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

Chapter 98: Liang Zhu's Ending, Flowers Fall and Separate Heaven
Wow!
In an instant, Zhu Yingtai seemed to see the infinitely wonderful world described by Liang Yue.

Birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and butterflies are dancing.

Everything is beautiful and perfect, all lies here.

Among the crowd were my parents, grandparents, and many people I would never see again.

Liang Yue stood in front of the crowd, looking at him with a smile. The two of them looked like they were young again, as if they were meeting for the first time.

"Brother Yingtai."

"Brother Shan Bo."

"This is our first meeting, please take care of me."

Wow!
A hundred years later, Zhu Yingtai lay in Liang Yue's arms, opened her eyes weakly, and her breath was barely moving. Her life had come to an end.

She felt so sleepy that she could hardly open her eyes. She said:

"Shanbo, the world after death is indeed colorful... Shanbo, I should be dying..."

As her life was coming to an end, Zhu Yingtai felt sad for her lover.

Throughout the long river of history, we have seen our loved ones leave one after another, and we have to endure many years of loneliness.

Liang Yue's face was gentle, and he smiled and said, "No, you can still live a hundred years."

"I'm sleepy……"

"Go to sleep, you will wake up soon."

After saying this, Zhu Yingtai loosened her hands and closed her eyes forever.

Looking at his wife's calm face, Liang Yue looked up at the sky, not knowing what to say.

With a photographic memory, I recall every detail of the past: our first meeting in the academy, our wedding day, the birth of our son, and the carefree days of traveling around the world.

The past cannot be retrieved, and the long river of history can never be returned.

I don’t know what kind of power is needed to reverse yin and yang and go back to the past.

"We will meet again...when I achieve perfection."

When his children and grandchildren arrived late, Liang Yue put a mask on Zhu Yingtai. He did not want people to see his wife's mysterious appearance, so as to prevent future generations from disturbing Yingtai's eternal peace.

"Mom...what's wrong?"

Liang Jingming's voice trembled, as if he realized something.

"Yingtai is gone."

All the descendants were crying, and Liang Yue just felt the noise, as if everything had become boring.

Xie Lingyun rushed over and burst into tears when he saw this scene. He grew up with Yi Fu and Jing Ming and they had played together in Wutong Garden many times. Zhu Yingtai was like his mother.

Now that person has passed away, Liang Yue is the only relative left.

Liang Yue seems to be ill these days.

He gathered up all his belongings and put them into the Mountain Ghost Jade Pendant.

The next day, the daughter came riding in a hurry, looking dusty and in a hurry.

"Dad! Mom is gone...?"

Liang Heyun was almost an old lady now. When she heard Liang Yue's affirmative answer, she was suddenly overwhelmed with grief and burst into tears.

Liuzhuang was a paradise in the turbulent times of those days, and it has become a fond memory for countless people.

The funeral was going on and people from all parties came.

Liang Yue looked at the many familiar or unfamiliar faces, with mixed feelings in his heart.

It’s finally not my time anymore.

All the old friends are gone, this is the time for others.

On this day, the rain continued and the willows were swaying.

Zhu Yingtai was buried in Wutong Garden.

The leaves of the paulownia tree have fallen, and the beauty is gone.

At this point, Wutong Garden was completely sealed and visitors were prohibited from visiting.

Liang Yue looked at his children and said, "Go back. Ask Hongwen to come over."

"it is good……"

The two called Li Hongwen.

Li Hongwen is twenty-one years old this year. He is a handsome man and is currently a top-notch master.

"Master, I am in mourning!"

Li Hongwen doesn't want to think about the death of his mistress, and still feels empty.

"Jingming is not young anymore, and he has a big family to take care of. From now on, you will be the leader of Changle Sect and guard this place."

The first leader of the Changle Sect, Tan Daoji, was devoted to building a career. The second leader, Liang Heyun, was more focused on career and love. The third leader, Liang Jingming, was more honest and simple, but had too many family matters.

