[(This chapter mainly introduces the protagonist’s life experience and the cheat arrangement. You can skip and read the second chapter directly. Please note that the first chapter is related to the final ending)]
Some people have everything in the world, while some people have nothing.
Some people go straight to heaven after death, and some people go straight to hell after death.
"My friend, please stay!"
In the alley, an old beggar who looked like a fairy but was actually dressed in rags pulled a young man.
"I think your life is in danger. There is a wonderful book here, the old Taoist, that can save you from danger. All you need is this number!"
The old beggar held out five fingers with a very serious expression.
The young man he held looked a little decadent. He did not dislike the old beggar's dark hands, but forced a smile.
"Five dollars?"
"Hey! Five yuan is not enough for a bowl of beef noodles with chopped green onions, it's fifty yuan!" the old beggar said dissatisfied.
Looking at the brand new book in the old beggar's hand, and then at his disgraced face, the young man showed helplessness on his face.
He took out a twenty yuan sheet from his pocket and handed it to the old beggar.
"Take it, old man. I have something else to do, so I won't chat with you all the time."
The young man's eyes were dull, he handed the money to the old beggar and turned around to leave.
Looking at the lonely back of the young man, the old beggar sighed spiritually.
"Alas, do we really have to repay the karma we owed in our previous lives in future generations?"
"Forget it, I, Li Changsheng, will end this karma today and give you peace for the rest of your life!"
The old beggar's eyes suddenly brightened, and then he moved and disappeared.
Only the book that fell to the ground was left, with "Self-Rescue Guide by Wearing Books" written on it.
…
Bai Mo was walking aimlessly on the street. Just now, the hospital sent a critical illness notice.
His adoptive mother passed away at 6:18 am on July 26.
Thinking about his life, he was abandoned by his parents at birth and later moved into the Tomato Orphanage. The director's grandfather also passed away when he was six years old.
God showed mercy and allowed him to be adopted by a kind-hearted middle-aged couple.
But this is not the case. When she was eight years old, her adoptive father passed away due to work, and her adoptive mother was too sad and her health deteriorated.
Now he is only seventeen years old, but even his last relatives have left him.
It was as if he had been abandoned by this world. Even though God had never given it to him from the beginning, he still wanted to take away what he had.
In the past few days, he had had a dream, in which mountains of corpses and seas of blood surged into the sky, and flowers withered and yellow sand filled the ground.
He didn't know why he had such a dream, but a voice in his heart told him that his miserable life was related to that dream.
In front of the traffic light, Bai Mo thought about the meaning of life alone.
Why do people live?
In other words, what is he living for?
Is it for the parents whom I have never met, or for the loneliness hidden deep in my heart, or for experiencing the departure of my adoptive parents from my side.
Bai Mo stretched out his hand and looked at the red rope tied by his adoptive mother's hand on his wrist, his eyes in a daze.
He only remembered that day when he left the orphanage. In the orphanage, a middle-aged couple held the hand of a young child.
The young child was a little confused, with unknown fear in his eyes.
The middle-aged woman knelt down, gently stroked the child's head, and took out a red rope from her bag.
"This is a red rope that symbolizes family! Tie this red rope and it will be marked as a family! Mo'er will never get lost again."
"Because, from now on, we are a family."
family……
Bai Mo hates himself so much! I hate that I am incompetent and can only watch the people closest to me lying on the cold bed in the hospital.
He could only watch his adoptive mother crying alone every night but she had to pretend to be strong in front of him.
Dudu!
Just when Bai Mo fell into deep self-blame, a big red truck made a harsh roar.
The crowd screamed and fled, and Bai Mo subconsciously raised his head.
I only saw the driver's hurriedly fiddling with the steering wheel and panic-stricken eyes.
bump!
Along with a violent crash, the sky changed color and everything was crimson.
"Come on! Someone has been hit. Call an ambulance."
"Hurry up and fight the demon spirit, the demon spirit!"
In front of the intersection, the crowd was in chaos. Some people were making calls with their mobile phones, some were covering their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs, and some were covering their eyes to avoid looking directly.
Bai Mo lay quietly in the middle of the road, blood pouring out of his chest, turning him into a bloody man.
He clenched the red rope tightly, feeling dizzy.
Even though I am only seventeen years old, I still feel the warmth that others can easily touch.
