Journey to the West I am just a river god

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Lin Yun didn't understand for a moment.

"Master, do you still remember the fantasy world that was pulled into by the giant tree of bitterness when you were in the world of the fox demon little matchmaker?"

"You mean, it's equivalent to me being pulled into a world of reincarnation?"

"Ding dong! Exactly!"

"Can I say no"

"If the owner refuses to accept this, the task system will face collapse and develop in an uncontrollable direction"

"Then what should I do with my body in this world?" Lin Yun was somewhat conflicted.

"Ding dong! In the fantasy world, the time flow rate is different from the real world, Master, don't worry!"

In this case, what else can I say?Lin Yun could only solve system problems.

But I don't know if there will be a generous reward this time.

At the dawn of the red sun, the town of Baihe, which had been silent all night, began to become lively, with early hawkers and pedestrians in twos and threes, accompanied by cocks crowing and dogs barking.

Today is the Cold Food Festival. According to the rules, every household must ban fireworks and only eat cold food.In addition, there are also customs such as sweeping sacrifices, outings, swings, Cuju, hooks, and cockfights.

Baihe Town is not big, and there are not many alleys, the most dilapidated of which is Laojiaxiang.There are mostly orphans, widows and old people in the alley, and some people die every now and then, and the old birds keep croaking all day long, hence the name.

In a small courtyard at the end of the old alley, a thin young man named Jiang Wuyou put the yellow paper incense candles he had bought with money in a few days ago into a dilapidated bamboo basket.

That's right, this young man named Jiang Wuyou is Lin Yun, but this time is equivalent to reincarnation, this time Lin Yun has no memory.

Lin Yun, no, it should be Jiang Wuyou.

Jiang Wuyou took out two steamed buns from his bosom, took out one and stuffed it into his mouth, hesitated for a while, and put the other one in the basket.

After eating the steamed buns, Jiang Wuyou walked out of the room and picked up a leaf that floated into the courtyard. The leaf was an ordinary willow leaf, but when did someone plant a willow tree in this old alley?

Shaking his head, Jiang Wuyou didn't think too much, checked whether the things in the broken bamboo basket were complete, closed the courtyard door, and rushed to the mountain west of the town.

The town is not big, and the West Mountain is not far away. Before the red sun had fully risen, Jiang Wuyou had already arrived in front of a lonely grave.

The young man cleared away the surrounding weeds one by one, added some new soil, and sorted out a flat land in front of the grave.Take out the yellow paper joss sticks used for sacrificial offerings, light them with a fire primer, and put the saved steamed buns as offerings.

"The two elders are above, the children are not filial, so I can only use these to pay homage to the two elders." Jiang Wuyou knelt down in front of the grave, talking to himself, but there were tears streaming down his face.

Lin Yun in this life is Jiang Wuyou's loving parents. The family of three is happy and harmonious. He even named him Wuyou, hoping to be happy and worry-free.

But Jiang Wuyou couldn't speak since he was a child and his legs and feet were bad. It wasn't until the age of 10 that he was cured by a Taoist priest after several months of treatment. But the good times didn't last long. In early autumn of that year, his parents passed away.

Looking at the height of the sun, Jiang Wuyou drove the ashes from the yellow paper together, picked up the small broken basket and stood up.

"Father, mother, I will come to see you some time later."

Jiang Wuyou wiped his face with his sleeve, and hurried down the mountain.

Today, Luo Yuanwai, a big household in the town, organized a cuju event. The mansion was short of manpower and needed to recruit some people to help. Jiang Wuyou signed up a few days ago and finally grabbed a spot.

This Luo Yuanwai has always been kind and generous, and there are 10 big men in this day's work, which is worth several days of normal work.

"Worriless, you are here."

As soon as he arrived at the gate of Luo Mansion, someone greeted him.

"Guo Butler, I'm here. It shouldn't be too late." Seeing that it was Guo Butler Jiang Wuyou from the Luo Mansion, he felt relieved. He ran all the way in fear of being late, which also attracted the attention of many people.

"Well, it's still in time. Come in quickly and help prepare. We're about to leave." Steward Guo is a middle-aged man, well-dressed, muscular, and very strong.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming."

It was not the first time for Jiang Wuyou to help Luo Mansion, he entered Luo Mansion through the side door.

The ancestors of the Luo Mansion had high-ranking officials, and the threshold was quite high. Naturally, the main gate would not be opened on weekdays. As for opening it, Jiang Wuyou wouldn't go in through the gate just for the sake of making fun of himself.

Gradually slanting to the west, Jiang Wuyou, who had been busy all day, finally returned to the small courtyard in Laojiaxiang. The setting sun made people feel sad, and he couldn't help but think of his experiences in the past few years.

In life, no one is willing to humble himself and be a queen, a servant and a slave.

After his parents passed away, several relatives from the city came to adopt him, but Jiang Wuyou didn't agree, because the Taoist priest said to him that year: Baihe is your blessing, peace is worry-free.

At that time, I asked the Taoist priest, but the Taoist priest didn't say anything more, but left an unknown ancient book.

Since the family didn't have much savings, with the help of the elders in the town, they sold their ancestral house and got some money.

I moved to Laojiaxiang, taught myself the characters similar to those of later generations, studied the ancient book many times, and finally came to a conclusion: this ancient book is a book of exercises for cultivating immortals.

It's just that after practicing for a long time according to the records in the book, I can't feel any spiritual energy in the world.The hope that had just risen disappeared immediately, and even brought despair.

Until one day, when I was doing odd jobs outside, I accidentally met a few foreigners.

In a small town, few people go out and not many people come.

That was Jiang Wuyou's first time seeing foreigners. These people were not much older than him, but their temperaments, clothing, and conversation were quite different.

There was no intersection at all, but when passing by, a young woman complained: "In Baihe Town, there is no spiritual energy to replenish, and the flying of the imperial weapon consumes too much, so we can only walk. It is really troublesome."

A young man who was walking in front turned around and said to the woman: "Junior Sister, in order to find a chance, this little difficulty can still be overcome."

"Be careful." Another aloof woman reminded the two of them.

The few people were not talking, and went towards the best inn in the town.

Hearing these words, Jiang Wuyou was struck by lightning, many thoughts flashed through his mind, but he was confused and at a loss.

In a daze, when I returned home, I slumped on the old bed, and there was only a quilt full of patches on the old bed.

Jiang Wuyou sorted out his endless thoughts, and his first reaction was to get out of Baihe Town and go to cultivate immortality.

But, how to get out of the town?What is it like outside the town?

That Taoist said, Baihe is blessed, peace and worry-free, stay in Baihe Town can be peaceful and worry-free?

But, why leave this unknown ancient book?

Perhaps because he was not satisfied with the status quo, Jiang Wuyou decided to go out of the town to have a look.

The next day, I brought all the dry food and water, and came to the east of the town.

The town is surrounded by water on three sides and mountains on one side.

The water is the Baihe River. The Baihe River turns here and goes around the town. The river is so wide that the opposite bank can be seen faintly.