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

Chapter 117 Farewell, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties
The southern foot of Yinshan Mountain.

Horses graze on the grassland, which is green and endless.

Liang Yue rode a reddish-brown horse, galloping across the grassland, with a heroic spirit in his heart.

Li Hu rode his horse and followed closely behind him without saying a word.

After a long time, Liang Yue stopped.

"The mountains, rivers and land are vast and boundless, while humans are too small. With a lifespan of just a hundred years, there will be an end to their lives." Liang Yue dismounted from his horse and sighed as he looked at the endless grassland.

The lifespan of mountains is measured in tens of thousands of years, no wonder there are mountains among immortals.

"Eternal life is too far away, we must seize the day." Li Hu raised his whip, pointed at Yinshan Mountain, and said, "In the future, this place will belong to the Han people."

"This day will definitely come." Liang Yue said with a smile, and then took out a token and several pills.

"This is a token to be passed down to future generations." Liang Yue handed another token to Li Hu, as well as some methods to break through the innate.

"Li Hu."

"The disciple is here."

“When the world is in chaos in the future, remember not to show up first. Wait until they are all done fighting before you can reap the rewards. Even if you have to wait until the next generation, you have to wait.”

Liang Yue has lived here for hundreds of years and understands that this is an extremely chaotic era.

The Liu Yifeng incident shows that relying on a few people alone cannot drive the progress of the times. This is a fundamental problem.

We must massacre the north and kill the south until the deeply rooted forces are destroyed and the barbarians can no longer rule.

After that, the world will be at peace.

If Li Hu's generation started a rebellion, he would just become a barbarian monarch, either actively or passively, and would be of no help to China.

"Disciple understands." Li Hu nodded seriously, remembering Liang Yue's words deeply in his heart, but still asked, "Master, when do we start preparing?"

Liang Yue looked into the distance and said, "If we start preparing now, it will take at least eighty years before we can officially start the uprising."

"it is good!"

"Let's go back!"

Liang Yue turned his horse around and headed south.

Passing by a nomadic tribe, I heard familiar folk songs.

"Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain."

"The sky is like a dome, covering the whole area."

"The sky is vast, the wilderness is vast. The wind blows the grass low and you can see cattle and sheep."

The singer was a young man riding a pony, looking lazy and doing nothing.

The two men passed by the young man, creating a whirlwind.

The young man looked down at his worn out clothes, the pony wasn't even his, and inwardly he felt a yearning for the two of them.

"I must be as free and easy as them in the future." The young man thought to himself.

A woman's roar was heard from far away.

"He Liuhun! Gao Huan! Where are you?"

"I'm coming!"

The young man rode away leisurely on his pony. Forget about his carefree boasting, as he couldn't even beat his own tigress sister.

Liang Yue bid farewell to Li Hu in Wuchuan.

"Goodbye!"

Liang Yue bids farewell to Li Hu.

Heading south, we passed through Luoyang and Guabu Mountain on the north bank of the Yangtze River.

The ancient road is long, Liang Yue rides leisurely on horseback, and the conversations of passers-by reach his ears.

I learned that there was a Buddhist temple on the mountain.

Liang Yue had an idea and went to a secluded place. He turned his horse into chopsticks and flew up the mountain alone.

There was indeed an ancient palace on the mountain.

The palace is no longer inhabited. I don't know where someone came from but they built a statue in the palace. Judging from the incense sticks, there seems to be quite a few believers.

Dozens of crows were perched on the eaves of the palace.

Liang Yue stood under the shade of the tree, thinking about Tuoba Tao's life. He probably never expected that Zong Ai, his childhood friend, would betray him.

In fact, Liang Yue did not expect that Zong Ai had such a strong character. He gave up his position as the second-highest official and even killed two emperors of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

"Don't worry, there will be no Xianbei in the future."

Liang Yue put on a mask and turned into a swallow flying over the Yangtze River.

He went to the imperial mausoleum to pay tribute to Liu Yu and to Kuaiji Mountain to pay tribute to his old friends.

At the banquet in Qingshan, I am the only one there.

Liang Yue stood on a high place and thought: "The future of martial arts is promising, and history has a lot to be revived."

Human beings have always been pursuing power. Even without their own motivation, they will reach the highest peak under the impetus of generations of heroes.

What Liang Yue did was just to make this era come faster.

……

The sun is setting in the west, the sunset is beautiful, and it is almost dusk.

The white-haired Liangyue Ancient Hiking Trail.

This sleep was longer than the last one.

A full hundred years.

According to Liang Yue's way of counting years, it is 520 years now, and it will be 620 years in a hundred years.

One hundred years covers the period from the Northern and Southern Dynasties to the Tang Dynasty, and from the Southern Song Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty.

If nothing unexpected happens, Liang Yue will live for 150 years in the Tang Dynasty.

