Unlimited priesthood

Chapter 113 Zhong Chuan
His name is Zhong Chuan, and he is a fisherman on Dongting Lake.

His life was very ordinary; it began in poverty and ended in poverty.

From Brother Chuan to Brother A Chuan, then from Brother A Chuan to Uncle Zhong, all the way to the last Old Zhong.

He spent most of his life in and around Dongting Lake, from childhood to adolescence, adulthood to old age.

Aside from being single and never marrying, his life trajectory was no different from that of an ordinary fisherman; he was born in Dongting Lake and would also die in Dongting Lake.

But now things have changed a little. A soul that doesn't belong to this world has crossed over and taken over everything.

Shen He leaned against the boat awning, breathing and adjusting his rhythm, finally managing to regain some strength in his old and frail body.

Shen He dared not delay. He immediately propped himself up and began to search the cabin based on his memory. He finally found a small jar.

The rice jar was almost empty, with only a little bit of unpolished rice left in the dent. Shen He picked it out with trembling hands, then took a tattered hemp garment, shakily cut off half of it with a knife, and vigorously rubbed it to fluff it up.

Shen He placed the linen on the chopping board, then took out a pair of flints and tried his best to calm his trembling hands as he repeatedly struck the linen.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

As the flint was struck, numerous sparks flew out, falling into the burlap ball and igniting the hemp fibers. Smoke quickly rose into the air.

Shen He lowered his head and struggled to hold it in place with his hands. Then he carefully blew air into it, intensifying the burning of the tiny tinder.

In no time, the fire spread and soon ignited the burlap sack.

Shen He quickly put it into the small stove, then added a few pieces of dry firewood to completely ignite the stove.

Then he placed an old earthenware pot on the stove, added rice and water without washing it, and then stood by the stove, recovering his strength while waiting for the porridge to cook.

He had not eaten for a day, no, for two days.

In "Old Zhong's" hazy memory, he suddenly felt unwell two days ago, and then lay in this awning boat, with no one to take care of him and no strength to get up.

He endured two days in this half-dead state, on the verge of passing away, when unexpectedly, he transmigrated and took over everything.

Already in his seventies or eighties, and having not eaten or drunk anything for two days, coupled with various ailments due to old age and frailty, he was lucky to have transmigrated; otherwise, he would have died long ago.

Although he has managed to stay alive thanks to his transmigration ability, it's only a breath left. If he doesn't eat soon to replenish his life energy, he'll still die.

Looking at the bubbling rice soup in the earthenware pot, Shen He scooped out a bowl with trembling hands, blew on it a few times to let it cool slightly, and then carefully put it into his mouth.

It wasn't that he was being fussy or afraid of being burned when he was starving; it was that his frail and old body simply couldn't withstand any more abuse, not even a bowl of scalding hot rice porridge.

This is why he started a fire to cook porridge. His current body, whether in terms of teeth or stomach, cannot directly eat raw rice, and he cannot even drink cold water. Otherwise, his stomach and intestines cannot handle it, and a bout of diarrhea could directly kill him.

Sip the rice porridge little by little. The warm liquid flows through the mouth, down the esophagus, and into the stomach, finally releasing a little energy and restoring some vitality to this weak body.

"call!!"

Shen He also breathed a sigh of relief, his body relaxing slightly, but he was not satisfied; instead, he felt even hungrier.

Hunger is a good thing; it means there is still hope.

Looking at the porridge boiling in the clay pot, Shen He ladled himself another bowl and carefully drank it.

To be honest, this start was far from pleasant.

Although the little beggar in his first life also started with a disastrous beginning, suffering from hunger and cold and dying of starvation, Gouwa was still a teenager with potential to be developed and a future to grow.

This old man's life has come to an end. Although he transmigrated and forcibly extended his life, how long can he sustain it? How long will it take for his frail old body to recover?
It's only because Shen He has a strong will; if someone else had traveled through time like this, they probably would have killed themselves long ago.

The scariest thing in the world is not having an eighty-year-old's mind in an eighteen-year-old's body, but having an eighteen-year-old's mind in an eighteen-year-old's body.

The ruthlessness of time and the aging of body and mind are enough to destroy any lofty ambitions.

Beauty has been like a famous general since ancient times, and the world is not allowed to see gray hair.

Shen He sighed and dismissed the idea of ​​"reopening".

Zhuangzi's dream of the butterfly is not without limitations. Each time he travels through time, there is a cooldown period. He either has to wait for time to accumulate or consume experience to recharge. If he chooses to restart, he will have to wait at least several months before he can dream of the butterfly again.

But in a few months he will be joining the Special Bureau and officially starting the work of eradicating the evil god cult. Where will he find so much uninterrupted free time to manage the Dream Butterfly World with its huge flow rate?

Therefore, we cannot give up easily; not only can we not give up, we must also develop it as quickly as possible.

After all, he only has six months, and within those six months he must raise the strength of his Dream Butterfly body to the point where he can "abstain from grains".

