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

Chapter 174: Life after Death, the End of the Tang Dynasty

Three years.

The three-year countdown is the time for the corpse to be transformed.

White clouds drifted to the north.

Under the Bodhi tree, Liang Yue held a jade bottle filled with the blood of a celestial being, sensing its breath.

"Heavenly being, long life, innate magical powers..."

Long life... This is the ability that Liang Yue values most.

The fourth life's fate requirement is one hundred and eighty years. If one has celestial blood, then longevity will not be a problem.

There may be side effects, but if the corpse reincarnation does not automatically eliminate the celestial bloodline, it proves that this thing is useful to me.

“There shouldn’t be a lifespan issue.”

In the ancient world, lifespan was not a problem that troubled the corpse-reincarnating immortals.

Be it the secret techniques of human immortals or the unique skills of earthly immortals, a mere one hundred or eighty years, or even three or four hundred years, is not a problem.

The disadvantage of Taiyi Corpse Reincarnation Immortal is that the further one cultivates, the longer the life span required and the slower the breakthrough. If it were not for the limitation of the technique, Corpse Reincarnation Immortal would rather commit suicide ten times a day and achieve Great Consummation on the spot.

This era is different. Since there is no spiritual energy, all previous spells are ineffective and cannot support the breakthrough of realm, so we can only rely on internal force.

"In the years ahead, it will be difficult to achieve a breakthrough in inner strength, right?"

Therefore, Liang Yue placed his hope on Sun and Moon Celestial Being. Perhaps the special nature of the ancient bloodline could help him break free from the shackles of lifespan. This would be the best.

Otherwise, everything would be in vain, and he would have no choice but to hand over the magical silkworm to the next person, while he and Yingtai rest in peace in this world.

"I hope so."

I hope that my next life will not be my last and end up in a tragedy like Liu An and Ning Yangzi.

"Maybe resurrection from the frozen ground will work."

Perhaps after the spiritual energy is revived and the environment changes, I will wake up automatically.

Under the Bodhi tree, the wind blows the leaves down.

The pyramids stand, the fire pools burn, the rivers flow, and everything seems so real.

Liang Yue's heart moved.

Click, click, click...

His figure rose thirty feet tall, and the entire person reached a height of one hundred meters.

This is the true body of Kuafu. Trapped in the Dharma Ending World and his own realm, maintaining a height of 100 meters is already his limit.

The whole world near the pure golden eye between the eyebrows.

The imperial city described by Tang poets in mythology is a paradise filled with all the beauty of the universe, but it only covers 80 square kilometers.

The fragile and narrow land is the essence of Baiyun Imperial Township, just like this bleak end-of-law world, where the disciples of Jiejiao seem to be immortal but are actually trapped in the ice.

Whoosh!
The giant Kuafu shrank in size and returned to the frozen world.

The disciples of Jiejiao were sealed inside, and they looked the same as when they were alive, with the last second of their lives frozen in the icy soul.

Li Chunfeng, Yuan Tiangang, Li Jing, Li Shimin, Xuanzang, Wu Mingkong.

During the Tang Dynasty, all six great talents were here.

"See you in the future, everyone."

It takes three to make a hero. In the future, these human geniuses will shine.

After looking at everyone, Liang Yue returned to the Bodhi tree to study the celestial beings' miscellaneous items.

The innate gods are a very arrogant species. They only use their own magical powers and do not even use acquired weapons. For them, only innate weapons can catch their eyes.

This deity has no weapons.

However, many basic skills were left behind.

The Great Dao of Human Immortals has the Zhangliu Swallowing Gold Body and the Fighting Divine Art. The Great Dao of Earthly Immortals has the Earthly God Swallowing Spirit Veins Art, the Four Seas Art, the Water Eyes Refining Spirit Art, and the Great Dao of Heavenly Immortals has the Nine Nether Art and the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Evil Art.

Unfortunately, none of them are useful, and I can’t even practice them myself.

"No wonder the spiritual energy was destroyed and the gods retreated." Liang Yue closed the secret book and sighed.

Aura is the origin of all things.

Spiritual energy combines with nature to form natural essence, such as the earth vein evil energy, ice soul mysterious light, seabed spiritual eye... Most of the exercises are combined with essence and energy practice.

Since the spiritual energy was annihilated, these skills naturally became ineffective.

On the contrary, Taiyi Corpse Reincarnation Immortal, who has less demand for spiritual energy and not too much longevity, has become the "version answer".

The corpse-reincarnated immortal persisted the longest, but because he did not have innate treasures such as the spiritual silkworm, he eventually dissipated into the world.

"Spiritual silkworm, that's the 'version answer'."

Liang Yue vaguely knew that this thing was a treasure, after all, it had the name Taiyi.

"In the future, these skills will be passed on to future generations to practice after the spiritual energy is revived."

Liang Yue put away his skills and jumped out of Baiyun Imperial Township.

For the last time, walk through the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The next time it awakened was in 908 AD, when the Tang Dynasty was almost half-dead.

Most of the old friends died, and the prosperous Tang Dynasty eventually disappeared in the long river of history.

For the next period of time, Liang Yue traveled around.

Penglai Island, Kuaiji City.

