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

Chapter 7: Can the Five Fighting Ghost Soldiers achieve immortality?

Liang family.

"Grandma, Brother Liu, this is my classmate Zhu Yingtai."

"Greetings, Grandmother, and Brother Liu." Zhu Yingtai bowed politely.

A table of people sat around eating. There were steamed meat, pickled vegetables, sugar-coated melons, vegetable tofu, and free-range chicken on the table. It was delicious and as sumptuous as the Chinese New Year.

“Brother Liu, what are you doing…?” Liang Yue was puzzled.

"Oh, I did a little business." What Liu Chong called a small business was defeating the East City Ranger, and these were purchased with the money donated by the merchants.

From now on, Liu Chong was the only one qualified to collect protection fees at the East Gate; without various forces taking turns to collect protection fees, the public security at the East Gate improved several times in an instant. Moreover, Liu Chong actually did the work for the money he collected, and won the support of countless vendors.

"I see." Liang Yue had heard a little about this, and he couldn't help but sigh that some people are leaders wherever they go.

At the dinner table, my grandmother tore the chicken legs into small pieces and fed them to Liu Jue, picked up a piece of fat meat and gave it to Zhu Yingtai, and mentioned the Qushui Liushang Banquet during the chat.

Hearing this, Zhu Yingtai felt guilty and buried her head in her food.

"I didn't participate..." Liang Yue briefly explained what happened, looking ashamed, "I'm sorry, grandma, I can't bring honor to the Liang family for the time being."

"It's okay. I just hope your family is safe and sound. I never thought Lu Qianzhi was this kind of person. When he was studying in the academy, Lu Qianzhi suddenly fell ill. Your father carried him on his back for thirty miles on the mountain road to find a doctor to treat him..."

boom!
"How could there be such an ungrateful villain!" Liu Chong could not help but slam the table and stood up, his hair standing on end. "Lu Qianzhi and Ma Junwen, how dare they harm my brother's career? Wait, my brother, I will take their heads for you in a moment."

The bloody smell in the words frightened Zhu Yingtai.

"Haha, don't worry, Brother Liu. Good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished in the end." Liang Yue put down his chopsticks. He knew that Liu Chong was serious.

But after killing someone, everyone had to flee, and my grandmother and Liu Jue could not bear the displacement.

Since the Eastern Han Dynasty, the aristocratic families have been deeply rooted. If Liang Yue wants to live a peaceful and stable life until he is eighty years old without any illness or disaster, it is necessary for him to rely on the power of the aristocratic families or become one of them.

After some persuasion, Liu Chong finally calmed down.

"I will keep the heads of these villains for now. You can tell me to take them anytime you want."

The grandmother gave Liu Chong a piece of meat and said, "Don't be angry. At worst, we can just stop communicating with each other."

From then on, Zhu Yingtai would return to the Liang family every time she had a day off. With the help of the twenty strings of cash from the rich woman, Liang Yue solved the problems of martial arts training, diet, and medicinal materials.

After a month, he possessed the internal strength of a year and became a lower-grade master.

Three months later, with three years of internal strength, he became a lower-level mid-level master.

The amount of one's own Qi reserves has reached the upper limit of ten strands, and all four bird escape techniques have been mastered.

Liang Yue knew that this was not the end. As his true Qi circulated throughout his body, his Taoism gradually improved and his true Qi reserves increased accordingly.

The strange thing is that most of the magic spells and supernatural powers copied recently are fake, and there is no longer any magic like the Bird Escape Technique.

"Through thousands of years of order and chaos, rise and fall, the true classics are hidden among the vast number of forgeries. Perhaps only the rare copies in the collections of noble families have records of them." Liang Yue thought.

There was no printing industry at all in this era, and the gentry firmly controlled knowledge. Now that Zhu Yingtai no longer lived in the headmaster's house, she had no place to copy books in the future.

This day, early morning.

Pine pavilion, clear stream, small bridge and flowing water.

The scholars in tall hats and wide robes sat on the ground, drinking wine by the winding stream, playing tossing pots and fencing.

Feasting by the water, enjoying fine wine and delicious food; reciting poems, composing couplets, beating drums and playing yangqin.

The sandalwood fragrance is lingering, and the Confucian style is elegant.

Elegance, luxury, enjoyment... Just looking at this place, you would think it is a prosperous scene that is rarely seen in a century.

Barbarians, starving people, and dead bones simply do not exist.

"Haha, you can't write a poem? Three glasses of wine as punishment!"

"Come! Drink this one, and there will be three."

There were also scholars who were about to graduate chatting and complaining.

"County magistrate? My father wants me to be the magistrate of Shanyin County. Is such a crappy position suitable for a son of a noble family? How will my colleagues view me?"

"That's right. If you join the army, you will be promoted to a lieutenant. If you join the civil service, the lowest rank you can hold is a cavalry assistant minister. This is more in line with Brother Shi's status."

The officials were also called common officials. They had many mundane tasks, which were not in line with the status of the gentry. Even if they were appointed as such officials, they were unwilling to do the work themselves, lest they be laughed at by their colleagues.