“How do you maintain the vital and vigorous mentality of the immortals?”

Although cultivating immortals in the last days of the law is difficult, there are ways to do it. At least there are martial arts that can increase lifespan. Innate masters can live to be 100 years old. If they reach a higher level, they may be able to increase their lifespan again.

But it is easy to cultivate the physical body, but difficult to cultivate the heart of Tao.

How can the immortals maintain their original intentions?
This is a level that many vernacular novels of strange stories cannot reach.

In vernacular novels, a hundred years can fly by in the blink of an eye, and a thousand years will not change the deity's heart.

In fact, he is a deity who has achieved great success in his cultivation and has a state of mind that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Liang Yue had just experienced his second life and was no longer interested in many things.

The delicious food, fine wine, even the joy of promotion and the emotion of changing times in those days, are nothing more than that in my eyes now.

As time goes by, the threshold becomes higher and higher, and in the end there are only two possibilities: one is a stone man as calm as a calm well, and the second is a demon with lower and lower morals who constantly pursues sensory stimulation.

The two are completely different paths, but neither is what Liang Yue wants.

Liang Yue walked all the way from autumn to late autumn, and his destination was Mount Li.

Before I knew it, I walked into a patch of flowers, and my nose was filled with the scent of various flowers.

“Hey hey… stop!”

I saw an old farmer with his face covered with a scarf shouting anxiously.

Liang Yue raised his head and saw a beehive made of mud and cow dung in front of him.

The old farmer was standing in front of the beehive, holding a bowl of thick honey in his hand.

"Sorry." Liang Yue was so absorbed in thought that he almost bumped into someone's beehive.

In fact, his divine sense did sense something, but there was no danger, so Liang Yue automatically filtered out these signals.

"It's okay, just go." The old farmer said impatiently, and then poured honey and pollen into the hive.

"Hey, what's this for?"

The old farmer said, "Save some honey for the bees to survive the winter."

“So that’s how it is.” Liang Yue suddenly realized. Although he wrote the Qi Min Shu, there are still many things that he did not cover. The beekeeping technique is relatively rare and he did not understand it in his previous life. It can be said that he has touched upon his blind spot in knowledge.

He did not leave, his eyes drifted into the distance, and his mind was thinking of another level.

Don’t be ashamed to ask questions and take root in the earth.

Perhaps this is exactly the mentality we should have, not considering ourselves as senior, and not looking down on modern people as people of the past.

The wise ones should be your teachers, and you should treat yourself as a learner and ask for advice from the capable ones.

If you keep being high and mighty, you will fall down sooner or later.

The world is full of ups and downs, and one becomes an immortal through experience.

The old farmer was still cursing, and Liang Yue suddenly had an idea and put on the golden mask.

“Let’s go!!”

Liang Yue transformed into a crane and flew high into the sky.

"Oh my god, I met a fairy!"

The old farmer was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

……

The cranes fly towards Mount Li.

Liang Yue placed the Xuanwu by the stream.

"Old friend, I'll rely on you to keep watch from now on."

Liang Yue patted the turtle's head.

Xuanwu nodded and climbed into the water.

Lihentian.

The formation plate is suspended in the air, and the cave sky transforms into the sun, moon, feng shui.

Climbing up the nine-tiered platform, the colorful pottery figurines all around were silent, as if they were worshipping themselves.

On the high platform, Liang Yue did not transform his body immediately, but sat quietly for a while, comprehending his memories.

This life is actually a continuation of the previous life.

The next life will be a new era.

The Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties will eventually pass, and we will no longer be familiar with them.

Each generation has its own way of living.

The immortals in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties were romantic, famous scholars, and prime ministers in the mountains.

What did the immortals in the Tang Dynasty look like?

How can I, a hermit in history, integrate into the times?
While thinking about it, Liang Yue conjured up Fang Xiangshi's coffin and entered it.

The surrounding area is covered with special detoxifying nephrite to purify the lead and mercury gases in the air.

Put in the fasting pills, various long-lasting dry food and pills.

This time, there is no need to set up the Heavenly Master's Six Treasures Formation. The He Shi Bi's true energy can be used to supply the bronze coffin.

There is its own space inside the coffin, where oxygen is generated naturally.

The true energy in the He Shi Bi is enough to keep the coffin on standby for a long time.

Even if it fails while I'm sleeping, it doesn't matter. The body needs oxygen only when it wakes up. The oxygen in this three-meter coffin is enough for me to use for more than ten days. There is a ladder next to it, so I can just push open the coffin.

"Farewell, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties."

"Goodbye, troubled times."

Be it the elegance of the Wei and Jin Dynasties or the mixed Xianbei Hu, they will eventually be judged and will pass away with time.

The hegemony of a dynasty will eventually come to an end.

Taiyi guards the corpse and is reborn.

It's a new world again.

(End of this chapter)