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

Chapter 157: The method of overcoming tribulation and sublimation in the future.

In the vast imperial land, under the Bodhi tree.

Li Jing, Xuanzang and Li Chunfeng sat under a tree to enjoy the cool air, listening to the master discuss Taoism and talk about past events.

“The ancients were not stronger than the modern people. Although Xie Xuan and Sima Daozi were the top masters in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, if they were classified according to today’s realm, they were just first-rate acquired ones.” Liang Yue talked about everything except his own jade silkworm and the secret of corpse reincarnation.

At this moment, he felt extremely relaxed. These people were not cultivators, but they could be considered half Taoist companions.

"So it was you, the Grandmaster, who improved the technique and allowed martial arts to develop?"

"That's right. Whether in ancient times, or now, or even in the future, the ancient gods and demons have always been the great enemies of our human race. Martial arts are the means for humans to protect themselves." Liang Yue said.

The four of them shared wine and chatted, high up in the sky, spending their years leisurely. This kind of freedom and ease was different from the past.

Li Chunfeng was drunk and blurry, and couldn't help asking: "Grandmaster, when will the Dharma Ending Age end?"

Liang Yue put down his wine glass, stood up and paced back and forth.

"I have a special calendar. Now it is the year 670, so the spiritual energy will not be fully revived until the year 2234."

"One thousand five hundred and sixty-four years left?"

"We can't wait until then." Li Chunfeng said with a wry smile.

"I will wait until then..."

Liang Yue muttered to himself, not knowing whether he was talking to Li Chunfeng or to himself.

Come to the fire pool.

The flames were bright red, the demon's body was erect, and the Huo Dou Samsara Pill was churning inside.

Liang Yue took a photo of a piece of jade.

Use real fire to refine the jade, remove the black impurities, and leave only the transparent glass part, and refine it into two hollow conical objects. The tops of the cones are fused together, and the inside is filled with jade sand. Then the size of the opening is controlled to form an hourglass shape.

Use your mind to bring a person-high hourglass to the foot of the Bodhi tree.

"This is?"

Everyone is puzzled.

"When the jade sand runs out, the spiritual energy will revive."

One thousand five hundred and sixty-four years.

Everyone was speechless, looking at the hourglass.

This day has finally arrived.

The clouds faded, revealing the scene below.

Someone noticed something was wrong.

"Hey, this isn't the way to the east."

"I need to go back to Kansai to pick someone up."

……

Chang'an City.

Tongtian Medical Clinic has now flourished, and the people of Chang'an still miss the original Taoist Master Tongtian.

This Taoist priest, who left behind countless epic myths, came to an end with the end of the Zhenguan period.

The news of the death of Li Jing, Duke of Weiguo, reached the Tangquan Palace in Mount Li.

At the Qintiantai, an old Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face listened to the reports from his subordinates with a complicated look in his eyes.

Missing, vanishing...

"It looks like the Lingbao Tianfu from Baiyundi Township."

Ever since Emperor Gaozu's visit to Taixu and the thunderbolt that year, a legend has been circulating among the high-ranking officials in the underworld during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty.

That is, the god of the imperial city will lead those he recognizes to heaven, and anyone who is recognized will receive a magical jade talisman.

Once the jade talisman is given, one will obtain magical powers.

An insider once saw Li Jing perform the earth escape technique.

It is obvious that Li Jing already had the jade talisman.

"Sir, do you want to investigate further?" the disciples asked.

"No need." Yuan Tiangang had let it go at this moment, "Go out, the Imperial Observatory will be in charge of you from now on."

"Me?" The disciple couldn't believe it.

"You already have the ability, don't worry."

Yuan Tiangang sent his disciples away and came to the Sutra Library alone.

The Sutra Repository contains a portrait of middle-aged Liang Yue, as well as relics and legends from various places, and ancient rare and unofficial histories.

Yuan Tiangang opened Xu Xianzhi's Liuyuan Notes, which recorded the beautiful scenery of Liuyuan in those days and anecdotes of Kuaiji.

"Understand that the past cannot be changed, and know that the future can be pursued."

Yuan Tiangang closed the book.

He turned around and went out, burning all the clues here.

The fire lit up the sky red, and the 110-year-old man, who created the science of Feng Shui, finally let go of his obsession.

Sitting in the pavilion, feeling the cold wind.

