Volume 1 Origination Chapter 1 Crawling out of the coffin
During the Dajing Dynasty in Kyoto, the Liu family was decorated in white everywhere. A mourning hall was set up in the lobby, and a large word "Dian" hung high on the wall. In front of the word "Dian", there was a coffin of nanmu with golden silk and red paint.
Quite eye-catching.
The Liu family is not the richest, but it is definitely a wealthy family, and their family also runs a lumber business. It is obviously not difficult to get such a coffin.
Of course, if the people in the coffin were just ordinary people, they would not use such a high-quality coffin.
In the late spring of March, towards dusk, the weather was slightly cool, and the breeze was blowing, bringing a bit of chill. The place above the mourning hall was even more desolate. This situation was really a bit scary.
In front of the golden nanmu coffin, kneeling is a girl of about twelve years old. This girl wears a pointed hat made of white cloth (Dai Xiao) on her head, and her facial features are exquisite and impeccable. Although she is young, she can already tell that she is a
Beauty embryo.
"Big pot, I will burn a lot of money for you, so you won't be short of money down there!" The little girl's voice was still childish, and her expression was extremely serious.
As he spoke the words, he couldn't help but sob again: "Big pot, mother said you were asleep, but I know they are lying to children. I am not a child anymore. I know you are dead. After hearing that people have died,
, will turn into a ghost!"
"Ghost... so scary!" The little girl couldn't help but tremble a few times, obviously she was really scared.
"In our family, you and I are the best. If you really become a ghost, go find my mother. She always calls you and scolds you, wuwuwu..." the little girl said as she spoke.
Crying, really, cough cough... pear blossoms with rain.
Huhuhu······
The wind blew a little stronger, and the white cloth strips hanging on the mourning hall began to sway, which made it feel a bit weird and sad. The paper money in the brazier burned and trembled so hard that the little girl couldn't help but shrink.
Suddenly, the golden nanmu coffin moved a few times, and the little girl's body shrank tighter. She stared at the coffin, clenched her teeth, her lips trembled, and she was trembling, unable to say a word.
Dong Dong Dong······
The sound was like the faint sound of drums, the white cloth strips on the mourning hall trembled even more violently, and a gloomy atmosphere filled the air.
"Big...big..." The little girl rolled her eyes and fainted in front of the brazier, unconscious.
The coffin moved more and more violently. Suddenly, the lid was lifted, and a handsome and handsome young man sat up.
His eyes were full of confusion. When he saw his position clearly, his lips twitched suddenly, and he jumped up... and overturned the coffin.
"What's going on? I'm sitting in the coffin? Is this an official position (sitting in a coffin)?" The young man's voice was a little hoarse, and he couldn't help shrinking. He looked at his clothes and was stunned again.
"Is this... filming? But I'm not an actor. Wait, why is my hair so long!"
The young man kept looking around and checking his body, and said to himself again: "Are you dreaming?"
His thoughts quickly changed, and the young man couldn't help but give himself a big mouthful, grinning in pain.
"Wait a minute, this body doesn't seem to be mine. What the hell is the Dajing Dynasty?"
The young man had a headache and couldn't help but hold his head in his hands. Hang Tianyi, the head of the Kyoto Prefecture of Dajing Dynasty, the adopted son of businessman Liu Hongzhi, and the most secret identity, the fifth-grade spiritual officer of Xuansi in Dajing Town.
A series of information swept through the young man's mind like a tide, and his entire body had turned to stone. It was only then that he was sure that this... was not a dream, but a time travel.
The boy had read a lot of online novels, and the ones that traveled back in time were all very powerful. They were either peerless skills, or they had great identities, or they had a system for dad to sign in and upgrade. If both parents died, cough cough.
, that is definitely a high-end configuration.
"I don't have anything?" The young man was completely stunned. He checked himself carefully again to make sure that he really had nothing.
"There is no system, no identity, no peerless skills, nothing, and you just... traveled through time like this?" The young man's voice, ahem, was a bit sharp, this is so damn embarrassing!
The young man, also named Hang Tianyi, is a tourist who likes history and literature (a dabbler in knowledge). Recently he has been reading Hundreds of Scholars.
In addition to myths and legends, there are also many stories about Lao Tzu riding an ox west out of Hangu Pass in history books. Of course, Hang Tianyi is not interested in studying these in detail.
Hangu Pass, um, seems to be a national 4a-level scenic spot. I don’t remember the details clearly, and I’m too lazy to look it up. In fact, Hang Tianyi Travel never looks at these ratings, because most of the time, these ratings can only use two words.
To describe: nonsense!
What Hang Tianyi is really interested in is the series of legendary wars that took place here. When the six countries attacked the Qin State, they were defeated here, with millions of corpses lying in the river and bleeding in the oars.
Tourist attractions are generally divided into two categories, humanities and history, and natural scenic spots. Humanities and history focus on emotional perception.
Hangu Pass not only has cultural history, but also has natural landscapes. In the evening, when the sun sets and the morning glow rolls, everything seems to be dyed red.
Hang Tianyi was lying on the grass with a look of enjoyment on his face. Suddenly, a rainbow bridge appeared in the sky, and then... nothing happened, and he woke up lying in a coffin.
Fortunately, the lid of the coffin had not been nailed shut, otherwise he would have been suffocated inside even if he had not died.
But what's going on? If you're not familiar with this place and don't have a golden finger, how can you be a fool?
Wait, Zhenxuan Si, a fifth-grade spiritual officer, this status seems to be a bit awesome.
The identity of the original owner is that he is the head catcher of the Kyoto Prefecture, but in fact he is a fifth-grade spiritual officer of the Zhenxuan Division, responsible for protecting the great scenery of Kyoto and catching monsters.
A few days ago, Hang Tianyi led the captors of Kyoto Prefecture to arrest a prisoner. The prisoner was so impressive that he escaped into the Royal Forbidden City Hongyuan, and then...Hang Tianyi died gloriously in the line of duty.
This is what he said on the surface, but in fact it is not that simple. Hang Tianyi suddenly felt a headache coming from him and held his head in his hands again.
"What's going on? It seems that entering Hongyuan is related to Zhenxuansi's actions, and it seems to have affected the emperor. But the memory in Hongyuan, why has it disappeared?" Hang Tianyi's mind was full of confusion.
In this world, there are Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, as well as demons and ghosts. There is no system, just peerless magical skills. How come you have even lost your memory?
For a long time, Hang Tianyi didn't come back to his senses. How could he mess around like this? Hang Tianyi looked helpless and distressed.
"No, it's better to die than to live. Once you've come, let's make peace with it. Well, recently I heard that time travel is no longer popular, so maybe there is a future!" Hang Tianyi regained his composure and comforted himself.
In fact, his words are not unfounded. According to many online novels, this kind of time travel is a bit miserable. It is extremely difficult for both parents to die.
It so happened that the original owner was such a person, ahem, but his current identity is a bit complicated. He was the adopted son of Liu Hongzhi, and he was also the head catcher and the spiritual officer of the Zhenxuan Division.