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

Chapter 9: Cold Winter Days, Peaceful Lanterns (Seeking Follow-up Reading)

half year later.

The fifth day of the twelfth month is the La Day.

La Day is one of the oldest festivals in China. It was called Qingsi in the Xia Dynasty, Jiaping in the Yin Dynasty and Dalala in the Zhou Dynasty.

Early in the morning, the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

Liang Yue got up in the cold and frost. With his deep inner strength and true energy, even a little bit of cold air could not invade him.

Take out the medicine bag containing rhubarb, white atractylodes, cinnamon twig, saposhnikovia divaricata, Zanthoxylum bungeanum and other medicinal materials from the rice jar, then put the pot on the fire, put the rice wine and the medicine bag in to boil the wine.

This wine is called Tu Su wine. Drinking Tu Su wine on the Laba Festival can dispel cold and plague.

Liang Yue set up another jar, put in polished rice and a large amount of water, boiled it until half cooked, then put in radish, kale, Chinese cabbage, mustard greens, spring greens, garlic and celery, and cooked the seven-vegetable porridge.

It is not Mid-Autumn Festival yet in this era. The twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month is a festival of family reunion. The food today is better, and Liang Yue specially put some wild boar meat and tiger bones in it.

"Brother Liang!"

A man shouted from outside the door.

Liang Yue quickly went to the woodshed and took out wolf skins, fox furs, tiger skins and other items.

After pushing open the door, a carriage stopped at the door and a young man with a small moustache, short stature and a shrewd look got out.

This is Lin Jian, a businessman from a small aristocratic family in the south. He has been getting along well with Liu Chong and Liang Yue in the past six months and is also the main seller of prey.

"Here, red ganoderma, white ganoderma and other five kinds of ganoderma. There are ten pieces in total, a total of five strings of cash and three hundred coins, five strings of cash will do." Lin Jian glanced at the tiger skin and fox fur, "These are worth eighty-five strings of cash."

Fox fur and tiger skin are precious, but the price they get from hunters is not high, especially if the skin is not too big.

Lin Jian was about to move the money down, and Liang Yue reminded him: "Brother Lin, by the way, settle the debt I owed you."

"No rush, Brother Liang, if you are short of money, you can pay the bill later."

"No need."

In the end, I got twenty strings of cash.

Liang Yue put the herbs into the package, thought for a while before leaving, poured some Tu Su wine, and served some seven-vegetable porridge.

One person went up Lingyan Mountain.

The frost is biting and the cold fog is bone-chilling.

It rarely snows in Kuaiji, and the mountain wind is bone-chillingly cold.

It was icy and snowy, and there were fewer refugees outside the city. They didn't know where to hide from the frost, or they might freeze to death in some corner.

High in the mountains.

Liang Yue looked around. There was no one in the mountain at this time of year. A little rain and strong wind could cause someone to die of hypothermia.

He secretly used his true energy, his legs flashed with golden light, there was a hundred feet high in front of him, and he suddenly jumped down.

The strange gate of bird escape - bird step.

The whole person glided in the air.

The cold wind whistled by my ears and my clothes fluttered in the wind.

Liang Yue closed his eyes and enjoyed the freedom of flying.

The vastness is as if Feng Xu is riding the wind without knowing where it stops; the flutteringness is as if he is left alone in the world, becoming an immortal and ascending to immortality.

Flying and immortality are the ultimate dreams engraved in human blood.

Liang Yue felt that he was alone in this world, searching hard for the way to immortality; at this moment, he actually enjoyed this feeling a little bit. Life goes on endlessly from generation to generation, and only true immortals live forever in the world.

Slide five miles all the way.

Then they walked for another half an hour and finally arrived at the peach forest.

"What are you doing here in such a cold weather?" The old Taoist was practicing boxing outside the door, with steam rising.

"It's the Laba Festival now, so I'm bringing you some food. These are the most recent medicinal herbs."

Looking at the food in Liang Yue's hand, Shi Quanzi stammered and his eyes softened.

"come in."

In the past six months, Shi Quanzi had never invited Liang Yue into the house, but today was the first time.

As you step through the door, the smell of incense hits you.

It is not surprising to offer fruits, incense and candles to the wordless tablets and to worship the gods on the twelfth lunar month.

Next to the altar tablet was an antique oil lamp, with the soybean-sized light flickering.

This thing was unremarkable. Liang Yue glanced at it and no longer paid attention to it.

