Chapter 1: The Little Beggar

In the vast human emperor universe, there is a hazy vast sea of stars in the starry sky. The sea of stars is one of the dangerous places, and if you don't have a certain strength to fall into the sea of stars, you will be swallowed by the sea of stars, and there is no possibility of survival. The mortal realm is divided into the Aoki Continent, the Firmament Continent, the Dragon God Continent, and the Red Sea. Terrans are one of the most iconic social creatures. In the mortal realm, after so many eras of development, a ruling class system headed by imperial power was formed. In a small town on the edge of the Aoki continent, people are busy with their lives, and the fishermen in the fishing port are collecting their nets and shouting:

"One, two, three! one, two, three!"

"Work harder, haha, it looks like there's a big fish today, come!" one of the fishermen exclaimed excitedly as he pulled his nets.

"One, two, three! one, two, three! one, two, three!

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"Hahaha, today's harvest is good, the big guy cleans up, come to my third family's house tonight!"

"The third child, we haven't tasted the sauerkraut made by your girl for a long time, hahahaha, go, definitely go." Another fisherman, with a thin face, wiped his sweat and looked back at him.

"Hahaha, yes, yes, let's go too!" the others chimed in.

In this remote town, the inhabitants are mostly simple and kind, and they exchange the goods they have earned from their labor with other people's needs. Even when you run out of money in the store, you can exchange your own things, and the emphasis is on the love between you. Everyone lives a peaceful and simple life of happiness and happiness.

But birth, old age, sickness and death are always heartbreaking, especially the death of a young man who has just reached the age of cardamom is always sad. There were no more than three hundred people in the whole town, and almost everyone had met. But today we all heard sad news:

"What, the little beggar who lives in the back mountain is dead, how did he die?"

There is a broken Taoist temple in the back mountain of the town, and a little beggar wandered four years ago. The little beggar is introverted, not good at words, and likes to be alone. Kind people arranged for him to come to this Taoist temple, and each family often brought their own food to help him on the pretext of incense. Human nature is good, and over time, the little beggar slowly opened his heart with the help of everyone, began to contact everyone and help do what he could. However, he still hasn't told everyone where he's come from.

The news of the little beggar's death blew like the wind to the whole town, and everyone invariably ran to the back mountain road. After a while, the gate of the tattered Taoist temple was full of old folks from the town, vying to visit one by one. A few white-bearded men walked inside, and the crowd automatically separated, and it seemed that these people should all be highly respected. When he walked inside, he found a little beggar lying quietly on a pile of straw in front of a stone statue, and an old man stepped forward and touched the little beggar's cold hand, and then shook it in front of his nose, without feeling a trace of breath. The old man shook his head at the others. Seeing this, the others all showed complicated expressions on their faces, some pity, some pity, some distressed・・・・・・