Chapter 1 Traveling through diaries and small rural stories
【Travel Diary】
May 23, 2029, sunny.
My name is Li Haoran.
This is my first day writing a diary.
But it has been less than half a year since I traveled to this parallel world.
I have a golden finger for granted.
After all, I am a time traveler.
The system helped me build a small Taoist temple on this mountain to accommodate me.
He also gave me a copy of Taoist inner alchemy and palm thunder.
It is said to be a very powerful technique for cultivating immortals.
Then it told me that weirdness is rampant in the parallel world I live in, and human beings are suffering from it. It hopes that after I have a certain strength, I can go down the mountain to eliminate the weirdness, and let the humans in this world practice orthodox Taoism.
My assessment of this is,
Neuropathy.
Whoever wants to go can go, but I won’t go anyway.
I just want to eat and wait to die.
all in all,
After rejecting the system's request, I seemed to be living the life I had dreamed of in my previous life.
There is no heavy workload of starting work at nine o'clock and getting off work at nine o'clock, and there is no two-armed boss dictating things all day long.
I don’t have a two-armed colleague who fishes in troubled waters all day long and likes to leave things to others instead of doing the actual work.
I no longer need to listen to my parents’ nagging of me to get married, and I can live the life I want alone.
Look at the scenery and practice the exercises every day.
You can also sit in a daze.
Living alone is really wonderful.
May 24, 2029, heavy rain.
Today I lay on the roof of the Taoist temple and listened to the rain all day.
I like this feeling as if I am the only one left in the whole world.
Thanks to the inner alchemy provided by the system, I have now reached the perfect Qi refining state, and even being exposed to the rain cannot break my supreme body!
Cool!
On May 25, 2029, it still rained heavily.
I accidentally discovered something today, that is, the effect of practicing palm thunder on a rainy day is super doubled.
Anyway, now that I don’t have the foundation-building skills, I can’t improve my level, so I might as well practice more palm thunder.
On May 28, 2029, the rain stopped, but it did not stop completely.
I was practicing palm thunder today and halfway through the exercise, the rain stopped.
I felt a little unhappy, so I fired a palm thunder into the sky.
It rained again.
Get new skills!
On December 1, 2029, the rain stopped.
Recently, the system has prompted me to go down the mountain to save the world more and more frequently.
But I still ignored it with amazing willpower.
No one can disturb my retirement life. I want to live in this mountain and wait for death for the rest of my life!
It seems that cultivating immortality cannot improve memory.
On December 5, 2029, it turned cloudy and sunny.
I feel that my retirement life is not good enough, not correct enough, and not perfect enough.
If there is a farmland for growing vegetables, a few pigs, a few chickens, a few sheep...
Hehehehe....
Thinking of this, I slapped myself hard.
I can't let my inner demons grow any longer, otherwise I might be tempted to go down the mountain.
According to the system, the world is full of weirdness. If I accidentally encounter something weird when I go down the mountain, and I solve it smoothly, and people around me pay homage to it, and then become famous, wouldn't I be able to support myself in old age?
The Taoist heart is not firm!
Punish yourself by doing a hundred push-ups!
Only fifty were made.
It's not that I'm tired, but I feel that my Taoist heart is almost stable.
December 6, 2029, sunny.
Last night I dreamed that I was having a big meal in a five-star hotel.
So when the first ray of sunshine fell on my face this morning.
I understand.
I got a wooden sign and wrote down the business I was capable of on it.
[Exorcise evil spirits, eliminate demons, subjugate demons, and grant blessings]
In this way, maybe someone will come to ask for help, and I can save them from the fire and water.
It's never for money.
Not because I want to eat meat.
It’s just that I have a holy mother’s heart to save the world and cherish the world.
December 7, 2029, sunny.
The system said that instead of hanging a sign that no one can see, I should take the initiative to go down the mountain and help the humans in this world.
Isn’t this just a fucking idiot?
How can running around all day be called retirement?
Opinion rejected.
.........
At the foot of Qingyuan Mountain, Datian Village.
"Dad, you died so miserably!"
There was light rain falling in the sky, and a circle of people gathered in the village square.
Looking through the gaps in the crowd, a dark-skinned middle-aged man burst into tears, kneeling in front of the corpse of an old man and crying continuously.
