Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 258 Awakening
This is a tragedy.

However, tragedies are not uncommon.

Especially now that Lü Gu has extended his resurrection authority globally.

It can be said that sadness and despair occur in this world every moment.

If you want, you can even watch thousands of tragedies and spectacles at the same time.

And under the influence of some incomprehensible rules, this does not cause any mental distress, so tragedy is not rare.

What intrigued Lü Gu and prompted him to inquire further was more the serendipitousness of this chance encounter and the spontaneous impulse of the moment.

When faced with a series of obviously abnormal questions, the other party seemed to take it as part of a cycle of reincarnation, and under guidance, recounted their entire life in a straightforward manner.

But the turning point in fate came after all these exchanges, with a seemingly unrelated sentence:
Do you think reincarnation is good or bad?

The other party's answer surprised Lü Gu somewhat:

"I don't know..."

He frowned and pondered for a long time, as if he really wanted to think of a good answer, but in the end he could only say this dryly.

Having said that, he looked up at Lü Gu, who had transformed into a young man in official robes, with this confusion and numbness in his eyes:
"I can tell you must be a great deity... Can I not be reincarnated? I don't want a next life."

These words surprised even Lü Gu.

He could see the meaning in the other person's eyes; it wasn't a cowardly act of clinging to life, but rather a numb weariness.

His short life seemed to have exhausted all his energy, and even death could not ease it in the slightest.

Meeting the expectant look in those eyes, Lü Gu finally nodded:
"Well, yes."

"However, the Meng Po soup is no longer available, but I have another way. You may lose some things, but you should live a more meaningful life."

After speaking, he calmly met his gaze:
"how about?"

Upon hearing this, the other party nodded decisively without hesitation, showing no regard for what would happen next.
"Um, may the gods protect me... um..."

With a look of relief, he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply, but stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, somewhat embarrassed.

Lu Gu didn't care about any of that.

He immediately unleashed his global reach, quickly selected a location, and with a wave of his hand, the disheveled figure dressed as a homeless man vanished from the spot.

The coordinate teleportation command silently brought the other party back to reality. It was a deserted, remote mountain village.

However, in the next moment, hundreds of Minecraft villagers dressed in various styles suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Then, amidst the swirling pixelated light and shadow, the big-nosed appearance faded away, and they transformed into villagers dressed in simple clothes.

There are men and women, old and young.

The abandoned and dilapidated houses were quickly repaired and maintained by the skilled hands of the cattle and horses villagers.

In the small open space in the center of the village, sunlight spilled onto the golden, soft wheat field, and a rugged man, now dressed in hunting attire, slowly opened his eyes:

"…This is?"

Looking down at the village from the perspective of a bird flying in the air, Lü Gu looked at Zhang Hanwen, who had been dressed up by him, and walked around in confusion.

He talked with the surrounding villagers who were disguised as farmers, and learned his identity from one of them—a hunter in the village.

He owns a house and a home, is physically fit, and is an orphan. He is a highly sought-after marriage prospect by matchmakers in the surrounding villages.

Everyone in the village, from 80-year-old farmers to three-year-old children, can call him by his name familiarly—Zhang A.

The past 30 years were like a fleeting, hazy dream, as if I were just looking up at the sun in the warm sunlight.

Although he couldn't remember anything about his past as a village hunter for some reason, he quickly settled in amidst everyone's warm greetings.

He pieced together his own background from everyone's accounts, and there were many overlaps between it and the vague dreams in his mind.

For example, parents tragically lost their lives in a flash flood.

The difference is that in this small village, he is a hunter, not a homeless vagrant.

In this light, the distinction between reality and dreams seems to make sense...

Lu Gu, who was watching all of this, saw that the other party had adapted quickly, so he began the next step.

As a series of instructions rapidly formed in his mind, the mountain village, along with the surrounding hundreds of miles of desolate forest, was divided into separate areas based on the territory's authority.

The next moment, the time scale was silently adjusted to ten thousand times.

This space, which had already been divided, was even irrationally and separately segmented on a time scale, and suddenly accelerated.

From Lü Gu's perspective, this village, along with the surrounding mountains, forests, plants, and flowers, is a place of beauty.

It begins to grow rapidly, withers, and decays; the seed breaks through the shell, regenerates, withers again, and regenerates again, in an endless cycle.

