Qingshan Village, a quiet village that works from sunrise and rests from sunset, today was broken by a burst of panic screams.

"Come on now! The kid from the old Zhao family has jumped into the river!"

"Come here and help!"

Outside the village, several people ran in with a young man soaked in water and drooping hair, hurriedly calling people to come over to help.

"Get out of the way!"

A trembling elderly man leaned on a crutch, but was very angry when he spoke. Many people followed him and walked to the fainting young man.

He took out some herbs and other objects and leaned over the young man to play with them.

"uh-huh!"

After a while, the unconscious young man let out a muffled groan, opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of river water. The old man stood up just now.

"Old Wang, what's the situation?"

A strong man next to him leaned over nervously.

"Ahem..."

Mr. Wang coughed twice and spoke slowly: "The accumulated water has been drawn out, and I have used herbs again. This Zhao family's baby is fine now, but..."

As soon as these words came out, the few people next to them couldn't help but feel silent.

"Oh..." The strong man who had just asked a question sighed, "Thank you, Mr. Wang. I will send this kid back to the house and lie down, and then let my wife cook a bowl of ginger soup."

"Everyone is gone!"

The strong man carried the unconscious young man and walked towards a room at the end of the village. However, the rest of the people gathered together, but couldn't help but sigh.

"How many times is this?"

"This month is the third time."

"This Zhao family baby was also a clever one, but after his parents died, he was too sad and thought about finding an opportunity all day long..."

"In my opinion, it's probably because I'm in a bad mood!"

"What a great kid, a pity..."

Amid the sound of discussion, the crowd gradually shook their heads and sighed and dispersed.

……………………

After a long time, inside the house at the end of the village.

“Woo…”

Zhao Si made a sound from his throat, regaining consciousness from the darkness, and aching all over his body came, which made him open his eyes a lot.

Looking at the familiar scene in the room and the bowl of ginger soup next to him, Zhao Si's face was hard to hide.

"Why didn't you die again?"

Things start a month ago.

Zhao Si, a second-rate university student from Lanxing, appeared in front of a magnificent palace in a trance during the final exam of the whole night.

There was a plaque hanging on the palace with three big characters on it—

Zi!Xiao! Palace!

Before he could understand what was going on, an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard and calling himself "Hongjun" walked out of the palace. He pointed his finger and instilled a bunch of relevant information into him without saying anything.

It turned out that he traveled to this world in the background of the Romance of the Gods. As an "anomalous", Zhao Si did not establish a great cause in this era of gods and demons like other predecessors, and was called the Lord and made the decision. Instead, he was caught by Taoist Hongjun and moved to Zixiao Palace as soon as possible.

To this day, the conversation with Taoist Hongjun is still vivid in Zhao Si's memory.

"Zhao Si, although you are an exception, you are a good person in this life. If you die in this life, you will be able to be blessed with blessings and become an official in the heavenly court."

"What if I die?"

"Well... If you die before your death, you can make up for the shortcomings of heaven and earth in a different way, add the body of the five virtues, and you will be given a holy position."

Become a sanctification!

As a fan of online literature, Zhao Si is familiar with ancient novels of gods and demons and a large number of modern online novels based on the background of prehistoric and gods, and deeply understands the meaning of these two words.

Oh, why did you say I, a college student, come to Zixiao Palace? Taoist Hongjun said that he had decided to make up for the shortcomings of heaven and earth and become a saint after death. At that time, I said-

That's amazing!

In this chaotic world of the Gods, human life is like a mustard of grass. It is difficult to live, but isn’t it easy to die?

After getting Zhao Si, who was appointed by Hongjun Daozu, left Zixiao Palace and fell into the world, he began to embark on a journey of dying.

In just one month, he tried various suicide methods such as hitting a pillar, swallowing poison, jumping into the river, etc., but each time he failed.

"However, you have to follow the basics when you die... Well, the basics are the basics. If you commit suicide, do something unreasonable, or do this..., there will be interference from the way of heaven and will not succeed."

Recalling the last words that Taoist Hongjun said before he left Zixiao Palace, Zhao Si couldn't help but feel sad, just like the 20th scale of his smile in Zixiao Palace.

I want to die, why are there so many restrictions?

When he just fell into the world, he was still thinking about whether there was any shortcut, such as disguising his death as an accident, so he tried to "inadvertently" step on the air and fall into the water; carelessly, he bibimbed with poison; he was too sad and grabbed the ground with his head...

The result is obvious, and it is not possible to die.

"It seems that this kind of behavior that others can tell at a glance is a suicide, and it won't work." Zhao Si sighed, "How difficult is it to become a saint!"

So, how can we do death so that we can be smooth, natural, and the way of heaven will not be disturbed?

"If you can't commit suicide, then how to die, you have to plan well..."

“Cruff!”

Just as Zhao Si was worried about his "great cause of becoming a saint", the wooden door in his room was pushed open, and a stubborn boy walked in.

"Brother Si, have you drunk ginger soup?" the boy who walked in asked in a quiet voice.

"It's Wang Cheng. I just woke up and hadn't had time to drink. Thank you Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang."

Zhao Si got up from the bed and stood up.

The person who came was Wang Cheng, the son of his neighbor Uncle Wang. Uncle Wang's family next door took good care of him after his parents passed away. He committed suicide several times, and was "thanks" to them, and successfully... let him stand still on the road to becoming a saint.

Thinking of this, Zhao Si couldn't help feeling complicated.

After Wang Cheng came in, he first looked into the whole room and found no suspicious items such as "sling ropes" or "sharp weapons", and then he showed a look of relief.

"Brother Si, my father will go to Chaoge City to sell medicinal materials tomorrow. Do you want to go with him?"

After asking, Wang Cheng's eyes focused on Zhao Si, waiting for his reply.

According to his father's instructions, no matter what, this seemingly evil-looking elder brother should go down to Chaoge City.

"Chaoge City?"

Hearing these three words, Zhao Si was slightly stunned at first, and then his eyes gradually lit up.

Have it!

Chaoge City is so good!

This capital of the Shang Dynasty is mixed with fish and dragons, and the water is very deep, making it a good place!

Qingshan Village is a remote village. Apart from the officials who collect taxes throughout the year, they have never seen any outsiders. The people are simple and the people are all taken care of by the villagers. It is too difficult to die naturally.

Chaoge City is different, this is the largest city during the period of the Gods, and this is a desperate situation... Ah, I don’t know where the opportunity to become a saint is too much!

Thinking of this, Zhao Si couldn't help but smile with a sure win.
Chapter completed!