The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 230 Heavenly Book, Building

Zhao Ti sat at the head of the hall, while Azhu Lanjian and others stood behind him, watching the light shining in front of them.

The sound of chanting scriptures mixed with continuous music. In front of the temple, the Taoist priests of Shenxiao Temple stepped on the Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams Steps, holding tokens, flags, bells, rulers, water pots, etc., all of which were different instruments, and walked around quickly.

Lin Lingsu stood among the Taoists, holding a magic sword in his right hand and a yellow paper talisman in his left hand, muttering something. Suddenly, he raised his hand and a sound like thunder came from his palm, and he slapped the talisman onto the Taoist bell, which immediately made a roaring sound.

Zhao Ti couldn't help but narrow his eyes when he saw this. Lin Lingsu's internal strength was quite good. He could even use the Air-Splitting Palm Technique, and his palm technique could even make thundering sounds.

The abbots and deputy abbots of the various Taoist temples in Gyeonggi Province who were watching the ceremony in the hall all changed color, regardless of whether they had martial arts skills or not.

Those who knew some martial arts were shocked when they realized that this was the legendary Air-Splitting Palm. They didn't expect that Lin Lingsu was actually an unparalleled master.

Those who don't know martial arts and are devoted to studying Taoism and scriptures were surprised to see Lin Lingsu's movements in the air and the use of talismans, and suddenly thunder was heard and a bell roared. They thought to themselves that the Shenxiao Sect preached thunder magic, so could it be that they could really release external thunder?
At this time, talismans kept appearing in Lin Lingsu's hands, and they were all thrown towards the Taoist bell. The sound of the bell was incessant, one louder than the other, and it had already been heard outside the temple and onto the street, making passers-by stop in wonder.

Zhao Ti smiled slightly. It was a good idea. In this way, within three days, the news that the master of Shenxiao Temple released thunder talismans to strike the big bell would spread throughout Tokyo City, and people would believe it to be true and think that he really had magical powers.

After Lin Lingsu had hit out the number of Tiangang and Disha, he slowly withdrew his hands. His face was a little pale. It was obvious that hitting 108 air-splitting palms in a row was really a big consumption.

At this moment, Zhao Ji was beside him, very excited, and whispered: "My dear, what do you think of Master Lin's skills? Is this thunder magic performed well?"

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "It's barely possible, but I also know this kind of thunder technique."

"Ah?" Zhao Ji rolled his eyes and said, "Myna is trying to deceive me again. When has Myna ever practiced Taoism?"

Zhao Ti said, "I have been taught by gods since I was young. That winter, there was a heavy snow in the capital. I took the guards out of the palace to stroll around the Zhou Bridge. I met an old man who was starving and cold and dying. I bought him clothes to warm his body and food to fill his stomach. Who knew he was actually the Great Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole who came down to earth. He said that I had a unique bone structure and was a rare Taoist genius. He taught me a heavenly book to practice."

Zhao Ji was stunned when he heard this: "My dear, where is the book?"

Zhao Ti said, "A heavenly book? Since it is a heavenly book, the words will disappear after you read it, and the book will burn up and return to heaven."

Zhao Ji hurriedly said: "Myna, can you teach me the contents of the heavenly book? I, I am willing to pay for it..."

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "Eleventh brother, you also know that it is a heavenly book. The book is only in the heart, but it cannot be spoken out, nor can it be written down, and it cannot be passed on to outsiders. Otherwise, do you think that the Great Emperor's means can't even do such a small thing?"

Zhao Ji scratched his head and said after a few breaths, "You really can't say a single word?"

Zhao Ti sighed and said, "Only the opening poem of the Heavenly Book can be said, but it has nothing to do with cultivation."

Zhao Ji was immediately delighted and said, "Myna, it would be good if you could tell me about the poem. Maybe I can understand something from it."

Zhao Ti frowned and said, "Eleventh brother, the truth is not easily passed on, and the law is not easily spoken. Even if it is just a poem, if you speak it out easily, I am afraid that the Great Emperor will blame you after knowing it."

