Spring comes to the desperate place

"What is this?" Song Chunlin looked at his hands. Before he could figure out what was happening, he saw another thicker golden light flying towards him. He didn't even have time to react. The golden light instantly penetrated his forehead, and in an instant, many fragments of memory appeared in his head.

Those fragments were like pieces of a puzzle. Song Chunlin covered his head with his hands. Every time he finished looking at a fragment, the fragment would automatically fall back into place, and soon the complete memory of another person was pieced together.

Song Chunlin did not recognize the man in his memory, but in his memory, some people called him Brother Song, and some people called him Master Wuwei. In the long river of time, Song Chunlin watched him be born and grow up. Because of his good aptitude, he successfully established the foundation easily, and then he was like a cheat all the way, without any obstacles until he reached the Mahayana stage. However, his master said that he was living too smoothly and he had to give him some setbacks.

This man thought it made a lot of sense, so he hid his cultivation, went down the mountain to travel, and met his destined person on the way. The two got married and had a son. Perhaps they lived too happily, their village encountered bandits. In order to save the villagers, he had to reveal his identity as a cultivator.

However, the villagers who were rescued were too ignorant and thought he was some kind of demon. They collectively threatened to burn his family of three to death. During his escape, his wife died of illness and his son was dying. Just when he was in despair, he broke through.

The breakthrough at this moment made him feel that all his previous efforts were a joke.

Because his son had suffered a serious injury when he was young and had lost the path to cultivating immortals, the man grew up with his son, married him, watched him have children, and when his first grandson was born, the man spent his entire life cultivating and created this pendant space. The space only recognizes the descendants of the Song family, but only those with spiritual roots can open it.

In the vast world, there are very few people who possess spiritual roots. So after thousands of years, Song Chunlin is the only member of the Song family who possesses spiritual roots.

"It turns out that my ancestors were immortals. How amazing!" Song Chunlin felt proud.

"Master, if you want, you can also practice immortal cultivation."

Song Chunlin was startled by the sudden voice: "Who? Who is talking! Come out!"

"Woo woo woo, the master is so fierce~"

Song Chunlin's face was dark. He was silent for a while, then he managed to change his tone and asked the voice:

"Who are you? Why do you call me master?"

The voice was confused: "Master is the master, why can't I call him master?"

Wow, this guy is quite good at confronting. Song Chunlin was completely speechless. He looked around but saw nothing.

"Why are you hiding? Come out and we can talk face to face."

"No, I am not strong enough to show up yet, Master, you should quickly accumulate merit and golden light, so that Dabao can show up sooner!"

This thing is called Dabao? Song Chunlin asked it: "So your name is Dabao, right? What is the golden light of merit? Why did you show up and ask me to accumulate the golden light of merit?"

Dabao said proudly: "Dabao is a space spirit. Dabao has been here since the old master opened up the space."

"The golden light of merit requires the master to do more good deeds, such as helping the future emperor to suppress a rebellion. This is a great merit! If the master hadn't saved the life of the third prince, the world would have fallen into the hands of that Ru'an King. That prince is so stingy. If he came to power, there would definitely be corpses everywhere. Master, you have saved many lives in disguise."

Is this really the case? Song Chunlin finally understood what those star-like dots were. So it means that you will get a star for every person you save?

He saved so many people and gained so much merit and golden light, but he could only hear the voice of the spirit of the weapon. It was like you recharged several thousand yuan, but in the end you could only get an answering function. The more Song Chunlin thought about it, the more he felt that it was not worth it.

Unless, this treasure can have other uses.

Thinking of this, Song Chunlin rolled his eyes and asked Dabao with a smile as warm as spring breeze: "Dabao, you said you are a space spirit, right?"

"Yes, Dabao is the most powerful spirit!" It sounds quite proud from the tone.

Song Chunlin smiled and said, "Then Dabao must have other more powerful skills, right?"

