(This story is purely fictional, watch with caution.) ）
The Great Qi Dynasty, the Wu clan.
Wu Feng opened his heavy eyelids, and in a trance, a voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of his heart.
"Born to be a master, and to die as a ghost..."
An indomitable will filled the whole mind, occupying it strongly, and for a long time, Wu Feng woke up from half asleep and half dream.
The first thing that catches your eye is the dimly lit room and the large pine oil lamp on the bedside table.
Smelling the thick earthy smell in the air and the pungent smell of burning grease, Wu Feng's consciousness gradually recovered.
It had been a whole thousand years, and Yinji had finally let him reincarnate as a human being! It's a great feeling!
Wu Feng turned over with difficulty, familiarizing himself with his somewhat stiff body.
The original owner of this body was an eleven- or twelve-year-old boy, who was now covered with scars and several very serious internal injuries.
However, Wu Feng, who had been a lone ghost for a thousand years, had a chance to calculate this, as long as it was a man, the joy of rebirth made every cell in the body seem to be burning.
It's been a thousand years!
But why not reincarnation? Start with falling to the ground? Wu Feng was surprised.
There was only a wooden window on the rough rammed earth wall, small and tightly closed, and it was faintly possible to see through the window the same dark night outside, with the occasional dog barking and the sound of summer insects chirping.
Wu Feng struggled to get off the ground, moved a few steps, and soon sweated like pulp, and his clothes were soaked.
The weak body could not hide the excitement at the moment, even if the clothes stuck to the body did not feel uncomfortable.
Wu Feng experienced all this carefully.
"Long gone..."
The palm of his hand rubbed the warm touch that only the yang could have, no longer so cold, Wu Feng's nose was sour, and his eyes were wet.
In the previous life, Wu Feng was obsessed with love, and he was in love with the woman named Qiao Bailing, and the heavens and the earth would also be together, but the heavens did not go according to people's wishes, even if he became a ghost, when he arrived at Yinji, he was turned upside down.
If you can't be together, you can't be a ghost.
Wu Feng was furious, gathered the lone soul wild ghost, and in a daze, he became the ghost king and wanted to do a big job, but Yin Si let Qiao Bailing reincarnate.
Wu Feng was desperate, and there was a feeling that his angry punch was empty.
The Bodhisattva, the King of Jizo, remembered The Couple of Wufeng and Qiao Bailing, and then pointed out to him that after the twentieth life of Qiao Bailing, he would renew this relationship with him.
Wu Feng shed tears, removed his armor, and became a small official of the Yin Division, reading the scriptures for a thousand years for Qiao Bailing and himself, just to renew this world.
In the cramped room, Wu Feng struggled to move his feet in the darkness, and the tips of his fingers rubbed everything around him, deepening the long-lost and somewhat novel touch.
The furnishings of the house were simple, with a simple single bed in the back, a table next to it, and a simple bookshelf not far away, with a dozen books on it, and nothing else.
Wu Feng's fingers slid over the book, realizing what it felt like to be alive a thousand years ago.
At this moment, an inexplicable emotion suddenly surged up in the bottom of my heart, there was sadness, reluctance and helplessness, and a novel memory, a memory that belonged to the original owner of this body.
It turned out that the owner of this body was also called Wu Feng, twelve years old, an ordinary teenager of the Wu clan, only because he followed the hunter into the mountains to collect medicine, he was attacked by a beast, and he was seriously injured and could not return, and he saw that many doctors were still useless, and they had run out of oil.
The pictures in his mind flashed one by one, which was different from what he expected! Even if he had been a ghost for a thousand years, he couldn't believe it when he usually saw more mountains and seas and talked about Zaizhi!
It's a mythical world!
Wu Feng was born in sheng tang, saw the bustling Chang'an City, also went to the desolate small mountain village, and after the reincarnation of the woman named Qiao Bailing, he went to the Yangjian to see, secretly silently guarding her for a thousand years, twenty lifetimes, but this is not the Huaxia he is familiar with.
"Jizo King Bodhisattva! You yin me! Wu Feng turned away from anger.
No wonder that before leaving, the Bodhisattva, the king of Jizo, gave instructions to send things and accept him as an apprentice, and the ten halls of Yama each took out a great gift to send.