Meanwhile, the farmers in the village, and the chickens, ducks, cattle, and sheep that came and went all seemed to be on fast-forward, leaving trails of afterimages as they moved between the roads and houses. The farmland was cultivated, harvested in the next second, and sprouted again in the next.

All of this appears normal to the creatures in this space at this moment. They are born, grow old, get sick and die year after year, even though it is less than a minute in the outside world.

Zhang Hanwen, who was in the middle of it all, or perhaps he should be called Zhang A at this moment.

Year after year passed, he worked as a hunter, married and had children, and passed on his hunting skills to the next generation.

Time flows on, and any doubts and those shallow memories are washed away and smoothed over.

10 years, 20 years, 30 years...

Until his body was no longer upright, hunched over and leaning on a cane, watching his grandchildren playing and frolicking in the yard, he lay down in a rocking chair in the warm sunlight and slowly exhaled his last breath.

In this life, he is 97 years old.

And in the instant he breathed his last, everything around him seemed to freeze. The children who had been playing and frolicking withdrew their hands and feet and stood still.

One by one, bodies, young or old, gradually straightened up.

Amidst the shifting light and shadow, a group of people dressed slightly differently, as if from another era, appeared. The surrounding houses and even the terrain and mountains were quickly leveled and piled up with pickaxes and shovels.

In the blink of an eye, with time accelerating, a bustling town appeared.

Inside the house of a wealthy family, a baby cried, and a burly man in military armor carried a somewhat bewildered infant out of the room.
"Look at that expression! My son is indeed extraordinary! No wonder he's a descendant of the Zhang family! Haha!"

"According to the generational naming conventions, it's just a single character 'A' in the given name, which fits perfectly with the Cai family..."

As the man's voice faded into the distance, celebrations quickly broke out within the manor, with banquets lasting for three days, and the entire city rejoicing.

Ten years, a hundred years, pass in the blink of an eye.

The city turned into a field, and the field turned into a desert.

It changes every so often.

And so, with the command accelerating the time scale by ten thousand times, three hundred years passed by in a leisurely manner.

When all this is over, those 30 years of numb memories will have been so diluted that they can't be found at all.

In the end, a battle-hardened soldier named Zhang A died in the siege.

His soul returned to the underworld, becoming a ghost constable who could see his past lives before the Three Lives Stone…

...consciousness was in a state of confusion and flux.

In a daze, Yang Ping saw a magnificent pass that seemed to pierce the clouds.

There was a dense flow of people moving through it, but they could only go in and not come out.

Just as he felt his consciousness fading and he was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly felt a pull coming from within him.

In a flash, the image disappeared.

Meanwhile, in a secluded house, accompanied by the rustling of branches and the gentle flow of stagnant water.

The morning sun shines through the bamboo mat by the window.

With a peaceful expression, Yang Ping slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was an unfamiliar wooden beam.

"Hiss—~"

"...Where am I?"

He raised his hand to his lower back, gasped for breath, and slowly got up, looking around at the unfamiliar room and furniture, somewhat bewildered.

However, with this action, the phantom pain emanating from all over his body quickly subsided.

Looking down at his perfectly intact hands, he couldn't help but touch his body again, finding them all intact.

His memory was still stuck on the image of the last flash of lightning hitting his cheek, leaving him smoking and unconscious.

Looking back now, it's clear that the battle was won and I was saved.

I don't know where I am. The room is furnished with wooden doors, windows, tables and chairs, which is obviously not the style of the Special Operations Bureau.

With doubts in his mind, Yang Ping got up, stretched his stiff body, and walked towards the door not far away.

"Squeak—~"

As the wooden door was slowly pushed open, a spacious courtyard paved with unknown white stones appeared before our eyes.

Not far from the house, a blue figure moving among the wooden stakes and mannequins seemed to have also noticed the commotion.

The figure suddenly turned and leaped onto the stone steps in front of the house.

"Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Yang Ping was stunned when he saw Li Qingfeng suddenly appear in front of him.

The other person's demeanor was different from before, but it was hard to pinpoint exactly what was wrong.

However, he was only puzzled for a moment before he quickly came to his senses and grinned:
"He can run and jump, it feels like he's brand new!"

As he spoke, Yang Ping jumped up and down twice in front of Li Qingfeng and threw a few punches into the air.

