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

Chapter 155: The Three-foot God, Patrolling Day and Night

"Xuanzang, how are you these days?"

Xuanzang turned around and saw Tongtian and Li Chunfeng standing behind him.

Seeing Tongtian, Xuanzang smiled as expected and said, "Daoyou Tongtian, I knew you were the founder of Lingbao."

Xuanzang was not surprised at the fact that Tongtian was Lingbao. After all, there was a legend in Buddhism about the Buddha having a thousand faces.

Tongtian had previously given him a token, and he used it to summon the Lingbao Patriarch to the world.

From that moment on, Xuanzang began to have doubts in his heart.

"As long as you know."

"What is this, Fellow Daoist Chunfeng?" Xuanzang looked at Li Chunfeng.

"Li Chunfeng is dead, and now I am Li Tieguai."

"Iron Crutch Li? What a good name."

The three hadn't seen each other for many years and briefly got to know each other.

Liang Yue learned that Xuanzang had only been translating scriptures these years and could not help but sigh:

"Xuanzang, you are doing useless work."

"how you said that?"

"What really brings peace to the people is not faith, but having enough food. The Buddhist scriptures can only bring inner peace to a few people, but this is far from enough."

Faith without material conditions is nothing but self-deception.

After hearing Liang Yue's explanation, Xuanzang was distraught and muttered to himself. For the first time, fatigue appeared on his old face. He said, "Could it be that I have been doing useless work all my life?"

"That's not the case. Mahayana Buddhism has been passed down and will surely flourish in the future, but not now."

But in the distant future.

The spiritual energy is revived, the Mahayana Buddhism is showing its power, all the empty talk will come true, and perhaps a Buddhist country will appear.

Buddhism is not completely useless, but it is divorced from reality and seems a bit empty talk, or even incompatible with secular production.

If there really is spiritual energy in the world, then the paradise created by Buddha, where flowers bloom in an instant and people have no worries about food and clothing, is indeed a place where everyone can live in peace.

After hearing Liang Yue's explanation, Xuanzang also began to want to escape from the world.

"Well, each generation has its own affairs, and I will also stay away from the world."

"That's great. Xuanzang, what do you want to be called?"

Liang Yue looked at Xuanzang.

"Your Taoist name should be Jianzhen."

"Nice name."

Next, Liang Yue stayed in the Big Wild Goose Pagoda for several days.

Xuanzang began to prepare for his death.

Three days later, with his disciples wailing, Xuanzang's era passed.

In the middle of the night, the moon sets and the stars sink.

At this moment, a hundred feet of golden light bloomed from the top of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

The entire Chang'an city can be seen clearly.

"What is this? A divine manifestation?"

"Big Wild Goose Pagoda! Master Xuanzang has attained Buddhahood!"

"Look! Master Xuanzang!"

In the golden light, a figure floated into the void.

For a moment, the people knelt down and worshiped.

The Taoists in the temple looked pale and couldn't believe it.

There are actually people in this world who have achieved Buddhahood.

In this case, how can Taoism compete with Buddhism?

"No! Look over there!!"

In a secluded place in the east of the city, at Li Chunfeng’s residence, a ten-foot-high observatory emits a mysterious white light.

The light was bright and dazzling, not inferior to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in any way. The white light turned into a crane and soared into the sky.

On this day, Buddhism and Taoism in Chang'an ascended.

It casts a shroud of mystery over the early Tang Dynasty.

Outside the city, Tangquan Palace.

The 71-year-old Li Shimin looked frail and looked out at the white and golden lights of Chang'an City, muttering to himself, "Baiyun Imperial City, my father really didn't lie to me."

Until the white light disappears.

Li Shimin turned around and looked at the old man behind him, and said with a smile: "The whereabouts of the immortals are hard to predict. When you were looking for it, Baiyundixiang did not appear, but when you gave up, it appeared openly again."

The 110-year-old Yuan Tiangang still has a youthful appearance despite his white hair.

Faced with Li Shimin's ridicule, Yuan Tiangang smiled indifferently.

"I understand what the master thinks. The more you seek the way to immortality, the less likely you are to find it. Only free-spirited monks like Chunfeng and Xuanzang can enter the master's eyes. That's it. It's time and fate."

Yuan Tiangang turned and left, his back looking desolate.

