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Chapter 1 Wine Bowl

With thick tile roofs, adobe walls, peeling paint pillars, swaying torches, and dozens of rough and powerful men shouting, it was very lively.

Since Qin Shuo regained consciousness, he found that he had turned into a crude wine bowl.

He has no brain but can think, no eyes but can see, no ears but can hear, no tongue but can taste, no nose but can smell, he can also have touch and can feel pressure.

He was now holding a bottle of strong wine, and his noseless consciousness was filled with the smell of alcohol. He could still taste the alcohol, which was a bit inferior. Not only had it been filled with water, but it was also mixed with an unknown strange smell.

Qin Shuo was held in the hand of a rough man, who kept bumping into other wine bowls. He kept talking obscene words and laughing wildly, which shocked his consciousness slightly.

Qin Shuo looked at the clothes of others and guessed that this was a society similar to ancient China. Looking at the swords and weapons placed randomly and the poor men and women kneeling on the ground crying, he also guessed that this was a robber's den.

Qin Shuo quickly recognized his current situation. He could not speak, but his will was shouting at the top of his lungs: "No! No!"

Why is he so panicked?

Because he often watched costume dramas in his previous life, the ancients had an unwritten rule when it came to drinking, that is, when they got high, they would definitely throw the drinking bowl!

Qin Shuo's guess was absolutely correct, but he couldn't even move, let alone stop himself from changing from a bowl to a cup.

Fortunately, when he was thrown down, he hit the thigh of a robber. He still fell to the ground and was broken, but only one corner was missing, and he could barely retain the appearance of a wine bowl.

The robber who was hit was furious and kicked Qin Shuo away. He wanted to settle the score with the robber who threw the bowl.

Qin Shuo was kicked to the corner of the wall and did not suffer any secondary damage. Fortunately, he was no longer noticed.

He shouted good luck and lay quietly in the corner. He never thought that he would lie there for five years.

On the night of the robbers' cocktail party, officers and soldiers launched a surprise attack, and the robbers were captured en masse. The cottage was abandoned, while Qin Shuo was buried in dust and gradually blended into the simple earth and stone ground.

Do you know how Qin Shuo has spent these five years?

A visitor in modern society has no mobile phone, no computer, no TV, no sensuality, and no need for sleep and rest. Loneliness has become the cruelest torture.

The torture is endless. As a wine bowl, he does not consume any form of energy. Not only does his consciousness not die over time, but it has a tendency to become stronger and stronger.

Qin Shuo was bored, so he started counting. After counting the beams and pillars, he began to count the tiles. After counting the tiles, he began to count the weeds. After counting the weeds, he began to count the pebbles. If it weren't for the lack of consciousness, he would probably count the dust after counting the pebbles.

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After being lonely for a long time, when he saw a spider weaving a web, he felt that it was beautiful. Occasionally, a mouse and cockroach came by, and he was so excited that he wanted to swore a sworn brother.

He began to look back on his past life, trying to find out what bad things he had done to give birth to children, which would make him endure endless painful torture after reincarnation.

Fortunately, the days of being unable to survive or die came to an end after five years. His ever-growing will seemed to have broken through a bottleneck that he could not perceive, and he began to feel the power of the earth.

He is a bowl. The bowl belongs to the earth, and all things are born from the earth. He has been buried more than half in the ground. He is soaked in the power of the earth day and night. His unconscious absorption makes his own thin will gradually strengthen.

Qin Shuo tried to feel the power of the earth, but he didn't know the method and couldn't actively absorb it.

Another five years have passed, but these five years are not as lonely as the previous five years. Although he is still unable to actively absorb the power of the earth, he has not stopped passively absorbing it. His will has become stronger and he can see more.

He can see the spiritual energy brewing between the earth and trees, and can also see the thin breath of life on flowers, plants and insects.

He watched life grow from brewing to sprouting, from sprouting to growth, from growth to exuberance, and finally to prosperity and decline.

He had an inexplicable realization, but he couldn't sum up any rules. His absorption was still going on, but this was the nature of heaven and earth and he couldn't control it himself.

In his previous life, he had heard someone say that anyone with seven orifices could become an immortal. He could sense everything, but he didn't have seven orifices. He didn't know if he could become an immortal if he continued like this.

On the tenth year after Qin Shuo became a wine bowl, his peace and loneliness were broken. A beggar in tattered clothes and unkempt hair came to the village.

The beggar spotted Qin Shuo at a glance and dug Qin Shuo out of the soil. The beggar seemed very happy to see that although the wine bowl was broken, it was still usable.

In this way, Qin Shuo was taken away from the village, and he began to travel around the world with the help of a beggar's feet and a cane.

The beggar took Qin Shuo with him day and night. He begged along the street with a wine bowl. He used the wine bowl to hold leftovers, game and dog meat, and occasionally some low-quality wine.

He would use the wine bowl to bathe and wash his feet. When he was tired, he would use the wine bowl as a pillow.

Time flies, another ten years have passed,

After leaving the village, Qin Shuo could no longer absorb the power of the earth, and he could not absorb any special aura from the beggar.

But it is not without its benefits for him to follow the beggar every day. When he is being held close by the beggar, he can feel the flow and change of energy in his body.

Qin Shuo can control earth and stone now,

He can shape fist-sized earth and rocks within a radius of two meters around him into the shape he likes. He can also turn earth into a sword and drive it into wooden pillars.

Qin Shuo was not a fool. He knew that his ability to control the earth was the result of being guided by beggars day and night, so he kept an eye on it.

After that, he found that he would lose consciousness every once in a while. It was just that the method used to make him lose consciousness was very clever, and he had not noticed it before.

Qin Shuo guessed that the beggar's travels had a purpose, and Qin Shuo did not want Qin Shuo to know some of the things he did, so the beggar deprived the wine bowl of his consciousness.

Finally, time came to the thirtieth year after Qin Shuo's reincarnation.

One night, in a ruined temple, a beggar took out Qin Shuo and placed it in front of him.

The beggar is still the same slovenly, unkempt face, a pair of black feet, and the toes covered with black edges are facing the wine bowl. The beggar is squatting in a pit, with his hands on his knees.

He smiled inexplicably at Qin Shuo.

He said: "The fate between you and me has ended here. To commemorate our companionship for so many years, I will leave you my dharma name."

The beggar's sword pointed at a point, spiritual power poured into it, and a name was imprinted on Qin Shuo's consciousness.

Then, the beggar disappeared into thin air.

Qin Shuo was stunned. He obviously didn't know the writing in this world, but he knew the beggar's message.

"Daoji? Why is this name so familiar? Where have I heard it before?"

Then, Qin Shuo was shocked!

"Ji...Ji Gong?"

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