At this moment, a mysterious light descended from the sky.

"Hmm?" Yuan Tiangang slowly stood up.

I looked at the golden light in front of me in disbelief.

The golden light dissipated, and a pale golden ghost body emerged.

The Dharma body is clear, pure and flawless.

The face looks like that of Taoist Master Tongtian.

In an instant, everything made sense. "You can't recognize a true immortal even with your eyes, but it turns out that the true immortal is right before your eyes."

It really is fate that plays tricks on us.

"Disciple Yuan Tiangang pays respects to Lingbao Patriarch! I hope Lingbao Patriarch will forgive my sins."

"What's the crime of a monk seeking the truth?"

Liang Yue waved to Yuan Tiangang and said, "Come up."

"Yes!"

Yuan Tiangang ascended on the clouds.

In this life, all merits are fulfilled.

Baiyun Imperial Township.

The sun, the moon, the mountains, the rivers, the grass, the flames, the water… Under the Bodhi tree, three fellow Taoists looked at him with a smile.

"Congratulations, fellow Taoist, on your return!!"

"Hello, fellow Taoists." Yuan Tiangang bowed in return.

"Senior brother, you are wrong after all." Li Chunfeng joked.

The two brothers had been at odds for many years, but in the end, Li Chunfeng won.

Yuan Tiangang smiled bitterly and said nothing.

"You...can be called Zhongli Quan from now on." Liang Yue smiled with evil humor.

"Zhongli Quan? That's fine too."

The White Clouds Imperial Township drifts away into the distance.

A fire burned down the Qintian Terrace.

Next to the ruins, the Imperial Guards searched for Yuan Tiangang's trace.

"Your Majesty, we have not found any trace of Master Yuan yet."

The Royal Guards came to an old man in Taoist robes to report.

Li Shimin stared at the ruins for a long time, and finally waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave, and said: "This matter should be sealed, and it should be announced to the outside world that Yuan Tiangang is dead."

After saying this, the old hero turned around and went back to rest with a faint smile on his lips.

This companion who was both a teacher and a friend finally realized his long-cherished wish.

The fairy trace of Lingbao, a white cloud lingering over the Zhenguan Tang Dynasty gradually disappeared.

Only a few people still pursue ancient myths and legends.

Immortality has always been a long-cherished wish in people’s hearts.

From then on, Baiyun Imperial Township had one more disciple.

In their spare time, the five of them studied poetry and exchanged martial arts.

He occasionally traveled to the earth, leaving behind countless anecdotes.

The few of them walked and stopped, looking for relics and collecting exotic flowers and plants.

Finally arrived in Japan overseas.

In the imperial town.

Led by Yuan Tiangang, everyone studied martial arts.

Liang Yue has sorted out a method to break through the Great Innate Realm, but this method cannot be practiced by mortals. Perhaps by gathering together the strongest people of the time, they can research a simpler method to break through.

"It's difficult, very difficult. The environment doesn't allow it." Yuan Tiangang sighed helplessly.

Several people had no idea.

Liang Yue paced back and forth and changed his train of thought.

"How about this, you two study the method of feigning death by tortoise breathing."

"When the secret method is completed, you will pretend to die one by one. I will seal your bodies with white jade and elixirs and wake them up when the time is right."

The method of awakening can only be studied slowly later.

The most urgent task is to seal the body intact without damaging its vitality.

Everyone looked at each other, hope burning in their hearts.

Since the environment does not allow it, I will pretend to be dead and survive in the next life, defy the will of heaven and overcome the calamity, waiting for resurrection in the future.

"Grandmaster, we will definitely complete this method of overcoming the tribulation."

Combining the martial arts, Taoism, and Buddhist meditation of the time, they did not believe that they could not create this method.

"I am waiting for your good news."

The spiritual energy is being revived and cannot be dealt with alone.

It is such a pity that these human geniuses died in vain in this era.

I also can't wait until everything is perfect before reversing yin and yang and reviving them. By that time, everything will be almost over, and I may not be there by that time.

Jiejiao is not just about creating a name. How can the wisdom of geniuses be wasted so easily?

Therefore, how to retain vitality and feign death is the next key.

If conditions permit in the future, perhaps they can be awakened.

Whether it is the era of earthly immortals or the modern era, there will always be an environment suitable for that day.

One step ahead, one step ahead.

White clouds floated over Chaoming City.

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