The corpse was wearing a shroud, and its exposed skin was bruised and covered with corpse spots. It looked like it had been dead for a long time.
The strange thing is that everyone around him has an impatient expression on his face.
"Ergen, the rain is going to be heavy. It will be too late if we don't cremate him."
A middle-aged man named Ergen was still immersed in sadness, but an old man in the crowd suddenly spoke out to urge him.
The crying stopped suddenly.
In the past six months, whenever it rains, deafening thunder will always be heard from Qingyuan Mountain, accompanied by a blue halo that suffuses the entire sky.
The villagers said it was the anger of the gods, and even reported the incident to the police in black who specialize in handling strange incidents.
But the other party reprimanded the villagers severely.
There are no immortals or gods in the world, and the so-called Taoist priests are just charlatans.
The villagers said yes, but still did not dare to go out on a rainy day.
Thinking of the roar that seemed to explode in his ears at any time, Ergen's inner fear suddenly overcame his sadness. He took the torch handed to him by the villagers and lit the firewood under his father's body.
The flames rose and black smoke slowly floated into the sky.
The sun sets in the west, night gradually falls, and the rain soon stops.
The surrounding villagers had gone back to their homes long before dark, leaving Er Gen alone to clean up the remains left by the cremation.
He swept the firewood ashes into the sack along with his father's ashes, and then threw them into a black bucket in the corner of the square.
This used to be a very unethical thing.
Ergen also felt heavy in his heart and couldn't breathe.
But he couldn't help it.
Ever since the weird things started happening around here a few years ago, most of the people who didn't dare to do such treacherous things are already dead.
As long as someone dies, the body may become strange.
Weirdness will kill all living creatures indiscriminately and cannot be destroyed by human power.
Only by cremating the body and throwing it into the black trash can in the corner of the square can the strangeness be avoided to the greatest extent.
This trash can was delivered by a group of policemen dressed in black and will clean it every three days.
Ergen didn't know what the difference was between them and ordinary policemen. He only knew that these people seemed to come forward to solve weird-related matters.
After cleaning up the mess left by the cremation, Ergen started walking towards home.
Although no one has died due to strange things in the village for nearly two months, this does not mean that there is no danger at night, and he must go home as soon as possible.
Because he was in such a hurry, Ergen even forgot to close the lid of the black trash can.
As Ergen left, there was no one left in the square.
Boom!
Boom!!
The black trash can in the corner suddenly began to shake, accompanied by a dull crashing sound.
Snapped!
The black trash can tipped over on its side, and the two sacks that had just been thrown in also fell to the ground.
A head rolled out of the sack, rolled several times on the ground, and then stopped.
The head's face faced the direction Er Gen left, motionless.
After dark, there is no other sound in the village except for the occasional sound of livestock.
No one dared to go out anyway. At this time, most people in the village had gone to bed, and only a few houses still had lights on.
The roads in the village are very dark at night.
So Ergen could only see things a few meters away.
A few meters away, there was darkness covering the entire village, thick and suffocating, like a monster with its bloody mouth open, waiting for prey to enter.
It wasn't until Ergen was approaching home that the moonlight gradually penetrated the clouds and scattered on the ground, which also improved the visibility a lot.
Ergen opened the door and saw that his wife and children had gone to bed, and the room was pitch dark.
With the moonlight shining on the ground through the window, Ergen could barely see the scene inside the house clearly.
There are two rooms in the house. The children sleep in the inner room, while Ergen and his wife sleep in the outer room.
Perhaps because of the cold weather, Ergen's wife huddled up under the quilt.
Look at the bulging and tightly covered quilt.
For some reason, Ergen felt flustered for no reason.
He remembered that the villagers had said that if a loved one turned into a strange person, his own family would be the first to suffer.
After swallowing quietly, Ergen took steps forward, slowly approaching the bed, and finally came to the bed and called softly.
"Child, is he asleep?"
"You're back. Are you hungry? I'll give you something to eat."
Hearing Er Gen's voice, his wife stuck her head out of the quilt, looked at Er Gen with sleepy eyes, and prepared to get up from the bed as she spoke.
Looking at the familiar face, my heart suddenly dropped and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, don't bother, I'll just go to sleep."
