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

Chapter 47: Photographic memory, timeless and fresh (seeking follow-up reading)

"Shiquanzi?" Ge Hong thought of the Eight Animals School.

The Eight Animals Sect followed General Zu Ti in the Northern Expedition, but was disbanded after the failure of the Northern Expedition. The last generation of high priest was Zu Ti's son Zu Daozhong.

I didn't expect he was still alive...

"Who is Liang Yue?"

"A young man with a Laozi-like demeanor, he must be the descendant of Shi Quanzi. He wants to escape from the world and live forever at such a young age. By the way, the Qingliu Pill was made by this person."

Dong Ze thought of the money and pills this kid gave him, and realized that he was an honest person.

"Oh?" Ge Hong nodded secretly, "The Green Willow Pill is extremely simple and effective. This person has real skills."

By this age, Ge Hong had seen countless fake Taoists. Most of them made elixirs out of poison, which made people have ruddy complexions and look energetic after taking them. This was a sign of poisoning.

"Then get out."

The two old men went down the mountain, found a donkey, and slowly headed towards Shanyin, Kuaiji.

On the way, they saw refugees everywhere, but when they arrived at Zhuji County, they found that the people here were living quite well.

On the way, Xu Xianzhi and others discovered them.

After some understanding, both sides were surprised at each other's identities.

"Are you the Immortal Ge?" Xu Xianzhi was surprised.

"County magistrate?"

The county magistrate is a wonderful person who takes the lead in doing farm work, Ge Hong thought.

Although Ge Hong was a Taoist priest, he hated the trend of idle talk in official circles the most. He even combined Taoism with Confucianism, advocating the importance of both virtue and behavior, cultivating the inner self with the immortality and the outer self with Confucianism.

Unfortunately to no avail.

Upon learning that they were looking for Liang Yue, Xu Xianzhi said:
"Liang Yue is my teacher. The two of you will follow..."

Xu Xianzhi pointed the way for the two of them.

Separate sides.

"The Marquis of Changle Ting is a great hermit in the court. I would like to meet him." Ge Hong said with a smile.

Dong Ze recalled what happened three years ago.

"Liang Yue is a man who pursues the truth, but he does not pursue empty things. Three years ago, he asked me for the Lei Ze Sutra. I don't know if he has mastered it."

"It's not that easy to practice Taoism. You'll waste your whole life and end up with nothing." Ge Hong smiled bitterly.

About twenty years ago, he changed the direction of his research and developed alchemy into medicine. The effect was good.

"Let's go and meet this Taoist priest Changle."

……

Penglai Danshi.

Liang Yue set up a cauldron to make the elixir, the golden flames lit up the whole room red.

After a long time, a strange medicinal fragrance came out, and the golden flying crystal pill came out of the furnace.

After taking a pill, I felt refreshed and my mind was clear.

After a long time, Liang Yue opened his eyes.

"Difficulties are difficult, the truth is the most mysterious, don't take the golden elixir for granted."

In this age of the Dharma Ending Age where there is no spiritual energy, it is simply wishful thinking to want to improve your cultivation by relying solely on self-cultivation.

Maintaining the body's internal circulation is not easy.

Perhaps after another ten or twenty years, there will be a clear breakthrough in the cultivation level. As for the realms after the realm of [Nourishing the Spirit], such as [Controlling Objects] and [Night Traveling], I am afraid that they will not be realized until I am old.

Or find other magical powers, rare treasures.

Fortunately, he is a corpse-reincarnating immortal and does not have the same anxiety about his lifespan as other practitioners.

"If I were a Taoist priest from another sect, I would probably just want to enjoy myself and dominate the world." Liang Yue thought.

It’s a pity that the corpse-transmigration immortals can’t do that. What they want is a comfortable environment.

In this era, if a poor family wants to start a business, they have to lead the troops themselves. They may be shot to death by stray arrows from anywhere, not to mention all kinds of intrigues.

The internal cycle of Taoism must be maintained by elixirs, so perhaps one can only take care of one of the two, hegemony and immortality.

"quack……"

The sound of crows cawing outside the door meant someone was coming.

Liang Yue took a step and passed through the wall.

He did not reveal his magical powers to his family, not even Zhu Yingtai knew about it.

After a while, footsteps were heard.

The person who came was Bao Qian.

"Master, the Ma family's troops are causing trouble again, trying to kill our caravan."

As Liu Manor expanded, it gradually touched upon the interests of other families, especially the Ma family manor, and conflicts have arisen in recent days.

Liang Yue didn't want to bother with these trivial matters, so he said:
"We will also retaliate and inform Tan Shao and Dao Ji. We will disguise ourselves as bandits and kill them one by one if their troops come out."

"Yes, sir!" Bao Qian stepped back.

In this battle, it would be best to drive them back to their hometown.

I have a title and troops. Shangyu, Zhuji, and Shanyin are like one, so I can ignore these middle-class nobles. If Liang Yue and his men are determined to cause trouble, they can quickly bring tens of thousands of bandits to sweep across the Three Wus.

