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

Chapter 194: Reincarnation of the corpse and ascending to heaven with the moon in arms.

Three years later, the people who had appeared briefly in the spotlight were frozen for the second time one after another.

Although they are gone, they have left a different legacy to the world.

Yuan Tiangang combined Chen Tuan's inner alchemy with his own feng shui, physiognomy and facial features to found the Ma Yi School on Mount Hua.

Li Chunfeng founded the Maoshan Sect in Jiangnan, Wu Mingkong founded the Lingbao Temple of the Tianxia Society, and the Penglai Liang clan, under the guidance of Li Shimin, also learned the unique Sun-Shooting Skill.

The five major Taoist sects of Shushan, Maoshan, Huashan, Lingbao and Kuaijishan have inherited some of the rare treasures of the heavenly masters, guarding the human world and exorcising demons.

boom!
Bang bang bang! !

It was a dark and windy night, and sounds of explosions were heard from deep in the mountains and forests and in mountain streams.

The air was filled with smoke and thunder and explosions.

A monkey half the height of a man crawled out from the mountain stream. The monkey had a green face and fangs, and its cry was fierce and vicious. It was agile and cunning like a human.

This is a mandrill, a powerful beast that was transformed from a mountain monkey after it accidentally ingested exotic flowers and herbs.

There are so many mandrills that hunters consider them to be more ferocious beasts than tigers.

At this time, this ferocious beast was being surrounded and killed by Taoist thunder and fire monks and had no power to fight back.

“Release the Divine Crow!!”

The leading Taoist priest waved his hand.

The five disciples behind him ignited crow-shaped lightning and fire.

Whoosh whoosh! !

The divine crow spewed out gunpowder smoke and exploded when it fell into the water.

"Put it back!"

The other five Taoist boys took out the three-eyed magic guns that had been loaded with gunpowder in advance.

Bang bang bang!
A volley of lead bullets spurted out, completely defeating the mandrill.

The path of inner alchemy is different from the path of martial arts. The path of inner alchemy depends on one's aptitude and fortune. In a Taoist temple, only three or five people can enter and learn the supernatural powers.

The cultivators of today are not as all-out in fighting as the warriors of the late Tang Dynasty. The inner alchemy of this era is still in its development stage and is generally more united.

Due to the small number of cultivators and the fact that the imperial court had strict control over the qualifications for martial arts sects, the Thunder and Fire Taoists came into being.

Boom boom...

In the forest, the sound of gunpowder explosions could be heard from time to time, and the faint smell of gunpowder filled the entire forest.

The Song Dynasty was the most romantic era, filled with all kinds of mysterious Taoist arts and Taoist theories. There was also the legend of the Taoist magic crow and the legend of killing the Yaksha with thunder and fire, which the people loved to talk about.

In the late period of the Earthly Immortal Era, the dark age before dawn, people gradually stopped believing in Taoism, thinking that supernatural powers were nothing more than the Taoists' clever use of gunpowder, and not true Taoist magic.

The sun rises and the moon sets, the moon rises and the sun sets.

Under the bright moonlight, people today gradually become people of the past.

The third and fourth emperors died short-lived, and they only reigned for a total of ten years.

The fifth emperor was kind-hearted and did not build any buildings or take concubines. He established strict ancestral precepts to regulate the emperor's behavior. He was called the Sage Emperor by his contemporaries and was later called Renzong.

The Taoist tradition established by the disciples of Baiyun Emperor's village has spread and expanded.

Bashu, Shushan Sword School.

The population of Shushan is sparse and they do not recruit menial workers. They have only seven or eight disciples, but each of them is a master.

On the mountain, the Taoist priest rode on a flying sword and traveled through the void.

"Senior Brother Qingshan! Wait for me!!" a woman's clear voice came.

"Haha, Ling'er, catch up first."

The two men rode on swords and traveled.

At the foot of the mountain, warriors corrupted by the demon's blood slaughtered the villagers.

"Bold demon, take my sword!!"

A fairy from the sky, beheaded with one sword.

Save all people from water and fire.