After interrupting his mother-in-law's movements, Ergen said and got directly into bed.
After a hard day's work, he was quite tired. He just wanted to fall asleep quickly and get up to work tomorrow.
However, as soon as he got into bed, he felt something was wrong.
It was freezing cold under the quilt, without a trace of warmth.
It stands to reason that since my wife has been lying in bed for so long, it should be extremely warm under the covers.
Coupled with the constant cold touch from the hand holding my wife.
A strong sense of uneasiness surged into my heart.
Ergen slowly opened the quilt and looked inside.
What he saw vaguely scared him almost out of his mind.
At this time, what his wife was wearing was actually the shroud worn by his father's body.
Ergen's breathing became rapid, and his heart began to beat violently.
But he didn't make any rash moves because of this.
He knew that no matter what the thing in front of him was, it was definitely not his wife.
And once it disturbs it, it will inevitably lead to death.
Thinking of this, Ergen slowly lifted the quilt and prepared to walk towards the door.
Just after taking two steps, he seemed to remember something.
The child is still in the back room!
Ergen was not too entangled.
He immediately turned around and walked cautiously towards the back room, fearing to disturb the things on the bed.
In his opinion, the child's life is much more important than his own.
"where you go?"
However, just when Ergen opened the door to the back room and was about to walk in, a sound suddenly came from the bed.
"It's okay, you go on sleeping, I'll go see the child."
Ergen forced himself to calm down and tried to appease the other party.
But the thing on the bed seemed not to hear his answer, and kept repeating the same sentence.
"where you go?"
"where you go?!!"
At first, the voice sounded like Ergen's wife's voice, but as it went on, it became more and more like his father's voice.
hysteria!
Hearing the sharp screams behind him, his scalp went numb and he immediately quickened his pace.
Finally, at the last moment, he rushed into the back room and jammed the wooden board behind the door.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of impact was accompanied by screams.
Ergen's heart sank to the bottom.
Because he seems to be trapped to death.
The only window in the house here was welded shut with an iron fence for fear that the children would run out for fun.
This time he completely trapped himself to death.
"Baby, baby!"
Ergen tried to wake up his son, but his son was so asleep that even though he shook him vigorously, he only let out a few unconscious murmurs.
The sound of wood cracking kept coming from behind.
Ergen knew in his heart that the wooden door would not last long.
In desperation, he could only grab his sleeping son, stuff him under the bed, and then follow him in.
boom!
The wooden door exploded.
"Baby...where are you?"
The figure wearing cloth shoes slowly walked into the house and kept calling Ergen's name.
It was his dead father's voice.
The two men under the bed tightly covered their mouth and nose, for fear that they would not be able to make a sound.
The black cloth shoes kept walking around the house, seeming to be looking for traces of Er Gen.
Ta...ta...
The sound the cloth shoes made when they came into contact with the ground was like a heavy hammer hitting Ergen's heart.
The sound is getting closer...
Finally, the cloth shoes came to the bedside.
like a statue.
Looking at the black cloth shoes in front of him, Ergen's heart was gradually filled with fear, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
However, not long after, the cloth shoes started to move again, and they continued to shout and walked out.
Listening to the sound that gradually faded away, my heart dropped slowly.
But he didn't let his guard down.
You must escape quickly and run towards the outside of the village!
Thinking of this, Ergen got out from under the bed, and then stretched out his hand to pull his son.
"Quick, baby, let's run!"
Warm little hands grasped Er Gen's hand.
Ergen used all his strength to pull his son out, and then held him in his arms.
After confirming that there were no shouts outside, Ergen quickly rushed out of the house, and then rushed non-stop in the opposite direction to the strange departure.
"You damn baby can really sleep."
While running, Ergen complained.
Using the moonlight from the outside world, he lowered his head and glanced at his son in his arms.
However, just by looking at it, his figure froze.
A chill rose from the soles of his feet and went straight to the Tianling Cap.
His son is only five years old.
But the face of the son in his arms was covered with wrinkles and dark spots.
A pair of eyes occupied by darkness stared directly at Ergen.
"Baby...er..."
"I found you, baby."
"ah!!!!!!"
The shrill screams broke the tranquility of the village.