Oriental Yingzhou, the fairy island of Penglai.

This foreign civilization was brought into Han territory by Liang Yue.

The city gate is full of people, Liang Yue follows the flow and strolls along the street: "History has changed, and there are no more events in the future."

Liang clan ancestral temple.

The elderly Liang Ping paid homage to his ancestors for the last time, bowing three times and kowtowed nine times with great piety and respect.

That night, Liang Ping fell ill and could not get up.

He has ordinary talents and his martial arts skills are also mediocre.

The hall was filled with green smoke and the smell of sandalwood.

The descendants gathered in front of the bed, some of them were sincere and some were pretending to be sad.

Liang Ping saw it all, but his heart was calm.

Between life and death, when the coffin is closed, all this seems unimportant.

Liang Ping was in a trance, and vaguely saw a figure in the crowd looking at him expectantly. The figure had an old face and kind eyes, as if he was affirming the efforts made by these people to naturalize the natives.

"The descendants are gone first!"

That night, a comet hit the moon.

Liang Ping's posthumous title was "Xiaoren", and he was known in history as King Xiaoren.

……

Jiankang, the headquarters of Tianxiahui.

The withdrawal of Tianxiahui from the selection of the leader of the martial arts world did not damage its reputation, but instead made its status even more transcendent.

The leader of this generation is also a famous figure.

On the top of Tongtian Tower, a Confucian scholar meditates and regulates his breathing.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and there seemed to be a flash of golden light.

By the time the scholar reacted, the golden light had long disappeared.

The white clouds in the sky seem like a fairyland.

"The White Jade Palace in the sky, with twelve towers and five cities..."

On this day, a white rainbow pierced the sun.

……

Daming Palace.

All the officials gathered to celebrate the end of the Anshi Rebellion.

Li Longqing was full of pride and couldn't help but feel a desire for pleasure.

"The world is at peace, and we can finally enjoy ourselves."

Only when the world is flooded with blood can there be peace and happiness.

The barbarians in Guandong were completely wiped out by him, and they will never be able to cause any trouble again.

"Your son congratulates your father!" Prince Shou Li Mao came forward with his extremely beautiful concubine to congratulate.

"well."

Li Longqing looked at his concubine and was distracted for a moment, with an irrepressible greed rising in his heart.

The banquet is over.

Li Longqing was still in a trance, still thinking about the woman from that day.

Gao Lishi stepped forward to report, saying, "Your Majesty, this woman's name is Yang Yuhuan, and she is the Princess of Shou."

"Yang Yuhuan... Yang Yuhuan..."

Li Longqing struggled in his heart, but finally made up his mind and decided to find an opportunity another day...

I have accomplished great achievements that will be remembered for generations, so no one should say anything if I ask for a mere daughter-in-law.

Li Longqing fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, he died of a headache due to excessive drinking and restless thinking.

The thought never came out loud.

That night, a goshawk flew over the palace.

Li Longqing's temple name was Chengzong, and in the eyes of later generations he was a strong rival to Li Shimin for the title of the greatest emperor of all time.

High in the sky, Liang Yue withdrew his gaze.

"It's too late."

……

Chang'an City, Mochoufang.

Liang Yue strolled around the market town, where the candlelight and lights illuminated the surrounding area.

Passing by the chicken coop, the noisy crowing of chickens was distracting, and the tall and thin guy was greeting everyone.

"Come and take a look. We have high-quality fighting cocks from the Western Regions, the East China Sea, Liaodong, and Lingnan. They will help you win every battle. If you don't know how to fight cocks, we will provide expert guidance for free!"

"Fighting cock? Give me one."

Liang Yue paused.

"kill!"

"Kill it!"

"pretty!!"

In the cockfighting house in the 43rd year of Kaiyuan, the all-powerful Emperor of the East China Sea reappeared in the arena.

A white-haired old man won almost all the bets and returned home with a lot of money.

Use the money earned to listen to operas, drink, watch the moon, take a boat ride, give tips, and ask for poetry.

"The final aftertaste of Kaiyuan must be experienced."

Liang Yue was walking drunk on the street. He came with empty hands and left with empty hands as well.

The storyteller packed his bag and left in a hurry.

"Storyteller?"

"Who are you?" The storyteller looked a little impatient. Seeing that the other person was an old man, he stopped and waited.

"Can I collect stories?"

"Listen to my story, old man. I will pay a lot for books, and I will never cheat anyone. If it is a long story, I can split the profit 70% to 30%."

"It's a long story. It's said that during the Taiyuan period of the Jin Dynasty, there was an unknown man who was gifted and had learned some magic... At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty... Wude... Kaiyuan..."

Liang Yue seemed a little drunk and spoke incoherently.

The storyteller finally couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted, "Old man, is this a romance or a strange story? And the protagonist must have a name, right? Could it be that he is called Wuming?"

"It is Wuming. This book is both about strange things and historical facts. What do you think? Is it worth a fortune?"

"Nonsense, worthless."

The storyteller walked away in a huff.

"Haha!" Liang Yue left with a smile. It was really absurd.

It is worthless, yet worth more than a thousand gold.

The Tang Dynasty came to an end.

(End of this chapter)