Dabao hesitated. Why did he feel that what his master said was so strange? But Dabao was an honest child. He told Song Chunlin honestly:

"The space is my body. Dabao can do whatever he wants in the space, but he can't do anything outside the space. Dabao is still young. The old master said that there are a lot of bad people outside, so I'd better not go out. The old master is a good person, and what he said must be true."

Song Chunlin silently felt ashamed for the old ancestor. He was so good at lying to children.

Song Chunlin was overjoyed when he knew that Dabao could control everything in the space with his thoughts.

"Can Dabao help me sort and put the supplies in order?"

If Dabao had a chest, he would have patted it hard at this moment, and said firmly: "Leave it to me!"

"Dabao is so amazing!" Song Chunlin praised it sincerely.

Dabao seemed to like this trick very much. He quickly sorted out some of the randomly piled supplies. Yes, some, about one tenth by visual estimation.

Song Chunlin's praiseful smile froze on his lips. He pointed at the remaining ones and asked Dabao: "What about the others? Shouldn't we sort them out together?"

Dabao panted, "No, Master. Your merit and golden light is too little to support Dabao to sort it out completely."

I'm so angry, but I still have to keep smiling.

Dabao was still talking to himself, "There were no descendants of the Song family in the world before the master. In order to keep the master alive, I overdrew part of my spiritual power to send the master here. Fortunately, there is a child with the same name and surname as the master. He also has spiritual roots. It's a pity that he was already dead when he opened the space, otherwise he could have been saved."

Well, I won’t be angry anymore, since it saved me.

"By the way, Dabao, will your overdrawn spiritual power also have an impact on the space?"

"Of course, originally this space is upgraded by the golden light of merit, but you, my master, didn't save many people in your previous life, so they couldn't even talk to you. Fortunately, I came here. The spiritual power here is much more abundant than in the end of the world. After saving you, I was directly upgraded to the next level. I'm happy!"

Song Chunlin: “…”

So it seems that I hindered your development in my previous life.

Shaking his head, Song Chunlin continued to ask Dabao how much merit and golden light were needed to make Dabao appear.

Dabao was silent for a while, perhaps calculating frantically, and finally said frustratedly: "There is still a lot to go, Master, what should I do, will I not be able to have a body? Woohoo, I don't want it! I want to go out and play! Woohoo~"

Listening to the crying beside his ears, Song Chunlin was overwhelmed. The child just said that he was a good baby and would not run away easily, but now he was crying loudly because he could not go out to play. It turned out that not only humans can have double standards, but spirits of objects can also.

"Okay, okay, stop crying. Tell me how to accumulate merit. Is it just doing good deeds?"

Dabao sobbed and said, "That's basically it. There are many ways to do good deeds, but only if you truly save a person's life will the heaven recognize your merits and grant you the golden light of merit."

Song Chunlin frowned after hearing this. He understood that doing good deeds was necessary, but it was impossible that every time he did good deeds, he would be saving people. Wouldn't that mean he would have to work 24 hours a day without stopping?

Besides, he is just a little kid now. If you let a little kid go to save people, he might scare them to death. He might even be like our ancestor, who saved people but was still hunted down. That would be too tragic.

"What do you mean by saving lives?"

"That's a lot." Dabao regained his proud tone and told him like he knew all the treasures: "There are many ways to save people. For example, last time, Master, you gave Gu Fengyun the spiritual spring water and brought him back from the brink of death. This is one way. And this time, you saved the future crown prince and prevented the rebels from succeeding. This indirectly changed the fate of some people. Some of those people should have died in this rebellion, and some would have died because of this incident. But now the third prince is alive, the rebels are dead, and those who were supposed to die are alive. This can also be considered a way of saving people."

Song Chunlin suddenly understood: "In other words, as long as I change the fate of a person who is destined to die, then even if I succeed in saving this person, even if it is indirect, it is still my credit, right?"

Dabao: "Yes, Master, whether those people are directly or indirectly killed by you, they are alive because of you. You are the cause and they are the result. As long as you don't use crooked ways in the process, then the Heaven will recognize you and bestow golden light of merit upon you."

