The Metaphysical Little Beggar's Rebirth: I'm an Unlucky Star

After a long journey of shopping, Ling Chuhe finally finished everything and prepared to return to Qingfeng Temple. He rode at full speed, and just as he was about to reach the foot of the mountain where Qingfeng Temple stood, he saw with his own eyes a woman fall from the cliff at the top of the mountain into the river at the foot of the mountain.

"Wanwan!!" Ling Chuhe saw clearly that the person was Shu Wanwan.

"Why is Wanwan back?"

Ling Chuhe didn't have time to think too much. He hurried to the place where Shu Wanwan fell into the water. Looking at the turbulent river, his heart was even more turbulent. He jumped into the cold river without hesitation. The river was turbulent, but he had only one thought in his mind, that is to find Shu Wanwan.

He searched desperately in the water, each stroke filled with despair. The river seemed to be against him, blurring his vision and making his breathing difficult. But he didn't give up. He told himself that he must find Shu Wanwan.

When he finally found Shu Wanwan, her body was already cold and her life was gone. Ling Chuhe's heart felt as if it was torn apart. He hugged Shu Wanwan's body tightly, his tears mingling with the river water.

He knew that he had lost Shu Wanwan, his lively and cheerful junior sister, but he could not accept this fact. He tried his best to save her life, but he could do nothing.

At this moment, Ling Chuhe's mind suddenly flashed back to a secret technique his master had once taught him. This technique had the ability to lock a person's soul, preventing it from dissipating so quickly. He remembered that this technique was extremely effective in protecting the souls of the deceased.

Ling Chuhe reached from his waist and pulled out a packet of iris seeds. These seeds were what Shu Wanwan had asked him for; he'd just happened to have bought them today when he'd gone down the mountain to buy them. Shu Wanwan had once told him she wanted to plant irises all over the hillside behind Qingfeng Temple. Ling Chuhe stared at the iris seeds, wanting to lock Shu Wanwan's soul within them.

He placed the seed in Shu Wanwan's palm, took a deep breath, and began to circulate the spiritual power in his body.

However, this secret technique consumes a great deal of spiritual energy. Ling Chuhe tried his best, but only managed to lock Shu Wanwan's soul and spirit.

He picked up the iris seeds, his heart clenched. He knew he was powerless, and he still couldn't completely lock Shu Wanwan's soul. He silently put away the seeds, picked up Shu Wanwan's body, and hurried to Qingfeng Temple.

Ling Chuhe saw corpses strewn across the mountains along the way. His steps were heavy, each one carrying an endless amount of grief. He held Shu Wanwan's body tightly in his arms as he reached the gate of Qingfeng Temple. At this moment, Qingfeng Temple, once a peaceful and tranquil place, had become a living hell.

Corpses littered the ground, blood flowed like a river. Ling Chuhe's heart felt as if it were being torn apart, the pain stifling his breath. He looked around, but the familiar scene was gone, replaced by devastation and the aura of death. His gaze fell on those familiar figures, some lying or sprawled, motionless, clearly lifeless.

At the entrance of Qingfeng Temple, I saw an old man wearing white clothes that had been stained red with blood. The old man was hunched over, kneeling on the ground with a ferocious face, and he had long lost his former charm.

“Master!!!” Ling Chuhe ran over holding Shu Wanwan’s body.

He put Shu Wanwan's body down, knelt in front of the old man, gritted his teeth, and tears poured out. He couldn't bear it anymore, he couldn't bear it anymore, and cried in front of the old man.

"Master, I... I'm back late. Ah!!!! Master!!" Ling Chuhe sobbed and cried, as if he could wake up the sleeping old man in front of him if he shouted louder.

Ling Chuhe reached out to hug Xu Qingyu, but what he didn't expect was that before he even touched Xu Qingyu's body, Xu Qingyu disappeared in front of Ling Chuhe like a phantom, blurring out little by little.

He didn't understand what had happened. Why had Qingfeng Temple become like this? He hated himself for not returning to Qingfeng Temple sooner. He didn't understand why his master had asked him to go down the mountain to buy supplies. Now that he had come down the mountain, he was the sole survivor of Qingfeng Temple. He wanted justice for these innocent souls.

He knelt on the ground and cried for a long, long time. He cried until his heart was broken, until his voice was hoarse, and he cried until he had no strength left and fainted at the door of Qingfeng Temple.

It was already night when Ling Chuhe woke up. Moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the ground of Qingfeng Temple. Ling Chuhe slowly stood up, her eyes dull.

"I will find the truth." He swore to the dark night sky.

Ling Chuhe dragged his tired body, buried the bodies of his fellow apprentices and Shu Wanwan, packed his bags, and embarked on the road of investigation. At the same time, he also wanted to find a way to resurrect Shu Wanwan.

He tirelessly traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers, leaving his footprints in every corner, asking questions everywhere, leaving no stone unturned. Whether in bustling cities or remote villages, he left his mark on the scene. He approached all sorts of people, asking them if they had seen or heard anything about Qingfeng Temple. Sometimes, he would meet someone enthusiastic enough to talk to him, but more often, he would find nothing.

The matter regarding Qingfeng Temple seemed like a deeply hidden secret that no one knew about. Ling Chuhe didn't know who had brought Qingfeng Temple to this state.

Ling Chuhe heard news about a mysterious religion in a small border town.

It is said that this religion specializes in the study of immortality and resurrection, and perhaps they have a way to resurrect Shu Wanwan.

Ling Chuhe decided to go to the place where this religion was located to seek help.

After several days of trekking, he finally arrived at a base hidden in the valley.

Ling Chuhe entered the valley base alone, but there was no one inside. Ling Chuhe looked around in the valley and came to the back of the valley, but saw a wooden tombstone with Shu Jian's name engraved on it.

It turns out that this is not a reputable and righteous place at all. It is the lair of the evil cultivators who were slaughtered by Shu Wanwan before.

Ling Chuhe smiled bitterly. Was there really no way? He had used his Daoist magic to save millions of people, but now he couldn't even save one person.

Finally, one day, Ling Chuhe encountered a man with a sullen face, protruding fangs, and a Judge's Pen tightly clenched in his hand. Yes, it was the legendary Judge! His ferocious face and terrifying aura sent shivers down the spines of the surrounding ghosts.

"I can help you, but you have to agree to one condition." The old judge stared at Ling Chuhe with deep and sharp eyes, as if he could see through his appearance to the depths of his heart.

"Okay." Ling Chuhe of course knew the background of the person in front of him, and agreed without thinking.

In this way, Ling Chuhe inherited the position of judge.