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

Chapter 63: A ghost guarding the corpse for a thousand years, a free and easy immortal in the mortal world.

The next day, Shi Quanzi fell ill and could not get up.

quack quack!
Penglai Danshi.

The cry of the Golden Crow woke Liang Yue up.

"what happened?"

Jin Wu couldn't speak, but just kept motioning Liang Yue to follow him.

Liang Yue had a bad feeling and hurried to the back mountain.

The back mountain was surprisingly quiet at this moment.

The door of Shiquanzi's thatched cottage was not closed.

"Old man? Senior?"

Liang Yue entered the room and saw Shi Quanzi with a pale face, half leaning against the wall, holding on with only one breath.

Seeing that Liang Yue wanted to treat him, Shi Quanzi waved his hand and said with a smile:
"Don't waste your energy. My life span has come to an end. I am ninety-two years old this year. What else do I want?"

"Maybe we can give it a try." Liang Yue's voice was a little hoarse.

After spending many years together, the two had already become both teacher and friend. Shi Quanzi was the only one in the world who knew that he possessed magical powers.

He witnessed his own practice, his marriage with Yingtai, the birth of his child...

"You said it yourself, flowers may bloom again, but people can never be young again. Why should you be so persistent?"

"I just didn't expect time to pass so quickly." Liang Yue thought for a moment and decided to respect Shi Quanzi's wishes. "Wait a moment, I'll go call the others over."

"Don't scream, kid, or you'll scare him."

Afterwards, Liang Yue called other people in Liuzhuang one after another.

Tan Daoji, Bao Qian, as well as Tan Shao and Xiao Ming who returned home to recuperate, Zhu Yingtai, Liu Jue... and so on.

Everyone knows this old-fashioned grandfather who stays in the mountains all year round but has a very good personality.

Shi Quanzi met with everyone in turn and then dispersed them.

"Go rest, there's nothing to see in this old man."

Shi Quanzi waved everyone away and his eyes gradually dimmed.

Liang Yue sat on one side and didn't say much.

The road to immortality is long and difficult.

Eighty years is too long, or too fast.

"I failed in my Northern Expedition and surrendered to the enemy. I failed to achieve my great cause and wasted my life... I brought disgrace to my family. I wanted to die, but in my later years I gradually came to terms with it... Shanbo."

"exist!"

"You have a great ambition to live forever, so you should live a carefree life. Don't dwell on the past like me, lose your soul, and become a ghost guarding corpses for thousands of years."

"I must cherish the present and look to the future. I want to be a carefree immortal in the mortal world and travel with nature." Liang Yue said with a smile.

"Yes, remember to bury me next to Bao Liang's tomb." Shi Quanzi's eyes gradually dimmed, but his eyelids were still open, as if he was still reminiscing about the past.

"Go ahead. I won't blame you in this life."

After Liang Yue finished speaking, Shi Quanzi slowly closed his eyes.

Liang Yue was buried in Shiquanzi, next to Bao Liang's tomb.

Without stopping for too long, he poured a pot of old wine and strode forward.

"I drink the elixir of immortality by myself, and no one knows about my happiness."

Liang Yue was no longer as desolate as he was before when his grandmother died, but was singing loudly like Zhuangzi.

He did not hold a funeral for Shi Quanzi. The old man did not like such mundane things.

In the Penglai alchemy room, the elixir fire is rising and the Taoist is concentrating on refining the elixir.

……

A few days later, Wutong Garden.

Liang Yue dozed with his eyes closed, his clothes smelling slightly of dirt from the sun.

He opened his eyes and watched all this with a smile on his face.

Xiao Heyun has recently become obsessed with grass tortoises and teases Xuanwu all day long.

Xuanwu also knew that his little master was not someone who could be easily messed with, so he stopped being slow and servile, and went wherever his little master told him to go, and would even perform a somersault occasionally.

"Turn over quickly!"

Xuanwu turned over with a snap and got another piece of dried meat.

The Golden Crow that built its nest in the paulownia tree stared at all this in a daze, as if it were a concubine who had fallen out of favor.

Zhu Yingtai has recently been obsessed with women's work, knitting clothes for her children stitch by stitch.

"Is women's work a skill that you women automatically fall in love with when you reach a certain age?" Liang Yue said with a smile.

Zhu Yingtai rolled her eyes at him and said angrily, "It's none of your business."

"When will you return to Yuzhang to meet your eldest brother's child?"

"We went there last year. Let's wait until the kids are a little older so they don't catch a cold on the way."

