Hide in the world of gods and demons

Chapter 1 A Precarious Situation
Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the rain poured down.
Inside the dimly lit, damp little house, it was raining heavily outside and drizzling inside.

However, Chen Li didn't care. He lay upright on the musty, strange-smelling bed, staring blankly at the dripping water.

The heart is ashamed.

Just three hours ago, he was lying on his soft bed, drinking cola, eating fruit, and playing games comfortably.

As expected, for Chen Li, who is nearly thirty, works in another city, has taken out a loan to buy a house, and has no girlfriend, this will be another boring and tedious weekend.

Just like always.

The passion for life was fading day by day, and he was becoming more and more like a walking corpse in this bustling metropolis. But no matter how lacking in passion he was or how wildly he fantasized, Chen Li never thought about time travel.

"Why did it have to come to this..." Chen Li sighed deeply.

Two lines of clear tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

Even after absorbing some fragmented memories, he already knew that the owner of this body with the same name as him was a legendary cultivator.

Even if some people in this world can travel the skies, some can live for hundreds or thousands of years, and some can move mountains and overturn seas...

But none of these are him.

Those are all the younger and older generations.
He was merely an ant, easily crushed by the passionate pounding of the waves.

This body is already forty years old, and its cultivation level is only at the third level of Qi Refining. It is neither a cultivation genius nor a scion of a noble family. What can it possibly hope for at this age?
In the memories of this body, Chen Li felt mostly humiliation and repression, fear and numbness.

If he had a choice, he would rather travel to a world without supernatural powers, at least... the probability of dying a peaceful old age would be higher.

……

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Chen Li's thoughts were interrupted by a rough banging on the wooden door, after he had been lying there for an unknown amount of time.

"anyone there?"

"Open the door!"

"Open the door quickly!"

The voice had a strange tone.

Chen Li's blank eyes instinctively darted around, as if they had come to life. In the original owner's memories, this sounded like the voice of the person in charge of this area of ​​the market. He hesitated for a moment, then quickly got up and went to open the door, calling out:

"I'm coming……"

There's no escaping it.

The rain outside had stopped without us noticing, and the fresh air after the rain was filled with the fragrance of earth and a faint stench of urine.

"Why is it so slow?" The steward, his feet covered in mud, stomped his feet and said impatiently.

"Steward Wang, please forgive me. I've been too tired lately and was just half asleep. What brings you here, Steward Wang?" Chen Li forced a smile and tried to remain calm.

"Stop trying to fool me. The rent is already three days overdue this month. If you don't have the money, get out of here." Manager Wang said rudely.

"I have money! I'll go get it right now." Chen Li sighed inwardly, then quickly said and turned to get the money.

Although this is a shantytown on the outskirts of the market, and this house was built by Chen Li himself, the market does not affect his ability to collect rent, and the people who are paid rent feel that it is only right and proper.

Overbearing?
perhaps!

Houses are worthless in this world, and so is land.

But safety is valuable.

This place is, after all, within the territory of the market town, which was established by the Changsheng Sect, the strongest sect in this region. Few people dare to cause trouble here. Compared to the outside world where human life is as worthless as grass and there are corpses on the road, this place is undoubtedly much safer.

In addition, the market was nearby, making it convenient for trading, which attracted a large number of independent cultivators to settle here.

The original owner was one of them.

Chen Li returned to the house feeling weak, and with his vague memory, he found a money bag deep in a pile of dry firewood two meters high in the corner.

The money bag was quite heavy. When he opened it, he found a pile of gold and a lone spirit stone inside. He didn't bother to examine it further, picked up the only spirit stone, and walked out the door.

"Hmph, be on time next month, or it won't be so easy to talk to you then." Manager Wang took the spirit stone and glanced at him.

"Yes, yes, yes, definitely next time, definitely next time."

