There is a county in Bactria .

There is a grave in the county.

There was a grave watchman at the head of the grave, called Yu Chen.

On this day, it was a cold winter, and it was dusk.

In the Qingfeng Mausoleum, the mottled tombstones are horizontal and vertical, and the tenacious weeds are all over the place. In the silence, only a few unknown wild birds hovered noisily, as if they wanted to find something to eat in this cold winter wax moon.

But this Qingfeng Mausoleum is full of poor people and nameless corpses, where is there any knife head fat meat for them to feast on?

If you really want to say it, it is at the gate of this cemetery, under the door of the earthen house, on the small bench, a shabby young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes is holding a bowl of hot porridge.

But most of the wild birds couldn't look down on this white porridge like clear water, and after swaying it twice, they flapped their wings and flew away.

Shabby!

To put it bluntly, it's just two words, shabby!

But how can such a grave group, which is no better than a mass grave, be called a mausoleum?

To put it bluntly, it is still the superficial work of the imperial court - under the rule of Great Xia, the place where the dead are buried, regardless of whether they are high or low, are called mausoleums.

A short time later, under the setting sun, the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps.

The stout corpse mover, dressed in linen and wearing a yellowed sweat scarf, had two thick hemp ropes tied to his armpits, and the hemp ropes were attached to the worn cart, which creaked and creaked as he dragged them.

On the cart, there is a person lying down.

If you look closely, you are in your fifties, with a rickety figure, stiff limbs, a blue face, a smile, and frost between your mouth and nose, where is a living person?

The corpse mover walked to the front of the mausoleum, nodded to the young man drinking porridge, pulled the corpse into the cemetery, found a random open space, removed the shovel from the cart, and began to dig a pit.

The young man drinking porridge moved his eyes to the frozen corpse, and noticed that it was a little familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, it was actually the beggar who asked for food all year round on the dry bridge in the county town under the mountain.

Looking at that appearance, I'm afraid I'm freezing to death.

"Evil ......" The young man drank the white porridge in the bowl in one gulp, sighed, and turned back to the house.

When he came out again, the corpse movers had buried the beggar's body in the earth, and a wooden tablet had been placed diagonally on the grave, but nothing was written.

No name, no surname.

Perhaps, but no one knows.

The young man looked at the brand-new grave and was a little distracted.

- Half a year later, will I be buried somewhere on the road to exile like the beggar in front of me?

His name is Yu Chen, and he is temporarily the guardian of the Qingfeng Mausoleum in Weishui County.

But it stands to reason that this errand of visiting the grave is not in demand, so why should it be said temporary?

Because Yu Chen is a sinner.

As the name suggests, descendants of sinners.

When he was a child, Yu Chen's father and mother were still on errands, but when he was five years old, the two of them didn't know what happened and were dragged to the execution ground and beheaded.

The last thing Yu Chen saw them was two angry round heads, sprayed with hot blood, gurgling and rolling in the air a few times before smashing into the snow.

Later, Yu Chen was also implicated and became a descendant of sinners.

According to the criminal law of Great Xia, those who commit crimes will be exiled to Mobei when they are twenty years old.

——This is not because of the benevolence of the imperial court, but because he is not yet twenty years old, and he does not have a strong body, so it is impossible for him to go to Mobei alive.

Although Yu Chen has never left Weishui, let alone where Mobei is, he has heard those old rivers and lakes who have seen the world say that those who went there have never returned.

And this year, Yu Chen is already nineteen, and in the summer, it will be the beginning of his path to exile.

It is also possible that it is the end of his life.

So sometimes Yu Chen also fantasizes that if he lived in the world of "his previous life", at least he would not be implicated because of the crimes of his relatives, right?

Yes, in addition to the identity of this tragic criminal, Yu Chen also has a memory in his mind that does not belong to him at all.

Memories of another world.

Since Yu Chen can remember, some inexplicable memories have popped up in his mind from time to time.

A steel box with four wheels that can run on its own is called a car; A mirror that can see other people's looks thousands of miles away is called a mobile phone; The moving picture scroll is called a TV ...... Those memories are chaotic and inexplicable, but as more and more emerge, they gradually outline another world, the memories of another person's life.

These memories are imperceptibly affecting Yu Chen.

For example, when you think about the identity of your own sinner, the perception of this world will say - the king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die, not to mention the people?

But another memory always gives birth to some big rebellious thoughts.

What kind of prince will Xiangning have?

The puff was furious, and blood splattered three feet!

The emperor takes turns to do it, and this year comes to my house!

But even though these rebellious and uninhibited thoughts would rise in Yu Chen's heart, he never told anyone about them.

Because the memories of the two lives made him understand that even if he really wanted to rebel, he would either have power, money, or people, or he would have to be the ethereal ...... Alchemist.

But Yu Chen, as a sinner, has nothing.

You can't study, you can't practice martial arts, you can't be a businessman, you can't be an official, you can only do some low-level jobs, such as visiting graves.

Yu Chen began to look at this Qingfeng Mausoleum at the age of thirteen, and it was more than six years since he saw it.

This year is his last year.