Of course, Liang Yue’s strategy was to become a warlord, win over some of the gentry, and finally achieve hegemony among the princes at least like the Huan family, and then slowly reform.

If you go against the gentry right from the start, your end will probably be extremely miserable. The aristocratic families of this era are not the landlords like those in the Ming and Qing dynasties, but more like the princes and lords in the Western Zhou Dynasty.

"Shanbo, it's time for dinner!" Zhu Yingtai's voice came from afar.

"it is good!"

Liang Yue came to the backyard, and saw female warriors of different species guarding the gate and corners. These were carefully selected guards, who had elderly parents and young children, and whose husbands had died in the chaos of war. They were trustworthy.

Grandmother, Yingtai, and Liu Jue sat down. On the table were stewed pork, steamed fish, frosted vegetables, and rice from the fields.

"Come and sit down, Yue'er!" Grandma greeted warmly with a bright look on her face.

"it is good."

When the family sits down, the Liang family has no rule of not talking while eating, and talking at the dinner table is also normal.

"Yingtai, grandma has made clothes for the children. When you have children, they can wear them from one year old to fifteen years old. I also made Yue'er's clothes myself." Grandmother said with a smile.

"Yeah." Yingtai was a little shy.

"Great-grandmother, what about mine?" Liu Jue's eyes lit up.

"Yes, everything." The grandmother put a piece of fish belly into the little girl's bowl.

"Yue'er, I dreamed about Heng'er and the old man last night."

"Oh? What did grandpa and the others say?" Liang Yue asked with interest.

"I told them you were made a marquis, and they were very happy."

"That's good, that's good." Liang Yue smiled, feeling a little uneasy inside.

In recent days, my grandmother is no longer confused, she is in good spirits and has a big appetite, which is not a good sign.

That night.

A group of people traveled at night.

The leader is short and has bright eyes.

This is Tan Daoji, who is only thirteen years old. Up to this year, he has killed several people. He is also the only one in Liuzhuang who has practiced the Eight Animal Skill to the middle level.

The group waited until early morning, when the Ma family's troops left. There were a total of eighty people on the other side, and only twelve on their side.

"Second Brother Tan, they are here."

"Kill!" Tan Daoji was the first to rush out.

He kept in mind the manor owner's teachings that one should not be confused about important matters. Since they were all here, no matter how many people the other party had, he should not regret his decision.

On this day, the Ma family's troops were killed by bandits without a single one left.

That night.

The maid came to report.

"Dockmaster, grandma..."

Seeing the maid's appearance, Liang Yue knew what was going on. He woke up Zhu Yingtai, and the two rushed to his grandmother's residence overnight.

My grandmother was already dying.
"Grandma!" Zhu Yingtai burst into tears and was extremely sad.

"Yingtai, don't cry." Grandmother patted Zhu Yingtai's hand.

Liang Yue stepped forward to lend a hand and input his true energy, but found that his internal organs had already decayed and aged.

This cannot be cured by medicine, it is fate.

Grandmother murmured to herself, "When your parents died, I, an old lady, cried every day, wondering how I could live and raise you. Fortunately, your father left a lot of money after his death, and I usually wove cloth to supplement the family income. With all my ups and downs, I was able to raise you."

"When she married your grandfather, she was still a virgin, as beautiful as Yingtai..."

Perhaps it was a last burst of emotion, my grandmother said a lot, missing her life as a young lady, the perfection when her family was all around, the fear of being displaced, and the freedom in her old age.

Liang Yue remained silent, his heart filled with sorrow, the years of dependence on each other still vividly remembered.

“Yue’er, I always remind you to bring honor to our family. After bringing honor to our family, I want you to start a family and have more children. Later…” Grandma’s voice gradually became weaker. She waved her hand to stop Liang Yue from coming forward. “Then I thought, you are also very tired. You are the only bloodline left in the Liang family. From now on, just live comfortably…”

"Yingtai, eat more next time."

After saying this, the old man closed his eyes.

There are many worries during life, but all things will be done after a long sleep.

"Grandma, have a safe journey." Liang Yue closed his eyes and was speechless for a long time.

What followed was a seven-day funeral, which was simple and my grandmother was eventually turned into a small grave.

Everyone who was taken care of by the grandmother was crying. Liu Jue also cried bitterly when he knew that he would never see his great-grandmother again.

The strangers left, leaving only the family members. Liang Yue stood in front of the new grave for a long time without moving.

"Uncle, what is...death?"

“Death means never to be seen again and gradually forgotten by everyone.”

"Will everyone die? Will Jue'er also grow old?" Thinking of this, Liu Jue felt inexplicably terrified, afraid that he would not be able to see everyone again, "Will everyone be forgotten?"

"Everything will eventually perish..." Liang Yue held Zhu Yingtai's hand, a smile on his face, "Someone will remember you all, and will never forget you..."

The immortal method of corpse reincarnation is to remember everything you see and it becomes more and more fresh over time.

(End of this chapter)