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

Chapter 138: Emperor Gaozu wishes for immortality and is the Supreme Immortal.

While appreciating paintings in the Daming Palace, Liang Yue suddenly raised an objection.

The monk was refuted in public, looking embarrassed, and said unhappily: "How can you be sure? You were from the Eastern Jin Dynasty? Were you also at the banquet back then?"

"From the historical background, Liang Yue was born in a poor family and was not granted the title of Marquis of Changle. It was impossible for him to sit beside the King of Langya, let alone wear a sword. Only Xie Xuan met this characteristic. At that time, Xie Xuan had just won the Battle of Feishui and had a high status, so he was awarded the honor."

Liang Yue is indeed from the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

Of course, such words must not be said out loud.

When everyone thought about it carefully, they realized it was true and they all praised Liang Yue for his extensive knowledge.

"Yes, that's the truth." Li Shimin nodded, agreeing with Liang Yue's statement.

"you……"

The monk opened his mouth but could not utter a word. Knowing that he had made a fool of himself, he dared not say anything else and could only retreat in dismay.

"What is your identity, fellow Taoist? Why do you know all this?" Li Chunfeng looked at Liang Yue with some suspicion. Could this guy be a descendant of the Liang family?
"To be honest, my surname is Tao, and my ancestor is Mr. Wuliu Tao Yuanming. My family was scattered due to war, and I drifted to Dongyang when I was young and was adopted by an unknown Taoist priest."

Liang Yue made up his own story.

He had asked his agents to disguise part of his origin, so he was not afraid of being exposed. Except for Li Chengqian and his brothers, almost all the people present were from the pre-Tang Dynasty.

Liang Yue came from the Southern Dynasty, and his background is even more difficult to understand.

"I see." Li Chunfeng nodded in understanding, and then whispered, "I happen to be free these days, how about we go to Mochoufang to fight cocks together?"

"can."

Li Chunfeng loved gambling all his life, especially cockfighting and dog fighting. He also opened a cockfighting parlor in the official residence of the bad commander and played with his colleagues all day long.

Tongtian was the best chicken-raising person he had ever seen. Whenever Li Chunfeng had free time, he would encourage Tongtian to catch chickens and fight dogs together.

"Is your East Sea Emperor still there?"

Li Chunfeng suddenly thought of the invincible rooster.

"I ate early."

"Pity."

On the other side, Emperor Retired Li Yuan raised his glass to celebrate again, and everyone followed suit.

At the banquet, scholars composed poems and monks and Taoists painted pictures.

"Does Master Tongtian have any good works?" Someone looked at Liang Yue.

Everyone looked at Liang Yue.

"I'm sorry to show my poor performance." Liang Yue went with the flow and left his footprints in the early Tang Dynasty.

"Silver candles point to the sky, purple streets stretch long, the Forbidden City is covered with spring colors at dawn. Thousands of willows hang down from the green locks, hundreds of warblers sing around Jianzhang...."

This poem praises the Daming Palace.

The two emperors were quite satisfied.

Li Shimin stroked his beard, looked at the prince next to him, and remembered what the prince had said before, so he said:
"Cheng Qian said that you are well-educated. How about I appoint you as the Crown Prince's Guardian and send you to the Crown Prince's Mansion to teach the Crown Prince?"

Li Chengqian looked at Liang Yue with an expectant look, as if asking Liang Yue to agree quickly.

Liang Yue stood up and said, "I am devoted to cultivating the Dao, not interested in fame or gain. Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

Li Chengqian looked disappointed, but he didn't say anything in front of everyone.

Li Shimin did not force him, but encouraged him and then turned to entertain other people.

After the banquet, everyone dispersed.

Liang Yue and Li Chunfeng went to the cockfighting arena.

Inside the Wude Hall, the servants left.

Li Yuan covered his forehead with his hands, sweating profusely and unable to stand up.

Li Shimin patted his father on the back and said, "Father, I will call Sun Simiao and Tongtian here right away."

Li Yuan felt pain for a long time, waved his hands and said:
"No need. This is a blood disease and there is no cure. This is the curse of the Li family."

"Is there really no cure in the world?"

"Have."

"Who?" Li Shimin stepped forward to support his father. "Even if he is at the end of the world, I will definitely find him."

The hall was dark, with candlelight dimly burning. The young emperor was full of confidence, as if he could pluck all the stars.

Li Yuan shook his head helplessly and said, "You can't find the person who can solve the blood curse. The only one who can solve the blood curse is Lingbao Patriarch."

"Besides, the blood curse has been lifted. Without the blessing of blood, our Li family has become an ordinary family, without top talents. There is gain and loss, and I have no regrets."

Lee's warriors are invincible in their realm, but the price of awakening is a serious illness or a stroke in old age.

Li Yuan knew that the Li family would prosper because of this, so he was not too concerned about lifting the blood curse.

