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

Chapter 39: Auspicious Omens from Heaven, Historical Hermits (Seeking Follow-up Reading)
"What?" Liang Yue was a little surprised. No wonder Jie Kong often looked over. "You are also a student of Taihu Academy? And Yingtai's mother is also a student?"

"That's right. The rich and the poor are like a chasm between us. I was hit hard back then, so I retired to the mountains."

"So that's how it is." Liang Yue understood.

"I hope you don't make the same mistake again." Monk Jiekong said with a smile, "The Han people migrated south and established a strict family system. If you don't have a certain status, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have both."

"No." Liang Yue smiled faintly.

"I hope so."

Thinking of the past, Jie Kong's heart was full of regrets. The past will never come back, and he has let it go. But seeing this jade pendant now, he can't help but feel sad.

"Humph, you are a child of aristocratic family, doing all kinds of shit." Shi Quanzi couldn't help but sneer, "If you had focused your energy on the barbarians, you would have succeeded in the Northern Expedition long ago."

As the son of Zu Ti, Shi Quanzi was extremely disgusted with the royal families who held him back in the past.

Jie Kong put down his teacup and shook his head helplessly: "What happened in the Southern Dynasty was nothing more than those who crossed the river first formed marriages to prevent those who crossed the river later from seizing their power."

There are Hu people outside and aristocratic families inside. There has never been such a chaotic situation throughout history.

"Shanbo, you claim to know everything. Who do you think will win in the end?"

Liang Yue put away the secret book and sat down, looking at the tea leaves in the cup like duckweed, and said: "No matter if they are from aristocratic families or barbarians, they are essentially for their own wealth and family interests. They will not win. Only those who win the hearts of the people can win the world."

"Winning the hearts of the people..." Shi Quanzi murmured to himself, and fell into confusion for a moment.

The court with a hopeless future always makes people lose interest. The three chatted for a while, got bored, and went home.

……

Returning to the Penglai Alchemy Room, Liang Yue opened the secret book.

"Om..."

The Indian mantra contains only this word. It is said to be the first sound in the creation of the universe. This word can evolve into countless forms.

Chant this word, communicate with the spirit beast, and you can control it smoothly.

Our predecessors did not have divine ideas, so they did not succeed.

"Golden Crow, come here!!"

Thump thump thump...

The statue-like golden crow on the eaves moved. This divine crow became more and more majestic, and its height was already over one meter. Its beak, eyes, and claws turned golden from absorbing many elixirs, and were harder than metal.

"Haha..." There was confusion in Jinwu's eyes.

"Stand still!"

Liang Yue sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

As explained, the divine thoughts gathered into a beam.

Just like forging rough ore into wrought iron, there cannot be a single distracting thought during the process.

The first time, failed.

The second time, failed...

The seventh time.

The divine thoughts gathered into a bundle and pierced towards the divine crow’s brow.

Wow! The divine crow's eyes flashed with wisdom, and it spoke in human language:

"This little technique from outside the domain is pretty good."

Wow!
The divine crow flew outside.

Following the perspective of the divine crow, Liang Yue himself seemed to have learned the art of flying. The scenery on both sides quickly receded, and the strong wind made his eardrums whistle.

He saw the mountains, the land, the streams and the rivers.

I had a great time and only went back after my true energy was almost used up.

"You can stay home and check on the outside world in the future, but you have to be careful."

There is divine consciousness attached to it. If the divine crow is shot to death, it is unknown how long it will take to recover the lost divine consciousness.

Start a fire and make an elixir!
In the days that followed, Liang Yue spent money like water while refining pills and occasionally practicing various magic spells.

June.

The sun is shining brightly in the sky.

It is the harvest season.

Outside the wheat fields, the rice is golden and the grains are full. The breeze blows, bringing with it the fragrance of rice.

Under the shade of the tree, Liang Yue and Shi Quanzi sat on the ground, enjoying the cool air and watching the younger generation playing.

Shiquanzi was sweating profusely, Liangyue was immune to cold and heat. In a nearby pavilion, an old grandmother was eating melon.

"Yue'er, come and eat the melon!" the grandmother shouted with full energy.

"You eat first, I've already eaten!"

