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

Chapter 51: Corpse Reincarnation, Dragon Binding Rope (Seeking Follow-up Reading)

The sky was dim, the mountain breeze was cool, the clouds were billowing, and the morning sun gave the rolling white clouds a layer of golden edges.

The crow flies high in the sky, observing the scenes in all directions.

Whizzing!

It seemed that a jackal showed its head, but Liang Yue didn't even look at it. He turned his wrist, and shot out a steel needle between two fingers, killing the jackal on the spot.

Ever since he practiced the golden needle technique, Liang Yue has used the golden needle as a weapon. This thing is more useful than a sword, at least it does not require close combat.

There were beautiful wild flowers on the road, so I picked one and gave it to Yingtai.

Zhuji County, the county magistrate here is Xu Xianzhi.

Outside the manor, under the peach tree.

After not seeing each other for a long time, Xu Xianzhi had grown a beard. He was enjoying the cool under a tree while his family was having a picnic nearby.

Most people from Liuzhuang like to have barbecue when they go outings. Xu Xianzhi has kept this habit for two years since he came out.

Looking at the farmland, Xu Xianzhi smiled with satisfaction. This was his own achievement. His father was not as good as he was now.

"Huh?" Xu Xianzhi suddenly stood up, thinking he was dazzled.

A man was walking towards us from a distance, and this man turned out to be the owner of the manor.

"Master? Why are you here?" Xu Xianzhi turned around and called his wife, who was holding a two-year-old baby.

"Come out for a walk, Xianzhi, you did a good job."

"Master, you are joking. I have no talent or knowledge. I have only worked hard and have lived up to my official duties." Xu Xianzhi said with a wry smile.

"Working hard is the real skill. Xianzhi, you are about to understand how to pacify the world." Liang Yue himself did not expect that this playboy could actually persist.

"I hope so." Xu Xianzhi smiled. He had been trying hard to find a way to pacify the world, and he wanted to govern the country and bring peace to the nation, and become a noble and prime minister.

After working here for two years, I found that all the strategies, tactics, and tricks were not as practical as planting a good field.

Xu Xianzhi was not being modest. He was truly uneducated and could not even write clearly. Yet the people under his rule lived better than those ruled by most of the children of aristocratic families.

The country will prosper through hard work.

It is only today that I understand the meaning of the owner's words.

"Master, this is my son Qiao Zhi."

Liang Yue patted the child's head and said to Xu Xianzhi, "Prepare a horse. I want to go back to Liuzhuang."

"Master, please stay for dinner before leaving."

"No need, there is something going on in the village."

"Hold on."

Liang Yue left on horseback.

The wife was puzzled and asked, "Husband, who is this guest?"

"He is the manor owner I often talk about, the Marquis of Changle Pavilion, the Qilin of Jiangzuo. A..." Xu Xianzhi thought for a moment and smiled, "...a person from the secluded world."

Like a wild crane, everything seemed like floating clouds in front of his eyes.

He whipped the horse, accompanied by the black bird, and galloped along the official road.

Liang Yue carried the bamboo basket he got from Xu Xian, which was filled with flowers and herbs, and walked and stopped from time to time, enjoying the scenery.

"A paradise on earth, a place to guard corpses."

Liang Yue thought that the Yue King Snake Swallowing Realm was not bad. It was hidden enough and difficult for mortals to reach.

More importantly, there is water and air.

Taiyi guards the corpse, which then transforms into an immortal being, allowing the spirit and soul to ascend and the body to be restored.

Restoring the physical body means regaining youth, and the true Qi will no longer exist; of course, this does not mean starting from scratch. After all, the spiritual realm is higher, and it is easier to pick it up.

However, it is worth noting that he was an ordinary person when he was resurrected.

If it is buried too deep, it may starve to death in the grave before it can regain its cultivation level. This phenomenon is called "trapped dragon".

The burial was too shallow, and there were various man-made disasters.

Ning Yangzi was buried by his descendants. Insects entered the coffin and bit his body before it woke up. As a result, he wasted half his life and died with regret.

"The corpse is transformed into a body, maybe there is some kind of disaster caused by God or man, we have to be on guard."

The war situation in the Jin Dynasty was chaotic. It would be hard to predict what would happen if graves were dug up by some tomb-raiding lieutenants or rioters.

It is not realistic for future generations to guard the tomb. If there is chaos in the world, wouldn’t one’s own tomb become a shackle that imprisons future generations?
It is better to hide in a place where there are few people, and put some food that can be preserved for a long time, such as fasting pills and honey. There is also water in the cave, so you can fill your stomach when you wake up.

This place can be considered a refuge in troubled times.

"Maybe there will be other blessed places in the future, there is still a long way to go."

