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

Chapter 136: Jiangzuo Immortal Traces, Old Friend Yitian
A leaf floats between heaven and earth, unaware that there are immortals outside the world.

Yuan Tiangang stood in the city. The hustle and bustle of the world had nothing to do with him. He felt a sense of mystery in his consciousness.

He practiced magical skills based on his thoughts, and used his will to sense the mysteries of heaven and earth.

He could sense the celestial phenomena with his thoughts and the Imperial Astronomical Observatory could predict things like wind, rain and earthquakes, all of which were under his control.

Thoughts can even predict the enemy.

The reason why Yuan Tiangang was walking on the streets was that he planned to rely on the mysterious sense of the avenue to detect the followers of the Demon Cult.

Ordinary people in the perception are like dust, everywhere and posing no threat; martial arts masters are like fire, some are as small as flames, and some explode like volcanoes.

The Demon Cult's whereabouts are secretive and they have a special method of breathing, but they still cannot hide from one's senses.

As long as you get closer, you can feel the thorn in your back.

But the feeling just now was different.

This feeling does not belong to any one type of person, it is like the white clouds in the sky, the fresh breeze on earth, and the midday sun.

It is everywhere and yet it blends into the heaven and earth.

"Maybe it's an illusion."

Yuan Tiangang observed the crowd for a moment, then shook his head helplessly, turned and left.

There are no immortals in the world, and the Dharma will end in the end.

It is a torture for talented and sober people.

He had long lost his spirit and abandoned the traditions of the Xiaoyao Sect.

For Yuan Tiangang, the ancients are respectable but not imitable.

Today's talents are the inheritors of the Taoist tradition. They should put aside the teachings of their ancestors, obtain the rare treasures of the ancients, and innovate martial arts.

Yuan Tiangang blended into the crowd and continued his journey to find immortals.

Liang Yue traveled around without rushing or slowing down.

Kuaiji, Qiantang, Shangyu, and even Jiankang.

The elegance of Jiangzuo and the style of the Southern Dynasties.

"The culture and elegance of the south and the military prowess of the north are combined into one in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty."

Liang Yue thought.

The Tang Dynasty inherited the institutional framework of the northern kingdom and filled it with flesh and blood using Han Chinese clothing.

At this time, the country had just been established and many things needed to be rebuilt.

More poets, painters, and essayists will emerge in the future, which is why Liang Yue is full of expectations for the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Isn’t it wonderful for the immortals to transcend the world and experience history?

Qiantang River.

The Sun family, which once had many palaces and temples, has now become desolate.

There is only one palace here.

The incense is very popular and there are many believers.

The gate tower is majestic, with inscriptions by famous people, which read: Five Immortals Temple. They respectively enshrine Sun Song, Sun En, Sun Tai, Sun Yue and Sun Heng.

The stele forest not far away has inscriptions by literati of past dynasties.

There were also groups of literati gathered together, and the temple priests from the palaces and temples hurriedly sent their calligraphy.

People gathered in groups of three or four to watch, and Liang Yue also joined in the fun.

"The real person returns to the fairyland, the flowers by the vast river, I don't know where the guest is, send me back to Qinghua!"

"Good, good poem!"

"The true immortal will appear and will surely bless you."

The scholar stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the majestic statue in the temple, shook his head and sighed, saying:
"I only regret that I am not from the Jin Dynasty, and I have not been able to see the immortals ascend to heaven."

"Yes, but I just want to express my feelings in Qingshan Garden, live in seclusion with Shanbo, and write poems with the spirit."

Upon hearing this, Liang Yue glanced at the ugly dandy young man. He would definitely not have invited such a person back then.

Judging from their clothes, these literati should be the sons of high-ranking officials and nobles. Some of them could not even write properly, but they were still able to cause applause.

In the crowd, a young girl, with sparkling eyes and a face full of longing, said:
"The two Jin dynasties, the north and south, were full of elegance and beauty."

Liang Yue smiled bitterly and turned to leave.

I don't want to go through the high-pressure and restrictive environment I experienced when I was young again.

……

As night falls, everything is silent.

Dongshan in Kuaiji is where Xie Anshi made a comeback and is also where he was finally buried.

