Historical Fault: King Cg Exposure Shocked the World

　　I only felt that I had entered a cemetery of the gods. .

　　boom! !

　　She felt her mind roar, and a violent mood swing seemed to influence her thoughts at any time. .

　　Fortunately, the desolate scene disappeared after just a second. .

　　Line of sight, once again into the dark.

　　As if time were turning around. .

　　Click, click, click. .

　　Time passed by silently.

　　suddenly!

　　"Wow...!!" A baby cry broke the silence. .

　　Su Xinyu's eyes suddenly lit up.

　　The scene that appeared in front of him was like the scene of a child being born.

　　In the yard, the servants are busy everywhere, Hexi.

　　And Su Xinyu quickly saw what kind of child was born. .

　　There is an unusual mark on his forehead. .

　　Su Xinyu could see clearly that the mark was the Divine Rune. .

　　"Is Jin Chan reincarnated...!!"

　　"That is to say, the story should start in this reincarnation."

　　"Traveling west... I will still go west to find the source of the crisis." Su Xinyu secretly said in her heart.

　　Afterwards, he quietly stared at the festive family in front of him. .

　　Time flies before my eyes. .

　　Su Xinyu figured out Jin Chan's family background in this life.

　　His ancestors were once prominent and famous families. His great-grandfather and great-grandfather were officials in the frontier, and his grandfather was also a high-ranking official.

　　There is a father who holds an important position in Chang'an and a happy family.

　　Until five years later....

　　His mother died of illness.

　　Before his death, Su Xinyu could vaguely hear what his mother often said.

　　I dreamed of a young son, dressed in white, riding a beautiful white horse to the west.

　　Maybe it was the root that was buried in Jin Chan's reincarnation heart (aefb) from then on. .

　　When he was ten years old, his sick father passed away with longing for his wife after resigning from office. . . .

　　The successive changes have scattered the family and servants of the mansion and servants in the city of Chang'an.

　　He followed the loyal old butler to the Heluo side until the old butler also passed away.

　　The family who was fostered was kicked out not long after the New Year's Day.

　　Not to blame them, after all, the family has six children.

　　Unpredictable on this day, the turbulent Heluo frontier is already very difficult.

　　Another very tragic start!

　　Su Xinyu was silent. .

　　The sight in front of him flickered again.

　　Riverside.

　　The ten-year-old orphan boy curled up in the cold rain, thinking silently, until an old monk appeared beside him with an old umbrella.

　　"Child, aren't you cold? Why are you in a daze here, what about your family?"

　　"I'm thinking about something..."

　　"Thinking about what?"

　　"Why did those leaves fall into the river, and they couldn't help being carried away by the river, and disappeared without a trace? Why didn't the stone move?"

　　"How can you start thinking about this at such a young age?" The old monk was a little surprised, "Where's your family?"

　　"I don't have any family anymore." The orphan boy raised his clear eyes.

　　"Then, why don't you go with the old man. Although the mountain is very hard, there is a wall and half a tile, and a spoonful of gruel."

　　"Ah."

　　"Maybe, as time goes by, you can find the answer to fallen leaves and rocks."

　　"Um"

　　After walking for a long time, the old monk finally led him to the foot of this lonely mountain.

　　That was the first time he saw these nine stone steps of ninety-nine-eighty-one steps, tattered, high and low, winding all the way to the depths of the lonely mountain.

　　The moss-covered mountain road was especially slippery in the drizzle.

　　The orphan boy would rather fall and insist on climbing alone. The small body is in some steep places, and he even needs to use both hands and feet to continue moving forward.

　　The old monk said that every nine, nine, eighty-one steps on this long step has a stone engraved with the wishes of good men and women over the years. ...

　　I don't know if those wishes have finally come true, but it is possible that the people who made the wish are gone, and the mottled writing is still there, but like this stone step, it is also covered with slippery moss, covering those old wishes. ....

　　And at the end of the long steps, in the drizzle in the dense forest and mountains, is their destination, a small temple that has long been dilapidated, in disrepair, and the incense is no longer strong.

　　This orphan, who realized the impermanence of life early on, has a precocious intelligence and talent that is different from ordinary people.

　　In the eyes of the old monk, he is also a person who has a predestined relationship and a root of wisdom.

　　The tree branches in the courtyard seemed to take only one night to grow from bud to green.

　　In the dilapidated courtyard in the clear summer sky, the old monk shaved him, and the golden mark on his forehead became more and more obvious.

　　Obedient children are well-behaved and quiet, with a composure and indifference that does not match their age, as elegant and eternal as the golden seal on their forehead.

　　"From now on, you are my apprentice, just call me master," the old monk said lovingly.

　　"Teacher...Master..." The child murmured.

　　This word is indescribably familiar, as if I often hear it in a dream.

　　In a dream, yes!

　　In those chaotic dreams like fragments,

　　It seems that there are often hairy monkey heads and nine-foot rakes....

　　There are even repeated images of the young self in a mother's dream wearing white clothes and riding a beautiful white horse to the west...

　　"It's time to give you a name..."

　　The child's thoughts were pulled back by the old monk.

　　The sound of cicadas in the courtyard and outside the courtyard became clearer and clearer in the afternoon of this summer's empty mountains.

　　Inspired by old monks.

　　"Cicadas slaughtered in the filth, outside of the floating dust, they can enter the soil and be born, and they can emerge from the earth to emerge, metamorphose and rebirth.

　　"This eternal meaning is the same as the natural golden seal on your forehead."

　　"You will be called Jin Chan in the future!!"

　　Everything seems to be back on track again.

　　Golden cicada! !

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Chapter [-]: Jin Chan enters the WTO!Want to go west!

　　Chapter [-]

　　The golden cicada in the past life, the reincarnation of destiny in this life.

　　He once again received such a name. .

　　Su Xinyu was silent.

　　Jin Chan's reincarnation, family tragedy, is this ~ already doomed. .

　　Probably, it was fate-arrangement....

　　This old monk is also destiny, and he will definitely meet.

　　"My disciple Jin Chan thanked the master!" Jin Chan readily accepted. .

　　"Teacher remember, practitioners should take compassion as their heart in the future."

　　"Master, what is mercy?"

　　"Loving sentient beings, giving them happiness, showing mercy to all sentient beings, and eradicating their suffering is for compassion," the old monk said.

　　"Understood, the disciple remembers the teacher's teachings," Xiao Jinchan responded rightly.

　　........................

　　Spring and autumn come, the cold and summer change, Jin Chan and the old monk almost depend on each other.

　　Although the residence is dilapidated, the clothing and food are poor, and it is very hard, it does not hinder Jin Chan's cultivation.

　　Talented and intelligent, he can often comprehend the principles of the law that even old monks cannot.

　　The weather is bad, and Jin Chan often follows the old monk up and down the nine nine-nine-eight-one long steps.

　　Go down to the town at the foot of the mountain, distribute the food that is not much in the temple to those displaced people, or help some unknown people to overcome difficulties big and small;