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His name is Zhang Chenjun, and the reason why he has no impression of this is because he has never been called by this name before.

He was born with cerebral palsy.

The doctor diagnosed that his intelligence would not be more than two years old in this life, and if he was not properly cared for, he might become a vegetative state during development.

The Zhang family who heard the news was nothing more than a bolt from the blue.Deep in his dusty memory, he has some impressions of this. His mother hugged him and cried silently, her young and beautiful face was full of pity and emaciation.

But the eldest son of the Zhang family can't, can't be a child with cerebral palsy.

Soon the parents made a decision: obliteration.

He was sent to a nursing home under the name of the Zhang family, which was supposed to be specially built for him, and a company of doctors and nurses surrounded him day and night, and he grew into adulthood in such a muddled way.

His family is not without him, and they come to visit him almost once a month or quarter, which makes the nursing home's doctors and nurses afraid to abuse him.Incidentally, his grandfather, the founder of Junshan Group, visited him as often as his parents.

On his birthday, Zhang Junshan suddenly brought an old woman.

This was the first time an outsider stepped into the nursing home. He smiled happily at the old woman, his small white teeth and dimples were very pleasing.He remembered clearly that the old woman was very kind and gave him a few small mung bean cakes to eat.

Then, the old woman asked him kindly: "Do you want to study?"

"Doo... Su?"

"Just like everyone else, able to speak fluently and watch TV."

"go out?"

"Yes," the old woman stroked his curly hair lovingly, "You can also go shopping and eat delicious food."

"Think, think!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the expressionless grandpa standing in the shadows, and wept.

At that time, he still didn't know what he had promised. He was only curious that the strict grandpa in his impression would also cry. Was grandpa sad?

A week later, he was taken to a hall.

This hall is so big, nearly half of a basketball court.The ceiling was high and dark, it was an octagonal ceiling, with complex and strange talismans drawn with blood-colored cinnabar, which gave him a headache.

He sobbed uncomfortably, perhaps because he sensed the imminent catastrophe.He heard his mother crying too. The young and beautiful woman had been blunted innocence by the years. She was wearing a cheongsam and her hair was tied up in an elegant and dignified bun, which made him feel very strange.

Then, he saw another "little friend".

He is really good-looking, with a small face the size of a palm, with curled and long eyelashes, he may be too tired, sleeping in a wheelchair the whole time, curled up in a blanket, like the most precious little animal.

He heard whispers around him, saying "poor", "vegetative", and he didn't quite understand what they meant.

The great clock rang twelve times.

The rumbling bell echoed in the dead and empty hall, crushing the whispers, and everything was immersed in the indescribable sacredness and mystery.The strong light at noon is shot from the octagonal ceiling, casting a strange shape, so dazzling that it is difficult to look directly at it.

The old woman put on a black robe that covered her whole body, and with three other people who seemed to be two men and one woman, suppressed four directions; the old woman chanted the mantra, her voice became hoarse and ethereal, which made Zhang Chenjun uncomfortable Extremely long, the long incantation seemed endless, and blood flowed along the floor, connecting him with the beautiful boy, and merged with the sunlight from the ceiling to form a complete image...

He really wanted to escape, really wanted to go, this might be his end...

He then became dizzy and lost consciousness.

"He" woke up.

Looking up, a pale ceiling, like the color of the statue of the Virgin of Mercy in the church, vainly plunged the room into an unknown gloom.No one seemed to expect him to wake up at this time, the huge ward was empty.

He tossed and slowly got out of bed, the feeling of his frail legs stepping on the floor really made people cry.

He flung the curtains aside.

The sun is shining brightly, just like youth.

The door opened with a creak, and the unbelievable Zhang family rushed over excitedly, including the younger brothers and sisters who had only met him a few times, surrounded him and asked questions.This is a dream, right?

He can speak normally, and he can express his emotions, but he also found that there are more things in his memory that shouldn't be there.

— another person's memory.

No, is the extra memory of Zhang Chenjun, or the memory of "him" being a vegetable?

Can't tell.

But after that ceremony, Zhang Chenjun thought, no matter who I am, I will live with two people.In fact, he could vaguely feel that a person disappeared after the fusion, which made him uneasy.