Shi Quanzi couldn't help but sigh, "Jiangzuo is a good place. If there were no war, it would be able to support the world."

"There will come a day."

"The wheat fields are ripe, so it's time for you to step down from your position, right?"

Liang Yue shook his head and said, "It's not enough."

After saying that, he turned and looked at the children who were fighting.

"Stop messing around, find the biggest ear of rice quickly. You can only move forward, not backward. You can only take one at a time. The biggest reward is a chicken drumstick!"

Liu Jue, Tan Daoji, Tan Long, and Liang Liang all dispersed and went into the rice fields.

Liu Jue picked the largest rice plant he saw before he even entered the rice field.

Tan Long took a few steps and picked up one that was bigger than Liu Jue's.

Liang Liang is the son of Buqu, and Buqu changed his surname to Liang. He walked to the middle and finally took out the biggest one among the three.

Only Tan Daoji walked to the other end of the rice field and took out the smallest one.

He was a little dejected. Usually, Tan Daoji was the best in academics and martial arts, but he didn't expect to lose to others today.

Shi Quanzi smiled and said, "You are very greedy, thinking that there are bigger ears of rice behind you, so you keep walking until you are almost out of the rice field and realize that it is too late. Tanlong Liujue only knows to look at the front, and Liang Liang can stop in time."

"I was wrong. I should have taken the third one. The third one is the biggest." Tan Daoji was a little annoyed.

"Don't regret your choice, Dao Ji, you are very smart and have great ambitions, don't hesitate when doing things..." Liang Yue changed the subject and said solemnly, "Remember, you can be careless about small things, but you must be decisive about big things!"

Tan Daoji is extremely talented and he has high hopes for him. He is a very kind person, but this is not a shortcoming. Only those with compassion in their hearts can achieve great things.

"Student understands." Tan Daoji wrote it down solemnly.

Liang Yue walked deep into the rice field.

When he came out, he was holding a stalk of rice with twelve ears, which looked like the twelve tassels on an emperor's crown.

This is not something that is born naturally, but something that Liang Yue had previously stimulated with his true energy.

"This..." Shi Quanzi saw this and instantly understood what he was going to do. "Isn't your contribution of providing agricultural books and modifying tools enough?"

Liang Yue wrapped the rice ears carefully with cloth and sneered when he heard this:
"The Jin Dynasty is all about empty talk and has always looked down on those who work hard at government affairs. Maybe they are not as useful as this auspicious plant sent from heaven."

"That's right. Sima Shi doesn't look like a normal person."

Shi Quanzi smiled bitterly. If his father had learned how to flatter others, perhaps there would have been more military funds for the Northern Expedition and he would not have died of grief and anger in the end.

"The royal family, which started out as a conspiracy to steal the country, is born with defects. They always subconsciously reject capable ministers, thinking that everyone is like Sima Yi."

The two of them were talking about outrageous things.

However, there were no loyal ministers in the Jin Dynasty, and perhaps the aristocratic families spoke even more violently in private.

"Shan Bo, there is something I don't understand."

"Senior, it doesn't matter."

"Since you don't seek fame and fortune, and you live a carefree life, why do you want to join the world of fame and fortune? With your ability, even if you have no fame or success, you can still go far in the world."

"Senior, you don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are if you don't run a household. Refining alchemy and practicing martial arts are the biggest expenses. If you have a position, it can make up for the expenses. Moreover, there is another benefit..."

"What's the benefit?"

Liang Yue stood up suddenly, looking into the distance, the breeze blowing his crane cloak, as if he could see through the entire history.

The sun is scorching, the rice is ripe, and half of the year has passed.

The mountains, rivers, and the country have been like this for thousands of years.

“Transcend history, integrate into history, and become history.”

If you do too badly, you can't survive; if you do too well, you will easily attract attention.

After death, the merits and demerits are determined and the final judgment is made.

This is the best way to hide away from the world.

A pill of golden elixir guarantees immortality, and a magic pearl coming out of the sleeve illuminates the whole night.

After getting drunk, the mountains and rivers are put in the box, and no one knows that I am a real immortal.

In the eleventh year of Taiyuan, Kuaiji had a good harvest and auspicious signs appeared from heaven, which was a sign of a prosperous era.

(End of this chapter)