Shaking his head and throwing the chaotic thoughts out of his mind, Yu Chen pushed open the door and entered the house.

But suddenly, another strange memory flooded into his mind.

After sorting it out, he found that this was the last memory of his "previous life" - when he was riding in the kind of transportation called a car, he had a car accident and died with a whimper.

So far, all the memories of the "previous life" have been known by Yu Chen.

"This is knowing that I am also dying, and I have seen all my previous life?"

Yu Chen laughed at himself.

I thought that the memory of the so-called "previous life" was over here.

However, this is not the case.

Just as that last memory flooded into his mind, Yu Chen felt his head spin for a while.

Fainted.

As if in a dream, it seemed to have entered his own spirit, and it was pitch black.

Just as Yu Chen was stunned, a huge scroll appeared in the void, with a black and gold color all over it, lingering in black and white light, depicting the scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Unfold slowly.

Suddenly, a mysterious and ancient picture scroll appeared in front of Yu Chen's eyes.

Under the thick fog, a rough and cold stone bridge is connected to the mighty and rushing river, and at the end of the stone bridge, two rows of heavenly pillars that seem to be cast in green copper stand up, arching and guarding a cold and majestic dark hall.

At the same time, the ethereal and solemn chanting echoed in Yu Chen's ears.

"The sage is unjust, for his own selfishness, breaks off reincarnation, and makes up for himself, so that the heavenly principles collapse, and life and death are impermanent......"

The voice rumbled, like a roar, and like a mournful roar, as if it had magical power, which made Yu Chen's heart also rise with a deep sense of pathos and anger.

But that feeling was just a fleeting moment.

Dreams shattered.

When Yu Chen opened his eyes again, there was still a simple room in front of him, a bed, an old yellow wood table, and smoke from the embers on a broken stove.

"What weird dreams?"

Although it is a dream, everything I have just seen is vivid and real.

Yu Chen shook his head and muttered to himself.

Then he lay down on the crumbling old bed and prepared to sleep.

In a trance, half asleep and half awake, it is the time for good dreams.

Yu Chen heard the sound of crying, echoing in his ears, as if it was close to far away, cold and ethereal, and gloomy.

"Hungry ......"

"I'm hungry......"

"Katsura Cod ......"

The cold sound is endless.

Yu Chen opened his eyes in a daze.

The scene in front of him made him feel agitated, and he didn't feel sleepy!

I saw a ghost figure at the head of the bed, on the gray earth, creeping up, with a pale face, a cloak of hair, and three feet of salivation!

Isn't that the beggar buried in the daytime?

It was surrounded by white mist, spitting out cold air, surrounding its ears, almost making Yu Chen almost freeze to death!

In a desperate situation, he casually picked up a heavy object on the side of the pillow, and he was very nervous!

"Unjust creditor! Go and find the one who killed you! Don't make a mess here, otherwise tomorrow you will be set to look forward to the Qi Division, and ask the Taoist Master to get rid of you! ”

But the ghost, as if he could not understand his words, just kept murmuring,

"Katsuna Cod...... Cinnamon cod ......"

Getting closer!

At this moment, Yu Chen was already in a tremble, but he couldn't think of a way to break the situation for a while!

See, the stakes are at stake!

But there was a sudden change!

I saw that the heavy object he had picked up casually before, buzzing and shaking!

Yu Chen turned his head to look, but he saw that the scroll in his dream before, I don't know when it was held in his hand, and he couldn't stop shaking, as if he was going to fly out!

The ghost sent the gods, Yu Chen put his hands down!

The black gold scroll suddenly flew into the sky, and it opened suddenly, and the golden light was released!

It was as if an endless suction force was coming, sucking the ghosts on the ground into it!

Then Huaguang was restrained, and there was no trace of strangeness, and it fell steadily into Yu Chen's hands.

The young man watched the grave man's palpitations were not gone, and his heart was beating like a drum!

He slowly unfolded the scroll, and saw the endless scrolls in it, the names of which came to mind.

Heaven and earth live and die, the cycle of all things, and it is written into a book, and its name is reincarnation.

- Saving people!

I saw that in the scripture called "Duren", between the fog, on the bank of the Yellow Spring, the creeping ghost shadow went there!

At the same time, at the beginning of the scroll, a line of smoky gray characters emerged.

[Scripture holder: Yu Chen]

[Position: None]

[Taoxing: None]

【Divine Power: None】

After that, there is a line of floating text that looms.

【All Wishes for Nine Qualities】

【Lihe Gui Cod】

[Time limit: 12 hours]

【Reward】

The text is quite concise, but Yu Chen inexplicably understands the meaning.

In layman's terms, it is the ghost's wish to eat a cod from the Lihe River, and help him get it in twelve hours, and after fulfilling the wish, there will be benefits.

Hand pinching the human scriptures, its material is like gold and non-gold, like cloth and non-cloth, with the experience of two lives, Yu Chen calmed down a little.

The common sense of this life tells him that if something goes wrong, there must be a demon, report it to the government, and if it is meritorious, he will not be able to offset his sins and spend his life in peace.

But the cognition of the previous life was scolded!

Revenge you!

Anyone who has seen the starting point knows!

Hang, arrived!