He was naturally ignorant to the outside world, which surprised the Zhang family. They thought he had been cured of cerebral palsy, and hired a tutor to teach him the things he likes to touch.His outstanding younger siblings would bring snacks to him one afternoon, and happily tell him what he did during the day, with a look of longing for praise in their eyes.He will be very happy to host them, and then play racing games with them.

He also tried to insinuate, what was the principle of the "ceremony" back then, but everyone's expressions changed when they heard it.

Perhaps, he thought, the ritual had somehow failed.

It is becoming more and more difficult for him to accept the benefits brought by the identity of "Master Zhang" with peace of mind. Even though he has all the memories of the period of cerebral palsy and the memories of the vegetative period belonging to the beautiful boy, he always feels that he is a dove occupying the magpie's nest.

Finally one day, a masked man approached the door.

He claimed to be the chief disciple of the Hu family who came from the Northeast, and said that his guest immortals sensed his distress and could help him out of trouble.

The masked man said, there are two souls living in your body, and I can reshape the body for him.

He vaguely felt something was wrong. After the ceremony that year, that beautiful vegetative boy had been sleeping in the hospital, and he had visited him a few times.

As if he had insight into his inner thoughts, the masked man said, his soul is dead, and in order to enlighten you, his soul was scattered, and I can resurrect him for you.

The masked man said again, I don't want any reward, you just need to give me money.

He has plenty of money.He thought, give it a try, even if you are a charlatan, you can spend money with peace of mind.

But he was cheated.

At the same noon, the masked man drew a large formation and placed him in it.The bloody smell in the gloomy room made him dizzy, and he quickly lost consciousness.

At the last second of separation, he saw a golden light jump out of his body, running against the sun, and then transformed into a transparent fox, running towards the southeast.

He woke up.

It was a night in the wilderness, he stood up cautiously, under his feet was a small bag with a wooden plank erected, like a grave bag.

A bald old man smiled cheerfully at him, showing two missing teeth: "Xiao Huozhi, you just died?"

"Me?" He pointed to himself and looked around. The dense pine forest not far away was hidden in the darkness, like a dormant evil spirit. He couldn't help shivering, "Am I dead?"

"That's right," the old man casually sat down on the ground, "It's a pity to be so young. Seeing you like this, do you remember the past?"

"I can't remember anything." He lowered his eyes, stretched out his hands, transparent, and could clearly see the pebbles in the soft soil on the ground, as if it had just rained, "The name is also..."

"Don't remember the name?" A fat rabbit came over and chirped, "That's not easy, Sai Zhuge, you can give him a name, you are the most educated on our mountain."

The kind old man called "Sai Zhuge" thought deeply: "Well, you look fair, ghost, how about your name Bai Ling?"

He thought that the name you gave was really "educated", but it sounded clean and easy to pronounce, so he nodded slightly: "Okay."

As for the memories of the more distant past...

It goes back to before the Warring States period.

It is rare for the Buddha to go down to the world to experience hundreds of generations. At least in the long history of the Fifth Era, there was not much splash. In the scattered records, it is also called "cutting the three corpses". As everyone knows, it is the experience of killing three corpses.

The good corpse, the evil corpse, and the mean are similar to the division of the eight gates of life and death, the gate of life, the gate of death, and the gate of flatness—only one can become the "self".

But in this life, unexpectedly, it is not that under normal circumstances, Zhongyong first discovers the good corpse and the evil corpse, but that the evil corpse confronts the good corpse in advance.

The result is obvious, the evil corpse killed the good corpse and absorbed the mana of the good corpse.

On that day, a cloud of red clouds of blood appeared, and the sky was filled with gloom, implying that the sea of ​​blood sucked back evil spirits and overwhelmed righteousness. The evil spirits cried out excitedly in the ground, celebrating the coming doomsday when evil spirits ravaged and yin and yang became unbalanced.

And the "senior" of the same origin of the third generation, the Bodhisattva Fudo who "dispels all evil" and "suppresses all evil", who is called the Five Great Ming Kings by later generations and the first of the Eight Great Ming Kings of Tantric Buddhism, is on duty.He couldn't remain indifferent to the imminent catastrophe that the world was about to face, so he became selfish and suppressed the "moderation" of the third generation underground, and restarted his experience after reincarnation in this life.

But what everyone didn't expect was that King Fudo Ming underestimated his suppression of Jiang III's "Golden Mean", and this town has gone through a lot of vicissitudes. It has been a thousand years since he himself woke up, not to mention the "Golden Mean" who has been suppressed all the time.

