In troubled times, human life is cheaper than grass, and when you die, you can have a coffin and a place to bury it, and those are all big families, as for ordinary people, they either abandon their corpses in the wilderness, or dig a pit in the mass grave.

Mu Yi was picked up by an old Taoist priest in a mass grave.

Even his name was given by the old Taoist priest, and the tomb was the same, easy, and variable.

The year was 1894, the first day of the Qing Dynasty, the twentieth year of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty, Mu Yi was six years old, and there was no memory of the past.

In the same year, the seven kills entered the palace of life, the crape myrtle star was northern, the first day was defeated, and the world was in chaos.

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"Old man, you can go with confidence, I will definitely fulfill your last wish and marry a three-room concubine in the future."

The old Taoist priest died, which was certainly a little sad for Mu Yi, but after shedding two tears, there was no more.

He followed the old way for eight years, the young grew up, and the old one died.

In the past eight years, if you can describe it in four words, it is - swagger and deception.

At the beginning, Mu Yi thought that Lao Dao had real skills, curing diseases, telling fortunes, catching ghosts, and exorcizing evil spirits, whether it was the upper ninth rate or the lower ninth rate, there was almost nothing he wouldn't know, but it turned out that he was an old liar.

Mu Yi has fled with Lao Dao countless times, and he has been beaten countless times, but he has never complained about Lao Dao, because if it were not for Lao Dao, he would have starved to death, and even in the past eight years, Mu Yi has learned how to survive in this world.

But Lao Dao is old after all, and in his words, he fought to the death with the enemy back then, and he was fundamentally injured, and it is already a gift from God to be able to survive for so long.

Mu Yi retorted a few words at first to this kind of nonsense, and then he only pretended not to hear it.

In fact, in the last half a year or so, Lao Dao's health was no longer good, and Mu Yi asked him to stop many times and use his savings to buy a piece of land in the countryside to spend his last days.

But Lao Dao said that he has been walking all his life, even if he dies, he will die in this river and lake, Mu Yi still does not understand his persistence.

Funiu Mountain, the mountain temple, is the last stop for the two.

This mountain temple has been abandoned for several years, Mu Yi cleaned up, barely able to live in, he wandered the rivers and lakes with Lao Dao, never had a home, but at the end of Lao Dao's life, he had an unprecedented impulse, that is, to have a home.

So he made this mountain temple his home, so that Lao Dao would not die in the wilderness.

In the end, Lao Dao still died, according to custom, he guarded the spirit for Lao Dao for three days, and then buried Lao Dao between the two wild pines behind the mountain temple, so many years, he followed Lao Dao to listen more, saw more, plus a little talent, more or less proficient in Feng Shui.

The bright red willow coffin, coupled with the evergreen feng shui here, may be able to become a big official in the next life.

This year, Mu Yi was fourteen years old, his figure was not straight, slightly inferior to that of an adult, and his face was not handsome, which could only be described as delicate, only those clear eyes, without a trace of impurities.

Whenever Mu Yi bends the corners of his mouth, revealing a little dazed, it will give people a sense of innocence, when walking the rivers and lakes, this trick brings him great convenience, at least he doesn't look like a bad person, but it is easy to leave a good impression on people.

On the first day of Lao Dao's earth, he didn't do anything, he sat at the door of the Taoist temple in a daze, letting the autumn sun shine on his body, if you look closely, you will find that his gaze is not focused.

After the sun set, Mu Yi simply made something to eat, and then went back to the room where the wind leaked on all sides and lay down.

There was a table in the room with a leg missing, and an oil lamp was placed on it, and the orange halo the size of a small fingernail could not clear the darkness, but it was still clear that Mu Yi's so-called bed was actually a door panel with a futon on it.

The table and bed were originally in the temple, the oil lamp was the 'treasure' left by the old way, and the bedding was bought in the town under the mountain, so it barely became a home.

Lying on the bed, Mu Yi couldn't fall asleep for a long time, he didn't think about the old way, he just felt lonely.

He didn't know who his parents were, he was six years old when Lao Dao picked him up, but he didn't have any memories of before he was six years old, and he didn't have any marks on his body, and there was no jade pendant or anything.

