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

Chapter 84 Liang Zhu's story, the return of the old friend

The long-burning lights were dim, and the Taoist's expression flickered.

According to the theory of spiritual energy concentration that he summarized, even if there are ancient immortals who are dormant, they will not appear until the spiritual energy is fully revived.

A shark can't suddenly appear in the fish tank.

At that time, it would be impossible for me to go from being the only immortal to becoming the "little brother" of the immortals all of a sudden. This is something I can never accept.

It would be better to build a place to guard corpses permanently, and collect the relics before the immortals and gods awaken during the catastrophe of the end of the law.

Seize the initiative at every step and make a comeback by becoming an immortal instead of simply seeking immortality.

"Why can't a corpse-reincarnated immortal become a Taoist ancestor?"

Qin Shihuang built an underground paradise for himself. I don’t know if it was superstition or something else, but in short, this place can be used.

"It seems that it is necessary to explore the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang." Liang Yue thought.

However, this matter cannot be rushed. According to the records of the Sima family, people had excavated the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang as early as the time of Cao Cao, but only found pottery figurines and burial treasures.

"Brother, you can visit us on your way to the Northern Expedition later."

Liang Yue thought.

The top priority is to deal with "aging" and the more brutal aging of the soul in the future.

While Liang Yue was thinking, he heard Xie Lingyun's tentative voice.

"Master? Master?" Xie Lingyun called softly, "Master, what have you thought of?"

Liang Yue came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Those in high positions and with great power are often reluctant to give up their power. They pursue immortality and just want to rule the world forever. Even if the hope is slim, they are willing to give it a try."

"Is there a way to achieve immortality in this world?" Xie Lingyun asked doubtfully.

"Perhaps there was in the past, but spiritual luck and immortality are too elusive. The real immortality can only be achieved by doing good deeds, being virtuous and making famous statements, so that one's reputation will last for centuries and will never be forgotten by future generations."

Xie Lingyun agreed and nodded, saying, "That's right. I want to write one article after another. Even after I die, future generations will still read my articles and remember Xie Lingyun of the Jin Dynasty."

"Lingyun, what article are you going to write?"

Liang Yue flipped through the classics and then asked.

"I am proficient in poetry, prose, miscellaneous books and novels." Xie Lingyun was very pleased with himself. "What I want to write most at the moment is novels."

I have read too many books on supernatural phenomena and I have been itching to write a book on a similar subject.

After saying that, he looked at Liang Yue inconspicuously, and thought to himself: "Actually, I plan to write the story of you and Aunt Zhu."

As a free-spirited historian, I just want to record what's happening around me.

Xie Lingyun was sickly when he was young and was fostered in Liuzhuang. At the age of 21, he was too lazy to even serve as an official and spent all day hanging out in Qingshan Garden. Although he seemed indifferent to everything, he was very attached to this stable place in his heart.

Liang Yue and Zhu Yingtai met in academy, and the poor scholar married the daughter of a wealthy family. The story is full of legends and will surely become popular in the future.

Of course, Xie Lingyun didn't dare to speak out his true thoughts, for fear that Liang Yue would beat him up.

"I will write secretly in the future..."

……

early morning.

In Wutong Garden, there are two more dead bodies - Zhu Gongyuan and his mother Zhang.

The sun warmed his body, and Zhu Gongyuan drank the fried tea invented by Liuzhuang and let out a comfortable sigh.

"Oh... so comfortable. This is what authentic stir-fried tea tastes like. It has a unique and light flavor."

When fried tea first came out, it was not well-received by the world because of its bland taste. However, it could not resist the influence of celebrities. As famous people such as Xie Xuan, Wang Ningzhi, and Xie Daoyuan drank it, fried tea spread along with their fame.

"It's OK. Stir-fried tea can be used to relieve greasiness."

Liang Yue stroked a large black dog and turned to answer.

Grass tortoises have a long lifespan and won’t die anytime soon.

Next, let’s focus on this big black dog.