"Lingbao Patriarch..."

Li Shimin lost his mind for a moment. Even the emperor who unified the world could not find a person who disappeared in history.

Perhaps this is Li's fate.

At this time, the attendant came to report.

"Your Majesty, Taoist Yuan requests an audience."

"You want to see me now? Let him in quickly."

Yuan Tiangang is not someone who would ask for a meeting regardless of the occasion. He must have an extremely urgent matter to come here.

Soon, a white-haired Taoist came in quickly. "Greetings to the Supreme Emperor, His Majesty the Emperor." Yuan Tiangang bowed slightly.

"Brother Yuan, there's no need to be so polite." Li Yuan said with a smile, "Come, have a drink."

The two have known each other since childhood, so there is no need for so much formalities.

Yuan Tiangang looked solemn and said, "I have an important matter to report."

"What's the matter?"

"The Lingbao Patriarch may have appeared."

Li Yuan spat out the wine before he could even finish it.

"Brother Yuan, tell me again, who is back?"

"Lingbao Patriarch."

Yuan Tiangang briefly explained what had happened.

The sword of the founder of Lingbao is its signature symbol. The sword can also kill powerful enemies by flying in the air. Yuan Tiangang is about 80% sure that it is the founder of Lingbao.

Twenty percent of it was done by Liang's descendants, and perhaps there really are secrets that we don't know about.

"Is the ancestor really alive? Why doesn't he come to see us? I have been wearing the Li family's token all the time."

Li Yuan took out the other half of the Tai Chi token from his bosom and said, "Since the ancestors did not come to see us, could it be that we are not sincere?"

When people get old and are plagued by diseases, what they fear most is death.

Li Yuan did not dare to imagine the scene after death. Perhaps the Lingbao Patriarch could come down to earth to lead his descendants towards immortality.

Compared to his excited father, Li Shimin was worried in his heart.

If the Lingbao Patriarch returns, what should be done with the Tang Dynasty?

When the founder came out of seclusion and helped Yi Fu to ascend the throne, later generations were very excited when they heard about it. However, in the eyes of the emperor, these powerful ministers like Huo Guang and Yi Yin were enough to shake the imperial power, and conflicts with the imperial power were inevitable in the future.

The Tang Dynasty already has a retired emperor. Does that mean there needs to be another retired immortal?
Li Shimin didn't know what to do for a moment. He looked at Yuan Tiangang and said:

"Perhaps your deduction is wrong. Since the Grandmaster has appeared, why don't you come and see him?"

"I don't know."

"My son, you build a Chengxian Palace to prove our sincerity to our ancestors." Li Yuan said.

"No, it will cost a lot of money and manpower. How will people in the world view me?"

"It may not be the ancestor coming, maybe it is the Liang family overseas."

Yuan Tiangang tried to smooth things over and expressed another opinion.

Let's put this matter aside for now.

Everyone is doing as usual.

A shadow shrouded everyone's heart, a shadow from the long years.

Perhaps the Tang Dynasty will have an unsolvable entanglement with this shadow.

After that, Li Yuan became fascinated with Taoism and lived in seclusion in Mount Zhongnan with three thousand Taoists.

Since this person was the emperor emeritus, the censors did not dare to give any advice, but only advised Li Shimin to handle the affairs of state.

In the Taiji Hall, Li Shimin gently twirled the brush and fell into deep thought.

Yuan Tiangang is a man of his word and will not deceive himself with lies.

"immortal……"

The flickering candlelight made the person's face look gloomy and uncertain.

Li Shimin smiled bitterly and put the matters of gods and ghosts behind him.

"You don't talk about strange things. I want to be remembered for eternity. How can I indulge in the mysterious ways of the immortals? That's enough."

Having said that, he bent over his desk to review documents. Before he knew it, the east was bright and roosters were crowing.

Li Shimin felt a slight pain in his head.

"Starting tomorrow, I will personally lead the army to annihilate the Turks in one fell swoop."

The desert and the Yinshan Mountains are covered with green grass, and when the wind blows the grass low, you can see cattle and sheep.

The unknown depths.

A two-meter-tall man with disheveled hair and an extremely handsome appearance walked out of the darkness.

"Leader!!"

"Greetings to the Emperor!"

The believers and the barbarians knelt down one after another.

"A bunch of rubbish, call Jie Li here, gather the eighteen tribes of the grassland, and annihilate the Tang Kingdom in one fell swoop. I will capture Li Shimin and make him dance!!!"

"Follow orders!!"

The Nether City Demon Cult has been immersed for decades.

The leader Gao Cheng is 110 years old this year. He has officially come out of seclusion to establish his kingdom.

Under the night sky, the horses gallop.

Only now there is still the clear moon, which once shone on King Gao's ten thousand horses passing by.

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(End of this chapter)