Liang Yue actually thinks highly of Li Hongwen. Although this boy is young, he has the righteousness and loyalty of Zhang Wenzhi, who kept his promise for a lifetime.

Li Hongwen knelt down and listened to the order.

"Master, rest assured. I will defend this place, unless the enemy steps over my dead body."

It's late at night and the stars are arrayed.

Liang Yue was lying alone by the lake.

The bright moon is still the same bright moon, but the old friend is no longer the same old friend.

Everything is desolate and the autumn wind is bleak.

Liang Yue is seventy-nine years old this year, and his jade silkworm is almost complete. Next year, he will be able to start his formal corpse transformation.

At this age, there are very few old friends.

Wow!
A breeze blows, and the leaves of the paulownia tree fall.

A leaf covered Liang Yue's face.

Looking at the lush sycamore trees and loquat trees in the courtyard, they were all planted by Zhu Yingtai when she first got married, and now they are growing tall and majestic.

Seeing this, Liang Yue's eyes turned red.

"Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be blue every night because of the blue sea and blue sky."

The journey of longevity is full of hardships, tears and sweat.

For the first time, Liang Yue felt the heaviness of the word "immortality".

In myths and legends, gods are so free and their magic is so mysterious.

Little do people know how difficult the road to becoming an immortal is, how tormenting it is to go through prosperity and then end. I don’t know how many tribulations one must go through before one can find a path to great perfection.

As the sky gradually brightened, Liang Yue stood up.

He wrote down his last words for future generations and ordered Xuanwu, Jinwu and Xiaotian to wait outside the city.

Afterwards, he burrowed into the tomb, covered Zhu Yingtai with a jade cloak made of gold and thread that would never decay, and placed the entire coffin into the mountain ghost jade pendant.

In the morning, the children woke up.

"Master, the old master stayed in Wutong Garden for one night." The servant said to Jingming.

Liang Jingming and Liang Heyun, brother and sister, looked at each other.

Did your father not sleep all night?
The two men were worried about their father's health and rushed over.

The corridor, which usually seems very short, now seems extremely long.

"What's wrong?" Xie Lingyun asked hurriedly.

The two of them talked briefly, and Xie Lingyun and others followed.

A large crowd of people came to Wutong Garden and were immediately shocked by the scene before them.

I saw the clear water in the pond, mandarin ducks playing in the water, and sycamore leaves floating like duckweed.

By the lake, a lonely grave stands, desolate and lonely.

Two butterflies transformed from light appeared on the grave, circling each other, entwining each other, flying high into the sky, and scattering into crystal clear skies.

Gorgeous, dreamy, poignant... I don't know if it is a dream or an illusion.

It is just like what Wang Ningzhi said: Green mountains accompany each other, like a fairy couple.

"Father...Mother..."

Xie Lingyun's eyes were filled with tears without him realizing it.

The leader of the Xiaoyao sect is not free and easy, and the historian is not aloof and unrestrained person.

It is the loss that comes from seeing the joys and sorrows of separation and reunion.

Late at night, the dim oil lamp emitted sparks from time to time.

Xie Lingyun writing at his desk.

After finishing one volume, my temples were already covered with white snow.

He closed the book and wrote two big words: Liang Zhu.

If you teach that there is no hatred in your eyes, you don't believe that there is a white head in the world.

Since then, the legend of Liang Zhu turning into butterflies has spread among the people, passed down from generation to generation, and performed by generation after generation.

It is difficult to tell whether the legend is true or false, only the love is real.

Liang Yue is not really dead. He still has one year left before he can undergo corpse transformation and be reborn after death.

This year is used for decoration.

As for Yingtai, she was placed in the Yin-Yang Stone Cave to prevent future generations from disturbing her.

Liang Yue walked and stopped along the way.

He walked slowly and his steps were hesitant.

This is the last section of the journey in the first life.

Liang Yue didn't know what the next life would be like, or whether it would still be him.

Soon, they arrived at the foot of Mount Li and entered Gong Zheng’s tomb.

At the end of the road, there stands a strange stone.

For the next sixty years, the only companion is the lonely stone city.

