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

Chapter 75: Corpse Reincarnation Dojo, Ghost Immortal Guarding the House

Qingshan Garden, outside the Ganlu Garden.

Tao Yuanming came in led by Bao Qian.

"What good news?" Liang Yue put down his son in his arms. The boy was taciturn and didn't play around. Zhu Yingtai originally thought she had given birth to a fool, but Liang Yue checked and found that the child just didn't like to move.

"I found a place that is out of this world." Tao Yuanming said with a far-reaching gaze and endless aftertaste, "This place is located in Yunmeng Lake, Baling County, Changsha County. I accidentally discovered this place when I was hiking in the mountains."

There are villages in the valley of Yunmeng Lake in Baling County. It seems that ancient wealthy families formed an association and lived in the mountains.

"They have dishevelled hair, speak no elegant language, have tattoos and carvings, and their customs are very different from those of the outside world. However, there are mountains and water here, and the scenery is nice."

"Did you go in to visit?" Liang Yue asked.

"No, they have people patrolling. I hid in the bushes and heard them speaking in a language I couldn't understand."

In the wilderness, apart from wild beasts, humans are still the most dangerous. There are no laws or regulations to constrain you in the wild. If you die, you die and no one will know.

Hunters in the Three Wu regions have a rule that if they encounter a strange hunter in the wild, they must kill the hunter first.

In addition, Tao Yuanming asked the residents living at the foot of the mountain.

The wild people in the mountains are called mountain barbarians. It is said that they are descendants of ancient barbarian nobles. Every spring, this group of people go down the mountain to hunt heads, and the local villagers regard them as mandrills.

Thinking of this, Tao Yuanming felt scared.

"Fortunately, I am lucky, otherwise I would be dead. It is said that they are offering sacrifices to the god of Yunmeng Xiangjun. Xiangjun first appeared in Qu Yuan's Chu Ci. It is said that he was a person who fell into the water in ancient times and became a god..."

Listening to Tao Yuanming's explanation, Liang Yue fell into deep thought.

Becoming a god after death seems a bit like becoming an immortal through disintegration in water.

Could this Xiangjun be an ancient water-dissolving god? Although the ancient tribes were backward, their lifestyle had remained unchanged for thousands of years, so perhaps they were able to preserve their heritage intact.

Combining the previous five immortals of heaven and earth, Liang Yue summed up a mythological thread.

Thinking of this, Liang Yue stepped forward and patted Tao Yuanming's shoulder hard, saying with a smile: "Yuanliang, you are really my lucky star. Are you tired from traveling along the way? Bao Qian, take Yuanliang down to rest."

"It's my duty, it's my duty." Tao Yuanming said politely.

Liang Yue has supported him for so many years. If Tao Yuanming doesn't give something in return, he would be betraying his old friend's trust.

"Yes!" Bao Qian took Tao Yuanming away.

Liang Yue called Tan Daoji and told him the general location. He said, "In a few days, you will get a set of barrier-avoiding pills and detoxifying pills, take a carrier pigeon, and go to Changsha County to find out what's going on. Be careful and don't be impulsive."

"Yes, sir." Tan Daoji wrote down the location.

The sun sets over the western mountains and night falls.

The sky is hazy, the sunset glows red, and smoke rises from the town of Changle.

In the evening, everyone in Qingshan Garden had a meal together after a long absence.

"Grandpa Xie, I want to practice martial arts!" The little girl He Yun pestered Xie Xuan and called out to him.

"Hmph, there's no point for a girl to learn martial arts." Xie Xuan pretended to be indifferent, with a smile on his face.

Xie Lingyun was still too mature and too smart. He didn't have any childish fun at all. He was nowhere near as lively and cute as He Yun.

Zhang Wenzhi forced a smile on his old face and said, "Xiao Heyun, learn martial arts from Grandpa Zhang."

"No, Daddy said that Grandpa Zhang's martial arts would ruin the clothes and it wouldn't look good."

Not far away, Zhu Yingtai was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe. Five years had left no trace on her face, but only added a touch of maturity and stability.

At this time, she was playing the piano with Xie Daoyuan.

In recent years, Zhu Yingtai has restrained her temperament, played the piano and wrote poetry, and gradually gained a reputation as a talented woman.