In this way, he can switch back and forth between the real world and the Dream Butterfly world without worrying about any accidents happening while he is "idling".

So, how should it develop?
Shen He first checked the time flow rate.

"One to one hundred?"

"Is this a middle-thousand world?" Shen He was somewhat surprised by the speed of time flow.

This time, he actually traveled to a middle-thousand world.

It seems that after leveling up, the transmigrator not only gained new talents, but also enhanced their original talents, such as Zhuangzi's dream of a butterfly, which are now able to reach the middle thousand worlds.

However, this Middle Thousand Worlds...

"Musha?"

"Immortal fate?"

"Chen State!"

"This is... a world of cultivation?"

Shen He searched through "Old Zhong's" memories but only obtained some scattered information.

First, Dongting Lake, where he is located, is under the jurisdiction of Yueyang Prefecture, which in turn is under the Great Chen Dynasty. Currently, the Great Chen Dynasty is ruled by the "Xuanren Emperor," and the dynasty has been in power for over 1,200 years, spanning seventeen generations.

There's a problem here!

There is no banquet that does not end, and there is no dynasty that does not perish. The historical cycle is difficult to change. Under normal circumstances, a feudal dynasty will last for three or four hundred years at most before it disintegrates due to problems such as land annexation and people's livelihood.

Thus, one dynasty collapses and another rises. Amidst the ravages of war, various forces are reshuffled, the population dwindles, and land becomes available. With space for development, another so-called golden age can be created, and the cycle continues.

This is the historical cycle!

Given the nature of human nature and the nature of interests, it is difficult to change unless we can change the relations of production, improve productivity, and break free from the feudal era. Even if we do break free, we may not be able to change anything.

So how did the Chen Dynasty last for more than 1,200 years and continue to stand for seventeen generations of emperors?

Needless to say, there's definitely something fishy going on.

Shen He estimated that it was most likely the result of extraordinary power suppressing everything.

What kind of extraordinary power?
Shen He didn't know either. After all, "Old Zhong" was just a fisherman, an ordinary fisherman who had never left Yueyang Prefecture for decades, or even left the area around Dongting Lake. What extraordinary things could he possibly know?
That is, I've heard of the existence of martial artists and other such beings, as well as some strange and fantastical tales.

For example... a destiny with immortals!
What exactly are martial arts practitioners and immortal destiny?
"Gululu!"

The sound of the porridge boiling brought Shen He back to his senses.

Shen He hurriedly pulled out the firewood and put it into the lake water vat next to him to extinguish it. Then he picked up a wooden ladle and scooped out the meager amount of rice porridge.

Regardless of what extraordinary powers exist in this world, or how martial artists and immortals are entangled, his primary task now is to survive.

If you can't survive, then forget about everything else!
But sometimes the hardship in this world is simply the word "life".

As a widow, Old Zhong had no children and no descendants.

A few years ago, he could still make a living by fishing with nets, but as time went by and he got older, after passing the age of seventy, he gradually lost the strength to fish and eventually could only wait to die in his dilapidated awning boat.

Now that it's his turn, the situation hasn't improved much, because this body is too weak, so weak that he can't even practice martial arts, otherwise he might very well practice until he dies.

Only the Devouring Yuan Technique can still be used to a certain extent, but you need to have Yuan to devour it.

Old Zhong, who is old and frail, has not fished in the lake for two years because he is too weak to withstand the wind and waves. He can only cast his net in the reeds and catch small fish and shrimp to make a living, along with the occasional turtle or tortoise he catches.

But he was barely managing to stay afloat. The awning boat was dilapidated, and the furniture on board was just as old and worn out as he was. The water jar was empty, and he had no money. How could a lonely old man survive?
Shen He remained silent, finishing the entire pot of brown rice porridge without wasting a single drop.

Although there were only a hundred or so grains of rice, they were enough to slightly bloat the stomach after being cooked into porridge. A warm current emanated from the abdomen and spread to the limbs and bones, allowing the weak body to regain some strength.

Unfortunately, it's just a feeling of being full of water; a few urinations and it's all gone.

If you don't want to starve, you have to get up and work hard for your next meal.

Shen He straightened up, went to the bow of the boat, checked the fishing gear, and then prepared to set sail.

While the deep waters with strong winds and rough waves are naturally off-limits, just like Old Zhong before him, it's still perfectly fine to cast nets and fish in these reed marshes to catch some small fish and shrimp.

Although this body is old and frail, it has not yet reached the end of its life. As long as there is a sufficient supply of food and the effects of the Devouring Yuan Technique are combined, it can still recuperate.

So his next task was to fish, to catch lots and lots of fish!

Shen He struggled to push the awning boat forward with a long pole, but before it had gone far, a familiar panel appeared.

"Inauguration successful!"

"You've acquired a profession—fisherman!"

"Gained the professional talent - Fishing!"

(End of this chapter)