Song Chunlin has always heard it talk about the Way of Heaven, but what exactly is the Way of Heaven?

There is also one thing that confuses Song Chunlin the most. Since he and the current Song family belong to the same ancestor in his previous life, why does this world have two genders, boys and girls, while in his previous life there was only the distinction between men and women?

After hearing Song Chunlin's doubts, Dabao thought for a while and quoted the old master's words: "In addition to the original world, there are other worlds, three thousand big worlds, three thousand small worlds, and each world will derive different worlds. Every choice in life is actually opening up a new world."

"In the timeline of the world where the master is now, there was also a catastrophe that nearly caused the extinction of mankind. In order to reproduce faster, the humans who survived the disaster slowly evolved into two other genders. It was with the addition of these two genders that the birth rate of the population increased, and the human race gradually regained its former prosperity."

Song Chunlin: "Just like doomsday zombies, hahahahaha, I've experienced the end of the world, but I'm still obsessed with gender..." Perhaps what Song Chunlin is really obsessed with is not gender, but the fact that a man gives birth to a child, which is a very strange thing for him.

As a new human being in the 21st century, Song Chunlin really can't imagine the scene of himself giving birth to a baby with a big belly in the future. Whenever he thinks about it, he gets goose bumps all over his body.

This scene was too horrifying for him.

Song Chunlin shook his head, getting rid of the image in his mind.

"So I don't need to save people directly to gain merit, is that right?"

"Yes."

Song Chunlin walked slowly into the field in the space, looked at the corn growing well in the field, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

"Dabao, do you think it would be a good deed if I could improve this corn into the corn of later times?"

"Yes, but Master, aren't you already planting potatoes and sweet potatoes?"

Song Chunlin shook his head: "Not enough, this is far from enough."

An old man in the previous life once said that China still has far from enough food.

When he first came to this world, he was surrounded by a group of refugees who were so skinny that their bones were visible. Even he himself was not much better off. As a grown man in Song Dazhuang, he was the one who ate the most food in the family. However, when he fled the famine, he only had a thin layer of skin on his body. Not to mention muscles, he didn't even have fat.

If they had enough food and seeds that could bear fruit even on barren land, why would they leave their homes to escape famine?

At this moment, Song Chunlin set a small goal in his mind, which was: to ensure that all the people of Dajing had enough food to eat!

Coming out of the space, what came into view was the familiar roof. Next to him was Song Chunsheng who was sleeping soundly. It was dark outside. Song Chunlin couldn't tell what time it was. He used his mental power to sense and it seemed to be the second half of the night.

He thought he had only slept for a while, but he didn't know that he had slept for three days and three nights. On the afternoon of the first day, the Song family found that they couldn't wake him up, so they hurried to find Doctor Wang to treat him.

But after taking Song Chunlin's pulse, Doctor Wang told them with a strange look on his face that Song Chunlin was not sick, he was just sleeping and was sleeping very deeply.

After getting this answer, the Song family fell silent and sent Doctor Wang away. Each member of the Song family would come in every once in a while to see if Song Chunlin had woken up.

But three days passed and Song Chunlin still didn't wake up. If it weren't for the fact that he could still breathe from his nose and his peaceful expression, the Song family would probably have to go to Beijing overnight to find a doctor for him.

Gu Fengyue came to see Song Chunlin twice, and each time he found Song Chunlin still sleeping. Although he felt it was strange, Gu Fengyue did not think much about it and just left a few strange potted plants, saying that they were for Song Chunlin.

Song Chunlin woke up at a wrong time. It was late at night and his family was still asleep. He tiptoed to the kitchen, lifted the lid of the pot and found a meal inside. Song Chunlin knew it must have been left for him by his family. He immediately lit a fire with a smile on his face, heated up the meal and then began to eat it voraciously.

Just kidding, after sleeping for three days and three nights, his stomach was already starving. His family members could only pry open his mouth to feed him water, but there was no way to force food into his mouth. So he starved for three days, and during that time, apart from drinking water, he really didn't eat a single bite of food.