Red Mansion: I relied on the AFK system to create a dynasty

With Cen Mingche's company and encouragement, Eric began to try to compose music with his lost hands.It was hard at first, but he refused to give up.Cen Mingche also inspired him with his own story, telling him that twists and turns in life can lead to new beauty.

"You will succeed, believe in yourself." Cen Mingche encouraged, his heart full of trust in Eric.

As time went by, Eric's music became more and more vital, and he found new creative ways to create moving melodies with his heart.He began to play in the cemetery, attracting more and more dead people to come and listen.They were infected by this music and felt the beauty of life.

In this silent land, Cen Mingche met a deceased person named Saira, who was once a scholar seeking knowledge.But after her death, she lost her desire and belief in knowledge, and fell into confusion and despair.

Saira sat on an ancient tombstone, holding her head in her hands, tears falling down and splashing on the dew-covered loess.Cen Mingche walked to her and sat gently next to her.

"Why are you crying?" Cen Mingche asked, he could feel the pain in Saira's heart.

"I used to be a scholar, eager for knowledge and pursuing truth. But now, everything has lost its meaning, and I have lost faith in knowledge." Saira said tremblingly.

Cen Mingche patted her shoulder gently and encouraged: "Your pursuit is not wrong. Knowledge is boundless. It transcends life and death. Maybe you can look at all this with new eyes."

Saira raised her head and looked at the sky in the distance, her eyes full of contradictions and thoughts.Cen Mingche's words slowly penetrated into her heart, arousing her former love for knowledge.

"Maybe you are right. Knowledge itself is not a problem. I should find my faith in knowledge again." Saira whispered to herself, feeling that the fog in her heart began to slowly dissipate.

Cen Mingche smiled, knowing that his mission had made another small step of progress.In this land where hope has been lost, he is igniting the fire of the soul step by step, helping the dead who have fallen into despair to regain the courage to live.

Time passed, and Cen Mingche continued to wander in this ghost realm, encountering more trapped souls.Each time, he used his experience and wisdom to help them regain their faith and find the true meaning of life.

Cen Mingche was walking in the deserted cemetery. Suddenly, he saw a skinny old man standing next to an ancient tombstone. His eyes were dull and his expression was sad.

"Hello, venerable sir." Cen Mingche greeted softly.

The old man raised his head and looked at Cen Mingche, his eyes full of confusion and distress. "I...I used to be the guardian of this land, but now...my soul has lost its direction and I am at a loss."

Cen Mingche understood his pain and comforted him softly: "The changes in life are always confusing, but every state has its meaning and value. Maybe you need to examine your past and find new beliefs."

The old man was silent for a moment, lost in thought.He recalled his life, his responsibilities, his beliefs, and everything he had done to protect the land.

"You are right, I cannot be trapped in the glory of the past. I once vowed to protect this land, and I can now fulfill this vow in a new way." The old man's eyes flashed with determination.

Cen Mingche smiled, knowing that he had helped another soul find its way. "Everyone can contribute to this land. As long as you have faith and get out of confusion, everything is possible."

The old man nodded gratefully. He felt the heaviness in his heart gradually dissipate, and a new kind of courage and hope surged into his heart.He stared into the distance and seemed to see his new path.

"Thank you, brave man, I will try my best to continue my mission." The old man said solemnly.

Cen Mingche continued to wander in the cemetery, and he met a dead man wearing a shabby robe.The deceased was old, but his eyes were full of wisdom and depth.He seems to have been an elder or wise man.

"Hello, Your Majesty. I am Cen Mingche, a brave man who pursues the truth." Cen Mingche greeted the old man.

The old man nodded slightly and smiled kindly. "I am Belas, and I was once the guardian of this land. Now, I am just a dead person who has lost himself."

Cen Mingche felt the heaviness in the old man's heart. He understood that sometimes people would fall into the shackles of themselves and be unable to escape.

"Honorable Sir, maybe you can share your story. Maybe listening to your experience can bring you some relief." Cen Mingche suggested.

The old man sighed, as if he was weighing whether he should open his heart.Finally, he decided to talk.

"I was once a wise man in this land, deeply respected by people. However, I lost myself in the pursuit of truth, obsessed with my identity and reputation. I took pride in my identity, but forgot my original beliefs and original intentions. .”

Cen Mingche listened carefully and felt the old man's inner pain.He understands that status and reputation can sometimes lead people to lose themselves and away from their original beliefs.

"Honorable Sir, the most important thing in life is inner sincerity and faith. Don't care about identity, only care about the heart. This may be the key to our pursuit of truth." Cen Mingche said cautiously.

The old man fell into deep thought and began to think about Cen Mingche's words.Perhaps, he really should put down the burden of his identity and re-examine his heart.

Accompanied by Cen Mingche, the old man gradually let go of the shackles of his identity and began to re-examine himself.He found inner peace and relief. He was no longer bothered by identity and reputation, but focused on his inner world.

Cen Mingche then walked forward in the cemetery, and he found a deceased man alone with his head bowed in thought.The dead man's hands were clenched tightly, as if he was carrying too much weight.

"Hello, friend, I'm Cen Mingche, how can I help you?" Cen Mingche asked softly, his voice full of warmth and care.

The deceased raised his head, his eyes revealing deep pain. "I am Edgar. I was once a young and promising painter. But now, my creation cannot continue. I have lost my inspiration and belief."

Cen Mingche understood his dilemma and he knew how important creation was to a painter. "Losing inspiration is something every creator may face, but it doesn't mean it's over. Maybe you need to find new revelations, a new trigger point."

Edgar fell into deep meditation, trying to recall the past time, the feeling of the brush jumping in his hands, and the joy of creating.

"Perhaps you can recall the enthusiasm and passion when you first created it, and maybe you will find new inspiration." Cen Mingche suggested.

Edgar felt encouraged by Cen Mingche, and he began to try to rekindle his inner desire to create.He closed his eyes and recalled the painting scenes when he was a child, feeling the simple love.