Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 6: Finding My True Self
Since the reign title was changed to Shenwei, wars have continued and the people have been living in misery.

It is said that when a country is about to fall into chaos, there must be evil spirits. In this world, people with dirty hearts and monsters that have become spirits are all monsters.

South of Luo River and north of Cangling Mountains is a rare peaceful place.

This place is called Ningzhou. The reason why it can be barely called a pure land in troubled times is because the Taoist sect Qiyun Mountain is located here.

Qiyun Mountain has become very famous recently, and it once overshadowed the Buddhist holy places such as Lingguang Temple, Famen Temple, and even the Taoist Heming Mountain and Bugui Mountain could not compare with it.

This is because the current leader of Qiyun Mountain is about to become an immortal.

There are evil spirits rampant in the world, but no immortals or Buddhas have descended to the earth, which has already made the people despair. Now that the news of a fairy ascending to heaven has finally spread, Ningzhou, where Mount Qiyun is located, is naturally full of worship.

At the foot of Qiyun Mountain, there is a tributary of Luoshui River, called Shoujiang River. On the bank of Shoujiang River, there is a village called Wanshou Village.

The village is as its name suggests, the people there are all long-lived. It is said that it is the place chosen by the head of Qiyun Mountain to ascend to heaven, so it is blessed with great fortune and is enviable.

One day, Qiyun Mountain.

"Always clean, always bright, always clear," said Taoist Qi Yun, with his eyebrows drooping over his shoulders, his white hair and youthful face, his voice gentle and powerful, "Do you still remember what I told you?"

"I remember, Master." The three responded in unison.

"Wanshou Village has set up the Heavenly Blind Array. After Master has sealed his five senses, practiced the Dharma, and entered a state of meditation, he will place the porcelain jar in place. He will then place the forty-nine seals, including the Dharmakaya, Primordial Spirit, Protective Body, Dharma Appearance, Heavenly Virtue, and Heavenly Spirit, beneath the center of the array."

"Wait for three years without opening the altar."

"When the three-year period is up, if we open the altar on time, Master will be able to ascend to heaven!"

"Well, just remember it."

Taoist Qi Yun nodded slightly.

"Master, I am going to ascend to heaven. If I succeed, I will bless the people. If I fail, I will turn into dry bones. This Qiyun Mountain... I will leave it to you."

"Remember, don't make any moves in advance."

"Absolutely not."

"Yes……"

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Li Daosheng suddenly opened his eyes!

Fei Zaixing's sword was still in his hand, fortunately.

He held the sword in one hand and supported himself on the ground with the other, then stood up.

What about people?

I looked around and found that I was the only one there?
The guy with the spear and the faceless woman were not around.

I guess they all went to different places randomly.

But it’s not a big problem, because their destination is the same. After all, the last sentence in the prologue clearly states, [Now, it’s your turn to pass through this village again].

To complete the story according to the prologue, the three of them will eventually meet in the village where the old monk disappeared.

Strangely enough, after I stood up, memories began to emerge, and some of the memories of that day that had been completely blocked in the thirteenth month finally came back.

Li Daosheng closed his eyes and stayed where he was, carefully reading the memories in his mind. As he read, his eyes changed.

What exactly am I going to do?
He didn't remember much, and the scenes he saw were very fragmentary, but even so, Li Daosheng still saw a conversation that took place between him and Zheng Tunan at home.

"Are you crazy? Are you sure?" Zheng Tunan asked.

"Sure, help me." I couldn't see my own face in my memory, but the voice I heard sounded a little strange.

"How to help?" Zheng Tunan said without hesitation.

"You will die." After a moment's silence, Li Daosheng's voice rang out.

Zheng Tunan laughed heartily: "If what you said is true, we will not die."

"Are you willing to believe what I say?"

"I've believed in you since I was a kid."

"But how are you going to escape?"

“First fool yourself, then fool it. For example, I suddenly went crazy.”

"Will this work?"

"Give it a try. We can't just sit there and wait for death."

"What on earth did you discover today?"

"Not just today, I noticed something was wrong very early on."

"When?"

"When I was five."

