Chapter 197: Bone Weighing Song Technique, Xuanke Viewing and Farewell Methods, Shou Lu Dazhai
Hongwen Museum.
Hongwen Museum is a literary classics institution of the Tang Dynasty. It is managed by Hongwen, a scholar, and has a school secretary, a bookkeeper, and so on.
Bachelor Liu Yan led Song Lin to a library.
Pushing open the heavy door, a damp and moldy smell hit my face.
There were dozens of rows of bookshelves inside. The bookshelves were covered with dust. Many books had rotted due to lack of maintenance over the years.
"This Zhaowen Pavilion contains miscellaneous books on unofficial history from the founding of the People's Republic of China to the first year of the founding of the People's Republic of China. Originally, no one took care of it. Now that you are here, you can sort out the books. From now on, your only task will be this. You don't have to participate in other chores."
Liu Yan said.
After all, it is not a mainstream classic. After years of war, the imperial court no longer has the energy to send people to manage it.
After Li Chun came to the throne, he worked hard to govern, reform the bad government, and weaken the feudal towns. Only after there were signs of Yuanhe's resurgence, this place was reopened.
Liu Yan was full of confidence that one day, while the Holy Lord was alive, Hongwen Hall would be restored to its former glory.
It's a pity that Liu Yan didn't expect that his holy master died a few days ago.
Now is the time to keep secrets and share the benefits among all parties.
Song Lin knew this very well, but did not say it explicitly.
If nothing else happens, this bench will probably sit on the bench for decades.
This is exactly what he wants. There are still many treasures in this era waiting to be discovered.
For the next month, Song Lin did not go to Wannian County to visit his uncle.
Instead, he searches for classics in this vast sea of books.
If all the books on the dozens of bookshelves were to be sorted and restored, it would probably take several generations of effort.
But who is Song Lin? He is a little immortal in the pill formation stage.
With a quick glance of his mind, he already understood the general outline.
Disappointingly, there are no mysterious secrets in this place. Most of them are travel notes and obscure unofficial histories.
Even so, these books also opened up a scene for Song Lin of the prosperous Tang Dynasty among warlocks.
The founding gods Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang, Zhai Qianyu who drove the dragon in Jiujiang, Luo Gongyuan who played in the world of mortals, Xing Hepu Bu who planned Chang'an, and even the fan monk Ye Fashan of the Tochar Kingdom in the Western Regions...
The records of all kinds of strange secrets are dizzying.
These are all spells with complete legal lines.
Whether it is Li Chunfeng or Yuan Tiangang's Qimen Dunjia, or Zhai Qianyou Luo Gongyuan's Xuanmen Pot Technique, or the wonderful methods from Lishan, Luofu, Shushan and other places, they all have merit.
Two hundred years later, these gods should still be here.
But I don't know where it went.
When Song Lin was reading the story, the news of the emperor's death was released.
For a moment, the world was shaken.
At night, the backyard of Zhaowen Hall.
Song Lin and a young man were sitting in a pavilion by the lake admiring the moon.
In front of him were turbid wine, boiled beef, pig's trotters, and a small plate of wild rice.
The young man is the school secretary of Zhao Wen Guan. Like Song Lin, this guy has a neglected current position.
"The death of the saint is really unexpected." Gu Feixiong sighed.
"Yes." Song Lin thought to himself, I have thought of it a long time ago and witnessed the death of Tang Xianzong with my own eyes.
"Now that the world is peaceful, we will eventually be able to make a difference."
"I think so too," Song Lin said perfunctorily.
It is impossible to have peace in the future.
After the resurgence of Emperor Xianzong of the Tang Dynasty, each of the several emperors became weak emperors, and the vassal towns that were about to be pacified were revived, and the conclusion was basically sealed.
Perhaps it was because of his hard work that Li Chun died so miserably.
"I hope the next saint will also be a wise king, otherwise it will be too chaotic."
Gu Feixiong said something treasonous while drunk.
He picked up a piece of beef, swallowed it in one gulp, chewed it hard, and drank so much that he almost burst into tears.
"Haha, Mingjun, Mingjun must be diligent! The emperor is also a human being, and sometimes we are lazy. No one can be diligent for decades."
Which emperor doesn't always want to be a wise king when he comes to the throne? After all, no one aspires to be a faint king at the beginning.
Being a wise king requires a venomous gaze to distinguish between loyal and traitors, extraordinary political means, diligence that ordinary people don't have, and self-discipline that lasts for decades.
Very few emperors in the entire Tang Dynasty achieved this, and many wise emperors became mediocre in the later stages of their careers.