Xiaotian felt a little frightened by Liang Yue's look. The Golden Crow on the tree was laughing so loudly that Xie Xuan couldn't meditate.

"Here, have some melon."

Zhu Yingtai brought melons, and the group drank tea and ate melons, spending a peaceful time with the tea.

Liang Yue closed his eyes and lay there without any image, feeling the warm breeze on his face.

Real life does not need to be grand and spectacular, with wars and battles.

Live healthily and without disaster until old age.

The road ends in the distance.

A bald man in ragged clothes, about fifty or sixty years old, was leaning on a crutch, carrying a heavy bag, walking barefoot on the mud, sweat dripping from his face, and his lips were chapped from thirst.

The man had a determined look in his eyes, his feet were blistered and his head was dizzy with thirst, but he remained unmoved.

Looking at the fortress walls in the distance that looked like a city, the bald old man smiled and said:

"Huiji, I'm finally back."

I have been away from home for fifteen years, and I probably don’t recognize my relatives and friends anymore.

As we approached the entrance of the fortress, we saw that the gatekeepers had been replaced by a new group of people. It no longer looked the same as it did in the past and it seemed to have been expanded a lot.

"Please both of you inform them..." the bald old man stepped forward and said.

"Your Excellency, wait a moment."

The two men did not neglect the man because of his tattered clothes. One of them stayed to guard him while the other went back to report.

Liang Yue hurried out, and when he saw the bald old man, he recalled the past for a moment.

"Senior Jie Kong, you are finally back."

Jie Kong lived in seclusion in the West Mountain of Kuaiji. At that time, Liuzhuang was still very small, and Shi Quanzi, Bao Liang and others were still there.

Time passes leisurely in the mountains, and one is unaware of the vicissitudes of life.

In the blink of an eye, I have reached middle age and my old friends have gradually passed away. When I suddenly saw this old friend whom I hadn't seen for fifteen years, I was filled with emotion.

"Shanbo, you are the same as you were back then." Jie Kong was in a daze for a moment.

A single cry of Shanbo tells of all the vicissitudes of life.

The two of them entered Qingshan Garden together, and on the way they talked about what they had seen and heard over the past fifteen years.

Upon hearing of Shiquanzi's death, Jiekong was not surprised, as he simply died. "Back then, Langya King Sima Daozi summoned monks and Taoist masters to give lectures. I went there because of their reputation. As a result, I met masters from all over the country. With a yearning for Buddhism, I decided to travel around the world."

Jie Kong is the one who truly traveled all over the world. The farthest he had been was the desert, and the southernmost he had been to Lingnan to view the sea. He also went to India on the way to study Indian Buddhism.

"How about Indian Buddhism?" Liang Yue asked.

This Indian Buddhism may be a legacy of ancient Buddhism.

"Not as good as Central Plains."

Jiekong spent three years to gain a thorough understanding of the theory. He then debated with other monks under the Bodhi tree and won.

After fifteen years, Jie Kong returned to Kuaiji.

As the two were talking, the sound of a woman and a child playing came from the distance.

Following the sound, I saw that it was Zhu's mother teasing her grandson.

Jie Kong's eyes narrowed, and there was no longer sadness in them, but relief from the past.

Once upon a time, he was also a scholar at Taihu Academy and was a classmate of Zhu's mother who disguised herself as a man. The two fell in love with each other but were eventually separated by reality.

Now that he sees his beloved happy, Jie Kong feels nothing but joy.

Liang Yue said nothing and followed the old man's desolate figure away.

There is a sharp contrast between prosperity and desolation.

A sense of fate came over me. In some ways, I had successfully solved the problem.

Remote waterside pavilion.

Jie Kong took out a scribbled map.

"This is the map of Shenzhou."

Liang Yue picked it up and looked at it. The map was quite detailed, covering the Western Regions, the desert, India, and various famous mountains and rivers.

"This map is good. It will be useful when I travel around the world in the future." Liang Yue looked at Jie Kong and said, "Senior, do you want more?"

"No, I'm too old and can't walk anymore." Jie Kong said with a smile.