Liang Yue looked at his daughter who was jumping around like a little monkey and said:

"I have a feeling that she will become a martial arts master in the future. Perhaps we will still need her protection."

"Really?" Zhu Yingtai looked in the direction he was looking. Could such a small thing really be that powerful?

"Haha! Wait until I have mastered all the internal skills in the world and pass on the highest martial arts in the world to her."...

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the crows are flying south.

Bamboo shadows in the mountains and forests, cold mist rising.

The mountain behind Liuzhuang is eerily quiet at night, with the swaying shadows of the trees looking like a demon with bared fangs and claws.

Whoosh!
A figure fell down.

This man was dressed in black and slowly walked into the back mountain.

He did not rush in all at once, but instead figured out the terrain of Liuzhuang in advance and prepared to infiltrate from the back mountain.

The owner of this manor is very smart. There are many empty houses in the backyard, and very few people know where the real rooms are.

However, I have great martial arts skills, so I can just explore the room one by one.

"Even though the Marquis of Changle Ting has internal strength, he is obsessed with alchemy and his martial arts skills are not that strong. Let's capture him first and force him to tell us the whereabouts of the Ever-Bright Lamp."

The visitor was Sun Tai's fourth brother Sun Heng.

Since the death of Sun Yue and Sun Song, Sun Heng is Sun Tai's only younger brother.

Therefore, when he came this time, Sun Tai repeatedly reminded people not to do anything.

The deaths of the eldest and third brothers were most likely caused by Shi Quanzi.

Crows were circling in the sky, and their cries were very annoying.

Suddenly, there was a stone table in front.

A young Taoist priest was drinking alone at the table, with the lights on the table brightly lit and his back to him.

The faint light illuminated a new grave nearby.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Sun Heng was overjoyed and immediately figured out the reason.

Shi Quanzi must be dead.

According to my second brother's calculations, even if Shi Quanzi were still alive, he would be over ninety years old.

No, the immortal dew-receiving lamp on the table... is actually an eternal lamp?

Did you find a bargain this time?

Sun Heng was overjoyed, but he did not dare to let his guard down and sneaked in.

At this moment, the man turned around and looked into his eyes.

"Which god are you?" Liang Yue smiled coldly.

Sun Heng stopped pretending, took off his mask, and said loudly:
"I am the Sun family's magic fairy. You are very famous and have many followers. Why don't you join the Taiping Tianshi Sect and overthrow Sima together?"

"The Sun family has so many experts, why don't they just rebel?"

"The Sima clan has more experts, and there are other powerful families outside. You and I are both disciples of the Taiping Heavenly Master Dao, so why don't we work together to accomplish this great cause?"

Thinking of this, Sun Heng spread out his left palm, a ball of fire emerged from the palm, and then disappeared.

Then he opened his mouth and let out a "zha" sound, and the flying needle shot through the nearby branch.

"As long as you hand over the eternal lamp and lead your people to surrender, I will accept you as my apprentice and teach you magic. How do you think?"

Liang Yue shook his head: "Not enough."

Wow! !

A lifelike fire dragon floated in front of Liang Yue.

The pure golden flames illuminated an area of dozens of feet in radius.

Liang Yue took a step forward, and in the darkness, his entire body seemed to be frozen, flashing continuously as he approached.

"What kind of witchcraft!!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Sun Heng's hair stood on end. In the gloomy and dark night, a person was moving like a ghost. Is there anything more terrifying than this?
Several fire dragons surrounded him.

"God, spare my life!!"

"I can spare your life, but you have to tell me all the details of your Sun family!"

"Good good."

Sun Heng spoke out like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

The man in front of him was listening intently, and he suddenly jumped up...

boom!
He felt a sudden pain in his head, and a large dent in the back of his head. He fell to the ground, convulsing and died.

The person before me is an illusion.

On the treetop, the Taoist priest leaned against a big tree, with the black crow lying on his shoulder.

Just now, this person's mind was shaken when he saw the new grave and the eternal lamp, and he had already fallen into an illusion.

Liang Yue has always been cautious, so how could he be exposed to the sight of others?

Wow!

Jump off the treetop and the crow flies into the sky.

The crow's eyes were so sharp that it had discovered this person's whereabouts three miles away.

"Death by a wooden stick, this is the explanation of the stick; Senior, how do you think this explanation is…"

Liang Yue was stunned for a moment, then he realized what was happening and turned to look at the empty wooden house.

Next to the wooden house, the dead persimmon tree sprouted.

(End of this chapter)