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

Chapter 163: The Ends of the Earth, Friends Are Half Gone
Changan.

A grand banquet was being held on Suzaku Street.

After four hundred years of division, the Han people unified the country and lived smoothly for more than ninety years.

Li Chengqian is already an eighty-year-old man. This heroic ruler who has ruled the world for thirty-eight years is like an old tiger.

He was surrounded by famous ministers such as Di Renjie and Zhang Jianzhi, as well as the kings of the grassland.

There were also merchants from the Western Regions and even distant western countries.

"Praise the Lord, there really is such a great city in the world!!"

The bearded merchant saw for the first time such a majestic and towering city and such a huge population, and could not help but kneel down in worship.

“This is a gift from the Lord!”

“Has the Lord appeared in the mortal world?”

The Hu people in the merchant group couldn't help whispering to each other. They had traveled to countless places and seen countless cities with different styles, but only this place shocked them the most.

"Let's go and meet this King of kings favored by the Lord!"

As expected, when they arrived at the Honglu Temple, they were not qualified to meet the emperor at all.

Soon, the event began.

The Western Regions Protectorate troops, strong in force and well-armored, entered the battlefield.

Stern, cold, and iron-blooded, this is the true nature of a powerful army. The Hu people present said nothing and did not feel any resistance in their hearts.

Originally, the Western Regions Protectorate had a total of 50,000 soldiers stationed in Gaochang. Later, Li Chengqian felt that the number was too large, so he reduced it to 5,000 and replaced all of these soldiers with warriors, who were equipped with full heavy armor.

The 5,000-strong army of the Western Regions Protectorate is enough to destroy any country in the world.

Following them came the garrisons from various locations, as well as the royal guards composed entirely of warriors.

After the military parade, the barbarians were convinced and did not dare to raise any thoughts of resistance.

Following them came the jade sedan chairs of the emperor and the emperor emeritus.

As soon as the emperor came out, the people cheered "Long live the emperor".

"Long live the emperor!"

"Long live the emperor!"

The gates of the Nine Heavens were opened, and people from all nations dressed in formal attire to pay homage to the emperor.

Li Shimin, then 109 years old, sat behind a screen, watching the army showing off their military power and the music troupe playing court music.

Once the Li family members awaken their bloodline, they will have terrible sequelae in their later years, and their life expectancy generally fluctuates between seventy and eighty years.

The only exception was Li Shimin.

He managed to endure it with his great talent and willpower.

"I'm old and about to die."

Li Shimin thought.

I have worked diligently for many years and have lived up to the Han Dynasty and the teachings of the previous emperor. Even in the afterlife, I can hold my head high and say that I have no regrets for my ancestors.

He looked at the crowd, and in a trance, he saw a young man suddenly appear in the crowd.

The young man looked exactly like the Tongtian Taoist many years ago. Li Shimin could see him clearly even though he was several miles away.

The man also noticed him, and as if confirming his inner thoughts, he smiled and nodded.

"Tongtian, Lingbao..."

In an instant, a flash of inspiration appeared in Li Shimin's sea of consciousness, and all the mysteries of the Zhenguan period were suddenly cleared up.

Tongtian is Lingbao and Lingbao is Tongtian.

This Tongtian appeared out of nowhere, and only after his appearance did traces of spiritual treasures appear.

The magical treasure disappeared, and the person disappeared with it.

Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.

The immortal has lived in isolation from the world, looking down on the common people for three hundred years, quietly watching the years pass by and watching the waves wash away all the heroes.

Li Shimin was no exception. He was the King of Qin who broke through the enemy lines, unified the country, ruled the country, and was called the Khan of Heaven. But in the end, he was also destroyed like this.

Whoever controls the years controls eternal victory.

This is an eternal truth.

Li Shimin was still staring at the man. Tongtian smiled at him and then turned and left. Li Chunfeng, who followed behind him, confirmed his thoughts.

He couldn't help but stand up and walk towards the crowd.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?"

"Father!"

"Grandpa Huang!"

The calls of his children behind him gradually faded away. Although Li Shimin was old, he was still strong and his skills were as good as before.

He quickly came into the crowd and stopped Tongtian Taoist.

"Master Lingbao, is that you?"

Wow!
All the noisy sounds around were removed, and the world returned to silence.

"Exactly. Let's go together and escape from this world."

Liang Yue made the invitation, and since Li Shimin came after him, it proved what he was thinking.

"Good." Li Shimin said with a smile, and it could be considered a complete success.

"From now on, you will be separated from your mortal identity."

Li Shimin thought for a moment and said, "From now on, I will be called Li Erlang."

