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

Chapter 266 The Great Perfection (The End)
In the autumn of the eleventh year of the Taiyuan era, Liang Yue had just gotten married.

August 15th, Mid-Autumn Festival.

The grass was lush and green, and the sun was shining brightly. One carriage after another came along the rugged path to the foot of Kuaiji Mountain and stopped next to the manor at the foot of the mountain.

Legend has it that after Yu the Great tamed the floods and brought peace to the land, establishing the nine provinces, he convened a grand assembly of feudal lords at Maoshan to commemorate his achievements, hence the name of the mountain as Kuaiji.

A hearty male laugh came from the carriage: "Third brother, are you asleep? Why have you been silent for so long?"

Wow!
As soon as he finished speaking, a rough, large hand lifted the curtain, and a lithe figure jumped down.

This man was dressed in casual clothes, with a full beard, a rugged demeanor, and the appearance of a fierce martial artist.

This is Liu Yu, who at this moment should be called Liu Chong, whose career was just beginning.

A middle-aged, fat man with a long beard stepped down from the carriage beside him. Lin Jian got off and laughed heartily, saying, "Newlyweds, don't you want to get off?"

Lin Jian held his son in his arms, while a gentle woman beside him covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Inside the carriage on the left sat a handsome young man and a beautiful young woman. The man was dashing and charming, with an elegant and ethereal air; the woman had bright eyes and white teeth, and her beauty was beyond compare.

Liu Yifu, the little guy in the corner, was speechless. The two of them had been staring at each other for half an hour. If he had the chance, he would rather crawl under the car.

Liang Yue was lost in thought for a long time, holding his wife's hand, feeling as if he had been in another world.

"In the eleventh year of the Taiyuan era, did I really travel back in time?"

Liang Yue pondered inwardly.

These three thousand years seem to have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Shanbo, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Yingtai looked at her husband curiously, feeling that he had suddenly changed, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what had happened.

Hearing the familiar address, Liang Yue smiled slightly; it had been so many years since anyone had called him by his courtesy name.

"It's alright, Yingtai, let's go downstairs, don't keep our elder brother waiting."

Zhu Yingtai took Liu Yifu's hand and got off the carriage.

"Hey!"

Liu Yifu jumped to the ground with ease.

Looking at the little guy, Liang Yue was slightly lost in thought. He patted Liu Yifu's head and laughed, "Well done, Yifu."

Liu Yifu looked bewildered, not understanding what his master was talking about.

Liang Yue approached Liu Chong and said, bewildered, "Brother, you've become younger."

"Huh?" Liu Chong scratched the back of his head, completely puzzled by Liang Yue's words. "Third brother, are you running a fever?"

"It's nothing." Liang Yue shook his head and chuckled, then said to Bao Qian and the others who had just arrived, "Bao Qian, bring the barbecue grill and mooncakes over."

After that, people arrived one after another; they were all familiar faces.

"Hahaha, Shanbo, we've been looking for you for ages!" Wang Ningzhi's loud laughter echoed from afar.

Wang Ningzhi, with his tall hat and wide belt, was a stout man who possessed the elegant and refined air of a famous scholar.

Whizzing!

Several graceful figures flashed across the sky, and a thin, middle-aged scholar darted down.

This is Xie Xuan.

"Sit down, everyone sit down."

Liang Yue was deeply moved and invited everyone to sit down.

"Come, come, let's drink!"

"Nothing much to do today, just some fine wine and spirits." Liang Yue raised his wine cup, gesturing to the crowd.

"color!"

Everyone raised their glasses.

Mid-Autumn Festival, mooncakes, barbecue... What the group didn't know was that these were originally customs for the people of Liuzhuang to gather together, but after thousands of years, they have become a symbol of a nation.

They floated wine cups on a winding stream, drinking freely and unrestrainedly, completely forgetting their worries, their national hatred, and the threat of the barbarians. Faced with such a drastic change, what could ordinary people do?
It's simply about enjoying life to the fullest, at least to be happier while you're still alive.

Wang Ningzhi's brushstrokes and calligraphy bear a resemblance to those of his father, Wang Xizhi.

His face was flushed, his eyes unfocused, and he put his arm around Liang Yue's shoulder, saying, "Shanbo, do you have any good works?" At this moment, the moon rose above the treetops, its bright silver light illuminating the earth.

Liang Yue pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Shuping, please take up the pen for me."

"it is good."

"The courtyard is white with white trees where crows perch, and the cold dew silently wets the osmanthus blossoms."

Tonight the moon is bright, and everyone gazes at it; I wonder whose heart is filled with autumn thoughts.

"Excellent poem!"

Everyone praised it, and it became a literary tale that would be passed down through the ages.

As it was getting late, the group stayed at the Wang family's villa on the mountain.

The courtyard is deep and secluded, and the sound of bamboo rustling in the rain is like the sound of rain.

Liang Yue and Zhu Yingtai sat in the pavilion, admiring the bright moon in the sky, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Suddenly, a careless dark cloud obscured the full moon.

Zhu Yingtai frowned slightly, and the dark clouds immediately dissipated, much to her surprise.

"It's getting late, let's rest," Liang Yue said with a smile.

What Zhu Yingtai didn't know was that Liang Yue had spent thousands of years and endured countless hardships in order to meet her.

Back in the room, the beauty under the lamp was as lovely as a flower.

Silent all night.

The next morning, the frost and dew had not yet dried.

"Goodbye, third brother. Come visit me and your second brother in Shangyu when you have time."

Liu Chong patted Liang Yue on the shoulder to say goodbye.

The group returned to their respective lodgings, leaving only Liang Yue and his wife behind.

In the carriage, Zhu Yingtai leaned on Liang Yue's shoulder and said, "Life is but half joy, three parts pain, and the rest is emptiness. The moments of happiness are too short."

"Yingtai, why do you say that?" Liang Yue looked intently into Zhu Yingtai's eyes.

"Shanbo, I feel you've changed. You've become like a deity, as if you're about to fly away and leave me at any moment."

Zhu Yingtai always felt that Liang Yue had changed today, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"I am indeed a deity, but I cannot fly away."

"I am but a mortal, so I will die eventually." Zhu Yingtai sighed, resting her head on Liang Yue's shoulder. "Forget it, what am I thinking? A mortal's life is as fleeting as fireworks. Living this life well is enough. What is eternal?"

No, it will happen.

Liang Yue stretched out his right hand, which surprisingly reached into the void.

The stars on the other side of the infinite distance.

boom! !

In an instant, all the ancient tombs of gods and demons were annihilated.

Pulling her hand back and coming to her senses, Zhu Yingtai was dumbfounded.

"what is this?"

"Just a magic trick."

Liang Yue waved his hand and laughed loudly.

"Let's go home!!"

"On the day of perfect perfection, time will flow backward, years will turn back, and all imperfections will be gone."

Golden light spilled across the ancient road as the carriage drove away, casting long, narrow shadows.

(End of the book)

(Online novels don't necessarily have to be long. This book should be finished around 400,000 to 500,000 words. My writing is terrible. The protagonist should have undergone a first-life corpse liberation and then resurrected his lover two thousand years later. That would have been enough to finish the story. That way, it would still be a decent short to medium-length novel, instead of adding unimportant content in the middle.)
(End of this chapter)