The Legend of Immortal Court

Chapter 1 Su Ting
Cloudy, no rain, dark sky.

In the tile-roofed house, the lights are dim and yellow.

The sick and weak boy lying on the bed swept his gaze around the room and landed on the oil lamp.

"There is nothing better than this."

Su Ting sighed, knowing in his heart that if it wasn't for the dark weather, if it wasn't for him being seriously ill and lying in bed, this oil lamp, which needs to consume oil money, shouldn't have been lit.

He closed his eyes, frowned slightly, thinking about all the ins and outs.

That day, because I was familiar with ancient Chinese, I was invited by my old classmates who were engaged in the archaeological industry to go to the deep mountains to explore the ancient tombs of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

Walking in the tomb passage, he looked up and saw a stone gourd with mottled red paint hanging above it.

Then the gourd was smashed down, and then his eyes went dark, and his head hurt sharply.

When I woke up again, I was already here.

This is an era very similar to ancient China, and the dynasty is Zhou!

Although there are many differences in culture, etiquette, customs, language, writing, and even the gods enshrined in temples, they also have striking similarities.

If he was not familiar with history and convinced that China did not have such an era, he almost thought that he had returned to the Zhou Dynasty in ancient China because of the ancient tombs of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

If this is the case, he will inevitably be full of doubts.

Perhaps, this is the real Zhou Dynasty in history?

And passed down to later generations, after thousands of years, in the impression of later generations, there are many discrepancies in various classic records?

"It doesn't matter if you travel inexplicably, or if you don't have a rich background like an emperor or prince, but anyway, you should give me a good body, and I can always eat with my hands and feet."

Su Ting let out a long breath, thinking of the current situation, feeling helpless, "Now a sick child, lying in bed all day long, what's the matter?"

The boy who was reborn by him now is also named Su Ting.

Originally, the Su family was barely wealthy and ran a shop, but later it was designed by someone, and it was not managed well, and it suffered a big loss.

In order to get justice, Su's father ran all over the place, and finally died of illness due to overwork.

Su's mother was sad and heartbroken, and she became thinner and thinner day by day. After two months, she also died of a serious illness.

Now only Su Ting and his cousin are left to depend on each other.

Because Su Ting was weak since he was a child, and after the accident in his family, he became weaker and weaker. The so-called dependence on each other, in fact, it was his cousin who had always been taking care of him, a sick child.

"It's been a few years since I thought about it?"

The cousin's original surname was Fang, and she was originally a distant relative of his. Due to a change in the distant family, she was left alone and traveled a long distance to visit relatives here.

The parents of the Su family were kind-hearted, they took pity on a little girl's family, and they had the relationship of relatives, so they took her in.

After that, only three or four years later, the Su family fell into ruin.

After the Su family's parents passed away, Su Ting, who had been weak since childhood, was overly sad and even weaker. She could only be taken care of by her cousin, eating and living. Counting it down...it has happened to be three or four years.

Thinking of this, Su Ting lowered his eyebrows and seemed to sigh a little.

"The original Su Ting is also a conscientious person."

The original Su Ting knew that he was dragging her cousin, so she made up her mind to explain it to her.At that time, I probably thought that the Su family had raised her for three or four years, and she had also raised her for three or four years.

But he didn't expect that there are unpredictable things in the sky, and people have misfortunes and blessings. Before he could say what he thought, he became seriously ill overnight and passed away in a hurry.

When he woke up again, his physical body was still there.

And the inner soul already came from another world.

Memories merged, as if souls merged.

The physical body remains unchanged, and the memory still exists, but the priority of consciousness has changed.

Su Ting is still Su Ting.

Can be different after all.

……

"Today is the first day of the new year, is my cousin going to worship God?"

Su Ting slightly closed his eyes, his eyes revealing his thoughts.

This world also has a mythology system similar to that of ancient China, with a series of legends circulating.

There are legends about Heaven, Emperor of Heaven, Underworld, Yama, Gods, Immortals, Ghosts, Demons, etc. But for ordinary people, these stories are the same as previous lives, unfathomable and unpredictable. Difficult to distinguish.

