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

Chapter 161: The years in seclusion, picking up flowers from the morning and evening.

Kuaiji Mountain is covered with snow.

The snow sculpture stands on the top of the mountain, overlooking the rise and fall of the world.

Do not eat the clouds, do not gather the air, just wipe away the pure and unobstructed mind.

There is no wave in the ancient well, but there is Qiu Yun in it.

After a long time, the statue moved.

Wow!
The snow was scattered and the snowflakes were flying.

The statue steps down the hill.

Chaoming Palace.

The sixteen-year-old Penglai Jun sat high on the dragon throne, wearing the crown and gorgeous clothes of a Tang Dynasty prince.

He has a handsome face and the eyes of an eagle and a wolf.

For the precocious ancients, sixteen was an ambitious and adventurous age.

"Langya City needs to be expanded. There are too many people."

"When a famine occurs in the Yuzhang region, disaster relief should be the priority."

"Disaster relief? It would be better to use work instead of relief and send them to Langya to repair the city wall."

The elders argued endlessly.

Finally the prime minister spoke.

"It has been decided. Work-for-relief. What do you think, Your Highness?"

"Okay!" The young king nodded.

This is the role of the king, responsible for stamping and nodding.

National affairs were discussed by the cabinet and the emperor, and the world was ruled in a family-based manner.

The young monarch always wanted to rule the country himself and was preparing to do so. He won over a group of middle and lower-level bureaucrats in an effort to bypass the cabinet elders and rule the country himself.

Initial results are now evident.

Liang Ping may seem harmless, but he is secretly spreading a huge network.

Return to the back hall.

There stood a tall figure in the hall.

The figure was so mysterious that even the warrior's keen five senses could not detect it, as if it had merged into the darkness.

"Who?" Liang Ping was shocked and prepared to call for help.

"Don't panic."

The man slowly turned around, revealing a masked face.

"Descendants pay homage to the ancestors!"

The moment he saw this man, Liang Ping fell to his knees.

Under the calm gaze of the gods, all the conspiracies and complaints disappeared in an instant.

This is a deity from three hundred years ago, the golden pillar of the Liang family.

All the conspiracies and tricks seemed ridiculous in front of this immortal.

Liang Ping was a smart man and quickly gave up his unrealistic ideas.

The ambition of youth immediately turned into depression and resignation.

The change was so quick, it was just a matter of glance.

"Get up." Liang Yue looked at the boy for a while before speaking.

"Ancestor, is there anything else you want me to do this time when I come to the mortal world?" Liang Ping said.

"Nothing, there's only one thing for you to do."

"Grandfather, please feel free to say so. We, your descendants, will definitely do it. We dare not refuse even a little bit."

"Mount Huiji is designated as a forbidden area, and no one except the emperor can enter."

"As ordered!"

Liang Yue's figure slowly faded into the darkness.

Before leaving, he left a warning:
"Listen more to the opinions of the elders and the prime minister. Do small things yourself and discuss big things together. Penglai Tianxian stipulates the duties of the king. Acting in accordance with Tianxian can ensure that the country remains unchanged for a thousand years."

The monarch is a dictator. No matter whether he is wise or foolish, he essentially stands in opposition to the people. Even the royal family is, to a certain extent, the monarch's enemy.

The Penglai Tianxian was drafted by Liang Yue himself, which weakened the power of the monarch and then lured other forces into the cabinet to form an interest group with the participation of multiple parties; while weakening the power of the monarch, it also spread the risks.

It's a small country with few people, and that's almost enough.

"Yes!" Liang Ping vaguely understood something.

After that, the mountain was closed due to heavy snow, and the King of Penglai ordered people to open and set up checkpoints, and no one was allowed to climb the mountain without permission.

Except for the troops transporting rare flowers and plants, no one climbed the mountain after that.

Dojo on the mountain.

A hot spring was opened in the courtyard, and Xiaotian swam happily in it.

In the snow not far away, the basalt was frozen into an ice sculpture.

A turtle and a dog, one ice and the other fire.

Liang Yue was leaning on a recliner to bask in the sun. This was the only time he had free time in recent years.

Xuanzang went down the mountain to teach the people.

Li Chunfeng was organizing the martial arts achievements that everyone had made in the eight years since they crossed the sea to the East.

At this time, he has become an old man with white hair, no longer as vigorous as he used to be.

