When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

When He Heng woke up, he felt that his shoulders and back of his neck were so sore, as if he had rheumatism and cervical spondylosis.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and rubbed the stiff back of his neck, and then what came into view was the suspended ceiling made of cross-bars, covered with a thin layer of thatch, in the humid air. You can smell the salty smell of the sea breeze, and some mold spots have grown on the walls on both sides.

And the touch under his body was soft and rough. He Heng reached out and touched the mattress under his body. It seemed that someone had put a blanket on the stone bed for him, otherwise he would collapse to death lying on the stone bed.

After turning his neck stiffly, the scene of flames shining in the sky and chaos on the deck became clear again, and the suffocating feeling of sea water choking his nose and nose was still vivid in his mind. Thinking of this, He Heng jumped out of bed Sitting up, he stretched out his palm and waved his face several times, then pinched his face vigorously.

It wasn't until there was a burning pain on his face that he clearly felt that he was still alive.

After regaining consciousness, He Heng felt a chill in his chest. He subconsciously looked down and saw that he was not wearing a shirt, and his chest was wrapped with layers of white gauze.

The location of the wound seemed to be an inch away from the heart, and when he thought of the rest of his life in the raging waves, he couldn't help but let out a sigh,

"Can this survive?"

Could it be that he is the son of luck?

Right here, there was a weak electronic sound in my head, it sounded as if the battery was low,

【I......】

【I saved...】

For some reason, the voice of 996 sounds like it has aged ten years overnight.

[Otherwise, you thought you were shot with an arrow in the chest, and then you were swept into the sea, so where is the possibility of surviving? 】

"Ah, this...thank you,"

He Heng hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say, and finally said solemnly:

"You are a good guy."

"But what's the matter with your voice? It was damaged by sea water, and there was an electric leakage?"

【...】

[After you fell into the sea, the black value of the protagonist has soared all the way. You are dead. I am afraid that his black value will explode and blow up all the small worlds of the plane. Then I will die with you. 】

【So I saved you. 】

[But changing the fate of the host without authorization is a violation of the regulations, and then I was punished by the Interim Administration...]

"Then are you okay? Can you hold on?" He Heng was a little worried that it would be scrapped when he heard the other party's weak voice.

996: [It's...not bad. After you successfully complete the mission in this world, I should be almost recovered. 】

He Hengdun frowned slightly when he heard 996 talk about the mission, and Wen Liangyu's face of despair when he was lying on the deck appeared in his mind.

I don't know how the little emperor is doing now?

If you can't find yourself at that time, you might be sad.

His Ayu likes to cry so much, what if he stays here for a long time and doesn't come back, and then the little emperor keeps crying and crying, and then directly floods the palace?

Thinking of this, He Heng clenched his palms tightly,

He has to come back quickly.

The next second, He Heng immediately got up from the stone bed and searched around, only then did he realize that the room he was staying in seemed extraordinarily spacious.

On one side of the room, there are incense altars and offerings, as well as totem walls full of exotic characteristics.

Perhaps this place should not be called a "room", but a "temple".

Just when he went to the incense altar to study it carefully,

Suddenly there was a loud "bang!"

He Heng looked back, and saw a young man with the appearance of a fisherman come in out of nowhere, and the tray he was holding was scattered all over the floor.

The reason why A Ming was sent to observe He Heng's situation is that the local people are very afraid of the gods. They think it is a disrespectful act to approach the gods rashly, and they will be punished for offending the sea god. A Ming is the only person in the whole village who is not afraid of anything. Not afraid, so they finally decided to send him over.

Amin has no objection to this, but he will mock those feudal superstitions in his heart.

After all, this is a human life. Although the other party was seriously injured, even if Hua Tuo was alive again, it would be difficult to save him, but he couldn't bear to watch someone die in front of him like this.

But at this moment, he witnessed with his own eyes that the man who should be unconscious was standing in the center of the hall, holding an apple in his hand.

Armington's eyes widened in fright, and an egg could almost be stuffed in his mouth.

In this short second, he felt that his worldview had been severely damaged, and the beliefs he had built over the past 16 years were instantly shattered.

How could this man heal himself?

Can you still "sit up in shock"?

no...he,

Is he human?

Holding this terrifying thought, A Ming turned around and was about to run away.

"Wait a moment!"

But he was called out by He Heng.

Hearing that the other party was talking about a person, oh no, it was an official in the capital city, Amin’s steps froze,

Just as he was suspiciously looking at whether the other party was human,

But He Heng "touched" his bare upper body and said:

"Can you get me some clothes?"

Amin: "..."

The first thing I do when I wake up is to ask someone for clothes to wear, so it should be someone right.

So A Ming ran home and stole a piece of his father's clothes, and told the know-it-all in the village that their "Lord Sea God" had awakened——He Xiusheng, and then ran back to the temple.

A Ming would occasionally go on a few merchant ships, so he learned a bit of officialdom. Although it was a bit difficult to communicate with He Heng, he could barely understand him, but it was hard to say the generation in the village. He has never been out of this small island from birth to death, not only illiterate but also has never heard of an official.

In the end, Amin Heheng made a sincere suggestion, that is, when the villagers and shamans come over later, don't talk to them about the official, and just talk about the birdsong of him pretending to be a ghost on the beach.

This village is extremely backward in thought. Once someone finds out that he is not the god of the sea, but a Beijing official living here, with the idea that people who are not of our race will have different ideas, the people here will probably throw him into the sea again.

Hearing this, He Heng thanked A Ming first, but then he scratched his head a little at a loss,

What does the "bird language" that A Ming refers to?

However, before he could clear his mind, there were bursts of footsteps outside the door, "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Next second,

He saw through the window that the shaman with a stick and a cane led most of the village people to stop outside the temple, and this window was specially built by the local villagers to communicate with him.

