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

Chapter 133: Three Years of Eating Clouds, Zhenguan Cloud God

Tongtian Medical Clinic is filled with the aroma of medicine.

A child closed his eyes, kept talking nonsense, and turned a deaf ear to Liang Yue's words.

"Still pretending?"

Liang Yue bent his index finger and flicked it hard at Li Chengqian's head.

"Ouch!!"

Li Chengqian held his forehead and cried out in pain, looking at Liang Yue and angrily asked: "Why did you hit me?"

"Who hit you? This is to cure illnesses and save lives." Liang Yue asked Li Chengqian to sit on a chair while talking.

Li Chengqian said nothing, looking depressed. He sat there for a long time before he slowly said:
"I don't want to be a crown prince, nor do I want to be an emperor. It's too tiring."

Two years ago, the eight-year-old Li Chengqian was made the crown prince, and the emperor sent a group of famous teachers to teach him.

From then on, Li Chengqian's every word and action was watched, and anything he did wrong would be criticized.

The masters did not allow him to have any fun, and if he made any small mistake, he would be severely criticized and required to copy scriptures.

Li Chengqian was overwhelmed and had no choice but to pretend to be sick. The imperial doctors in the palace were helpless, so he turned to Liang Yue for help.

"If you don't want to be the crown prince, what do you want to do? How can the new king tolerate you in the future?"

"Then I'll run away." Li Chengqian said stubbornly.

"This whole world belongs to the king. Where are you running to? Who will run with you?"

"I rode my horse alone to the north, across the vast grasslands, and across the world there was plenty to explore."

"If you flee north, you may fall off your horse; if you flee south, you may drown in the river. If you are not respectable, others will help you to be respectable."

Liang Yue poured a basin of cold water on Li Chengqian without hesitation.

The atmosphere was silent. The child lowered his head and remained silent, gradually accepting his fate.

"You must become the emperor. This is the responsibility of the Li family, for the sake of the people of the world and the country."

Liang Yue walked to the medicine cabinet, grabbed a prescription for sour plum soup, and wrote down the doctor's instructions.

"Give."

Li Chengqian subconsciously took the medicine package and read the medical instructions on it.

Letter: The patient is restless, this is hysteria. The prescription is one dose every five days. Within one day of taking the medicine, avoid doing things that strain your mind. You should go outside to relax and calm your mind.

"Didn't you say I wasn't sick? Why am I still taking medicine?" Li Chengqian asked puzzled.

And this medicine is exactly what I want.

"Mental illness is also an illness. I'll give you this medicine to drink for fun. From now on, you can study with peace of mind and have fun when you need to."

"What if Father doesn't believe me?"

"I am the pharmacist of Chang'an. The emperor has to believe me."

Li Chengqian stood up, clasped his fists in thanks, and said, "Thank you, miraculous doctor!"

The child was so grateful that he didn't know how to express it in words.

Ever since he could remember, others had high expectations of him. He could not make mistakes, could not have fun, and could not eat too much. Due to so much pressure, he could not sleep at night at the age of nine.

Now that there is someone who understands him, Li Chengqian is extremely happy.

"Goodbye, miracle doctor."

"Go slowly, and remember to pay."

Liang Yue watched Li Chengqian leave.

This moment may change history.

This boy is the legitimate successor that Li Shimin and the ministers in the Lingyan Pavilion have high hopes for.

Others are Li Tai and Li Zhi, but this person is Cheng Qian, which shows how much Li Shimin loves him.

As soon as he could remember, he sought out famous teachers to teach him, such as Wei Zheng, Kong Yingda, Li Gang, etc.; it is estimated that when he grows up a little, he will become a military general like Li Jing, Qin Shubao, and Cheng Zhijie.

Some people say that Li Chengqian has a vicious personality, but this is actually a bit one-sided. He lost his mother at a young age, had a leg disability, and was in such a high-pressure learning environment, so he had some psychological problems.

I hope that the flapping of the butterfly's wings will make the Tang Dynasty even greater.

"The Li Zhi family should not get involved in politics."