Thinking about it now, Wu Feng couldn't help but feel a chill in his back.
Since this is not Huaxia, then this matter is not simple, and when you think about it, it seems to be strange everywhere.
It is expected that Qiao Bailing was also reincarnated into this world, otherwise, when I go back, I will definitely turn him upside down!
For a long time, Wu Feng gradually calmed down.
With qiao bailing's thousand-year bondage, Wu Feng was not afraid of not finding her, but in this reckless world, it was really difficult to move without cultivating to a very high realm.
"Brother, how did you get up..."
In the corner, the petite figure sleeping on the floor quickly came to Wu Feng's side.
Combined with the memories that had just been integrated, Wu Feng knew that this was the sister Wu Yunxiang, who had been taking care of him for several days, only ten years old, but was very sensible.
"Brother, lie down, don't get cold." Wu Yunxiang touched Wu Feng, who was soaking wet on the back of his clothes, and panicked, afraid that his brother, who could not help the wind, would suffer from the wind chill again and directly hang up.
Little did she know that her real brother had been badly injured and had run out of lamp oil.
"Well..." Wu Feng felt an inexplicable sour feeling in his heart, and when he spoke the language of this world, he felt quite embarrassed.
As a thousand-year-old ghost Wu Feng, the soul power was naturally strong, after such a toss, instead of hanging up, the serious injury was much better.
Wu Feng lay down again, digesting the simple but complicated memories of the original owner of this body for only twelve years, and unconsciously fell into a deep sleep.
I don't know how long later, Wu Feng woke up from his sleep and was disturbed by an evil breath.
Something was approaching, passing directly through the window and entering the house.
"Spirits! Hmm, the last thing I'm afraid of is the spirit body..." Wu Feng, who has been a thousand-year-old ghost, has the peak strength of the ghost king himself, where will he be afraid of ghosts?
As soon as his mind moved, the discipleship gift from the Bodhisattva Of the Jizo King arrived in his hand.
It was a black wand, melted into the soul, formless and shadowless, large or small, and specially used to suppress evil demons.
Before the evil spirit could make further moves, Wu Feng directly swung his descending wand to suppress it.
Spike...
"Whoops..." A mournful cry echoed throughout the room.
"What's your name?" What are you doing here? "Wu Harvest harvested the wand and hung it above the evil spirit's head.
"The small one is called Fang Temple..."
It turned out that Wu Feng was seriously injured, and the Great Elder of the Wu Clan sent a lot of good medicine, which caused many clans to covet it, and even some people wanted to fall into the well, destroy his single seedling, and occupy his family's property.
Wu Feng is the eldest son, the next sister, the mother died early, only the father and son three people depend on each other.
In this world where gods and demons are rampant, although his father Wu Hai cannot become a strong man, he still has little achievements in business, but he has overlooked one thing, that is, he cannot be treated fairly in the world where the strong are respected.
"Surrender or die." Wu Feng instantly smoothed out the cause and effect, and said in a cold voice.
"I surrender, I don't want to die..." The evil man prostrated his head like a mashed garlic.
Wu Feng was disgusted, but he was not interested in this weak evil spirit, he was very disgusted, only because there was a desire to control the evil spirit in the newly integrated memory, so Wu Feng satisfied him, which was also a kind of reward for occupying this body.
Another reason was that Wu Feng had the means to make this evil spirit obedient, and there was no way to rebel.
The soul power penetrated the body, forming a soul seal and penetrating into the body of the evil spirit.
"You follow me for a while, and I can make you stand still, or I can make you disappear in an instant."
"Yes, master."
Wu Hai hugged the trembling Wu Yunxiang and comforted him, that terrible scream was really terrible, it was still very exciting for a little girl, at this moment Wu Yunxiang saw the evil trembling appearance, and he was not so scared.
"Brother, your appearance is much better, and you have become more powerful, can you play with me in the future?" The little girl took two steps closer to Wu Feng's body, probing her brain to observe the evil spirit in front of her, and she didn't have the fear she had just had, but more of curiosity.
"Well, no problem, brother teach you."
The language of this world, the memory of this body for twelve years, had been fully integrated into Wu Feng's memory.
Wu Feng knew that he was Wu Feng, and that Wu Feng was also him.
(To be continued)