Liang Jingming listened quietly to the piano, in stark contrast to his lively and active sister.

Seeing this, Zhu Yingtai couldn't help but sigh, wishing that her daughter and son had different personalities.

The moon is bright and the morning stars are shining, the moonlight is like water.

In the water pavilion.

Liang Yue was wearing plain clothes, holding a white jade cup filled with green ant wine, and opposite him was the twelve-year-old Liu Yifeng.

Liu Yifeng sat upright and worked meticulously.

"Did you go see your dad?"

"Well, daddy's official hat is very majestic, even more majestic than master's." Liu Yifeng's smile could not hide his childish nature.

"It doesn't matter whether you are powerful or not. What matters is whether the people can recognize you. Otherwise, you are just an idiot in disguise."

“How can I be recognized?”

"Nothing special, just carrying firewood for everyone." Liang Yue looked at Liu Yifeng and smiled meaningfully.

"A mortal's life is full of ups and downs, but history books only record a few of them. So work hard, Yi Fu, be a great hero, and win fame in your lifetime and after your death."

Liu Yifu took note of it, then asked in confusion: "Master, what about you?"

"I am a nobody, I can't even protect myself, I'm not a great hero, I'm just a passer-by with a few lines in history books."

In old age, aging brings unpredictable crises.

"Haha, playing the qin, listening to the green ants, I feel free and happy."

Liu Yifeng couldn't help but be fascinated.

He knew from childhood that the world was in turmoil and full of barbarians. He also knew that his seemingly carefree master was actually the only one who supported Liuzhuang, a pure land in troubled times.

Great freedom leads to great achievements.

"Master, He Yun, Father... I will definitely build a world for everyone in the future."

Liang Yue stepped lightly and came to his wife's side in a few steps.

"Yingtai, play me a piece of Guangling San."

"it is good."

One string and one pillar, elegant and graceful melody.

Liang Yue closed his eyes and felt the sound of the piano that seemed like the flow of time.

After a long time, the song ended.

"Yingtai, when the child grows up, we won't be able to control him anymore. How about we travel around the world?"

"Dad, I...I won't disobey." Liang Jingming said anxiously.

The couple simply ignored it.

Zhu Yingtai smiled and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

"Ah."

The evening breeze blows on my face and the years pass leisurely.

Since he understood the path, Liang Yue no longer lamented the passing of time hypocritically. After all, there are different scenery at different stages.

A young mentality will always grow old, and the mood will be completely different at that time.

The next day.

"drive!"

Tan Daoji led five people and left on fast horses.

The fast horses in Liuzhuang have all taken the Purple Dragon Pill. Although they are not spiritual beasts and cannot generate internal strength, they can easily travel 800 miles a day.

About two days.

Tan Daoji and others came to Baling County, Changsha County.

The mist rises from Yunmeng Lake, and the waves shake Baling City.

The vast lake is breathtaking.

"Being a tomb-raiding lieutenant does bring some fun to the mountains and rivers." Tan Daoji's thoughts on making great achievements have faded a lot.

Hidden among the remote green mountains is a secluded valley that is undisturbed by the hustle and bustle of the world.

There is a waterfall in the valley, rushing down from the steep cliff like a white silk hanging over the river.

Standing by the water are the stilt houses unique to southern tribes.

The natives here wear furs, have tattoos and carvings, and have a blood-red substance smeared around their eyes.

At this time, eight people dressed in gorgeous clothes came here, bringing with them a Tu ethnic group translator.

"Marshal Luo is the leader of the mountain barbarians. My Huan family will soon raise an army to fight against the treacherous ministers. Marshal, why don't you raise an army to respond? Let's work together for a great cause." Huan Zhen, a member of the Huan family, said.

The man sitting on the tiger-skin chair had dark skin and tattoos. Next to him stood two fair-skinned and beautiful women who were looking at the Huan family's people with eyes asking for help.

The mountain barbarians have the tradition of abducting women and bringing them up the mountains. The two women should be the abducted Han women.

The rich and powerful have never cared about the lives of the common people. In order to get the mountain barbarians to send troops, at least they will not cause trouble in the rear. It is worth it to make the common people suffer.

