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

Chapter 129: Centennial Immortal Traces, Ancient People of Wei and Jin Dynasties

In the second year of Zhenguan, Liang Yue was twenty years old.

"Westward? Westward now?"

"Yes, it's now." Xuanzang nodded seriously.

He had been preparing for two years, and now it was time to go to India.

It was Liang Yue who gave him the inspiration.

"Wait a little longer. The border is too chaotic and the war situation is uncertain. If you go there now, there may be unpredictable risks."

If Xuanzang wanted to get through, he would probably have to sneak across because the border does not allow people to travel.

"It doesn't matter."

Xuanzang was determined to leave.

"Okay, wait a moment."

Liang Yue turned around and went back to the alchemy room, taking out five or six bottles of pills.

"These are the Bigu Pills, the Hemostatic Pills, the Detoxification Pills, and the Great Rejuvenation Pills. One Bigu Pill can keep you from eating for a month, so the total is enough for two years."

Liang Yue instructed word by word.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist." Xuanzang was somewhat moved.

"Of course, if you collect any secret techniques or discover anything magical, please remember to write it down and come back to tell me."

Liang Yue took out another jade token.

"If you sense danger in advance, you can input your internal energy to resolve the crisis."

"Why?" Xuanzang was puzzled.

"Just do as instructed. Remember to input your internal energy in advance."

There is nothing written on the surface of this jade pendant, but there is a trace of divine consciousness hidden inside. If you input internal force into it, the soul will feel it.

Li Chunfeng relies on this thing to connect with himself.

The place of Tianzhu is not too far away. If you take the normal route, it is estimated to be tens of thousands of miles away; the straight-line distance is about six or seven thousand miles.

If one has sufficient true Qi, one can reach India in about one day and one night.

"it is good."

Xuanzang was puzzled, but he solemnly accepted the jade pendant and then turned and left.

Liang Yue watched Xuanzang's back as he left.

The young monk will become a master when he returns.

"Unfortunately, the teachings of a master are often no match for those of a liar."

Liang Yue seemed to foresee the end of Xuanzang's teachings thousands of years later.

The master's teachings require a threshold. Only by studying hard and continuously for a lifetime can one achieve the way to spiritual transcendence.

Swindlers often tell people that as long as they pay more incense, kowtow more often, or recite scriptures thousands of times, they can achieve liberation.

One has a high threshold, while the other has a low threshold. The latter will definitely be very popular.

Liang Yue thought about it and slowly followed Xuanzang's footsteps.

It was noon and the sun was scorching hot.

The streets of Chang'an are prosperous, the markets are bustling, and children are playing and laughing in groups of three or five.

Xuanzang looked lonely and desolate.

After so many years, I am afraid it will be difficult to see such beautiful scenery again.

By the time they come back, the children will probably have grown up and have their own children.

Another cycle.

He came alone and left alone.

Xuanzang walked out of the city gate and looked into the distance. There were endless mountains and rivers.

“Fellow Daoist Xuanzang!!”

Suddenly, someone called me.

Xuanzang turned around and looked.

In an instant, there was extraordinary noise.

The crowd was surging, and Liang Yue and Li Chunfeng stood in front of the crowd.

"You didn't even tell me you were going on a long journey." Li Chunfeng stepped forward and blamed him. He brought with him the jade disc that would allow him to pass the customs.

"This is what you are doing?"

"See you off." This was Liang Yue's personal idea.

He held the wine jug in his left hand and the cup in his right hand.

Liang Yue squatted down, pinched a handful of soil and put it into the pot, and the three of them each poured a glass of wine.

Both of them were a little confused.

Xuanzang refused repeatedly, saying, "Alcohol is the first taboo for monks. I cannot drink alcohol."

"This is vegetarian wine. Today's trip is different from other things, so I will drink this cup to show my intention of practicing." Li Chunfeng said.

Xuanzang thought about it and picked up the wine glass.

The sky is high, the road is long, the desert is vast, and I don’t know whether I am dead or alive. It doesn’t matter if I break the rules once.

Liang Yue raised his glass and said, "As time goes by, the mountains are far away and the roads are long. I would rather be attached to a handful of soil in my hometown than to thousands of taels of gold in another country."

Xuanzang's heart moved, and then he understood Liang Yue's intention.

The three of them drank it all in one gulp.

The group watched Xuanzang travel west.

Liang Yue watched Xuanzang leave, which is another historical event worth remembering.

I wonder how different the events I have personally experienced will be from the legends passed down by later generations.
Maybe it would be interesting.

"Let's go." Li Chunfeng patted Liang Yue's shoulder.

The two turned back.

In the second year of Zhenguan, Xuanzang traveled west.

In a corner not far away, an old man riding a donkey recorded this incident. After writing it down, he couldn't help but clapped his hands and sighed.

“Good story.”

Liang Yue went back and practiced medicine during the day and practiced magic at night.

Especially when practicing the Golden Light Mantra with the Heavenly Eye, he discovered that the Golden Light Mantra shot out from the Heavenly Eye was surprisingly powerful.

On the other hand, Li Chunfeng spent two years bringing peace to the lower classes of Chang'an City, where they lived without gang oppression or exploitation by the powerful.

Li Chunfeng only obeyed Li Shimin, and no amount of pleas would work in front of Li Shimin.

The followers of Jiejiao are quietly changing the world in another way.

Outside the city, the bandits put up a stubborn resistance.

"Li Chunfeng, you've ruined my plan! I will grind you to dust!"

The army besieged hundreds of bandits until they were all strangled to death.

Li Chunfeng held up the sword, the purple inner energy slowly faded, and the blade was still bloody. "It's not even innate, it's a waste of time."

I originally wanted to invite someone to a gambling game, but was delayed by these people.

