I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 727: Died with Unrepentant Eyes, Kicked Out (5k)

Wen Yan glanced at the corpse lying on the ground with his eyes open, and reached out his hand to close his eyes.

When Wen Yan turned around to look at the tiger, its fur immediately stood on end. It growled and disappeared quickly without looking back.

Wen Yan was stunned. What a sharp intuition! He hadn't even earned the title of natural enemy of tigers yet, and he ran away already?

This tiger looks like it has turned into a monster.

Well, first of all, we can rule out the possibility that this is the Dharma Ending Period. Then, looking at the attire on the corpses, we can't tell anything. They were from poor families, so there wouldn't be much difference.

Although the person wearing sackcloth is more likely to be the one before Wu Ming, there are also people wearing sackcloth later.

Wen Yan took a photo and continued wandering around. There were no buildings nearby. The entire Gumeng was very small, only two or three hundred meters. There was no trace of the tiger.

This node should be a very important point for the godson’s previous life.

Wen Yan searched carefully and flipped through the books, but didn't find anything special.

He felt that there was a good chance that this was where it all started.

He continued to move forward, and when he reached the edge of the fog, he took another step and immediately sensed that he now had two choices.

1. You can continue moving forward and head towards the coordinates represented by the star in the gem.

That is not a coordinate, but a collection of key nodes in the past lives of all the godsons that can be transformed into old dreams.

Second, return along the original route. Now that he has the coordinates, he can go directly back to the present world and return to the place where he entered the old dream.

Wen Yan didn't rush back, he continued to move forward.

When the fog around him dissipated, he saw a familiar scene.

Under the cover of night, next to the stone tablet at the foot of Taiyi Temple Mountain, a teenage Taoist priest, carrying a knapsack on his back, quietly came down the mountain. When he walked to the stone tablet, he looked back with a complicated expression, then took out a token from his arms, buried it next to the stone tablet, then took out a knife and cut off a piece of his hair.

"I am not a disciple of Taiyi Temple."

He left quietly, at a brisk pace.

Wen Yan stood not far away, watching quietly.

He recognized it. It was the Taoist robe worn by the young disciples of Taiyi Temple. He had seen it when he went to Taiyi Temple before.

According to the rules of Taiyi Temple, this kind of young disciple is not actually considered to be officially accepted into the sect. It is more of a tradition passed down from ancient times to give children from poor families nearby a way to make a living, to have something to eat, and to improve their reputation in the local area.

Therefore, generally when you reach the age of 16, you only have two options: either go down the mountain to make a living on your own, or be formally accepted into a sect.

Even now, although each sect still has similar rules, the way they are implemented differs.

Like Qingcheng, they built a clinic outside and used the name of the clinic to provide financial assistance to children who had problems with food and schooling.

In Wudang, as soon as you arrive, you will have food to eat, but you have to do farm work and grow crops yourself. When the crops are brought to the canteen, those who work can eat them for free, but lazy people who just eat for free will not be accepted.

Later, with the development of the times, and in order to maintain this sustainability, there was a set meal for lazy people. People could donate money to this free canteen, eat here, and listen to sutras every day.

The main idea is that the poor have their own way of dealing with the poor, and the rich have their own way of dealing with the rich. In the end, everyone eats from the same big pot and it’s all the same.

Only Buyeo Mountain is still more traditional. They still bring people to the mountain, raise them, and send them to school. After they graduate from college, or even if they don't go to college, what they do next depends on their personal ideas and abilities. Even if they go down the mountain, they are still considered disciples of Buyeo Mountain. There are not such strict rules.

Wen Yan had previously thought that even if his godson had talent in his previous life, he would definitely not dare to accept the ordination.

Now it seems that he is still too conservative. This guy doesn't even dare to become a formal disciple, because according to the rules, at this step he has to go through the process of respectfully informing the ancestors.

At that time, Wen Yan was fooled by Qingxuzi for a long time, and the step of deciding to report to the ancestor was also done by Qingxuzi himself.

Wen Yan watched from afar as the young Taoist priest walked away without looking back, and gradually disappeared.

It seems that my godson really tried it in his previous life, but unfortunately, he couldn't go down this path.