Since the good corpse was beheaded that year, the good corpse in every reincarnation is always congenitally deformed, either physically or mentally, and it is impossible to fight against the evil corpse blessed by double mana.

Only then did Fudozun realize that he had made a wrong decision back then.

He could not have interfered with the experience of the "student", but his actions back then had already caused great evil.He must correct the track again, and help Jiang III complete the long man-made experience and return to his place together.

However, his meddling must avoid the eyes and ears of heaven and use the hands of others.

He noticed that the situation of the good corpse in this life is also a coincidence. The vegetative person has a broken body but a complete mind. You only need to search for people with the same horoscope and change their souls to make the good corpse move.

So he brought the original Wuqing square tomb to the world, and attracted capable people in the world at that time.Coincidentally, an old friend, Nine-Tails Tenzun, happened to go down to the mortal world for entertainment, hiding his image as a guest fairy.

Knowing Fudozun's troubles, he readily promised to call his "disciple on horseback" Hu Yancui (Hu Tainai).

Needless to say, Hu Yancui is really related to Jiang III. She secretly funded a hospital as early as the war period. There were evil corpses from the previous life in the hospital. Kill the evil corpse, force the evil corpse to fall into reincarnation, and start a new round of experience.

But the new round of evil corpses awakened too early, and Hu Yancui's old wounds were still unhealed, so he had to gather everyone on the road to kill them together.

To make matters worse, he never expected that Gui Haijing, a disciple of the Hu family branch, would awaken the blood of the blood boy after the millennium blood boy was killed.Seeing that Gui Haijing's face was changing day by day and getting closer to the "evil spirit" in his impression, Hu Yancui had no choice but to keep him in sight, calling him "extraordinary talent, personally taught".

As she got old, she felt more and more that the strength of fighting against the blood boy at her peak was far away from her. In desperation, she could only seek the legendary "method of killing the blood boy" and find the "good corpse" of the blood boy.

It's really sleepy and it's on the pillow. Her guest fairy told her that the reincarnation of the "good corpse" you were looking for appeared. However, there are some minor problems...

Kexian gave her a pill recipe.

Soul-changing formula.

She was also given a person with the same horoscope as the vegetative good corpse, the eldest son of the Junshan Group, who happened to be a child with cerebral palsy, so it can be said that the right time, place and people are harmonious.

But changing the soul means that Zhang Chenjun's soul will be exchanged for a vegetative body with a good corpse, which is too cruel.Hu Yancui asked, is there any other way?

Ke Xian said, no.

Sacrifice a person, or sacrifice people who will continue to be tortured and killed by blood children in the future?

Hu Yancui finally made a decision.

She thought, sorry, I choose to bet.

The soul-changing method is even more against the sky than the resurrection array, and she alone cannot practice it.She secretly observed capable and upright people on the road, and locked on the Li family, Lin family, and Xie family.

Three letters were sent to three families, including a request letter that burns after reading, and an air ticket to Shenmu County on December 2012, 12.

On December 12, Hu Yancui, Li Yueqing (Li's father), Wen Shuyu (Li's mother), Li Xueling, Lin Qiming, Lin Mingwan, and Xie Linhai entered the original Wuqing's tomb one day ahead of the main force.

When he came out, for the convenience of walking, he turned into Xie Chongsen, the eldest son of Xie Linhai. Before accepting it, Xie Linhai changed his name to Xie Yihai in order to prevent collision with the name of Fudongzun and to secretly remind himself not to lose his memory.

In 2015, the soul-changing materials were complete, and the soul-changing array started.

In 2016, Gui Haijing coaxed Zhang Chenjun to place an order, intending to kill the good corpse again, but under the protection of Fudo God, only his body was destroyed and his spirit left his body.

If it wasn't for Xie Chongsen's constant protection, Bai Ling would have died countless times in his life, not only in this life, but maybe as early as the Warring States period, he returned to his throne after being beheaded by the evil corpse, became an evil Buddha who failed in his training, and entered the underworld.

The robes of his original body were removed, and Bai Ling wrapped himself in a metallic white down jacket again, and hugged the man sullenly.

The nostrils are filled with fresh rosin, like the meaning of "resoluteness and integrity" that he has always portrayed in the world.

Bai Ling was fascinated, and only when he got along did he understand how gentle and soft he was.

And these belong only to me.