Chapter 1: Give Yourself Salvation at the Beginning

Qingfeng Mountain has undulating terrain like a dragon and a tiger, and the scenery is beautiful and rugged.

In a quiet place in the belly of the mountain, a young man in Taoist clothes, with a bun on his head, sat cross-legged. He had an extremely handsome face and just closed his eyes to rest, giving people a sense of tranquility.

But this kind of tranquility is very strange, just like an old Taoist who has passed away, with no self and no objects.

At this moment, a mosquito with long and thin legs was lying on his forehead, sucking blood. Its belly was swollen, and the glaring bright red of its translucent abdomen could be vaguely seen. It flapped its wings from time to time, but found that it could not fly.

Too full.

There was a camera stand in front of the Taoist priest, with a Warwick P20 placed horizontally on it. This is an old model from five years ago, but the shell is brand new and looks like it is nine layers new.

If you look closely at the screen on the phone, it seems that a live broadcast is going on, but the live broadcast room is not very lively as there are only a few tourists leaving messages in it.

I don't know what the point of live streaming is? After all, there are so few people watching.

However, this modern scene seems somewhat out of tune with the Taoist robe and the surrounding environment.

Suddenly, the Taoist priest opened his eyes, and an extremely sharp aura emanated from his pupils, which seemed to carry a trace of residual power.

The mosquito on the forehead was suddenly startled and flapped its wings violently, trying to fly away, but it was too full and fell to the ground like a plane crash, splashing a drop of blood.

The Taoist's originally peaceful face was replaced by one of astonishment, confusion, and even a hint of pain.

At this moment, my stomach was feeling waves of tearing pain, a kind of intestinal pain that comes from being starving. My body was extremely weak, as if it would fall down at the slightest breeze.

The Taoist grabbed the air with his right hand, trying to steady his body and use his magic power, but was surprised to find that there was no fluctuation of magic power in his body. His palm slipped from the air and finally supported on the ground, steadying his shaky body.

"This is……"

Zhang Changsheng looked around blankly. In front of him was a small pond for releasing animals into the wild. There were a few green lotuses planted on it. A small frog was basking in the water on a lotus leaf. There was also a golden coin turtle resting on the surface of the water, not moving at all.

In front of the pond, there stands a one-meter-high bronze tripod, with three large incense sticks surrounded by mist and emitting the scent of sandalwood.

"Taoist temple?"

Zhang Changsheng muttered to himself, suddenly thought of something, and turned back abruptly.

Behind him was a six-meter-high hall with the words "Xilong Temple" written on it. The plaque seemed to have not been repaired for some time, and there were obvious signs of termites gnawing at the corners. The word "Long" had moved to one side and turned into "Long".

His eyes passed through the gate and fell into the interior of the hall, where three majestic and solemn statues were placed.

He could recognize the three statues in front of him at a glance; they were the Three Pure Ones.

Because Zhang Changsheng knew the statue very well.

"Why are you here?"

Zhang Changsheng was puzzled. He was the youngest Heavenly Master in Qiankun Continent, with extraordinary talent. He was revered by the world as the reincarnation of the Taoist Ancestor. He was well versed in Taoism and was the only one in the world.

After just a hundred years of merit, the ascension ceremony was held in the ancestral temple, Mount Longhu. The great cultivators of the Supreme Dynasty, the four major sects, Buddhism, Confucianism, etc. came to watch the ceremony, which attracted worldwide attention!

After ascending to heaven, he should have ascended to the celestial palace, so why did he appear here? There is no spiritual energy around, just like the end of the Dharma era.

And his original mysterious magical powers seemed to disappear completely, and he suddenly turned into an ordinary person.

The next moment, Zhang Changsheng had a splitting headache, and a memory that did not belong to him came flooding in like a tide.

It was like a quick tour, and in an instant I experienced another person's life.

This person is also called Zhang Changsheng, he is 23 years old this year. When he was 12 years old, he suffered from serious illness and hallucinations. In order for him to survive, his family believed folk rumors and sent him to the Xilong Temple to become a Taoist monk.