"Senior, you have seen the northern Hu people. Do you know how powerful they are?" Liang Yue asked.

"Very strong, the Hu people have high noses and deep eyes, they are different from the Han people, they practice strange killing internal skills, and they have brutal personalities..."

Jie Kong's impression of the Hu people was that they were barbaric. Some of the Hu people who had learned Han culture still did not change their barbaric and brutal nature.

"Different kinds?"

Liang Yue secretly kept this matter in mind.

The physiques of human beings are almost the same. It is impossible that only the Hu people are born with brute force. The only possibility is that there is something wrong with the way these people practice.

"Senior, you should stay in Qingshan Garden from now on."

"No need, I'll go back to my old place and live in seclusion, and come here occasionally in the future."

Jie Kong was not trying to avoid his old friends. After years of traveling, his appearance had changed greatly, and she could not recognize him even when he stood in front of Zhu's mother.

I just don't like the noise.

"also."

After that, Jiekong settled down in Kuaiji Mountain and occasionally came to Qingshan Garden to rest.

On this day, by the pool, Liang Jingming practiced martial arts in a serious manner.

"Like this...like this again..." Zhang Wenzhi corrected.

On the side, Jie Kong and Liang Yue talked about Buddhist martial arts.

"The Buddhist method is called Vajra Kung Fu. It is different from the Central Plains martial arts. Buddhist martial arts advocate meditation and hard practice. The "Chakra" is created through meditation... It is actually internal strength."

"Due to the lack of martial arts training, the fighting skills of Buddhist disciples lag behind those of the Central Plains."

Liang Yue listened to the content of the exercises and gradually became absorbed in it.

Vajra Gong is not indestructible, but it has a strong ability to withstand blows. Coupled with the firm willpower gained from hard training, being injured will not affect the combat effectiveness, giving the enemy a feeling of being indestructible and unbeatable.

"Meditation, will..."

"Martial arts, moving qi and blood..."

In short, Buddhism emphasizes willpower, and believes that by relying on willpower, fighting to the death and blocking the enemy's offensive, the enemy can be defeated.

There are many martial arts in the Central Plains, most of which are based on the premise of making it easier to kill people. Some focus on speed, some focus on strength, weapons, and even poison and hidden weapons.

Liang Yue gradually began to understand.

"Will, Qi and blood."

If we add the process of cultivating willpower to the Zhongyuan internal force, will it improve the quality of the internal force and form a big cycle?
When practicing sword, there is the sword intention; when practicing boxing, there is the boxing intention.

When will and qi and blood are united, a large circulation can be achieved, and then the internal force can be applied externally, and the research on Stealing Heaven Skill will also make progress.

Liang Yue came back to his senses and found his son listening intently.

It was the first time he discovered that his son was so interested in a martial art.

Could it be that you think this skill does not require exercise?
"Jingming is a very intelligent child." Jie Kong said with a smile, "Practice martial arts with me in the future."

"Okay." Liang Jingming said with a smile.

Liang Yue was afraid that his son would become a Buddhist, so he said, "Jingming, go to visit Brother Jingming more often in the future."

At this time, Buddhism is also in the category of metaphysics. It would be good to learn more about other thoughts and integrate all schools of thought.

The unity of the three religions must be the master.

This time, Jie Kong brought a lot of foreign classics, and Liang Yue placed them in the library.

After that, Liang Jingming followed Jie Kong to practice martial arts, and also followed his father's advice to go to Jingming Dao to watch alchemy and learn metaphysical thoughts.

Liang Yue picked up martial arts again, discussing swordsmanship with Xie Xuan, practicing external skills with Zhang Wenzhi, and asking Sima Daozi for advice on other weapons and free-hand fighting.

Like fishing, playing chess and playing the piano, it is a way to maintain health in old age.

Liu Yu's southern expedition brought frequent victories. The remaining troops of the Huan family were completely wiped out, Huan Xuan disappeared in a sea of fire, he attacked Sichuan and Shu, and conquered Lingnan...

The day the army returns is the day my daughter gets married.

(End of this chapter)