"Take care, Steward Wang!" After Steward Wang had gone some distance, Chen Li turned to go back inside when the door next door opened. A female cultivator came out carrying a chamber pot, skillfully splashing the urine onto the roadside, instantly intensifying the stench in the air. She then turned and chatted idly with a smile:
"Fellow Daoist Chen, you're only paying your rent today?"

'It seems they know each other.' Chen Li didn't want to pay attention, but now he had to stop and force a smile.

Perhaps due to the impact of his own memories, the memories he acquired were incomplete and fragmented.

The female cultivator appeared to be in her early twenties, dressed as a Taoist nun. She had a smile playing on her lips, and although her looks were only above average, her ample bosom and slender waist accentuated the charm of a mature woman.

"Yes, yes, I've been having some trouble making money lately," Chen Li replied cautiously, trying to sound confident.

Being in an unfamiliar place, and with everyone possessing the skill to kill, it's really unsafe to be out here.

"With your talisman-making skills, you still need money. Next time, go to those brothels less often. Those women practice some improper and evil secret arts, which are extremely draining. Be careful not to get drained dry. If you ask me, you should find a decent woman to live with."

Chen Li couldn't help but blush.

How can you blame him for what happened to the original owner?

"Haha, I'm not going anymore." Chen Li replied awkwardly but politely, wishing he could scratch his head a few times.

But the female cultivator refused to let her off so easily, and said with a mocking smile:
"You're broke, aren't you? I bet even if you had money, you'd still be running off to that place because of its filth," the female cultivator laughed.

"Really... I can't hide it from you, fellow Daoist, hehe." Chen Li said dryly, thinking of ending the topic as soon as possible, and simply lay down and let himself be ridiculed.

The female cultivator was immediately satisfied with her gossip. With a sway of her slender waist, she contentedly carried the chamber pot back to the door.

Chen Li breathed a sigh of relief; it was finally over.

But before he could close the door, he stopped in his tracks, hearing the female cultivator and her man laughing and talking... their conversation revolved around things he and the brothel couldn't avoid discussing.

"That woman is really no good!"

Chen Li closed the door with a helpless expression and returned to bed. After these two incidents, the depressed mood in Chen Li's heart had faded a lot.

After all, people are still alive, and life must go on no matter what.

"I wonder what it's like to be a courtesan who has learned those evil secret arts and sucks the marrow from bones... I have no memory of it at all?" Chen Li's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he quickly stopped his reverie.

Now is not the time to think about this.

Because of the high pressure of monthly mortgage payments, Chen Li is particularly sensitive to his savings.

I don't feel secure if I don't have enough savings in my account to cover my mortgage payments for more than a year.

After all, you might lose your job, and even if you're in good health, you could get sick at any time. Any unexpected event in life can destroy a seemingly stable life.

Although he no longer has a mortgage, he still has a fixed monthly rent expense of one spirit stone. If he doesn't make money soon, he won't be able to make it past next month and will have to be kicked out of here.

As for the pile of gold left in the purse, it might be a huge sum of money in modern society, but it's not very valuable in this world, or rather, it's not very valuable among cultivators.

Here, spirit stones are the real currency.

One low-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for about one hundred taels of gold.

One hundred taels of gold can hardly be exchanged for a single low-grade spirit stone.

"Oh right, I also have the skill of 'talisman making'," Chen thought, recalling the female cultivator's words.

As the saying goes, "a skill in hand ensures a good life." With such a skill, one can make a living, and even live quite comfortably. At least the original owner had extra money to spend on brothels.

They all recruited female cultivators, and each of them was quite wealthy.

Stop!

Why do I always find myself thinking about that without even realizing it?

This is definitely the influence of the original body's memories.

Chen Li thought to himself, after all, before he transmigrated, he never went to such places, he never even thought about it.

He calmed himself down and immediately began to carefully recall his memories of making talismans.

However, the more he thought about it, the more serious his expression became, and gradually he broke out in a cold sweat, soaking his back.

My own memories of making talismans are surprisingly few.

(End of this chapter)