He carried the heavy books and came to the Ice and Fire Courtyard.

"Grandmaster, what should we do with these classics?"

"Let's put it aside for now and talk about it later."

Liang Yue waved his hands lazily, not caring much.

These martial arts are of no value to me, so I might as well just throw them around and add some variables to the martial arts world.

In the future, as martial arts schools develop, similar class solidification will surely occur, adding some variables and allowing the lower classes to have a chance to get to the table, adding a little more interest to the world.

"Go back and study magic." Liang Yue said to Li Chunfeng.

"Yes!"

Li Chunfeng went down the mountain to find Xuanzang.

Xuanzang is good at spells, and I am good at drawing talismans.

I have also gained a lot of experience over the years. Although the true energy is not my own, the experience is my own understanding.

After Li Chunfeng left, Liang Yue took a Yangzhu Pill to absorb the essence and cleanse his body.

Flowers bloom and fall, spring goes and autumn comes.

To outsiders, time passes very slowly for a monk. For the ancient monks, a hundred years would pass once they closed their eyes. This is not just a false legend.

Of course, Liang Yue couldn't do this, but time passed faster than that of ordinary people.

"Wang Wang!"

There is a sea of flowers in the backyard, Xiaotian is having fun and chasing butterflies in the yard.

Xuanwu tried to imitate it, but gave up in frustration because his movements were too slow. It didn't seem like he was chasing a butterfly, but rather was being played with by the butterfly.

In a pavilion not far away, Li Chunfeng was thinking hard and drawing talismans with his brush.

In the Buddhist temple in Kuaiji City, Xuanzang preached and discussed the Dao. Lotus flowers bloomed with every step and his tongue blossomed like lotus flowers.

"How should one live? How should one subdue one's mind? ..."

"All conditioned dharmas are like dream bubbles, dew and electricity, and should be viewed in this way."

The handsome monk back then has become a compassionate old monk.

He went east to preach under the name of Jianzhen in order to avoid transferring the Taoist tradition from the Central Plains to this place, so as to prevent it from losing its orthodoxy.

In the sky, thunderclouds rolled, wind and thunder howled, as if there were ancient immortals eating the clouds and absorbing the energy.

The ice and snow have melted, and it is spring again.

The grass and trees are withering, and the autumn wind is bleak.

The sun and the moon rotate, the seasons change, the knife of time kills people invisibly, no one can be immortal, Li Chunfeng's mottled hair turned snow-white, Xuanzang's figure became thin. There is no time in the mountains, but a thousand years have passed in the world.

Counting from the first year of Yonghui's voyage to the east, it is now the 38th year of Yonghui.

This year, Liang Yue is one hundred years old.

boom!
On this day, a loud explosion was heard from the Kuaiji Snow Mountain.

The snow on the top of the mountain is like a galloping horse, rushing straight down the mountain from the top.

Fortunately, Kuaiji Mountain has become a forbidden area. Except for the animals and plants that are affected, life on earth remains the same.

Thirty-eight years have passed, and the young man of that time has become an old man. The Divine Emperor has become a story in the mouths of the old and a legend in the eyes of the young.

Inside the pavilion, Li Chunfeng, whose hair and beard were all white and whose beard reached down to his chest, walked to the window.

"Has the Grandmaster made a breakthrough?"

Unfortunately, no one answered this question.

What happened today seemed to be just a simple avalanche.

half year later.

Chaoming Palace.

The middle-aged man listened to the debate among the elders and expressed his opinions from time to time.

Now the 48-year-old middle-aged monarch has far more mature political skills than before. He understands the limits of power and how to become the master of the country. This is the style of the Liang family's direct descendants.

Traveling outside of power, it seems to be there and not there.

Today, Liang Ping understands one thing.

If one does not regard the country and the world as one's own property, then sharing the world with the ministers is the approach that best serves the interests of the world.

"Okay, dear Lord, if you have no other opinions, I will draft an order immediately."

"agree!"

"I agree!"

At this time, the prime minister suddenly said: "Your Highness, it's time for you to appoint a crown prince."

"Prince..." Liang Ping thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

Three days later.

Night, Liang clan temple.

The entrance is heavily guarded on both sides, the temple is brightly lit, and sandalwood is burning all day long.

Liang Ping brought Liang Ji, who was in his early twenties, to the ancestral temple.

"Your Highness!"

