My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 197 Calling the Bone Song Jue
Hongwen Museum.

Hongwen Museum is an institution of classic literature in the Tang Dynasty, managed by a bachelor of Hongwen, and there are school scribes and Zhuo lang under his command.

Bachelor Liu Yan led Song Lin to a library pavilion.

Pushing open the heavy door, a damp and musty smell rushed over.

There are dozens of rows of bookshelves inside, and the bookshelves are covered with dust. Due to the lack of maintenance all year round, many books have rotted.

"This Zhaowen Pavilion contains miscellaneous books on unofficial history from the founding of the country to the first year of the founding of the country. No one took care of it. Now that you come here, you can sort out the books. This is your only task in the future, and you don't need to participate in other chores."

Liu Yan said.

After all, it is not a mainstream classic. After years of wars, the imperial court no longer has the energy to send people to manage it.

Li Chun ascended the throne and made great efforts to govern, reformed the bad government, and weakened the feudal towns. After there were signs of Yuanhe Zhongxing, this place was reopened.

Liu Yan is full of confidence, the Holy Master is alive, and one day, Hongwen Museum will be restored to its former grandeur.

It's a pity that Liu Yan didn't expect that he, the Holy Master, died a few days ago.

Now it's just a time to keep secrets and divide up the interests of all parties.

Song Lin knew this well, but didn't say it clearly.

If nothing else, this cold bench is estimated to sit for decades.

This is exactly what he wants, there are still many treasures waiting to be discovered in this era.

For the next month, Song Lin did not visit his uncle in Wannian County.

Instead, search for classics in this vast sea of ​​books.

If the books on dozens of bookshelves are to be sorted out and restored, it may take several generations of hard work.

But who is Song Lin?But the little fairy in the alchemy stage.

With a sweep of Divine Sense, he already understood the general idea.

Disappointingly, there are no strange secrets in this place, most of them are travel notes and unofficial histories.

Even so, these books also unfolded a scene for Song Lin in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Li Chunfeng, the founding god of the country, Yuan Tiangang, Zhai Qianyou, who drives the dragon in Jiujiang, Luo Gongyuan, who plays with the world of mortals, Xing and Pubu, and even Ye Fashan, a monk from Tocharo in the Western Regions...

It records all kinds of strange secret methods, which is dizzying.

These are spells with a complete lineage.

Whether it is Li Chunfeng, Yuan Tiangang's Qimen Dunjia, Zhai Qianyou Luo Gongyuan's Xuanmen Pot Technique, or the magical methods of Lishan, Luofu, Shushan and other places, all have their merits.

In the past 200 years, these gods should be there.

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 time, the world shook.

At night, the backyard of Zhaowen Pavilion.

Song Lin sat with a young man in a pavilion by the lake to watch the moon.

In front of him was turbid wine, boiled beef, pig's trotters, and a small plate of wild rice.

The young man is the school secretary of Zhaowen Hall. Like Song Lin, this guy is a neglected incumbent.

"The death of the saint is really unexpected." Gu Feixiong sighed.

"That's right." Song Lin said in his heart. I had thought about it a long time ago, and I also witnessed Tang Xianzong's death with my own eyes.

"The world is peaceful now, and there will be a day when I will come out."

"I think so too." Song Lin said perfunctorily.

It is impossible to hope for peace in the future.

After the resurgence of Emperor Xianzong of Tang Dynasty, each of the emperors was a faint king, and the feudal towns that were about to be pacified have revived, and it can basically be concluded.

Perhaps it was precisely because of his hard work that Li Chun died so miserably.

"I hope the next saint is also a Mingjun, otherwise it will be too messy."

While drunk, Gu Feixiong said something outrageous.

He picked up a piece of beef, swallowed it in one gulp, chewed it hard, and drank heavily, choking him to tears.

"Haha, Mingjun, Mingjun must be diligent! The emperor is also a human being, and we sometimes get lazy. It is impossible for anyone to be as diligent as a day for decades."

Which emperor didn't want to be a Mingjun when he came to the throne?After all, no one aspires to be a foolish king from the beginning.

To be a wise king requires the vicious gaze to distinguish loyalty from traitors, extraordinary political means, diligence that ordinary people do not have, and self-discipline that lasts for decades.

In the entire Tang Dynasty, very few emperors did this, and many wise emperors became fatuous in the later stages of their careers.