There is a bed on the right and a bookshelf on the left.

"Have you eaten? Let's eat together?" Shi Quanzi said.

"That's fine." The atmosphere was silent as they ate.

After the meal, Liang Yue glanced at the bookshelf. Apart from the common Shangshu, Analects of Confucius, and Five Classics, most of them were medical books on bronze, stone, and herbal medicines, as well as miscellaneous disease treatises written by previous generations.

Among them, an ancient book caught his attention. The pages were yellowed and the lines were cracked. It must have been read frequently.

There are six big characters written on it: Peaceful and Eternal Lantern.

You can tell at first glance that this isn’t from last week.

Liu Che created the Immortal Dew-Receiving Plate in the hope that the immortal would grant him the elixir of immortality, which triggered a wave of immortal-seeking among the people for hundreds of years. Among them, there are countless fabricated methods. In the past six months, Liang Yue has come into contact with many fake immortal methods, and he is almost like an expert in identifying methods.

The hermits in this world all seek immortality and ask for the way, and most of their books are so-called secret methods of longevity and elixirs for becoming immortals. For example, the hermit Song Tao who I met at the beginning, Liang Yue visited him once last month. This guy has 20 books on Taoism, but unfortunately none of them are real.

It is rare to find someone like Shi Quanzi who has his own unique magic.

"Senior, can I take a look?" Liang Yue pointed at the secret book.

"This? Take it back and read it." Shi Quanzi laughed dumbly, "When I was young, I practiced this method, but I didn't make any progress in three years. I advise you not to be too obsessed with it. A real man should focus on his achievements."

"I'll keep it in mind." Liang Yue said casually.

The Taiping Changming Lantern Flame is a magical instrument and belongs to the magic of the soul.

Those who practice the ever-burning lamp must prepare a temple incense lamp and make lamp oil with ghee, shark oil, paraffin, donkey glue, etc.

The most important thing is to light the lamp with the spirit and true energy; if the flame is burned successfully, the lamp flame will not go out for a long time; when the lamp does not go out, the spirit can communicate with the eternal lamp and use fireworks spells.

This lamp is usually placed at home for worship. You don't need to carry it with you when you travel far away. You can use the flame of the lamp to cast spells remotely.

This fire is not ordinary fire, but the real fire of a lamp.

Liang Yue took a quick glance.

"If this method is true, it will just make up for my own shortcomings."

The Bird's Escape Technique is too passive, while immobilization, illusion, gliding and bird summoning are all auxiliary techniques.

If the Eternal Flame of the Lamp can be cultivated, it will become an additional active spell.

Moreover, this method belongs to the "borrowing method", so the consumption should not be too great.

"Senior, I'll take it back and read it."

"Okay, walk slowly. Take the Earth Immortal Pill by the way!"

After Liang Yue went down the mountain, Shi Quanzi muttered to himself, his eyes swept across the ancient oil lamp, and said, "It seems that they are not their people."

That’s right, it was him that the Five Pecks of Rice Sect members were looking for that day.

During the Cao Wei period, the Taiping Dao and the Wudoumi Dao merged and were led by six great priests, using the Six Treasures of the Heavenly Master as their slogan. Shi Quanzi was the descendant of one of the great priests.

The members of the Five Pecks of Rice Sect were planning to look for him and use his banner to rally the Five Pecks of Rice faith scattered among the people of Kuaiji.

I thought Liang Yue came here with a purpose.

After half a year of observation, Shi Quanzi discovered that this boy really liked Xuan Dao.

"Heh... idiot."

Liang's house.

Grandmother basking in the sun.

The cold winter months are the time for family reunions.

A family of two, an old and a young, looking at each other, with few descendants and a deserted house, which suddenly feels a bit bleak and cold.

"Yue'er, find a good wife as soon as possible." Grandmother muttered to herself while she was drowsy.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door, and the little girl outside the door, with bright eyes and white teeth, said sweetly: "Hello, Uncle Liang!"

"Xiao Jue? Brother Liu?"

Liu Chong held a pile of food and said with a smile, "Let's spend it together."

Not far away, Lin Jian was holding a steaming roast duck and shouted, "Add me in!"

The three grown men got busy and the Liang residence suddenly became very lively.

Boom!
There was another knock on the door.

"Who else?"

When I opened the door, I saw a fair-faced young man standing outside. The cold wind made his ears red.

"Yingtai?"

In the cold winter, things seem to be getting a little lively.

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(End of this chapter)