“What is this…?” The new generation Shushan leader, Weak Water Sword Master, was extremely surprised.

I have never seen such an aura.

The demon's head was sent to the Huashan Mayi Sect overnight.

The white-haired old Taoist stroked his beard and looked at the head of the warrior that did not look like a human at all, with a solemn expression.

"A new demon has appeared, Lin Lingsu!"

"The disciple is here!"

"Send a message to the Divine Thunder Palace!"

In the third year of Tiansheng, demonic omens occurred frequently.

……

This year, everything was completed and the country was at peace.

On the observation deck of the Shenxiao Lei Mansion, the eighty-year-old Wu Song, with white hair, and his disciples stood behind him.

He said to one of the dark-faced men:
"Lingsu, last night the Jade Emperor sent a golden talisman to summon me to join the immortal class. From now on, the Divine Thunder Palace will be handed over to you."

Strictly speaking, Shenxiao Leifu is not a sect, but an alliance formed by multiple sects.

Similar to the martial arts leader of the Tang Dynasty, those with virtue serve as national masters.

Wu Song had observed this boy for twenty years, and now he was finally sure that he was a man of excellent character, so he taught him his magic with confidence.

"Yes, Heavenly Master."

Lin Lingsu is good at the art of turning beans into soldiers, and is qualified to serve as the Grand Master of Tianshi Mansion.

After handing over the seal, Wu Song seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden, and his steps became lighter.

He stayed in the secret room with Lin Lingsu for one night and told this person the location of the forbidden area of Kuaiji Mountain.

The next day, early morning.

"Haha, the Jade Emperor hasn't sent his talisman yet, and he's just selling black gold to fool the world."

After a night.

Wu Song and Lu Zhishen disappeared without a trace.

This time Liang Yue came down personally to pick him up.

In the Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Ice Cave, Liang Yue looked at two ice sculptures.

"The upper limit of the lifespan of cultivators in this world is about 120 years old. We will guide them to around 80 or 90 years old in the future, leaving a little more lifespan."

Liang Yue thought to himself. Yuan Tiangang and the others were all over a hundred years old, some even over a hundred and ten. This was really too extreme. If they were not careful, they would be wiped out.

He has asked Wu Song to pass on the message that he must be frozen until he is at least a hundred years old.

Liang Yue looked inward and saw that there were 170 silk threads on the jade silkworm's body, symbolizing a lifespan of 170 years.

This year was 1062, the nd year since the founding of the Song Dynasty.

“Time is getting shorter and shorter.”

This is the result of Liang Yue waking up consciously, otherwise if he fell asleep, he would probably have died on the spot.

"Almost done, let's go shopping again."

I will sleep for one hundred and eighty years.

"According to the 300-year cycle, the Song Dynasty is basically gone. Next time, we can only find some clues in the museum."

Liang Yue put his body into the white cloud and flew to the earth on the white cloud.

The earth before my eyes was growing larger and larger.

Wow!
His body fell into the human world, transformed into a white-haired Taoist priest, and traveled around the world.

This was the era of Prime Minister Anshi, when the reformists and conservatives in the court were arguing endlessly.

The taverns on the streets of Luoyang were filled with scholars arguing endlessly.

"The Qingmiao Law is an evil policy. It seems to be for the benefit of the people, but in reality it is a waste of time."

"Evil policy? I'm afraid it will hurt the interests of your family." Someone sneered.

"Your Excellency, you can debate if you want. Why do you bring my family into this?"

There was a lot of commotion and endless arguments.

Liang Yue is like a passer-by in history, keeping aloof from matters that do not concern him, watching history pass by and the vicissitudes of life change.

Go all the way to Jiangzuo.

Deep in the mountains and old forests, the moon is dark and the wind is strong.

Liang Yue was lying by the river, wondering what he was thinking about.

The bright moon shone on the river, and the Xiaotian divine dog stared at the moon blankly by the water.

Xuanwu went to the forbidden area of Kuaiji Mountain, and was responsible for guarding the true bodies of future generations after their death to prevent them from being wiped out by future generations.

whoosh...