Thinking about it carefully, I think it is reasonable. The country is stable, so what's the matter with enjoying it?It is easy for future generations to comment on the country from the perspective of God. If you experience history in person, you may do worse than the so-called faint king.

Hearing Song Lin's argument, Gu Feixiong was slightly taken aback, and then changed the subject: "By the way, have you found any books about reincarnation? Remember to tell me, and I will treat you to dinner then."

"not yet."

The emperor is dead, and life must go on.

I originally wanted to visit my predecessor's uncle Song Jie, but recently many people have been imprisoned, so I'm afraid I have to postpone it for a while.

Song Lin continued to indulge in the sea of ​​books, looking for the secrets of more than a hundred years ago.

Shangxian's second year.

Li Heng enjoyed himself all day, the country gradually declined, and Youzhou and Zhenzhou rebelled.

Song Lin went to visit his uncle, who had no children except a 12-year-old daughter named Pan'er, who was very cute.

Shangxian's third year.

Gu Feixiong failed the imperial examination, and Song Lin found a gap in an ancient book.

On the interlayer is written "Song of the Bone".

"good stuff!!"

Song Lin was overjoyed, he really let himself find something, and found the secret left by the ancients in the interlayer.

Said bone song is a method of fortune-telling. This song assigns different weights to the year, month, day and hour of a person's birth.

Add these weights together, and then find the corresponding bone weighing formula according to the weight, and you can calculate a person's life.

Of course, this is just an approximation, not such a subtle calculation.

And you don't even need to practice, you just need to remember the weight corresponding to the date of birth, and then correspond to the formula.

Song Lin experimented with the birth date of this body.

Born in the year of Jiazi, the bone weight is one or two qian, and the bone weight in the first month is six qian...

A total of three or two whole.

The corresponding verse is:
"This life is not going to work, and all the hard work and work are in vain. I work hard to make a family, and it will be a dream at that time."

"Heh... this fate is really miserable." Song Lin laughed at himself, no wonder he was targeted by him.

"Unfortunately, it's not very useful."

Designation is not very useful for fighting with people.

But it's good to learn.

You can choose the doorman based on this.

In the future, I will use this to screen introductory disciples for reference, of course, it is only for reference.

If fortune-telling decides everything, the Taoist Plum Blossom mage's subordinates would have already run all over the place.

The fourth year of Shangxian.

Li Hengdan died of poisoning at the age of 30.

Song Lin sighed when he heard the words, there is indeed a pair of invisible hands controlling everything in this world.

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 alchemy for the emperor was just an ordinary charlatan.

The new emperor Li Zhan came to the throne, there is no doubt that this is also a fool.

Shangxian fifth year.

Song Lin took the time to return to reality.

The time flow rate of the story world is one to thirty.

In addition, the flow rate of Xiaojintan Cave Sky is one to twenty.

The total is an astonishing one to six hundred.

That is to say, there are six hundred days in the story world, and one day in the real reality.

One is more than one year, don't look at it for almost five years, the outside world is only three days.

"Monastery Master, the list of the first batch of apprentices of the Immortal Immortals has been confirmed. There are 12 people from the Xuanke Temple, five from the Five Ghost Temple, four from the Yunze Temple, and three from the Mandrill Temple."

Shi Yinhua stepped forward to report.

"Understood. Three days later, I will hold the 'Xuanke Farewell to the Enlightenment' for you to receive the inscriptions. At that time, I will notify the three temple masters to jointly issue the Immortals' inscriptions."

Since it is a new dharma lineage, there must be a sense of ritual to let everyone around know it.

It might be against the rules to receive a talisman for a demon, but the Boy General's talisman is also acceptable to others.

And this fasting ceremony also has the effect of buying horse bones with thousands of gold.

Let some monsters who are close to human beings and Taoists who are not strong in Taoism see a little hope.

"If the enemy doesn't come, I will come. This is a test of Huoyun's authority."

Song Lin thought.

"Forget it, let's make it bigger and hype it up!"

At the same time, he asked Shi Yinhua to send an invitation letter to nearby Taoist temples and high-level jungle officials, including Huoyun.

I wrote a letter to Zhi Xin.

Zhixin is a heavyweight town hall guest.

On the letter, there were only a few words about the fortune-telling method by calling the bones, some seemingly reasonable but half-truths.

(End of this chapter)