"..."

……

"You won't die..." Li Daosheng narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I guessed right." "...The world outside is more interesting than we imagined."

The clarity in Li Daosheng's eyes faded away in an instant, and was replaced by calmness and vigilance.

His memory will only return in the thirteenth world and will not appear in the thirteenth month.

Because his memory was incomplete, he couldn't determine at the moment whether the memory problem was caused by himself or the abnormality caused by the Thirteenth Month.

However, it is also a good thing to pretend to be an innocent college student in March.

Even if each world can only restore a little bit of memory about that day, after thirteen worlds, I will be able to remember it all.

What puzzled Li Daosheng the most at this moment was that he was indeed an ordinary college student, but a drastic change took place overnight, within just one day.

In the end what happened?
His heart felt heavy, and even though his memory was incomplete, he still felt a sense of oppression.

He weighed the sword in his hand and temporarily put aside his thoughts about his own world.

At least what is certain is that these thirteen worlds do have completely different themes.

Until now, Li Daosheng still couldn't guess what the theme of his world was, but...

And here, Fei Zaixing's sword... Fei Zaixing's world...

There is no doubt that this is a world of strange stories.

Just as Li Daosheng confirmed Fei Zaixing's world theme.

Something strange happened.

A warm current surged from the hilt of the sword, and the book belonging to Li Daosheng also mysteriously emerged from his chest, slowly growing larger, and turned to a new page by itself, and then an incomplete image of Fei Zaixing was outlined on it.

The lines were intermittent, as if they were there and not there. If it weren't for Fei Zaixing's eye-catching posture of standing with the sword in his arms, Li Daosheng wouldn't even be able to recognize who the person in the painting was at first glance.

What was even more strange was that the heat from the hilt of the sword also penetrated into his mind and limbs. The scene of Fei Zaixing practicing sword in his youth quickly merged with Li Daosheng.

When the heat flow disappeared, Li Daosheng held the long sword and stabbed with his backhand!
As natural as if it had been tempered a thousand times!
Bizarre...

Is this the ability given to me by this book, or is it the ability given to me by my native world?

Li Daosheng knew that his world was not simple, otherwise he would not have come here.

Just like in the world of strange stories, there are magic spells, innate qi and martial arts.

There are ghosts and evil spirits in the horror world, and the taboos and rules are the same.

There must be something hidden in your own world.

He guessed that his world was probably a game world.

But he rejected it himself.

But now he was a little unsure.

There's no need to learn at all, you can suddenly master a skill with just one touch. It's hard to think of any other explanation other than playing a game.

Is my world really a game world?

Am I just an NPC with abnormal behavior?

Li Daosheng looked carefully at the picture of Fei Zaixing in the book.

Although he was drawn on this new page, his appearance was blurry and unclear.

The triggering medium should be this sword, and then... it is related to what I just thought of, confirming that Fei Zaixing's world is a world of strange stories.

understood……

Li Daosheng began to dance with the sword slowly, from understanding it in his head and using it in his body to mastering it.

Perhaps, the clearer one's understanding of the world, or the more one knows about Fei Zaixing as a person, the more realistic and delicate this painting will be.

Soon, Li Daosheng's every move was exactly the same as Fei Zaixing, who became famous at a young age and was full of vigor and vitality.

But he still couldn't understand, did everyone's book have this ability, or was there something wrong with his book?

After all, other people’s books do record all the stories of the first half of their lives.

But his book was blank, with not a single word written on it.

While I was thinking, I heard a rustling sound in the woods.

Li Daosheng immediately held his breath and dived over with his sword in hand.

Pushing aside the leaves and looking towards the forest path, they saw a black wild "dog" the size of a calf, staring at the three people with its blood-red eyes.

One old man and two young girls, all of them were shaking with fear. Their throats were blocked by the evil spirit and they couldn't even shout.

Saliva kept dripping from the big "dog's" ferocious canine teeth, and streams of fishy white air were exhaled with its breaths.

Looking closely, there was no skin or flesh on the abdomen, revealing only white bones.

Li Daosheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

What a beast.

(End of this chapter)