He neither believes in Buddhism nor Taoism, so the names of Taoism and Buddhism are meaningless.

The hustle and bustle reappeared, and Li Erlang disappeared. When the crowd dispersed, Li Chengqian stood where his father disappeared, silent.

"go back!"

Li Chengqian turned around and went back.

"It's time to abdicate and become the emperor."

The history of Zhenguan came to an end at this moment.

In the ten thousand year old world of black ice, the cave welcomes its third ice sculpture.

"You have the bloodline of the Heavenly Eye and are a genius in martial arts. I hope you will shine in the future." Liang Yue said to the statue of Li Erlang.

The Heaven's Eye originates from the bloodline of the Feathered Man, a congenital god who rules over Bashu and has extremely powerful cultivation.

As a genius of the time, Li Shimin achieved a breakthrough to the great innate level when he was in his early twenties.

If he were placed in the era of the heyday of spiritual energy, he would definitely be a genius who would dominate the world.

"Let's go! To the Western Regions and the desert."

Liang Yue summoned Xiaotian from Baiyun Imperial Village, and together with Li Chunfeng, they rode on a wooden horse to the desert.

The desert is vast and full of vitality than before.

The ceasefire in the prosperous era also gave the local people a chance to breathe.

In the area where the Hu people gathered, there were many palaces and temples, and many monks and Taoists.

Facing the two people with their hair tied up, the Hu people did not find it strange.

"What is this?" Li Chunfeng was puzzled.

It was the first time for him to see such Hu Taoist priests and public temples. The Hu people here seemed to have no need for food or drink, and all their extra money was used to worship gods. Every household had someone who had become a monk and believed in religion.

“This is the teaching of long-term peace and stability.”

Liang Yue was very pleased. It seemed that Li Chengqian had taken his words to heart.

To deal with the Hu people, we must use both force and appeasement, and use the method of killing without bloodshed to unite them.

The two traveled in the desert.

In the colder area further away, a group of Solu people huddled together for warmth.

"Khan!!" The Hu Lu leader conquered this uncivilized tribe, and tens of thousands of people shouted the name of Khan.

"Go south! Go south!!"

The barbarians were extremely excited and killed, burned and robbed everything.

Above Baiyun Imperial Township, Liang Yue shook his head helplessly.

"They are inhuman. There are still too many beasts."

That night, a big fire broke out in the pasture, all the horses, cattle and sheep were killed, and the hay and manure fields were burned down.

Liang Yue did not kill anyone, but the heavenly signs took him away.

A cold wave hit, and eighty percent of this rising tribe died.

Liang Yue felt that he had been merciful enough. If the Tang army came, none of these people would survive.

Two years have passed.

The Arctic Ocean is covered with frost.

Li Chunfeng had a messy beard and a hunched back.

A hint of chill suddenly appeared in the body that was impervious to cold or heat.

Before I knew it, I was 108 years old and had reached the age of declining energy and blood.

"Ahem, Master, I can't walk any more." Li Chunfeng suddenly felt cold and couldn't help coughing violently. "Master, please walk the rest of the way alone."

Liang Yue paused, turned around, and said with a smile: "Okay, you can sleep peacefully, you will wake up soon."

The white clouds fall and the wanderers return home.

Kuaiji Buddha Temple.

Xuanzang put his palms together, looked at the white clouds that appeared out of nowhere, smiled knowingly, and said, "I'm going home."

Under the Bodhi tree, Li Chunfeng and Xuanzang said goodbye to Liang Yue.

"Ancestor, we'll see you in the future. I wish you a prosperous immortal path."

Xuanzang looked at Liang Yue with a gentle look in his eyes. He felt the same way. He did not say words of blessing such as immortality and longevity. Instead, he said:

"Grandmaster, I wish you a pure and innocent heart, and eternal purity."

Many people are afraid of death. In fact, death is the simplest thing. Once you close your eyes, everything will be gone after you die.

The dead do not feel sad or happy, only the living can.

Perhaps the ancestor has long been accustomed to separation, but seeing generations leaving one after another while he himself still has to live on in the world, he can't help but feel sad and desolate.

Liang Yue smiled and said, "Yes."

Xuanzang was very insightful and saw the key to immortality at a glance.

It is a pity that this kind of Buddha seed died in this era.

As soon as they finished speaking, the two died.

At this point, all old friendships from the early Tang Dynasty were frozen.

Separation is a prerequisite for longevity.

Liang Yue watched for a while, then controlled Baiyun Imperial Township and headed for the distant Western Regions.

This time, he plans to visit Europe.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)