Chapter 1: The Weak Ghost of the Broken Shrine

  "Crack..."

  A flash of lightning illuminated the dark sky, and a torrential rainstorm raged on, making the gods in this temple appear even more ominous and terrifying.

  Liu Yi hid in the green-faced, fang-toothed god statue, trembling with fear. The thunder outside made him feel extremely terrified. It seemed that even a little bit of residual aura in the air was enough to make his soul fly away.

  He wasn't a worldly person, died inexplicably, and when he regained consciousness, he had become a ghost, possessing this statue.

  The so-called temple, with half of its walls collapsed, is not even a pavilion. The roof is also broken, and it's raining heavily outside, while inside it's drizzling too. It's better than nothing!

  At this time, two people rushed into the temple in the rain, looking like a father and son, carrying bows and arrows. They seemed to be hunters.

  "Dad, what god is worshipped in this temple? Why does it look so ugly?" the young man said.

  The elder scolded: "Stop talking nonsense. I've told you before that when you see a temple, burn incense, and when you see a god, bow to the god, but you've forgotten all about it!"

  He paused for a moment and then said: "This was built by a monk named Hu more than ten years ago. At first, it had some spiritual power, but later on, nothing happened. And no one came to worship anymore!"

  Although he said so, he still clasped his hands in front of the statue and bowed a few times, saying: "Gods, please don't blame us, my father and son didn't mean to disturb you. We just came in to take shelter from the rain!"

  Then he called his son over and had him bow a few times before God. No incense was burned, just a gesture of goodwill.

  In this way, the spiritual birth came out. In Liu Yi's consciousness sea on the possessed statue, a book suddenly appeared. With the appearance of this book, Liu Yi could see that some white light floated from the top of the father and son's heads, similar to needle tips, flying into the scripture.

  A hint of incense and willpower, transformed through the scriptures, became the purest divine power, pouring into Liu Yi's soul. It suddenly lifted the spirits of Liu Yi, who was originally suffering from hunger and cold, and was both chilly and fearful.

  The father and son began to gather their belongings to rest, but Liu Yi was absent-mindedly staring at the symbol in his mind. He thought of its origin, and for a moment, his heart was like a raging stormy sea.

  This was clearly when he was still alive, a big prize won in the lottery of a book club. He was a fan of an online writer called Zi Yu and had joined his reader group, considered an old reader.

  But just drew the prize. At the moment I saw the picture sent in the text message, Liu Yi died and crossed over to this world with that scripture! There are more things that can't be remembered, but they are scattered away with memory.

  I only remember that I seemed to have wandered for a long time before finding this temple to settle in. Memories of my past life are even more chaotic, leaving behind only some fragments. Vaguely, I recall that I seemed to be working at some large supermarket...

  All sorts of thoughts surged up, rapidly consuming his already weak soul power. This made Liu Yi come to his senses and stop his wild thinking, trying his best to clear his mind. Only this way could he maintain it for a longer period of time.

  Although it's summer, it's still cold at night in the mountains, especially when it's raining heavily. The wind blows from all sides.

  "Father," said the Hunter's Son, "it is too cold tonight and easy to freeze. We must think of a way to live!"

  This is the classical world, where medical care is scarce. Once you fall ill, even a slight cold or fever can be fatal. However, with such heavy rain outside, where did the temple get its firewood from?

  The hunter looked around and saw that there was only one wooden altar in the temple, which had already decayed. He hesitated for a moment, then felt the chill of the night air again.

  In the end, the hunter and his son could do nothing but bow down before the god once more, saying: "My father and I will spend the night here; we'll borrow the divine altar to start a fire. We'll repay you in the future!"

  Having said that, I felt a lot more at ease. This world is full of ghosts and gods everywhere, even the gods in this temple have long since lost their spiritual power. The father and son didn't dare to be presumptuous either. After bowing twice before the god, the two of them split the offering table and lit a fire.

  Liu Yi's eyes gleamed with a cold light as he watched from the sidelines, and once again two points of white light fell onto the talisman, transforming into divine energy that made Liu Yi even stronger. The ancient book hidden deep within his consciousness emerged, the "Six Paths Heaven Scripture".

  This book and the origin of the summons, Liu Yi can no longer remember. The more a lonely soul does, the more its soul will dissipate, and the more memories it will lose.

  However, these incense offerings seemed to bring nourishment and strength to the soul. In the sea of recognition, silently watching this book, all sorts of ghosts and gods' knowledge emerged in my mind.

  It was late at night and the rain had become much smaller. The thunder that originally existed had long since stopped. Liu Yi curiously floated down from the statue, looking back with a glance.

  That statue has a blue face with fangs and two heads with four arms, it's not a good kind at first glance. The gold paint on its body is peeling off, revealing the mud core inside.

  At this time, Liu Yi looked down at himself and found that he was similar to a ghost, with his toes an inch off the ground and a faint mist wrapped around his body. He floated forward.

  The bonfire had gone out more than half, leaving only a wisp of ash. Liu Yi subconsciously skirted around the ashes, as if these flames were dangerous to him and could scorch him.

  He curiously looked at this father-son pair, awake. On the top of their heads and two shoulders, there were three flames, with different colors presenting red, green, and yellow. The three flames reflected each other, forming a circle of light, enveloping the whole person.

  "The Six Classics of the Heavenly Path" records that the three fires are what is called the "three fires of the human body", namely Fu, Lu and Shou. During sleep, these three fires all weaken, and even have a restless and flying state, unable to cover the whole body. Liu

  Suddenly enlightened, no wonder people are often haunted by ghosts in their dreams, it turns out to be this way!

  He wanted to try and see if he could enter the father-son's dream, scare them a bit. Make them often offer incense and fire. Otherwise, in this desolate mountain temple, where would they have such good luck? Running into people who come to burn incense and worship on their own initiative?

  But just as Liu Yi put his hand on the father of the hunter, he heard a tiger's roar, which scared Liu Yi so much that his soul flew away and he retreated several steps, almost stepping through the wall.

  Around his father's neck, a red cord was hung with a tiger tooth. Even in Liu Yi's original world, there was a tradition of hunters hanging the teeth of fierce beasts on their bodies to drive away ghosts and evil spirits.

  Liu Yi's soul was originally weak, and just now he was frightened, his soul almost collapsed, and the mist around him also dispersed.

  He didn't dare to provoke the father and son again, and retreated back into the statue. The father also seemed to have some reaction, and he woke up dazedly, took a look, and fell asleep again.

  All these Liu Yis didn't care, a heartbroken and self-pitying anger, started scolding that guy called Zi Yu, why did he end up in such a miserable state?

  Becoming a lonely ghost is one thing, drifting to another world is another, and without incense offerings, wouldn't I be doomed to have my soul scattered?