The barbarian said a lot of gibberish.

"The commander said he would think about it."

At this time, there was a noise coming from outside.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Kill them!"

It turned out that Tan Daoji and others were discovered and started fighting with everyone.

"What a master."

When Huan Zhen went out and saw it, he couldn't help but praise it.

He joined the battlefield.

Two fists are no match for four hands, not to mention that the other party has weapons and armor.

Tan Daoji and others retreated down the mountain in defeat.

"Hurry up and ask the owner for help!!"

Tan Daoji felt a little guilty.

That night, the pigeons were released.

At night, beside the bonfire, the Huan family members continued to persuade him: "Our General Huan is in Changsha County. We have reached an agreement and will hold a celebration banquet in Changsha County."

There are scattered mountain tribes living in this area. If someone can integrate them, it will be a great help.

Marshal Luo thought about it for a long time and finally agreed.

"Okay, the commander said we will leave in two days. We are going to hold the Sinking Jade Ceremony. Please prepare 20 men and 20 women to show your sincerity."

"Deal." Huan Zhen ordered his men to go down the mountain and capture forty strong men and women.

……

Penglai Danshi.

Liang Yue was wearing a cloak and a long-burning lamp emitting golden light.

After five years of practice, his true Qi surged to eighty strands, and he could now summon sixteen ordinary high-grade Taoist soldiers.

Liang Yue has not cast any spells in these years, but he has practiced some basic skills and is much faster than before.

Thump thump thump...

Pigeons are flying.

"Hmm? Is there an expert? Maybe a member of the Huan family?"

Liang Yue thought of the Huan family who were entrenched in Jingzhou. At this moment, they should be preparing for a rebellion. The Huan family had strong military forces and was even stronger than Liu Yu's Yangzhou.

The four treasures of the Heavenly Master were lost outside, and one of them, the Heavenly Master Mirror, was in the hands of the Huan family.

This group of people are actually colluding with the mountain barbarians, or do they want to borrow the power of the mountain barbarians?
Thinking of this, Liang Yue felt that he couldn't delay too long.

So he put on his cloak and put all his things into the storage bag.

Go to a secluded house on the side of Qingshan Garden.

"Mr. Zhang!"

Squeak!

The wooden door opened and Zhang Wenzhi walked out sleepily.

Liang Yue briefly explained what happened and said, "Senior, please come with me."

"it is good."

Zhang Wenzhi is the only one in Qingshan Garden who knows Liang Yue’s secret, and he can cover it up for him on the road.

At this moment, the wooden door on the other side opened at some point.

It turned out to be Liu Yifeng.

"Master, I want to go and see it too."

Liang Yue thought for a moment and said, "Okay, it's good to see the world, but you and Bao Qian will go together, and the two of us will go ahead."

After saying that, Liang Yue went to wake up Bao Qian again.

"Prepare two horses and take Yi Fu to Baling County."

"Yes!!"

Afterwards, Liang Yue and Zhang Wenzhi came to a deserted place.

"Quack quack!!"

Jinwu grabbed the Dragon Binding Rope, and the Dragon Binding Rope carried the two of them into the air.

Early morning, daytime.

The two appeared where Tan Daoji and others were hiding.

"Master?"

Tan Daoji was shocked.

"What's the situation? Is anyone injured?"

Liang Yue looked around. Inside the cave, the disciples of Liuzhuang were poorly dressed, but in good condition.

"It's just a superficial wound. It will heal after taking the elixir." Tan Daoji briefly explained the situation. "There are merchants smuggling with the mountain barbarians at the foot of the mountain. We caught them and interrogated them. The mountain barbarian leader will probably hold the Sinking Jade Ceremony at the edge of Yunmeng tonight. We don't know the exact location."

Liang Yue paced back and forth, turned around and said, "You all should follow Master Zhang's instructions and act according to the crow's call."

He was now somewhat certain that this tribe might have some ancient heritage.

[Sinking Jade] is a ritual of worshiping the river god in the Pre-Qin period or even earlier. Two jade beads are tied with red silk and sunk into the river to worship the river god.

"As ordered!"

……

The night is as dark as ink, and the torches illuminate the mountains and forests red.