Wen Yan continued to move forward, and in the next life, he saw a man tied to a tree. His face was as pale as paper, without any blood. Several soldiers nearby cut off his limbs, roasted them, and took them away.

The man was hanging on the tree, looking ahead with lifeless eyes, muttering to himself.

"Don't die too early. Just wait until you and this shitty world are reduced to ashes..."

After saying the last sentence, he breathed his last. Even after death, his eyes were still wide open, staring at the person in front of him.

Wen Yan was silent for a moment. He could still see that he was not cut directly, but cut bit by bit. He was chopped into pieces as a whole only when he was almost dying. He didn't know how long he suffered in the torture in between.

Wen Yan walked forward, stretched out her hand and touched his eyes, making him close his eyes.

He recalled that Lao Liu once said that he had a chance to take the medicine that would grant him immortality, but the price was to eat humans, or eat cannibals, but Lao Liu refused.

At that time, Wen Yan was thinking that his godson must have had the opportunity in his previous life, so why didn't he choose to become an immortal?
As long as he lives long enough, he won't have to start all over again in decades, and he will obviously be able to accumulate more in the meantime.

Seeing this scene now, Wen Yan understood a little bit. That guy himself was treated as dry food, so it was normal that he didn't want to become a cannibal later.

Wen Yan took a step forward, continued walking forward, and stepped into the next old dream again.

After walking out of the fog, he stood on a tree. There were many passers-by around him. Among a group of brave men with swords in front of him, a guy wearing a flying fish suit walked out.

"The tiger monster is fierce and ferocious. We are here to kill it according to your majesty's order. All irrelevant people should retreat."

The person who was speaking had ferocious eyes and murderous intent, as if he had some deep hatred with the tiger demon.

Wen Yan recognized at a glance that this was also the previous life of his godson.

This guy actually worked for the Imperial Guard?
If I remember correctly, at that time, the tiger that received the most severe punch from Lao Zhu should be the tiger, right?
Could this be the same period as Gan Shanjun? Was there a flying fish suit at that time?

Wen Yan had an idea, and the gray cloth wrapped around him, covering his outfit a little, leaving only a short haircut.

He got behind the crowd to watch the fun and could vaguely hear a tiger roar in the distance.

In the godson's previous life, he held the hilt of the knife at his waist and led his men to rush into the mountains and forests at a rapid speed, which seemed to be a sign of leading by example.

Before Wen Yan could follow them, he saw several people flying backwards. The strong wind in the forest was like a knife edge, whistling past, and large branches and leaves flew backwards with a rustling sound.

A ferocious tiger suddenly appeared in the forest. Its body expanded rapidly as if it was blown up, and in a flash it turned into a giant tiger several feet tall.

The giant tiger rushed left and right, slapping everyone like slapping a mosquito. Those who were slapped turned into afterimages and flew backwards.

As soon as Wen Yan saw this scene clearly, he saw his godson's previous life flying back with a whoosh, his body embedded in the earth wall behind him.

His eyes were wide open, blood was gushing from his mouth and nose, his head was tilted, and the lower half of his body was no longer in human form, covered in blood and flesh, and he was about to die.

Wen Yan walked forward and was a little dumbfounded. Was he going to die again?
"How dare you be so brave? How dare you fight the tiger head on?"

"I thought...I thought it was an ordinary tiger demon..."

After saying this, he stared with his eyes wide open and died.

"..."

Wen Yan stood by and was speechless for a long time. This guy's body in this life should not be weak, and his blood and energy are also strong. He should have been considered a formidable martial arts master at that time.

But he died suddenly.

Wen Yan stretched out her hand, wanting to make him close his eyes.

But when he stretched out his hand halfway, he thought about it, followed the other person's gaze, and shouted towards the distance.

"Hey, Shanjun."

He shouted, and the tiger, which was killing everyone and growing bigger, turned back with bared teeth and looked at Wen Yan.

In an instant, fear appeared in the tiger's eyes, and then it seemed to deflate, its body shrank rapidly, and finally disappeared into thin air.

After the tiger disappeared, Wen Yan stretched out his hand and let his godson close his eyes in his previous life.