When he marched to Kuaiji, he saw that people's livelihood was in decline. Fortunately, the more than two years of peaceful life had not caused too much chaos among the people.

The sun is high and the shadows are long.

tick tick...

A young man rode a donkey and walked slowly along the official road. He was dressed simply in linen clothes. This man was Tao Yuanming, whom I had not seen for two years.

Liuzhuang is just around the corner, with fields stretching for ridges and bearing abundant fruits.

Farmers worked with their heads down, sweat dripping onto the soil, soldiers patrolled back and forth, and family generals worked with everyone to repair water conservancy projects.

Seeing the scene before him, Tao Yuanming could not help but sigh, "Compared to Wuling County, this place is like a paradise on earth."

Suddenly, the sound of horse riding came from behind.

Tao Yuanming turned his head subconsciously, then lowered his head in fear and pretended not to see it.

The knight stopped, and the man smiled and said, "Isn't this Brother Yuan Liang? Can you find Taoyuan?"

Tao Yuanming looked embarrassed and said hesitantly, "I...have never found a paradise on earth."

Since they met, they chatted along the way.

It turned out that Tao Yuanming had spent all his money as soon as he arrived in Wuling County, so he had no choice but to work as an assistant official for the Wuling prefect. Less than a year later, he resigned and retired to the countryside, where he ended up growing grass but few bean sprouts.

"Oh, how ashamed I am." Tao Yuanming covered his face in shame, feeling both lost and embarrassed.

"Don't worry, Yuanliang. I have found the Peach Blossom Spring..."

Liang Yue told the story he made up.

Tao Yuanming was distracted for a while, and when he came to his senses, he found that Liang Yue had already gone far away.

"Wait! Brother Liang! Lord Shanbo! Marquis Changle! Where is the Peach Blossom Spring?" Tao Yuanming whipped the donkey with great effort.

"Ahead!"

"Where is ahead?"

"Under the feet, haha."

The horses galloped, raising dust along the way.

Life is eighty years long, ten years are spent in childhood, ten years are spent in old age, three percent is spent in sleep, three percent is spent in work, and there is very little free time.

Every life has its own way of living. Focus on the present and your heart will be at peace.

After returning to Liuzhuang, Liang Yue walked to Wutong Garden and saw Yingtai planting flowers there.

"Come." Liang Yue handed the flowers to Liu Jue and picked up Zhu Yingtai by the waist.

"Shanbo, what's wrong with you?" Yingtai blinked.

"It's okay, let me talk to you."

The two men entered the house, leaving Liu Jue confused.

"Sister Yingtai, are you still planting flowers?"

Soft jade and warm fragrance, warm spring curtains, who would envy the mandarin ducks.

……

Late autumn is passing, the weather is getting colder, the drizzle is continuous, and the cold is bone-chilling.

On the mountain.

Shi Quanzi sat quietly like a giant Buddha, with golden needles inserted into the acupuncture points on his body.

"Time flies by so fast. Looking back on last year, it seems like it was just a few days ago. Shanbo, I am really going to die this time."

Liang Yue wrote the bird and insect script from memory, and said without turning his head: "Your life span has not yet come to an end, but the injury has affected your vitality. Now I have golden needles to suppress the injury, so I can hold on for a while. Here!"

Liang Yue handed the written article about birds and insects to Shi Quanzi.

"Bird and insect script is an ancient southern bird script. This bird script has been lost for a long time. I studied it for a period of time when I was in seclusion."

"What does it say?"

"A magical power called the Dragon Binding Rope is made of five kinds of hemp: gold thread, jute, sisal, flax, linen, and hemp. It is three feet long and soaked in cinnabar and chicken blood. Mantras are chanted every day. It will take forty-nine days to complete. It can be long or short and is as hard as iron."

"There is also the skill of extracting dragon blood. Dragon blood can be used to feed exotic beasts and stimulate qi and blood. It cannot be eaten by humans."

"Dragon Binding Rope, Dragon Blood..."

The dragon's blood should be the powder at the bottom of the pond, which humans cannot eat. Perhaps people are afraid that the dragon's blood will cause unpredictable changes in the body.

Liang Yue had a question: in the era before the birth of internal force, did the ancients eat the blood of animals left over from ancient times to stimulate their qi and blood?

From a historical perspective, Yun Chang had no magical powers, he was just as strong as an ox, and died early. Maybe this is the reason.

This blood can be used to feed animals.

"I see."

Liang Yue went down the mountain with the translated text.

"Hey, the needle is not removed!"

Time flies, and New Year's Day is here in the blink of an eye.

In the fourteenth year of Taiyuan, the silk thread of the jade silkworm was like a tree ring, winding twenty-four times. . .

(End of this chapter)