Upon seeing this, the elder who was guarding the temple stood up and saluted.

Liang Ping waved his hand, signaling the elder to step aside.

"Father, what are we doing?"

Liang Ji was puzzled, yet seemed to sense something, and felt inexplicably excited.

Could it be the position of crown prince…?
Liang Ping did not point it out, but looked at the largest portrait and said, "Do you know who this is?"

"My son knows that this is Taizu Liang Huiyue, a famous scholar, poet, great Confucian scholar, Taoist priest, martial arts master, founding hero of Southern Song Dynasty, Prince of Yongjia, Taizu Longxing Emperor of Liang Dynasty..."

Liang Ji told the story of Liang Yue's life like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

Emperor Wu of Liang did not posthumously confer the title on Liang Yue. Instead, it was Liang Yang, the last king of the Liang Dynasty, who conferred the title on him.

In terms of achievements, Emperor Wu of Liang, Liang Yan, was the most outstanding. But in terms of reputation, Emperor Wu of Liang could not catch up with Emperor Taizu, Liang Yue.

There are endless stories based on Liang Yue, including the story of assisting the world, the story of Liang Zhu which describes the faithful love between men and women, and the Qingshan Literary Society and the Prime Minister in the Mountains which are highly praised by literati.

All the clan members target Liang Yue.

"That's right. Below are the tablets of our great grandfather and great grandmother. In future family sacrifices, we must remember to offer sacrifices together and not separate them."

"Yes!"

When his father explained the essentials of the sacrifice, Liang Ji's idea came true.

But Liang Ping was reluctant to speak, and it was unclear whether he was testing or doing it on purpose. He was still telling the story of his ancestors, which made Liang Ji feel uneasy.

"Da Lang, do you think Taizu is still alive?"

Liang Ji thought for a moment. Although Taizu was his idol, rationally speaking, he should have passed away.

"I believe that Taizu is no longer with us. Although there are many legends, they may be rumors spread by later generations. Taizu must have ascended to heaven in broad daylight and passed away on a crane."

As descendants, they naturally cannot belittle their ancestors in front of the ancestors in the ancestral temple, but instead use a more euphemistic way of saying it.

"No!"

Wow!
The breeze blew and the candlelight flickered.

Liang Ping's expression was unpredictable and extremely unfamiliar.

"The Grandmaster is still here!"

"what?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Ji saw a scene that he would never forget.

I saw a golden light blooming in the void, and a divine body slowly condensed in the air. The body was wearing a golden four-eyed mask and was suspended in the air.

"Descendants Liang Ping and Liang Ji pay homage to Taizu!!"

Liang Ping knelt down and pulled Liang Ji to kneel down with him.

Liang Ji was horrified.

The legend of the Penglai Emperor turns out to be true!

Taizu is still alive.

Looking at the ancestral tablets and then at the gods in the sky, in an instant, it was like a collision of history.

"Stand up, Liang Ji? You will be the crown prince from now on. Only the King of the Liang family knows what happened today." The immortal's voice was gentle and soothing.

"Thank you, Grandmaster!"

Liang Ji finally understood his father's thoughts at this moment.

The legitimacy of the Liang Dynasty never came from the previous king, but from the long-lived Taizu.

"Liang Ping, remember to open a letter proving your identity and send it to the forbidden area in the back mountain."

Before the immortal disappeared, he left a word.

"Yes!"

After the immortal god left, Liang Ping looked at his son who had not yet come to his senses.

"Father? Was I dreaming just now?"

Liang Ji couldn't believe it.

"No, remember the responsibilities of our lineage, keep secrets, and protect Taizu!" Liang Ping said slowly.

"Now, and even in the near future, Taizu will always exist, wearing a mask and traveling around the world. As his descendants, we must protect him. He can be our nephew, uncle, or grandfather..."

"Your son... obeys your command."

Liang Ji no longer felt any joy in his heart, only felt a heavy responsibility weighing on his shoulders.

The next day, the King of Penglai asked someone to deliver a pass with his identity certificate.

"Shanbo Taoist, Liang family Penglai royal family, nephew of Yuzhang Marquis."

Liang Yue carried his bag.

His martial arts skills broke through and he returned to his youth, looking like he was in his early twenties.

"Chunfeng, get out!"

"Where?"

"Tang!"

"What are you going to do in Datang?"

"Pick up the flowers in the morning and in the evening."

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