At this time, the tomb was dug up, revealing pale bones and scattered burial objects.

More than ten people gathered around the tomb, looking rather disappointed.

"There are no clues to the ancient treasures in Xie Anshi's tomb." The subordinate came to the purple-clothed man and reported. The man looked about fifty years old, with slender hands and feet, a cold face, and a pair of deep and unfathomable eyes.

"Bury it back."

Yu Wenzhi waved his hands, showing no interest.

Perhaps I can sneak into the Liang family’s back mountain and find out what’s going on.

But you must be careful.

The Liang family has at least two innate masters in charge, and there may be spies from the Li family on the periphery ready to lure the enemy out of its hole.

He was not afraid of ordinary innates. After all, he was a perfect innate thirty-three-zhang cultivator. He was just afraid that Yuan Tiangang, this dog-skin plaster, would stick to him.

Therefore, we must find the right time and act with lightning speed to find out the historical truth.

The people of Youdu do not consider themselves bad people; on the contrary, they label themselves as historians, responsible for finding out the truth of history.

The nobles of the Wei and Jin dynasties hid all the good things in the family treasury, which was an unjust act.

Everyone went home.

At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and strong winds blew through the mountains and forests, blowing up fallen leaves.

"What kind of terrible weather is this?" Yu Wenzhi looked at the sky with dissatisfaction.

Wow!
At this time, bright red flames fell from the sky.

The fire lit up the mountains and forests red.

"God's punishment?" Yu Wenzhi's mouth curled up into a cruel smile, "I just don't believe it!"

Wow!
Veins appeared on his face, his palms were facing the sky, and his green internal energy poured out madly.

The surrounding temperature drops, and the cold air gathers into fog. The fog contains ice crystals, which solidify into an ice shield.

Boom boom boom...

The flames hit the ice shield with a deafening sound.

Yu Wenzhi seemed confident at first, but his calm expression turned into surprise.

boom!
The ice shield was broken, Yu Wenzhi turned into a shadow and kept his distance, while the rest of his men were burned to death by the flames.

Above the clouds, Liang Yue was also a little surprised.

"not bad."

"Who are you, monster? Show yourself now!"

Yu Wenzhi felt a little unsure. What kind of martial arts was this?
Wow!
As soon as he finished speaking, countless flames fell again.

Yu Wenzhi used the innate master's sudden inspiration to narrowly avoid the flames.

Finally, he locked onto his target in the sky.

"The immortals are asking for a trick? Climbing the ladder?"

Yu Wenzhi understood clearly that this kind of magicians were experts in magic tricks and illusions and lacked the ability in close combat. Once their true identities were discovered, they would be dead soon.

These flames must be some kind of kerosene, and they look like fire from heaven.

It's okay to deceive ordinary people, but not yourself.

Wow!
Yu Wenzhi stepped on the ground with both feet.

boom!
The ground shattered, and his figure soared fifteen feet into the air like a giant bird.

Walking with the clouds, he secretly held the icy poison needle in his hands.

The moment he saw the man in the clouds, Yu Wenzhi's eyes widened with anger, his heart was terrified, and the composure of a master was gone.

This person is not flying with the help of some special rope or ladder, but is floating in the air.

His body is transparent and looks like a ghost. The three eyes between his eyebrows are shining brightly with golden light, as if he is planning some special trick.

This is not a warrior, it's clearly a ghost! !

The sudden sensation became more and more terrifying, as if I was only one step away from death.

Yu Wenzhi hurriedly shouted: "Don't kill me, I am Yu Wenzhi, and I have many secrets!"

The golden light faded, and was replaced by a sharp flying sword.

Whoosh! !

The sword flashed and shuttled, cutting off Yu Wenzhi's limbs.

The white clouds held up Yu Wenzhi, and he disappeared as if he was swallowed by a giant beast in the clouds.

On the mountainside, Yuan Tiangang, who had just tracked down the traces of the Demon Cult, arrived late.

I saw a flash of sword light in the void.

The flying sword was like a real dragon in the sky, sinking into the clouds.

A flying sword with a green handle, cloud patterns on the sword body, and a sharp green blade.

"Eternal Sword?"

(End of this chapter)