He never thought of going to his biological parents, except for the blood relationship, he couldn't think of any reason to go to them, as for kneeling on the ground as soon as they met, calling his father and mother with tears in his eyes, he felt that he couldn't do it, his only relative was Lao Dao, but Lao Dao died, so he was alone.

Mu Yi thought about it a lot, and unconsciously he thought of the words that Lao Dao kept pulling him to say two days before his death, although those things sounded absurd and outrageous.

He doesn't have the ability to forget, and his memory is at most slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, but somehow, every word that Lao Dao said in the last two days is clearly imprinted in his mind, and he can't forget it.

Lao Dao told him that there were immortals in this world before, traveling in the north sea in the twilight, and the yellow springs fell on the poor, but since the pre-Qin period, the aura of heaven and earth began to gradually dry up, until the end of the Ming Dynasty, with the complete subversion of the Han family, the last trace of aura between heaven and earth has disappeared, and the cultivation of true qi has become a unique sound.

However, in addition to cultivating the true and practicing qi, there is also a path, called the path of the divine soul, which does not require the aura of heaven and earth, because this path is mainly to discover the secrets of the human body and major in the cultivation of the divine soul.

There are four major difficulties in the way of the soul, namely, one is difficult to move, two is difficult to sense, three is difficult to get out of the body, and four is difficult to see God.

These four difficulties are more difficult and dangerous than the other, especially the last to see the gods, but only exist in legends, the old Tao said that he walked to the sixth level of induction when he was young, and failed to step through the seventh level when he broke through, so that he fell short.

Mu Yi didn't want to believe this, but what Lao Dao left him was too detailed, and even the oil lamp was said to be the most suitable treasure for him, but it would only be used when he reached the out-of-body and smelted his natal life in the future.

"Maybe you can give it a try?"

Mu Yi was taken aback by his thoughts, but he didn't try it immediately, although he was only fourteen years old, his eight-year career in the rivers and lakes had already cultivated his calm character, and he didn't think that his current state of mind was suitable for cultivation.

Especially according to the old way, the path of the divine soul is extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will never recover.

The night passed in a hurry.

The day after Lao Dao was buried, Mu Yi went down the mountain to buy axes, saws, and nails.

He knew that autumn would soon pass, and he knew what a house with wind on all sides meant in winter.

Funiu Mountain is lush with trees, and there are countless big trees for decades.

After three days in a row, the mountain temple finally changed, not as good as it was in its heyday, but it was also presentable, and there was no need to worry about the cold north wind and heavy snow in winter.

Mu Yi's room is located in the west wing of the mountain temple, which is connected to the main hall.

There were new tables, stools, and a large bed in the house, and the remaining tree trunks for the furniture were all cut into pieces by Mu Yi and piled up in a corner of the main hall for winter heating.

The main hall was cleaned up by him, so that the original snakes, rats, spiders and other things also moved one after another.

The only thing Mu Yi didn't move was the statue of the mountain god enshrined in the temple, and even went down the mountain to buy some tribute, respectfully incense, and made clear the meaning of his borrowing, which was also one of the reasons why he chose the West Wing.

If there is an idol in the temple, it is the land of the Lord, and if you take it without telling it, it is for theft, and if the idol has a spirit, it will bear cause and effect.

He has been following the old way for so long and there has been no accident in the rivers and lakes, because they know the rules and never overstep them, even if they cheat, they will make up for it on the other hand.

The fourth day of Lao Dao's burial is also the first seven soul days.

Mu Yi burned some paper money in front of Lao Dao's grave, and drank a pot of wine with Lao Dao, wine is Lao Dao's favorite, but he never allowed Mu Yi to drink, once, Mu Yi secretly drank a glass, that was the first time he drank, when he shook his body, drunk and hazy told Lao Dao that he didn't drink, was slapped by Lao Dao.

But since then, Lao Dao has never taken care of him, but Mu Yi has lost interest in wine.

This was Mu Yi's second time drinking, and it was also the second time he was drunk, so he went to bed early at night and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Mu Yi dimly heard some sounds from the hall, some of which were not real, until a huge rumbling sound came, and Mu Yi suddenly got up from the bed.

At this moment, all the wine woke up.

"Someone!"

This is Mu Yi's first reaction, but in the middle of the night, the third watch, and the barren mountain and the temple, who is coming?