Thinking about it carefully, I think it makes sense. The country is stable, so what’s the point of enjoying it? It’s easy for future generations to comment on the country from a God’s perspective. If you experience history personally, you might do worse than the so-called foolish king.
Hearing Song Lin's argument, Gu Feixiong was slightly startled, and then changed the topic: "By the way, have you found any books about reincarnation? Remember to tell me and I'll treat you to dinner then."
"not yet."
The emperor is dead, life must go on.
I originally wanted to visit my predecessor's uncle, Song Jie, but there have been a lot of people in prison recently, so I'm afraid I'll have to postpone it for a while.
Song Lin continued to indulge in books, looking for secrets from more than a hundred years ago.
The second year of immortality.
Li Heng enjoyed himself all day long, and the country's power gradually declined. Youzhou and Zhenzhou rebelled.
Song Lin went to visit his uncle. He had no children, only a twelve-year-old daughter named Pan'er, who was very cute.
The third year of immortality.
Gu Feixiong failed in the imperial examination, and Song Lin found a layer inside an ancient book.
"Bone Weighing Song Jue" is written on the interlayer.
"nice one!!"
Song Lin was overjoyed. Sure enough, he had found something. He actually found the secret left by the ancients in the mezzanine.
The bone-weighing song is a fortune-telling method. This song assigns different weights to the year, month, day and hour when a person was born.
Add these weights together, and then find the corresponding bone-weighing chant according to the weight, and you can calculate a person's life.
Of course, this is just an approximation and cannot be considered a very precise calculation.
And you don’t even need to practice, you just need to remember the corresponding weight of the year, month, day and hour of birth, and then the corresponding chant.
Song Lin experimented with the birth date of this body.
The bones of those born in the Year of Jiazi weigh one or two qian, and those born in the first lunar month weigh 6 qian...
A total of three taels.
The corresponding chant is:
"This is a life of unlucky fortune, and all the hard work will be in vain. I work hard to build a family, and when I get there, I will be in a dream."
"Ha... this fate is really miserable." Song Lin laughed at himself, no wonder he was targeted.
"It's a pity, it's of little use."
Designation is not very useful when it comes to fighting people.
But it’s good to learn.
You can choose disciples based on this.
I will use this method to select entry-level disciples for reference in the future. Of course, it is for reference only.
If fortune-telling was everything, the Taoist Plum Blossom Master's subordinates would have been all over the place long ago.
The fourth year of immortality.
Li Heng died from the poisonous elixir at the age of thirty.
Song Lin sighed after hearing this. There is indeed a pair of invisible hands in this world that controls everything.
The prince who hid in the palace late at night and watched his father being taken away could not escape this disaster after all.
Song Lin checked that the guy who made elixirs for the emperor was just an ordinary charlatan.
The new emperor Li Zhan came to the throne. There is no doubt that this emperor is also a fool.
The fifth year of immortality.
Song Lin took the time to return to reality.
The time flow rate in the story world is one to thirty.
In addition, the flow rate of Xiaojintan Cave is one to twenty.
The total is an astonishing one to six hundred.
That is, there are six hundred days in the story world, and one day in real reality.
It's more than one year, don't look at it for almost five years, the outside world only lasts three days.
"Master of the temple, the list of the first batch of Chuma Immortal disciples has been confirmed. There are twelve in the Xuanke Temple, five in the Five Ghost Temple, four in the Yunze Temple, and three in the Mandrill Temple."
Shi Yinhua stepped forward to report.
"Understood, in three days I will hold the 'Xuanke Farewell Dharma Receptor Great Fast' to receive the relics for you. At that time, I will notify the three temple masters to jointly issue the Ma Xian Dharma Receptacles."
Since it is a new dharma lineage, there must be a sense of ritual so that everyone around you can understand it.
It may be against the rules to accept death for a demon, but the boy general's death is also within the scope of others' acceptance.
Moreover, this Zhaijiao also has the effect of buying horse bones with thousands of gold.
Let some demons who are close to humans and Taoists with weak Taoism see some hope.
"If the enemy doesn't come, I will. This is a test of Huoyun's authority."
Song Lin thought.
"Forget it, let's just make it bigger and hype it up!"
At the same time, he asked Shi Yinhua to send an invitation letter to the nearby Taoist temple and Jungle's senior officials, including Huo Yun.
Wrote a letter to Zhixin.
Zhixin is a heavyweight guest.
The letter contained a few words about the fortune-telling method of bone weighing, some seemingly reasonable but half-truthful insights.