It's really far away...
Slowly, his eyes gradually became distracted, and a strong and unwilling emotion surged from the bottom of his heart.
It’s resentment and commemoration!
——Underworld
"My lord, something is wrong! Something is wrong!"
In the underworld, a sinister man hurriedly broke into the main hall.
"What's wrong? I'm very good!"
Above the main hall, the King of Hell's head is covered with black lines.
"As a ghost agent from the underworld, how do you behave with such careless hands and feet! Could it be that those old guys from heaven are sending people to the underworld for gold plating?"
Gui Cha wiped away the non-existent sweat and swallowed: "It's Naihe Bridge. A dead soul haunted by cause and effect appeared on Naihe Bridge. This person is special. Po Meng asked me to come and ask for your instructions."
Naihe Bridge? !
The King of Hell was shocked. Naihe Bridge is an important bridge for dead souls to enter the world. If anything goes wrong.
Just like when Bi Mawen took away the magic needle of the East China Sea, it would cause chaos in the East China Sea.
Because of Meng Po's cultivation, even some powerful reincarnations have to give her a bit of a thumbs down.
Who is it that gives her a headache?
"Besides Bi Mawen, who else would dare to cause trouble in the underworld if he steps on grandma?"
"Judge Cui! Bring the Book of Life and Death, I want him to have a better memory!"
After saying that, the King of Hell strode towards the outside of the palace.
The judge behind him shook his head and followed helplessly.
…
——On Naihe Bridge
The stunning woman covered with a red veil was holding a bowl of soup, with a complicated expression on her face, and said in a gentle tone: "Now that you step on this Naihe Bridge, you should follow the rules here. If you don't drink Meng Po Soup, and don't enter the Palace of Reincarnation, you will be in trouble for the rest of your life." Seven years is short and painful, so why carry this pain to the next life?"
The dead soul shook his head, his eyes confused: "The warmth brought to me by my adoptive parents, although short-lived, makes me greedy for life. That moment of tenderness is unforgettable for me."
The dead soul raised his head and asked doubtfully: "Are you the legendary Po Meng? Why do you have an aura that I am familiar with?"
The woman lowered her head, revealing a delicate face, a face that would captivate a country.
She smiled indifferently, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. She raised her head, looking at the dead soul with a hint of helplessness and melancholy in her eyes.
"Does the general know Meng Jiangnu?"
Hearing this, the dead soul shook his head.
He didn't know Meng Jiangnu. He only remembered that Meng Jiangnu was a character that only existed in folk tales.
"I fought all the sins for a country, but now I end up like this." The stunning woman said in a complicated tone.
In her eyes, she reflected a young man with a blood-stained white robe and an evil aura.
The King of Hell arrived late, and when he saw the figure blocking the Naihe Bridge, he was stunned.
The man who killed 400,000 prisoners and was punished by heaven to live alone for ten lifetimes.
Thinking back to that year, 400,000 resentful dead souls suddenly poured into the underworld, causing the entire underworld to be restless.
【Ding! You have a new order, please check it! 】
There was a prompt in his mind, and the King of Hell was moved, and a simple parchment scroll appeared in front of him.
After reading the contents on the ancient sheepskin scrolls, I suddenly understood.
He stared at the man on the Naihe Bridge and said meaningfully: "Because you have been reincarnated for ten lives to atone for your sins, what choice will you make in the next life?"
At this time, the judge came forward with the book of life and death and asked: "Sir, following the law of cause and effect set by heaven, this person is still a lone star in the tenth life, and is destined to live alone. How should we judge this person in the book of life and death? "
The king of hell sighed.
"I have been informed by the three thousand incarnations of the Heavenly Dao. Let him make his own choice in the tenth life. A mortal can still be remembered by future generations. If he can be ranked among the immortals, he will definitely be a giant."
"On behalf of the underworld, I grant him blessings. Such an unusual person should enter my underworld after death."
Hearing the words of the King of Hell, the judge was a little surprised. After all, he had been in the underworld for many years.
He knew the temperament of this adult very well. Now that he said this, it proved that he was going to compete with the old guys in the sky for people.
"The talents that the underworld wants to get must be from the underworld."
The judge smiled.
Then, a separate page was given to that person in the Book of Life and Death.
