

It doesn’t matter if it moves, and even knocking it over is not a problem.

The eternal flame of the lamp is lit. If you have similar skills, the worst that can happen is that you can light it again.

Liang Yue took the medicinal herbs and the secret book of the Everlasting Lamp, took a pill of Earth Immortal, quickly recovered ten strands of true energy, and headed for Shi Quanzi's secluded residence.

This time we took the most dangerous road. "Woo... woo..." A wild boar growled and jumped out of the bushes.

Even tigers retreated a little when faced with a mad wild boar. Most of the casualties among hunters in the forest were caused by wild boars.

Spread your palms in the void.

Wow!
A golden flame is floating in the palm of his hand. The flame is three inches in size and the light is dazzling.

In the distant ancestral hall, the oil lamps seemed to be much dimmer.

This is the flame of the Yellow Springs Lamp.

Golden flames fell on the wild boar and instantly covered its entire body. The wild boar wailed and turned into a charred corpse.

"The power of the Yellow Spring Lantern Flame is indeed impressive, exactly as recorded in the book."

This method is divided into two realms: the outer lamp and the inner lamp. It is said that the inner lamp will give birth to new spells.

With magical powers in hand, he felt somewhat complacent, as if he was the king of the world and despised all rules.

"No..." Liang Yue shook his head to dispel the distracting thoughts. With a mortal body, how could he rule the world with magic?
If you are surrounded by an army of soldiers with bows and crossbows, you will not be able to escape even if you have wings.

In the field of one-on-one combat, he can kill top-level masters with his magic, and top-level masters also have the chance to kill him.

"The imperial ambition is not important, longevity is the right path."

Live peacefully until you are eighty years old. If you are too reckless, you will easily be punished by God.

The collections of aristocratic families and certain forces may contain rare copies of magic spells, and perhaps we can find the magical power of invulnerability in the future.

Liang Yue came to the mountain to return the secret book.

"What? Can't practice it?" Shi Quanzi showed an expression as if it was just as expected.

"I give up." Liang Yue did not comment. Then he returned with a new Earth Immortal Pill.

At noon, the sun is high in the sky, and the golden light dispels the coldness of the earth.

The scholars who had been staying at home for a long time went out for an outing.

"Brother Ma, congratulations on your promotion to the position of Assistant Minister of the Imperial Guards!"

"Brother Lu, you will also be recruited next month, right?"

"Don't dare."

Scholars gathered in groups and flattered each other.

Ma Junwen was the eldest son of the Ma family in Kuaiji, and the one who copied Liang Yue's poems.

The other Lu Mingzhi is the eldest son of the headmaster Lu Qianzhi.

The mountain chief is no longer the mountain chief. After the last incident that made Ma Junwen famous, he was recruited by Ma Junwen's father as the county's deputy driver. He is the county magistrate's right-hand man and rides in a carriage alone when he goes out.

The warm sun makes the tourists drunk, there are still starving people on the official road, the winter wilderness is a nightmare for the common people, but the children of wealthy families are still going out for an outing with their guards.

He took Wu Shi San, played tossing pot and chess, and had a lot of fun.

"Hey, who is this?"

A figure walked out of the jungle not far away. This person was wearing a tight hunting suit and carrying a longbow.

"Isn't this Liang Yue?"

"How did he become a hunter? Oh, this guy is useless."

Lu Mingzhi sneered, "He has talent, but unfortunately his family background is not good. It would be nice to be a hunter and make a living."

Ma Junwen retracted his gaze, smiled faintly, and said: "It is the greatest sin for a poor family to dream of ascending to heaven in one step."

Although he comes from a poor family, he does not humble himself. Otherwise, I would at least give him a position of assistant officer.

If such a person could be ranked alongside themselves and others, then wouldn’t the struggles of their ancestors from high families have been in vain?
The carriage was galloping on the official road.

Headmaster Lu Qianzhi looked at the poor student whom he had valued before, the son of an old friend, who was not far away, and felt mixed emotions.

"It's good to live a simple life."

There are no poor families in the upper class, and there are no noble families in the lower class.

Lu Qianzhi realized that he had let down his old friend's son and became an ungrateful person.

But it's all worth it. The family will prosper because of this, and his eldest son will have a bright future.

"Well, I will personally apologize to Brother Liang in my grave."

Lu Qianzhi could only comfort himself in this way.

As night falls, the undercurrent surges.

(End of this chapter)