The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

In the snow and wind, the little kid was shaking all over, as if he was cold or scared.

There were twelve figures before him. They had no human bodies and were only wearing turbans. He was so young that he had never seen such a scene before.

"no, do not want."

"I don't want to be called the crying grave kid. I want a good name so that I can feel proud when others call me that." He hugged the tombstone in front of him and refused to let go, but still shouted.

However, the twelve figures still surrounded him in a circle.

"Does this kid really have the potential to upgrade his consciousness?", one of the figures surrounded by murderous aura said coldly.

"I think so," responded a cloaked man nearby.

As he raised his hand, a small, glowing book appeared in his hand, and then he gently spread it out.

He smiled and said, "From the moment he met us, his fate was moving in an unpredictable direction."

He turned the pages one by one, looking into the little kid's cloudy and timid eyes again.

"good."

"The eyes may be devoid of spirit, but the heart may be spiritual. This is the greatest good."

"We have driven countless so-called sons of heaven and earth crazy, who were born to meet the needs of the times, or who were the ones who escaped from the so-called great way. In the end, no one could accomplish anything."

"After all, what does the Great Dao mean to the immortal lives of us?"

As fate turned to the last page, his voice became more and more surprised.

“Perhaps we started in the wrong direction.”

"The dimensionality of the heart is completely different from all other spiritual practices."

"And the page at the end of his book of destiny has become an eight-dimensional mystery."

"This means that at this moment, his thoughts are untraceable and his fate is undetermined."

Suddenly, he chuckled again.

"But I am a 'drama'."

As he spoke, a shackle that seemed to be made of the power of destiny pierced through the book of destiny above the kid's head and entangled it tightly.

Seeing this scene, another cloaked figure stood out. From time to time, the most dazzling golden light in the world overflowed from the position of his eyes, dazzling the little kid so much that he couldn't open his eyes.

He handed over a palm-sized purse made of linen, which looked inconspicuous.

"Grave-crying kid, take this."

"From now on, whatever you want or want to buy is up to you."

"Because there is endless money in this purse. I can never spend it all in my lifetime. I can never spend it all."

Hearing this, the little kid couldn't help but wave his hands.

"no, do not want."

Seeing this, the cloaked figure just shook his head.

"As expected of a person with spiritual heart."

"Such a small person, just based on the ethereal spiritual charm in his heart, is unwilling to accept my money bag."

"It's just that I am 'money', from the moment you were born into this world."

“Every drop of rain that falls, every gust of wind that blows, every bite of food that is eaten, every ray of sunshine that is basked in…”

"You use me all the time."

"In fact, it's not just you. The infinite world, the boundless universe, countless living beings, they all use me, eat me, and drink me."

The figure sighed: "But who made me 'money'? Everything in the world can be defined as money."

"So, you have to take this purse whether you want to or not."

He reached out and touched the little kid's head, and said softly: "Don't worry, this is for your own good."

The murderous cloaked figure held out a long knife, and was taller than the kid.

"Here, I'll give you some to kill people with."

Then, a deep red line was drawn on the baby's neck and heart area.

Then, these cloaked figures stood out one after another.

The little kid couldn't understand anything they said or did.

Gradually, the wind and snow stopped.

The sky finally saw some sunshine, bringing a little warmth.

"Go down the mountain, little grave-crying boy."

"You want to seek revenge. I'll point you in a direction. It's fifty miles north, on a low mountain."

"By the way, when you grow up, you can call yourself 'Crying Grave'. I'm too lazy to come up with a name, but this name is pretty good."

The little boy seemed to be lost in thought when he heard this. He then looked down at the white ground, then turned around and looked at the small graves on the hillside.

Those buried inside are the people who gave him clothes and food...

"Got it, uncles." He waved towards the figures.

Just hearing this name, the twelve cloaked figures seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then they stared at the figure in front of them without saying a word.

in the sun.

The little boy was wearing a colorful patchwork quilt, with a purse on his waist and a sword taller than himself on his shoulder. He walked on the snow, step by step, towards the village.

There was a big black crow always accompanying him.

But no one could see that he was already tightly bound with twelve shackles, each of which was to make the avenue retreat, and no one could remove them...

“His story has begun.”

"So what if it's just the beginning? The ending is set anyway."

"That's right. It depends on whether he can reach the ninth dimension or even the tenth dimension. After all, there are countless cultivators in the world, but only a few can consciously ascend to a higher dimension. There has never been anyone who can reach the ninth dimension or above."

At the foot of the mountain, the village was filled with a heavy atmosphere of death.

It’s clearly the end of the year, so it should be a time for fun and excitement.

"Put it down, put it down," the kid shouted hurriedly.

Now that the village is deserted, people from neighboring villages come to beg for money. They take everything home without any taboos.

At this moment, there was a group of sassy country women, carrying large and small bags, looking very happy.

There was also a group of farmers who actually slaughtered the village's New Year pigs, placed the pig heads, intestines and livers aside, and divided the meat generously.

"Oh, the kid whose parents died is here. How unlucky."

"When the immortal took the children from your village away, I thought it was a stroke of luck, but in the end, all of them died. Haha, I feel relieved now..."

It is false to say that the people in the countryside are simple and honest. All kinds of dirty words are mixed in, which are too hurtful and make the little kid's eyes burst into tears.

However, he still held on.

Under the protection of the big black crow's sharp beak and claws, it rushed over, grabbed the pig's head and ran away.

"I'll kill you."

"Damn it, don't let that kid get away."

For a moment, there were continuous roars of anger. Fortunately, the big black crow seemed to be approaching the creature transformed into a monster, which was quite magical, so it managed to escape successfully.

The snow is getting heavier again.

The little boy carried a pig's head and came to the valley. He got some firewood, washed the pig's head with the snow, and roasted it over the fire.

He had raised those pigs by getting up in the middle of the night to collect grass, and he was reluctant to throw them away. Unfortunately, in the end, he was unable to share the fat meat with the villagers.

There were flashes of fire in the valley, but outside there was heavy snow.

Followed by waves of burnt smell.

The kid put out the fire, held the pig's head, and walked into the snow.

He took a bite, and Black Crow took a bite.

Every time I take a bite, I cry.

Eat while walking, cry while walking.