This lineage is typical of those who are capable of governing a country and also capable of ruining a family.

It would be better to let the legitimate heir come to the stage and see. He did not trust Li Chengqian, but he believed in Li Shimin's vision.

Ding…….

The time clock beside me made a sound.

Liang Yue woke up from his thoughts.

"Well, it's time to close."

The door was closed, and Liang Yue went to the mansion empty-handed. Passing by the market, he bought some candied fruit, dried fish, roasted pig's trotters, and dried tofu, which the turtle liked to eat.

As for Li Chengqian's affairs, they were just casually handled. Liang Yue continued to adhere to the principle of not participating in the struggle for hegemony and did not accept any disciples.

This kid really won’t be able to compare with others in the future. It can only be said that he has no ability.

In the first life, he was a martial arts master and a relative of the emperor. Therefore, he had to participate in politics. Now he is just a small doctor in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Mansion.

The turtle was as big as a millstone. It lay by the pond like a huge rock. One could sense with divine sense that one could faintly feel the powerful inner force flowing within its flesh and blood.

Xuanwu has entered the innate realm.

Internal force can actually purify blood. Maybe in the near future, he will break through to the realm of demon beast.

Liang Yue threw the dried tofu and candied fruit over and said, "Eat something."

"Ouch!"

Xuanwu can already make simple calls.

Liang Yue returned to the secret room, sprinkled two soybeans, and his soul jumped out of his body and came to the world in the clouds.

In the world in the clouds, the He Shi Bi supplies true energy.

Liang Yue conjured up the corpse of the Cloud God, but it was actually just a piece of stone.

"Strange people, innate spirits..."

The Dharma Eye scanned the essence of this object and found that it should be a mica spirit, not a human body, similar to a ginseng doll, a mushroom man or a grass horse.

"Demon blood, maybe it's related to the Queen Mother of the West."

Liang Yue roughly understood the Queen Mother of the West's arrangement. She might want to take this opportunity to unify the world with her own Taoist school.

While thinking, he made a fire and made the elixir.

During the era of fierce conflict between the Chinese and the barbarians, he witnessed countless people whose families were destroyed by the barbarians. The understanding of the debate between the Chinese and the barbarians in his heart was much more profound than that of ordinary people.

Therefore, I don’t feel anything about destroying the alien layout.

Whether it is Fang Xiangshi or Yun Shen, they are nothing but demons, another form of barbarians. It is impossible for me to expect that I will preserve their bodies and allow them to love each other when their spiritual energy is revived in the future.

Civilization and barbarism are constantly entangled. Civilization always wants to assimilate barbarism, but in the end it is hurt by barbarism. Liang Yue has seen such things countless times.

As for Qin Shihuang, he was not a cultivator at all. He just wanted the Qin Dynasty to be passed down for hundreds of generations and hoped that future generations would resurrect him. Unfortunately, the Qin Dynasty perished in the second emperor. It was impossible to expect Liang Yue to resurrect him, as sleeping and resurrection are not the same thing.

Qin Shi Huang was abducted by Emperor Mu. He excavated Emperor Mu's tomb and obtained the golden jade burial suit.

I am also the calamity of Qin Shi Huang. Karma is cyclical, and I shall rest in peace.

If someone can dig him out in the future, he will admit it.

It is also the law of cause and effect.

Refining elixirs, the true fire of civil and martial arts.

There were bursts of strange fragrance wafting from the clouds, and when the soul smelled this fragrance, it felt as if it was floating in the air and was about to ascend to heaven.

Soon, three fresh mica gold crystal pills came out of the oven.

Take the elixir and the river cart will travel.

In the sea of consciousness, one visualizes a vast sea of clouds, with clouds in the sky gathering to provide space for the soul to inhale and exhale.

The medicinal power of the cloud gas resists the soul.

At night, the Night Wanderer appears and continues to inhale and exhale clouds.

He has a solemn face, black and white magic patterns, pure white mist under his feet, and his body is shrouded in a light mist, not like an ordinary person.

After a long time, the Night Wanderer opened his eyes.

"It's faster for the Night Wandering God to show up and practice at night."