However, Li Qingfeng's eyes were somewhat strange upon hearing his words, but he still nodded affirmatively:
"Yes, your intuition is very sharp; it is indeed new."

"…Eh?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Ping, who was still demonstrating his punches, suddenly stopped and stared at him stiffly.

"...Fellow Daoist Li...what do you mean by that?"

Before the question could be answered, Yang Ping continued, speaking to himself:
"Hey...you've even started joking now, that's impressive..."

He forced a laugh with a stiff expression, then met Li Qingfeng's gaze with a somewhat pitiful look; Li Qingfeng had remained silent throughout.

"...Don't you think so?"

A moment of deathly silence fell. Then, amidst his unwavering "no, no, no" gaze, Li Qingfeng decisively shook his head:
"No."

The words of affirmation fell.

Looking at Fellow Daoist Yang, who was frozen in place, Li Qingfeng raised his hand and pointed to a small patch of lush trees in the corner of the square.

There, there was a particularly noticeable small mound of earth:
"In the previous battle, you had neither the aid of magic arrays nor the protection of magical treasures. You relied solely on talismans to recover and endure the damage, resulting in severe bodily harm, even damaging your foundation. There was no other way..."

As Li Qingfeng explained, Yang Ping, his face ashen, swayed and walked towards the grove of trees, seemingly remembering something.

Upon reaching them and stopping, Li Qingfeng followed.

"...The damage was so severe that it was difficult to heal by external force. Fortunately, my master discovered this and brought you back to the sect. He used all kinds of rare and precious medicines to stabilize your injuries and then used his supernatural powers to remove the lesions and regenerate your flesh and blood."

As he spoke, ignoring Yang Ping, who was already lying on the ground and nearly petrified, he pointed to the stone tablet erected on the mound in front of him:
"Master used his power to remove your body from below the neck, where all the meridians were destroyed. He then used his supernatural powers to quickly reshape it. After that, he removed the damaged body above the shoulders and neck and used his creative magic to reshape it."

"Through this, Fellow Daoist Yang, you were able to restore your meridians, rebuild your foundation, and preserve your physical body."

After the explanation, Yang Ping looked at the words "Yang Ping's Incomplete Tomb" on the tombstone in front of him and couldn't help but swallow.

I raised my hand and touched my neck, only to feel a chill.

After a long while, Yang Ping, who was trying to convince himself to accept it all, still looked up and asked again, somewhat unwilling to give up:
"...So, so what's buried here...?"

"That's right, your head and body below the head, but Master said they are already damaged and have no value in being refined into a zombie or puppet, so there's no need to worry about them anymore."

These words were like nails to Yang Ping's ears, completely sealing off the last glimmer of possibility.

He stared blankly for a long time, reminiscing in his heart about this "good brother" who had been with him for over 20 years.

After thinking for a moment, he took out some talismans from a pocket on one side and dug a hole in the ground in front of the grave.

He rubbed his fingers together to ignite the talisman, and it immediately began to burn.

Li Qingfeng, who was standing to the side with a puzzled look, glanced at them and found that they were all talismans for praying for good fortune and increasing luck.

Having figured out the other person's logic, he fell silent for a moment.

Does burning paper money for yourself really work?

Li Qingfeng was unaware that Yang Ping had always been in charge of handling information about ghosts and the underworld, so he personally didn't know much about it.

I just felt that the scene was a bit strange, but I didn't say anything and just remained silent.

As the firelight dimmed and the talisman was nearly burned, he finally spoke up to interrupt:

"Once you're done, come with me to the front hall. Your injuries were quite severe, and Master said he'd check you again once you wake up to make sure nothing goes wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ping, who had just been looking like he had suffered a blow to his worldview and was completely dejected, was seen.

They quickly shoveled the soil and debris from the surrounding area into the pile of nearly burned talismans.

He filled in the hole he had just dug, then clapped his hands and quickly got up.
"What else is there to say! Let's go!"

"..."

A moment later, on the road leading to the front hall.

Yang Ping, who had been looking around and touching things along the way, was once again pulled back from the roadside pond.

“Fellow Daoist Yang, I have said this many times: it is just a spiritual plant that looks like a lotus flower, but it does not have a lotus root.”

Li Qingfeng looked helpless as he put the person he was carrying back down the road.

"Moreover, this pool is also very dangerous. According to the bureau, it is weak water, and even those with cultivation will be injured if they fall in."

(End of this chapter)