This time my cousin went to the temple in the town, which enshrines the God of Thunder, the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder God Puhua Tianzun.

"Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder God Puhua Tianzun?"

Su Ting laughed softly, "One word difference?"

In ancient China, there was also a "Nine Heavens Responding to Yuan Thunder and Universalizing Tianzun". It is rumored that the original person was Wen Zhong, the grand master of the Shang Dynasty.

This difference is said to be a Taoist, a leader of the Taoist sect, and a famous god. But 800 years ago, when the Zhou Dynasty was established, the heavens enshrined the gods. the first.

My cousin went to worship God this time because she wanted to ask for the blessing of Thunder God Tianzun so that he could recover soon.

In the past, Su Ting would definitely denounce feudal superstition, but now after being smashed by a gourd, he can still travel through time, and there are even such things as rebirth with the body... Now the four characters of feudal superstition, in his heart, has been erased.

"Thor?"

Su Ting let out a breath.

The mythology systems of the two worlds are so similar, it seems that these stories of gods and ghosts, which he has always considered to be fabricated, seem a little more credible.

After thinking like this for a while, my mind suddenly went blank.

Bedridden these days, I can't help falling asleep every day...but after sleeping for a long time, I always feel that I don't get enough sleep, so I become more lethargic.

"Using the words of the previous life, this is neurasthenia, right?"

He closed his eyes, feeling drowsy, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

"Xiao Ting, wake up..."

A gentle voice came into his ears.

Su Ting's eyelids moved, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a delicate face.

His gaze met a pair of black and white eyes.

The woman in front of her has exquisite facial features and a beautiful appearance, but her skin is slightly pale.

She has black hair like a waterfall, which is casually coiled with a wooden hairpin, revealing a white and smooth neck, which looks simple and clean.

Su Ting knew that using a wooden hairpin to coil up her hair was not for the sake of looking good, but for the convenience of work.

This was originally an elegant and quiet woman, but now... she looks even more crisp and capable.

"You drink some water first."

The cousin brought a bowl of water, as if she wanted to feed him water.

Su Ting quickly reached out to take it, and said, "I'll do it myself."

He took the porcelain bowl and touched his cousin's hand, and was startled for a moment.

Because those hands were not as warm and smooth as imagined, but a little rough.

Su Ting looked down, only to see a pair of rough hands with many tiny scars on them.

Some were new wounds, some were old wounds, and some had healed, but in the end they all left so many tiny and mixed marks on the hands that should have been slender, slender, smooth and flawless.

How could such a beautiful woman have such rough hands?

The cousin also noticed Su Ting's gaze, quickly took her hand back, quietly put her back behind her, and said angrily, "What are you thinking about? Drink some water..."

Su Ting hummed, feeling pity in his heart, but he looked as usual and drank his saliva.

Putting down the bowl, he took a look and saw two more buckets of water in the corner, knowing that his cousin came back carrying water while he was asleep.

Everyone is a lady, and her fingers should not touch the spring water, but she has worn a pair of beautiful and flawless hands into a pair of rough palms full of calluses.

It's really distressing, Su Ting sighed in his heart.

At this moment, I saw another flame from my cousin's place.

When Su Ting turned his head to look, the cousin had already walked over with another bowl of water, and said softly, "Drink this."

Su Ting took a look and found that there were many black objects floating or settling in the water, and asked in surprise, "What is this?"

The cousin said softly: "This is Fushui."

Su Ting suddenly closed his mouth. He knew that talisman water was burning talisman paper into the water, that is to say, the black substance in the bowl of water in front of him was actually paper ash, and it turned out that it was mostly red. Orange, yellow, green, blue and blue paper of unknown colors, and must have been scribbled on it with cinnabar or ink by a bull-nosed Taoist priest.

Thinking of drinking paper ashes and water together, Su Ting felt conflicted, closed his mouth tightly, and shook his head quickly.