Night is the time for the Night Wandering God to exert his power. If he wants to be visible during the day, he must break through to the Day Wandering God.

In the world of corpse reincarnation, night travel and day travel both belong to the realm of spiritual travel, perhaps it is the relationship between small success and great success.

"Perhaps a breakthrough can be achieved without dissecting the corpse."

The traditional way of corpse transformation is that one must transform into a corpse at a higher level, but not at a lower level.

"Let's try it first."

Take another pill.

When I woke up, it was already daytime.

Liang Yue emerged from the clouds, stepping on the soft clouds.

The golden crow rises, and the rosy clouds shine like a thread, illuminating the mountains and the earth.

The pure and gorgeous clothes are poetic and picturesque, which makes people intoxicated and mesmerized.

Liang Yue is high in the clouds, overlooking the world.

Chang'an City, the largest city in the world at that time, was only the size of a house and seemed like it could be broken by one hand.

The wind was so fierce that you could not take in anything, and the beautiful scenery all around was revealed.

He was high above, like a mythical immortal riding a dragon chariot.

"The dragon rides on the emperor's robes, soaring and flying around. The majestic spirit has descended, and the beast soars far into the clouds."

Liang Yue couldn't help but recite "Yun Zhongjun" by Qu Yuan of the ancient Chu State.

The gods and immortals in the mythology of Chu are always free and easy, traveling and enjoying themselves.

Today, I stepped into the sky and finally experienced the feeling of being a fairy in Chu.

"What a beautiful view." Liang Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

The future is long, and the elegance of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, such as Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Yuan, Yan Zhenqing, and Han Yu, have not yet appeared.

We should live this life in a carefree way.

After his soul descended into his body, Liang Yue put on a simple Taoist robe and went out.

"A panacea that helps all living beings."

Wandering around Chang'an City and even the suburbs.

At night, I practice alchemy and gather energy, and eat the clouds to cultivate.

Four days later.

The clinic is full of patients.

"Thank you, God!"

"The immortals are so kind and generous that I will never forget them at Baiyun Temple on Mount Huashan. If the immortals come to visit me someday, I will prepare a bed for you to receive me." said an elegant middle-aged man, who was a descendant of Kou Qianzhi.

"Okay, got it." Liang Yue nodded politely, without any intention of being a guest.

Over two hundred years, there are too many descendants.

It is said that there are Liang and Xie families in Kuaiji, and there are ministers and generals from the Liang branch in the court, and it is impossible to recognize them all.

No blood relationship can withstand the passage of two hundred years.

After closing the door, Liang Yue returned home.

"The Divine Doctor!"

Someone called me.

Liang Yue turned around and saw that it was a young man with rosy lips and white teeth. Behind the young man were two servants in casual clothes with bright eyes. They must have at least innate cultivation.

"Cheng Qian, what are you doing here?" Liang Yue looked down at the young master.

"I came to play with you. Where is your home? What's fun there?"

Li Chengqian is much more lively and cheerful than before.

"Nothing fun."

Liang Yue turned and left.

There was a huge flow of people passing through the bustling downtown.

Li Chengqian followed closely behind him.

Liang Yue stopped, glanced at Li Chengqian, and said, "Go play somewhere else, kid."

"Please call me Prince!"

"It was clearly the medicine you prescribed. Are you going to watch him die without helping?" Li Chengqian asked cunningly.

The two servants behind him felt helpless and could only look at Liang Yue with pleading eyes.

"No help!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Yue turned into a remote alley. When the group arrived, the figure had already disappeared, and only the conch from the south was left.

Li Chengqian had never seen such a thing before, and he couldn't put it down and played with it.

His eyes were bright, he looked up at the empty street and whispered:

"Thank you...miracle doctor."

The days in the Tang Dynasty were always so dull and fast.

It's nothing more than practicing medicine to cure diseases, or absorbing qi and eating clouds.

His cultivation improved day by day, and he hid himself from the world, like the cloud god of Zhenguan.

As spring goes and autumn comes, the earth is covered with silver.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhenguan five years.

(End of this chapter)