"You really didn't catch up with the right time. If you can't practice Taoism, then practice martial arts. At this point in time, it has just started to become popular. Let alone the sixth stage, it is estimated that there may not even be the fourth stage now.

If you already have a job and want to have a second job, it will be much more difficult than for ordinary people to get a job.

The most suitable type for you is actually the scholar type. The long years and accumulated knowledge are more suitable for you.

What a pity. Looking at your appearance, I can tell that you are a poor student."

Wen Yan was speechless. He had some guesses before that this guy must not have done very well in his previous life.

After all, the profession that can be inherited after reincarnation must be a second profession, which must be quite difficult.

Unless at that time, this guy developed an open profession, such as a warrior or a cultivator, where you can start practicing by yourself immediately after starting over. Unfortunately, there was no such profession.

He didn't dare to become a Taoist priest, a profession that could be cultivated through hard work.

If Wen Yan were to choose, and if people had already been reincarnated before the Three Mountains and Five Peaks appeared, then he would open the mountain gate himself, at least to keep up with the changes in the version.

From now on, you will be the founder of your own sect.

If the Three Mountains and Five Peaks are already there when you start your reincarnation, then just continue. Try hard once, and if you dare to fight, you will ascend. In your next life, ask yourself for help. The effect will definitely be better than calling on the ancestors.

If you are afraid that after ascending, there will be no reincarnation and you dare not fight, just confess to the master directly.

"I am a reincarnation. Even if I die, I will still be a member of our sect. As long as I am here, our sect will surely last for thousands of years. There is no way that the inheritance will be cut off. If there is anything that you are afraid of being cut off, give it to me. I will be the backup."

The master will definitely agree.

Heaven is such a perfect inheritance place that can be passed down from generation to generation. It would be a waste of God's gift if we don't make use of it.

Of course, Wen Yan also knew that he was looking at the problem from the perspective of future generations, which was somewhat easy for him to do.

The era when the Heavenly Palace first appeared was completely different from the stable state in later generations.

If you have experienced the time when the Heavenly Court first appeared, you might have a mental blockage that the Heavenly Court is a traitor.

Wen Yan thought about it over and over again, and still felt that he couldn't blame his godson entirely for being unlucky and useless in his previous life. He really had no choice.

If the godson had not been sent back to his mother's arms, after a few hundred years from the present time, and the cultivators had been developed for hundreds of years, who knows, by that time the godson's version might have come.

Wen Yan continued to walk forward and appeared in an old dream again, this time, by the river.

There were sounds of horse hooves ahead, and a group of wounded soldiers rode their horses to the riverside. Behind them, smoke and dust billowed, and the ground was shaking slightly. It was obvious that there was a large group of people.

The remaining soldiers ran over and saw Wen Yan, and someone immediately shouted.

"You are unlucky too. The Tartar cavalry will be here soon. I'm afraid you will be unable to escape like us."

Wen Yan didn't say anything, but looked at one of the team leaders. He recognized that this was his godson's previous life.

The other party looked at him and asked in a deep voice.

"We have reached the end of our road. There is no escape or avoidance. What is your name? Where is your home? Do you have any last words or unfulfilled wishes? If there is a chance in the future, someone will definitely help you fulfill them."

After saying that, he looked at the other teammates.

"You too, if you have anything else to say, you can leave it behind. Even if we have to throw the message into the river, there is always a little hope."

The small group of people were all laughing and joking. They didn't seem to be in any panic as they were on the verge of death. They all talked and laughed.

After listening to it, the captain pretended to take notes seriously, then looked at Wen Yan.

"What about yours? Don't worry. If you have a wife, children, or elders at home, we have brothers who can help you take care of them. But you must not be a coward and show weakness in front of those Tartars. Otherwise, I will kill you first and then help you take care of your wife, children, or elders."

"I have a biological son and a godson, so I'm not worried about being left unattended. But as for the others, I don't have any." Wen Yan replied casually.

Seeing that Wen Yan showed no fear, the captain smiled and nodded, then threw a knife to Wen Yan.

"Killing one is a payback, but killing two is a huge profit."