The cousin was not angry, let alone angry, with a calm expression, looked at him quietly, and said softly: "This is a piece of talisman that I have been seeking with great difficulty. It can exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases. Don't be afraid of suffering or getting dirty, just treat it as a drink." medicine."

Looking at the black and white eyes of the woman in front of him, Su Ting felt inexplicably guilty, and his heart softened, so he wanted to agree.

But he immediately thought of something again, his eyes showed horror, and he shook his head again and again.

Cousin said that she asked for talisman water to exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases?

Although he felt that he was one with Su Ting in his original body, regardless of each other.

But in reality, the former Su Ting had already died of illness, and he came from the earth and was reborn with a new body. Isn't it just the evil spirit attached to this body?

This talisman to exorcise evil spirits, wouldn't it dispel one's own soul?
"and many more……"

Su Ting swallowed, he had already died once, but he didn't want to die again, and he didn't even think about letting himself die completely.

So he took a deep breath, looked directly into his cousin's eyes, and shook his head firmly.

However, he shook his head like this, and then his head became dizzy for a while.

"Fuck!"

Only then did he realize that even shaking his head with this sick man's body would have incalculable consequences.

Su Ting didn't have time to think too much, and immediately passed out.

There was only an exclamation in my ear.

……

I do not know how long it has been.

As far as the eye can see, the fog is hazy.

It was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the surrounding scenery could not be seen.

"Where?"

Su Ting was in a trance, as if he was in mid-air, he was in the clouds and mist, floating and uncertain.

boom!
Suddenly there was an explosion.

There was thunder in the clouds and mist.

The thunder light flickered, shaped like a living thunder dragon and lightning snake, roaming and roaring in the clouds and mist.

The sound of thunder made Su Ting's heart tremble suddenly, and he woke up from the dazed state in an instant.

And ahead, after a burst of thunder and lightning, there was suddenly a bright white light in the clouds.

"flame?"

"White flame?"

Su Ting felt a fiery breath from the misty white light.

The gray-white mist and blue-white thunder gave birth to a hazy white light like a veil.

Then, in the white light, came a Taoist, wearing a fishtail suit and a big red robe, holding a mottled old red gourd in his hand.

"In the past, after conferring the gods, all the saints were able to transcend. They practiced the poor way for many years, and now they are also seeking the way of transcendence. However, I think that I have not accepted disciples in this life, and there are no successors, so I passed down the orthodoxy."

The Taoist suddenly spoke, his voice resounded in all directions, and he said in a deep voice: "The one who gets this inheritance is my true disciple."

Su Ting was shocked.

Conferred God?

Saints?

Orthodoxy?

disciple?

true biography?

"immortal?"

Su Ting stayed for a while.

Who is this Taoist?

Which fairy?
Yuanshi Tianzun?Taishang Laojun?Master Tongtian?

Real Taiyi?Real person Yuding?
Yang Jian?Nezha?Lei Zhenzi?
Su Ting woke up with a start, and after taking a closer look, he found that this person was dressed very familiarly, especially the gourd in his hand.

Ordinary people might not be able to recognize this attire, but as a character who is familiar with ancient Chinese and has read many ancient books, Su Tingdang even thought of a character in ancient Chinese legends.

However, at this moment, the Taoist priest suddenly spoke.

"Poverty!"

"Sanren of West Kunlun!"

The Taoist said in a deep voice, "Lu Ya!"

As soon as the voice fell, all directions vibrated, and the heaven and earth rolled back.

This invisible white cloud suddenly boiled and rolled endlessly.

Su Ting was once again in a state of confusion.

In the fog in front of him, a red light suddenly flashed.

A gourd was punched out from the fog and appeared in front of his eyes.

Suddenly approaching the door.

Su Ting was shocked suddenly and wanted to hide, but his whole body was frozen and he couldn't move.

Then there was a crisp sound, hitting Su Ting's forehead.

Familiar feeling, familiar taste.

It seemed to let him return to the ancient tomb in the deep mountains that he encountered for the first time.

Nothing but headaches, just darkness.

……

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