Xilong Temple was once very popular, but it has gradually declined and is no longer as prosperous as it used to be. There is only one old Taoist and him in the temple.

Five years ago, the old Taoist passed away, leaving Zhang Changsheng alone.

Strangely enough, after the Taoist's treatment, his illness was cured, but his hallucinations became more serious. He developed a serious feeling of world-weariness and anorexia, as if a lonely soul was incompatible with this world, and he wanted to be free all the time. Although the Taoist had asked him to protect the Taoist temple before his death.

During the past five years, I have been cleaning the temple and burning incense and offering sacrifices every day.

As for the living expenses, he didn't have to worry about it. The money left by the old Taoist was just enough for his living expenses for the next five years.

In the past five years, in his spare time, he has been broadcasting live on the Fighting Cats platform, recording his daily life in the Taoist temple.

Today is his last day. His anorexia became more and more serious. He was unable to eat five days ago, but his Taoism was not enough to reach the level of fasting, so he eventually starved to death.

At the moment of death, Zhang Changsheng traveled over and took over this body.

In the mind, the two memories blended and finally merged into one.

"I see!"

"But, soul travel?"

As a former peerless heavenly master, Zhang Changsheng was naturally aware of the concepts of soul possession and reincarnation.

But this is the first time I've heard of someone inexplicably traveling to another time and space.

"Could there be a problem with the ascension..."

Zhang Changsheng recalled the day when he ascended to heaven and forcibly opened the passage between the two worlds, but encountered turbulence in the void... After waking up, he appeared here.

Zhang Changsheng shook his head. He couldn't explain the sudden change, but after years of practice, his heart was as solid as a rock and his face showed no joy or sadness.

Now that we are here, we should make the best of it. Wherever I am, it is a paradise.

This is the arrogance of a powerful cultivator.

The next moment, Zhang Changsheng waved his sword and recited some words.

As Zhang Changsheng's voice sounded, an illusory and blurry figure appeared above his head. After bowing slightly to Zhang Changsheng, it turned around and disappeared in the air, entering the cycle of reincarnation.

This can be considered as a way to save my soul.

Zhang Changsheng stood up calmly and dragged his weak body to the left side of the hall, where the dining hall was.

Even though his soul was that of a peerless master, his body was that of an ordinary person. Driven by a strong sense of hunger, he entered the dining hall.

The dining hall had an earthen stove that burned wood, a wooden dining table, two wooden stools, a rice jar, a water jar and a wooden kitchen cabinet. A few black pieces of bacon were hung upside down on the beams above the stove. It was extremely simple.

Relying on the original owner's memory, Zhang Changsheng opened the wooden kitchen cabinet with ease. In addition to bowls, chopsticks, plates and dishes, there were also Swiss rolls, Want Want snow cakes, French steamed buns and other food wrapped in plastic bags to fill the stomach.

This was very novel to him because there was no food with such unique packaging in the Qiankun Continent, but his memory told him that these things were edible.

Tearing open the plastic bag clumsily, Zhang Changsheng scooped up clean mountain spring water from the water tank in a bowl and drank it with bread, barely filling his stomach.

"This world seems to be very different from Qiankun Continent..."

Zhang Changsheng's mind was integrated with many of the original owner's memories. In the world he now lived in, cultivators were almost extinct, but there was something called "technology" that was extremely advanced and could allow ordinary people to fly into the sky and into the ground, and cross mountains and seas...

Zhang Changsheng walked out of the dining hall and returned to the entrance of the main hall. He picked up this thing called a mobile phone, opened it naturally, entered the password, and then logged into Baidu to browse the online consultation of this era...

"So this is the world..."

After more than an hour of browsing, the derivatives of modern technology matched the original owner's memories one by one... At this moment, Zhang Changsheng completely digested the complex information in his memory.

At this moment, at the main gate of the Taoist temple, a young girl's voice came from the temple: "Dad..."

(End of this chapter)