Zhao Ji blinked his eyes and said, "Myna... I have a house in the outer city. Although it's not big, it's suitable for you to take a rest after playing. I'll ask Li Yan to send the house deed to you later?"

Zhao Ti laughed and said, "How can this be good? It's just a poem. Although it is a poem from the Book of Heaven, it is not acceptable for things like underground houses."

Zhao Ji said anxiously: "My dear brother, the house is really not big, just a courtyard. Please accept it quickly and tell me the poem." Zhao Ti thought for a moment and said: "It would be disrespectful for me to refuse it."

Zhao Ji nodded: "My dear, I am already impatient. Oh, my dear, please don't speak too loudly, or others may hear you."

Zhao Ti said: "I will only say it once, you remember it, the mysterious law of heaven and earth governs the universe, the mountains and rivers shine in our sect, we use our skills to transform the real and the fake, and spread the Dao to all things forever."

"The mysterious laws of heaven and earth govern the universe, the mountains and rivers shine in my school, the magic is used to transform the real and the fake, the way of all things lasts forever." Zhao Ji murmured to himself: "It is indeed a poem from the Book of Heaven. Although it has no rules or rhythm, it has a profound artistic conception and makes people think about it..."

Zhao Ti smiled and said nothing more, but continued to watch the Taoists in front of him performing rituals to illuminate the sky.

After more than two hours, the ceremony ended and Shenxiao Temple prepared a banquet to entertain guests from various Taoist temples.

The rules of the Shenxiao Dao sect belong to Zhengyi. Meat and fish are allowed in the diet, but vegetarianism is required during fasting periods or rituals. Today, when the sect is opened to perform the ritual of initiating the saint, naturally, alcohol and meat cannot be consumed.

Zhao Ti did not leave immediately. He finished his vegetarian meal in the temple before leading everyone to leave Shenxiao Temple and return to his mansion.

In the inner city of Tokyo, in front of the Gaoyang store, which ranked third among the seventy-two stores, Murong Longcheng was unable to move.

At this moment, the aroma of wine and food in the building kept coming out of the doors and windows, overflowing onto the street, making people's mouths water.

Murong Longcheng stretched out his hand with difficulty and touched his chest, but it was empty. He did not bring a single copper coin with him when he left Chanhe Village. He hunted birds and beasts and ate wild fruits to fill his stomach on the way from Jiangning to Kaifeng.

He retracted his arm and couldn't help but sigh. He could not do what Zhao Da did, who was penniless and yet could eat melons calmly. He shook his head and slowly walked forward.

The current Kaifeng gave him a very unfamiliar feeling. Unlike the mountains and rivers outside which were both familiar and unfamiliar, there were very few familiar things here. Except for the Bian River, Cai River and Jinshui River, he could no longer see any of the old scenery.

Everywhere is prosperous, dozens or hundreds of times better than it was back then, and the population is so large that it is simply incomparable to more than a hundred years ago.

He seemed to be a superfluous person here, in this world, a person who should not exist but was still alive, extremely awkward.

The aura of death and life in Murong Longcheng's body was constantly intertwining and flickering. Half of his face looked ashen, while the other half seemed full of vitality.

He walked forward slowly. Before his eyes was a prosperous and flourishing world. He had never seen it before. It only existed in his dreams. Restoring the Great Yan was ultimately just a dream.

A beautiful dream is not as good as the scenery at this moment, with blue sky and white clouds, breeze and warm sun, and flowers blooming and falling for a hundred years, just like the hustle and bustle of the world.

Storms, waves, hell, heaven, I still have the brilliant face of the past, I will move forward and never look back, after more than a hundred years of vicissitudes, I am still the same...

The aura around Murong Longcheng changed drastically. His temperament became so rich that it almost took shape. A gleam of brilliance was faintly hidden inside, and a divine light was shining brightly outside. He seemed to have been reborn.

At this moment, the true energy in his body rushed to the third floor of the twelve-story building, the Qinglong Knot.

(End of this chapter)