As they were talking, they saw a large group of people appearing from the rear. Their faces were painted with oil paint, making them look like tigers waiting to devour their prey. Even their battle flags were covered with tiger stripes.

Wen Yan couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

His godson really doesn't get along with anything related to tigers.

Seeing Wen Yan laughing out loud, the captain also laughed.

"Good man, give him a horse and let him fight with you.

These Tartars felt uncomfortable when they saw them.

Come on, brothers, before you die, you must trample their battle flags under your feet.

If you can kill two more and make things better, I will help you take care of your wives, children and the elderly in your next life.

I guarantee that every family will have at least 50 mu of farmland!"

None of these remaining soldiers cared whether this was true or not. They all regarded it as some words of encouragement before dying in battle.

Wen Yan looked at his godson's previous life. Although the final result should have been a tragic death, at least there was a life where he could look at it more favorably.

Wen Yan didn't interfere too much with the outcome this time, because he recognized that this was the bank of the Yellow River.

He felt that he had found the key point this time.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, when there were corpses all over the ground and only Wen Yan and the captain were left, the captain got off his horse and was stabbed in the butt. He spurred his horse into a gallop, carrying the captain, who was covered in blood, into the river.

Wen Yan was cheered up and immediately chased after him and jumped into the river with him.

After entering the river, he watched the captain struggling in the water with blood everywhere. A large number of fish gathered around him, surrounded him, and took him to other places, but no fish cared about Wen Yan.

Wen Yan chased after him, following all the way. After a while, he arrived at a place that looked very familiar to him. It should be a water palace that he had visited with Luo Shen before.

Sure enough, he watched the captain, who had been drowned and confused, sinking into the mud and sand, falling rapidly, and he followed him.

The captain was stuck in the mud and fell into an underground cave. He fell to the ground, spitting blood and river water from his mouth. He entered the near-death stage in a daze. The water in his mouth flowed out on its own as if summoned, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

A voice sounded here.

"Is it you? I heard what you said, and I guess it's you.

Are you going to reincarnate again?

Do you remember what I told you last time?
We can work together. I can help you gain a kind of power that will not disappear with reincarnation.

But you have to do me a favor, too, how about that?
You have thought about this for at least two lifetimes, right?
Now is the best time. If you miss this time, there may not be next time.

you……"

The voice suddenly paused as it spoke, and the originally gentle and persuasive voice suddenly became cold.

"Who are you? Why do you have the true meaning of the Yellow River?

I didn't give it to you, where did you get it from?
No, it can only be given by me. I didn’t give it to you…

Where are you from…"

The sound kept repeating, as if there was a bug. The sound became more and more crazy, and the surrounding space began to become psychedelic.

The entire cave was collapsing. The environment around Wen Yan became hazy. His body seemed to be rapidly retreating. The entire old dream was collapsing rapidly.

In just a few seconds, Wen Yan was surrounded by white mist and nothingness.

Wen Yan felt a little regretful that he couldn't see what happened next.

But that's enough.

He guessed that his eldest nephew did not dare to talk about some core things in the Yellow River before. These things must be closely related to him being a reincarnation.

Now it seems that it is true.

Judging from the voice, that should be He Bo. Only He Bo can give others a glimpse of the true meaning of the Yellow River.

That should be the previous life of the godson that He Bo arranged for him. He was reincarnated as the son of the Big Dream Snake Mother, and it was He Bo who came to pick him up later.

This He Bo should not be Lu Xingwei, but another He Bo.

Also, is this period the Dharma Ending Period? I'll go find someone to look up the information.

If this period of time is the Dharma Ending Age, how come He Bo is still awake?

If it is the Dharma Ending Age and he remains awake, then when the spiritual energy revives, he will not fall asleep again, right?
So, Lu Xingwei's condition after his recovery wasn't all just a coincidence?

Wen Yan pondered these things as he walked forward along the fog. As he walked, he returned to the road on the outskirts of Decheng.

He had entered the old dream from here while pushing his wheelchair.

The things given by the Snake Mother are quite useful. Although they are not as adaptable as those given by my aunt, they are very convenient for entering and exiting the old dream with fixed coordinates.

(End of this chapter)