Aside from the joyful banquet, an ox cart seemed out of place.

The oxcart driver was a sturdy man with a whisker. The look in his eyes when he looked at the dandy boy seemed to be filled with hatred.

Liu Chong followed Liang Yue to move the books, and when he heard what these people were talking about, he almost exploded with anger.

They are in the position but do not do their job; these people are complete scum, and many disasters are caused by them.

"Morality has deteriorated and people's hearts are no longer the same as before."

The ox cart drove back to Kuaiji.

Zhu Yingtai caught up and asked, "Brother Liang, can I still live in your house in the future?" "Come over anytime!"

Liang Yue's voice came from the ox cart in the distance.

The official road leading to the county town at the foot of the mountain.

There were crowds of hungry people and dead bodies on the streets.

"Please, give me something to eat."

"mother!"

Some women are willing to sell themselves for just a bushel of rice.

In the car, Liang Yue looked solemn and felt sad.

Although Xie Anshi won a great victory and recovered the Central Plains and Bashu, the people did not feel at peace.

It was still a chaotic era with the Five Barbarians rampant.

Even if he has magical powers, he is not invulnerable to swords and guns, and he will die in the chaos of war.

Peace is the environment for the corpse-reincarnated immortal to attain enlightenment.

"The Immortal Master uses magic water to cure diseases!"

"Come quickly! There's porridge!"

Suddenly, someone shouted with gongs and drums.

It turned out to be a Taoist priest from the Five Pecks of Rice Sect who was curing illnesses and providing porridge.

The moment he saw these people, Liang Yue was shocked and realized that rebellion was coming again.

"When a country prospers, the people suffer. When a country perishes, the people suffer." Liang Yue couldn't help but sigh, wondering who could pacify the troubled times.

Hearing this, Liu Chong agreed with it and said, "Alas, who can pacify the troubled times?"

He did not avoid the people of the Five Pecks of Rice Sect. He knew that all the people in his lineage who had seen him were dead. As long as he didn't shout loudly, who would know?

Hearing this, Liang Yue's heart moved, and his eyes gradually brightened as he looked at Liu Chong.

Liu Chong is a man of great martial arts skills and charismatic personality. His ancestor is Liu Bang. He once served as the leader of the Mi Sect and is now the leader of the Dongmen gang.

Now I meet this strange man with incredible abilities, isn't this destiny?
"Brother, I think you can be the hero who pacifies the world."

"Me? How is that possible?" Liu Chong shook his head repeatedly. He had no confidence. "Twenty-six of the nobles have already been appointed as generals and officials, while I am still dealing with knights-errant at the age of twenty-six. Don't tease me."

"How do you compare to the children of aristocratic families?"

"The children of aristocratic families are nothing but useless people." Liu Chong sneered.

"How are the senior officials in the court?"

"In the imperial court, officials are made of rotten wood, and between the steps of the palace, beasts eat the salary."

"Brother, you can't bear to see the people suffer and be in chaos, why don't you take up your three-foot sword and perform an unprecedented feat?"

Since the headmaster didn't give him a chance, Liang Yue decided to create one for himself.

I don't want Liu Chong to be the emperor, but at least he should be made a general in charge of the army, or a prime minister. He should be my strong supporter, so that I won't be disturbed by the chaotic soldiers and barbarians. Only in this way can I live to be eighty in peace.

Of course, it is impossible for Liang Yue to do it alone. Since ancient times, there has been no shortage of top-notch masters among generals and emperors, but none of them lived beyond the age of eighty. This shows how much energy and sheer vitality it takes to start a business.

Liu Chong pondered for a long time, and a light gradually ignited in his eyes, awakening his buried ambitions.

"Thank you for the wake-up call, brother!"

"No need to be polite." Liang Yue waved his hand. "I have graduated and I don't think I have anything to do. I have studied the Art of War. If you have nothing to do, you can study with me and learn martial arts from me."

Liu Chong looked at Liang Yue for a long time and said sincerely: "My dear brother, you are the one who can truly pacify the world."

This statement is true. His ambition is not entirely due to himself. He has 50% confidence because he knows that Liang Yue will help him.

After several months of contact, Liang Yue's talent is amazing.

In just a month, he became a master of the lower class. He also had a photographic memory and was familiar with the classics.

If he joined the army, he would be granted a title of nobility. If he joined the literary field, he would be appointed as a prime minister.

Unfortunately, my mind is not at peace and I spend all day pursuing the mysterious immortal path.

Mi Jiaoqu Shuai is the third generation of the Liu family. Liu Chong knew from a young age that this stuff was a scam, and he would never even look at the so-called magic spells.

But Liang Yue was too stubborn and could not be persuaded no matter what.

Liang Yue shook his head and said nothing, but gave the dry food he carried with him to the hungry people.

At dusk, the sun sets and everything turns golden. The oxcart faces the sun and its shadow gradually lengthens.

"Emperors, generals, and dynasties. Can they achieve immortality?"

(End of this chapter)