The flames flickered and the mountain barbarians holding torches looked as terrifying as evil spirits.

The lake was covered with a pale and cold mist, and the surface of the lake was gloomy and dark. The occasional waves made it seem as if there was a dragon lurking underwater for thousands of years.

There was an altar standing by the river, with Marshal Luo leading eight warriors and a wizard.

The eight members of the Huan family were allowed to watch.

Eight warriors were carrying a tray with a bloody head of a person who had died with his eyes open.

This place is located in a remote corner of Yunmeng Lake, with no one around. Only direct descendants are qualified to offer sacrifices.

"Legend has it that the commander's ancestor found the elixir of the God of Xiang by the river. After taking it, he became extremely powerful, unified the surrounding tribes, and established the Luo Kingdom, which lasted until it was destroyed by Chu."

Such a bloody scene made the Huan family members shudder.

Huan Zhen admired it on the surface, but despised it in his heart. The mountain barbarians were indeed superstitious.

The wizard sang ancient songs and threw jade and human heads into the water to worship the ancient gods.

Marshal Luo bowed reverently.

At this time, white smoke was rising from the surface of the lake.

Eight silver-armored Taoist soldiers with red faces walked out of the water.

A golden fire dragon leaped above the water.

"God!!!" Marshal Luo and others were overjoyed and knelt on the ground in worship.

Is this a sign of the tribe’s rise?

"This, this..." Huan Zhen and others were extremely shocked.

Such a magical scene, are there really gods in the world?
They could not help but kneel down and kowtow.

At this moment, a figure slowly fell from the air.

The Taoist soldiers drew their spears.

Suddenly, flames raged, ropes fluttered, and divine crows cried.

There were nearly twenty people on the altar here, and they were all killed by Liang Yue and the Taoist soldiers.

They couldn't even react.

At the same time, Zhang Wenzhi, Tan Daoji and eight others rushed into the valley.

Men, women, old and young, scattered into the mountains and forests, were captured one by one and all killed.

The killing continued into daylight.

When Bao Qian took Liu Yifeng up the mountain.

The valley was littered with corpses. Tan Daoji and seven other men were covered in blood, and several of their swords were broken.

A total of more than two hundred barbarians were killed.

By the way, he rescued several ragged Han women.

"This……"

The tragic scene before him brought great psychological shock to the young Liu Yifeng, and he even felt unable to bear it.

Having been raised by women since childhood and never even killed a chicken, he couldn't accept the scene before him for a while.

I couldn't even imagine that Tan Daoji, who I had played with since childhood, could be so cold-hearted.

Liang Yue appeared beside him at some point.

"Greetings, Master, the bandits have been cleared out!!"

"very good."

Liang Yue touched Liu Yifu's head and said expressionlessly: "For hundreds of years, the Han people have always believed in the surrender of the Hu people. However, the Hu people learned the skills of the Han people and would only turn around and kill the Han people. Time and time again, betrayal proves that the Hu people are beasts."

"Yi Fu, remember this, these barbarians who refuse to obey the king must be killed. Dao Ji!"

If the barbarians' customs were not too barbaric, Liang Yue would not have killed them all.

"My subordinate is here!"

"Destroy the entire family of merchants who smuggle ironware to barbarians, and take Yi Fu out to see the world." Although Liang Yue is unrestrained, he is not a kind-hearted person.

"Yes!"

Liu Yifeng followed Tan Daoji down the mountain.

After doing all this, Liang Yue went to Marshal Luo's residence to search.

Finally, the divine sense sensed two ancient bamboo slips in a corner.

At a glance, the first book is "The Secret Method of Guarding the House by Yu Shu Lan Shi", also known as the Ghost Immortal Guarding the House Method.
"It really is the method of corpse transformation."

Liang Yue was a little surprised.

This method of ghost immortals guarding the house is rather complicated. It is a special formation that turns the house into a "dojo" for the corpse-reincarnated immortals. Modern people call it earthbound spirits, and the ancients called it "evil spirits" and "road evil spirits."

"This method is good."

However, a special material is needed to create this formation.

Liang Yue looked at the vast Yunmeng Lake and, combining it with the legend of Tao Yuanming, seemed to have thought of something.

(End of this chapter)