If he had the chance, he really wanted to see Baiyun Imperial Township with his own eyes.

Not for immortality, but just to get a glimpse of the true immortal's appearance. Li Shimin shook his head helplessly and turned back to the palace to rest.

This Han emperor adhered to one concept throughout his life - restraint.

Have power but do not abuse it, have desires but do not be lascivious, and immortality will be right in front of you, but you will not need to mobilize the people to look for it.

He knew that he was the emperor of the Han Dynasty.

There have been about four hundred years since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, during which there have been many wise emperors who unified the world, but the ending of these dynasties was often not very good. The reason was that the emperors were not restrained and, after achieving some success, they became greedy for enjoyment.

During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin was trembling with fear, fearing that he would follow in the footsteps of his predecessors.

Above the Baiyun Imperial Township.

Xuanzang and Li Chunfeng were a little confused.

"Why is this the case, Grandmaster?"

"Isn't it interesting?"

Ever since the spiritual treasure was exposed last time, Liang Yue thought it would be better to expose a few more gods to attract firepower.

At the same time, it gives the world a sense of shock. The Baiyun Imperial City is high above the clouds, and gods patrol in all directions, like a magic net, overlooking the world from above.

This is also an invisible means of protecting the Tao.

Raise your head three feet and there is a god.

"Grandmaster, where are we going next?"

"overseas."

Liang Yue said.

Baiyun quickly headed east and walked along the previous path again.

He plans to break through to a realm above the Great Innate Realm overseas.

The freedom of the immortals, in the terms of later generations, is playing on "private servers".

This is the wonder that only I am immortal.

If it weren't for the defect of corpse transformation after death, Liang Yue really wanted to create an eternal force, stay behind the scenes forever, and control the human world.

The shortcomings of posthumous transformation made him give up the idea.

Everything in the world is subject to the law that "when a person dies, it is like a light going out".

Once you die, it will be an unprecedented disaster for the forces that know both yourself and your enemy.

Therefore, Jiejiao only recruits old men.

"Once we are overseas, we may be able to be more proactive and use the power of the barbarians to collect more resources, break through to the Great Innate, and practice the Day and Night Wandering God."

Liang Yue is also a member of China. Abusing the people's power will harm civilization. But it is different outside. Abusing the people's power will instead allow the civilization of Middle-earth to continue.

As for the Central Plains, if any rare items appear in the future, you can come and get them.

Japan, Chaoming City.

The old family died, and a new generation of Liang family came to the fore.

In Chaoming City, there are streets and markets intertwined and the market is crisscrossed.

As merchants arrived, Tang Dynasty goods circulated in the market, and the place gradually became prosperous. Pedestrians were shoulder to shoulder, sweating profusely, speaking the Central Plains Mandarin, occasionally mixing in a few words of the barbarian dialect.

"The Emperor is coming!!"

Wow!
The crowd dispersed to make way for a wide road.

The golden jade chariot moved slowly, and the sun pattern on the chariot shone brightly.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

The two words "Emperor" were changed by Liang Shitian, the head of the Liang family of this generation.

This generation of the Liang family was born in Japan, has a certain sense of local identity, and is ambitious.

"Be flat!"

A reassuring voice came from the jade chariot.

Everyone stood up, their faces fanatical, dancing and shouting the emperor's title, some even crying bitterly, as they chased after the jade chariot.

Inside the jade chariot, a Taoist priest in dragon robe with a handsome face and sharp eyes sat there.

"The people's hearts can be used. The Huayi army has more than 80,000 soldiers. If there is unrest in the Central Plains, there will be a chance to return to the Central Plains."

Outside the city, in a cave somewhere in the belly of a mountain.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and corpses were everywhere.

More than ten huge chains locked up a huge monster.

This creature is two meters tall, with a body like a musk deer, a tail like a dragon's tail, and horns that are forked like tree branches.

At this moment, he was madly enjoying the blood of the barbarians.

"Qilin..."

This was the strange beast he discovered in the mountains that year.

The strange beast was brutal, bloodthirsty and extremely powerful, so it was captured and trained.

Liang Shitian planned to unify the Central Plains martial arts world first and then take back his ancestral land.

"The Tianxia Conference will have a discussion with the heroes in Yangzhou. If we release this beast at that time, we can catch them all in one fell swoop."

(End of this chapter)