There was a rustling sound of footsteps in the bushes.

Wow!
A haggard scholar walked out holding a wooden stick.

"Who? Is it a human or a ghost?"

The scholar was startled when he suddenly saw a man in the dark night, and quickly raised his iron rod. From his actions, it can be seen that the scholar is a man of great martial arts skills.

"Don't worry, my friend. I am a wandering Taoist priest. I am a human, not a ghost."

Liang Yue burst out laughing.

The scholar observed for a while and saw that the old man posed no threat, so he simply lit a bonfire on the spot.

The two of them chatted, eating the pheasant that Xiaotian had brought and drinking wine.

Liang Yue learned that the scholar was named Su Shi, who was exiled to the south for offending the powerful.

"Oh, I don't know if I can go back in this life?" Su Shi shook his head and sighed.

"Of course I will."

Su Shi didn't want to say more, so he changed the subject and asked, "Master, you often watch the moon and breathe. Do you want to imitate the ancients and embrace the moon to become an immortal?"

"That's right. There is a fairy in the moon. If you can get a true fairy to lower his gaze, you can embrace the moon and ascend to heaven."

"Oh? Taoist Priest, can you tell me in detail?" Su Shi's eyes lit up.

Just like other scholars, when he is down and out, he always places his hopes on the mysterious immortal way to alleviate his inner distress.

"How about you leave me a piece of calligraphy and I'll tell you a fairy tale?"

After saying this, without waiting for Su Shi to answer, Liang Yue took out writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone from somewhere.

Seeing the Taoist's miraculous tricks, Su Shi became interested and said, "I just happened to have some poems, come on!"

Liang Yue told the story slowly.

Su Shi placed the paper on the stone and wrote in cursive calligraphy.

At this moment, I have no ideas in mind, only the passion to express what is in my heart.

"In the autumn of the year Renxu, on the 15th day of the seventh month, Su Shi and his guests traveled under the Red Cliff...reciting poems about the bright moon and singing songs about graceful women."

Liang Yue was also telling bizarre stories.

"I am from Jin Taiyuan..."

"Hasn't that meant I have lived for more than seven hundred years?" Su Shi joked, and then continued to write poems while listening to the Taoist priest telling outrageous stories.

Liang Yue's eyes were full of vicissitudes as he talked about how he met a good friend who was dressed as a man at Taihu Academy, and how the two of them traveled freely around the mountains and rivers.

The chaos caused by the Five Barbarians could not disturb the peaceful lives of the two.

Later, he met many famous figures such as Emperor Wu of Song Liu Yu, Xie Xuan who laid the foundation for the hegemony of Jiangzuo, Langya King Sima Daozi, and Lingyun Bao Zhao.

Su Shi interrupted from time to time to ask for details.

It was originally just for entertainment, but the more I listened, the more it seemed like the real thing, as if the old man had really experienced it himself.

Listening to the story of this "immortal", Su Shi gradually felt inspired.

"…I am like a mayfly in the universe, a grain of sand in the vast ocean. I mourn the brevity of my life and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River. I would like to travel with the flying fairies and embrace the bright moon until the end of my life…"

The mind is peaceful and beautiful sentences come to mind easily.

"…The food and the kernels were all gone, the cups and plates were in a mess. We lay together in the woods, not knowing that the east had already dawned." Su Shi wrote the last line.

Liang Yue just talked about the Tang Dynasty at this time, and at this time, Su Shi also reacted.

"No, why does the first half sound like the story of Jiang Zuo Liang Lang?"

"That's right, I am Jiang Zuo Liang Lang."

Liang Yue gave a mischievous smile and rolled up the calligraphy and painting with the ink still wet.

"My dear friend, the matter of Song is over, and I am going to heaven."

Wow!
Before the bright moon disappeared, Liang Yue rose into the sky and disappeared.

Reincarnation of the corpse, ascending to heaven holding the moon.

Su Shi held a brush and looked at the sky melancholy, not knowing that it was already white in the east.

(End of this chapter)