The beauty is sleeping in the coffin here, waiting to be reunited again when her practice is complete in the future.

Liang Yue's face was old, his eyes were cloudy, and his body was showing signs of death. He was no longer as vigorous as he used to be.

“Time is the most powerful weapon. No one can be strong forever. I wish that in my future life, I can be far away from pain and noise, live forever, and stay young forever.”

Liang Yuean presented the King of Qin with a bone-viewing mirror.

Just as he was about to enter, he suddenly stopped, took out a wolf-hair brush, and wrote three large characters on the edge of the stone.

"The Heaven of Separation and Regret"

A paradise far away from sorrow and sadness.

The sea of suffering is endless, and the flowers wither in the sky of separation and hatred.

This life has come to an end.

……

The news of the death of Liang Yue, Duke of Changle, spread far and wide. For a time, the government and the public were shocked. The last of the three people who founded the business had finally passed away.

The news spread to the Lingbao Sect and the Jingming Sect.

That night, Master Xu and Master Ge could not sleep for a long time.

"The heart of seeking the truth will never regret even if I die nine times. Master Liang, I did it." Xu Jingming sighed to the sky.

Ge Xuanpu had been practicing alchemy for the entire night and was at a loss for words.

In the army, Tan Daoji and his wife Liu Jue set up an altar to offer sacrifices and cried bitterly.

Xu Xianzhi, Xie Hui, Xiao Ming, Bao Qizhi, and Xiao Zezhi were all distressed for a long time.

Northern Wei Dynasty, in the palace.

Zong Ai has now become the emperor's right-hand man, often sorting memorials for the emperor, making suggestions, handling state affairs, and arranging entertainment for him.

Most of the intelligence from the Southern Dynasty came from Zong Ai, who then put the blame on other Xianbei generals, causing internal strife and infighting among the Xianbei.

When Zong Ai opened the memorial and saw its contents, he was struck by lightning and could not speak for a long time.

"Master, have a safe journey..."

……

"Is the era over?"

In Luoyang, Liu Yifeng held the memorial in his hands, muttering to himself, feeling lost.

"Teacher, I'm sorry I can't see you."

Three years after the capital was moved, the resistance was far greater than expected, and Liu Yifeng was already exhausted from trying to unify all parties.

The southern part of Jizhou and Bingzhou were not under the actual control of the Southern Dynasty. They would take at least twenty years of governance before they could be incorporated into the mainland.

There are still many things to deal with in the old capital, and they are complicated and difficult to figure out.

Some things cannot be achieved at the same time, and some must be given up.

Under the night light, Liu Yifeng continued to read memorials.

The story of transforming into a butterfly is too ethereal. When the master defeated the Taiping Dao, he acquired many magic tricks, and Liu Yifeng also learned a lot of them when he was a child.

The reason for this is probably that the master does not want future generations to be too sad.

Finally, here are the Master’s last words to everyone.

All that was left for Liu Yifeng was a short sentence.

"Zhuge was always cautious throughout his life."

Seeing the warnings left by his teacher, Liu Yifeng could no longer hold back and burst into tears, as if the ancestors' teachings were still before his eyes.

The nineteenth year of Yuanjia.

Liang Yue, one of the founding heroes, died at the age of seventy-nine.

Liang Yue, courtesy name Shanbo, was from Shanyin, Kuaiji. He was very smart when he was young and studied in Taihu Lake. Yue was handsome and elegant. When he was young, he became a brother to Taizu. Taizu regarded him as his right-hand man and often said: Yue is a talent who can save the world and bring peace to the country... Yue was indifferent and lived in seclusion in the mountains. People at that time admired him and called him: Prime Minister in the mountains.

In the 19th year of Yuanjia, he died. The emperor was deeply saddened and gave him the posthumous title of Wencheng. He was given the title of Taifu and was allowed to be worshipped in the Taimiao.

Tuoba Tao of the Northern Wei Dynasty said: The foundation of the southern country depends on it.

The whole world believed that Liang Yue was dead, and that was the final word in this life.

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(End of this chapter)