There were footsteps behind me.

A man walked up to Li Chunfeng.

This man was a burly man with a broad back and strong arms, a mustache and a goatee, bloody armor, and an elegant temperament that was different from that of a man on the battlefield.

He is about fifty years old, but in his prime.

"Li Jing, I'm glad you helped me, otherwise I would have been killing them forever." Li Chunfeng yawned, "Let's go to your Cangjian Villa and sit for a while."

"it is good."

The carriage headed to the manor on the outskirts of Chang'an.

This place is Cangjian Villa, and it is also the ancestral home of Li Jing and his disciples.

The predecessor of Cangjian Villa was the Youlong Sword Sect, which was founded by Li Hongwen.

During the Northern Sui Dynasty, Cangjian Villa had over a hundred followers, over a thousand followers, and several thousand servants.

Unfortunately, Li Jing's generation stood on the wrong side, and most of his disciples were killed or injured, so Li Jing joined the Li family.

In order to avoid suspicion, he has not accepted many disciples in recent years.

In the ancestral hall of the villa, green smoke is curling up.

The ancestral hall enshrines portraits of three ancestors.

Leading the group is a middle-aged man dressed in Wei and Jin style clothing.

On the right is Li Hongwen, and on the left is a general, who is Chen Qingzhi.

Li Jing changed into simple robes. A cool breeze blew in from outside the ancestral hall, and he couldn't help coughing a few times.

He was shot by an arrow by the emperor that year. Although it was not fatal, it left him with a root of illness and he would never have the hope of entering the Great Innate Realm.

Thinking about this, I feel so regretful.

Li Chunfeng took a look at Lingbao's portrait and muttered to himself, it doesn't look like him at all.

On the altar was a black iron sword with a golden sheath that gleamed with cold light.

The two of them burned incense to the ancestor.

Li Jing asked, "Are you still waiting for Lingbao Patriarch to return?"

"Brother Yuan is determined to excavate the remains of our ancestor and inherit his legacy."

Li Chunfeng had no objection to Yuan Tiangang's search for his ancestor.

The Lingbao Patriarch is still alive, and the relics are nonsense.

In the end, it's all nothing, just an obsession.

Perhaps Lingbao Patriarch was also testing his senior brother. When senior brother Yuan Tiangang became enlightened, that would be the time to accept him into Jiejiao.

"What about you?" Li Jing looked at Li Chunfeng.

"Me? I naturally believe that Lingbao Patriarch will return one day." Li Chunfeng was extremely confident.

"A century of immortal traces, ancient people from the Wei and Jin dynasties, idiot."

Li Jing sighed inwardly.

Didn't he also grow up listening to the stories of his ancestors?

When I was young, I was full of passion, but when I got old, my ambitions could not be fulfilled, and I could only think about the future generations of my family.

Li Chunfeng didn't want to argue with Li Jing, so he changed the subject and suggested taking a walk around the manor.

There is a path in the bamboo forest and lush sycamore trees.

Bamboo forests, sycamore trees, ponds and rockery, and they also like to plant loquat trees in the courtyard. People of the Liang and Yue lineage always have surprisingly similar aesthetic tastes.

Li Jing hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't help asking: "You have escaped danger many times, who is helping you?"

This is a question many people have.

In the past two years, Li Chunfeng has killed at least three veteran innates, and he was even under siege.

With his initial level of attaining the innate state, it would be impossible for him to be so relaxed.

"If you have justice in your heart, you will naturally be blessed by the gods."

Li Chunfeng folded his arms, leaned against the rockery, and kicked a stone into the water, splashing several water drops.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent.

The two sat there in silence.

After a long while, Li Jing said, "You have been killing too many people recently and have offended too many people. This is not a good thing."

"Everyone has the right to kill the evil cult members."

Li Jing shook his head and said, "No, the forces of the Demon Cult are complicated and intricate, and there may be some involvement of old forces."

The inevitable problem for the founder of any force is how to make future generations follow his path and avoid standing still or regressing.

Especially for someone as mysterious as the Lingbao Patriarch, it is inevitable that later generations will have ulterior motives.

"Then let them come here."

Li Chunfeng smiled coldly, just in time to settle accounts with this group of people.

……

Chang'an City, Prince Qi's Palace.

Under the cover of night, the convoy drove deep into the mountains.

Until it stopped in the valley.

The torches lit up the valley red, and a man got off the luxurious carriage.

This man was thin and skinny, with a narrow forehead and pointed jaw, rat eyes and aquiline nose, and he looked extremely ugly.

Led by his subordinates, he headed deep into the mountain.

This is an ancient tomb with a mountain as its chamber.

In addition to gold, silver and jewelry, the tomb also contained a bronze two-wheeled chariot with an open roof. In the center stood a jade coiled dragon stick with a spear-shaped jade knife on top, which seemed to be an object indicating direction.

"Your Highness, this is not the tomb of Lingbao." The attendant whispered.

Li Yuanji felt a little disappointed.

When his second brother, who had always been at odds with him, ascended the throne, Li Yuanji fell into depravity, spending his days out hunting and ignoring worldly affairs.

Although seemingly disheartened, he actually joins the Demon Cult and secretly searches for the legendary treasures of his ancestors in an attempt to stage a coup.

He took a step forward and pulled out the jade stick.

puff!
He used the jade knife at the end of the stick to cut through the servant's fine steel armor and cut him in half.

"Huh? Divine weapons?"

Li Yuanji was overjoyed.

With the magic weapon in hand, the desire to kill arises naturally.

This item is just right to capture Li Chunfeng to avenge the killing of his accomplices, and then force the whereabouts of the relics to get back the things of Li's ancestors.

(End of this chapter)