After witnessing that He Heng had indeed woken up from a coma, and was able to run and jump,

Everyone immediately knelt down and shouted,

"I can't die!"

But the shaman threw his staff aside, tears filled his eyes, turned his head and said to the people around him, "This is the miracle of Lord Sea God!"

"I can't die!"

He Heng was frightened and took two steps back: "..."

What is this all about?

Didn't he die without them?

996's weak electronic tone sounded again,

【Cough, cough, when you were unconscious on the beach, you yelled "don't call the ambulance."】

["I can't die" should mean "ambulance". 】

【They probably took this as a blessing from the gods】

At this moment, He Heng suddenly realized that this is the bird language that Amin said.

He immediately cooperated mentally and mentally, thinking of saying a few words of English casually and then pretending to be a ghost.

Just as He Heng was wondering what to say, he suddenly noticed the fruit offerings on the incense altars.

So, the next second,

"apple, orange,"

"orange, apple,"

.....

This directly excited the villagers outside the house, this was the first time they got such a formal response from the Sea God, and it was such a handsome Sea God.

Everyone outside had tears on their faces, staring at each other, or embracing each other excitedly.

He Heng, who seemed to have strayed into the propaganda scene of a cult/religion, touched the bridge of his nose a little at a loss.

Are you so moved by just saying a few words?

And right here,

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Someone dumped a large box of live sea life directly through the window.

These are all freshly caught by local fishermen from the sea. There are about a dozen fresh fish of different colors in it, the scales on them are still alive, and there are a bunch of marine life such as oysters, lobsters, crabs, kelp, scallops, and shells.

The room was filled with a pungent fishy smell, so that He Heng had to cover his nose with his cuff.

Could this be the treatment of being treated as a sea god?

Do you have sashimi every day?

inside the palace,

When Wen Liangyu woke up, she found herself lying on the couch in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, her head hurting badly, and her vague memories began to come back again. In the end, all this was fixed at the moment when He Heng was swept up by the raging waves.

He immediately got up from the couch in a panic, got off the bed and went outside regardless.

Seeing this, Liu Fuyuan hurriedly helped him up, "Your Majesty, it's cold on the ground, please wear a pair of shoes."

As he spoke, he hurriedly asked someone to fetch his shoes for him.

When he and the guard found Wen Liangyu, the other party was still clung to the deck and refused to let go, and even had the urge to jump down. Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, the hidden guard had no choice but to knock Wen Liangyu unconscious. brought him back.

Sure enough, the next second, Wen Liangyu grabbed Liu Fuyuan's arm emotionally,

"What about others?"

Liu Fuyuan immediately sighed softly, turned his head away and dared not look directly at the other party.

He was stunned for a long time and didn't know how to answer.

In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that Prince Jing would have no possibility of surviving being caught in such a turbulent ocean current, and they were afraid that His Majesty would not be able to accept this fact.

"What about others?!"

Seeing that Liu Fuyuan didn't respond, Wen Liangyu immediately turned up the volume again.

"His Majesty......"

Liu Fuyuan had no choice but to tell him the details with a sad expression.

"Nudang saw Prince Jing being sucked into the turbulent ocean current with his own eyes. Afterwards... the search and rescue ships also tried their best to search for Prince Jing's whereabouts, but in the end there was nothing..."

"Any discovery."

After listening to this sentence, the little emperor became quiet instantly, so quiet that it made people a little scared. He lowered his brows and eyes, the expression in his eyes was dim, and he muttered to himself.

"That's why I didn't find it..."

Seeing the little emperor's appearance, Liu Fuyuan was anxious. He was about to comfort the other party to look away, when he saw Wen Liangyu raised his eyes, tears still in his eyes,

"If you don't find it, keep looking until you find it."

In the afternoon of that day, Wen Liangyu dealt with all incidents related to the accident on the southern tour.

Li Yu, the general of Huainan who was in charge of that voyage, and the local magistrate were punished accordingly, the coastal defense fortifications were ordered to be strengthened and repaired, and Wen Liangyu stepped up the policy of suppressing Japanese pirates in the coastal areas of the south of the Yangtze River.

In the eyes of people in Oita, the accident on the southern tour was just an episode. After finishing that incident, Wen Liangyu returned to the court again, and was still as diligent in handling political affairs as before, and everything was as usual. .

Only Liu Fuyuan knew that the little emperor was actually not good at all. He would often be in a trance when he told him himself, and he would be in a trance when he said it several times. No sleep.

For Wen Liangyu, dealing with political affairs is like a relief. Only by making himself so busy that he can't stop thinking about He Heng for a short time.

For example, on this day, the censer was burning in the Qianqing Palace, and it was already dark outside, but Wen Liangyu was still writing hard at the desk, even dinner was useless.

Liu Fuyuan, who was standing by, couldn't bear it any longer, and he went up to advise:

"Your Majesty, it's time to eat. You haven't eaten anything today."

But after saying this sentence, the people on the desk were still flipping through the memorials without any response.

"Your Majesty, it's time to eat, your body is tight."

Seeing this, Liu Fuyuan had to turn up the volume and say it again.

"En." Wen Liangyu responded lightly, he stretched out his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose a little tiredly, "Let me finish this batch of memorials first."

"Hey." Liu Fuyuan sighed lightly, I don't know how many times, every time the emperor said to eat after the memorial, and then eat after the punishment, but usually it was midnight after the punishment, and then he would He said he didn't have much appetite today, so he stopped eating.

He looked at Wen Liangyu's getting thinner and thinner, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It doesn't matter if this policy is left in advance, but the emperor keeps doing it like this, and his body will collapse sooner or later.

On the book case, Wen Liangyu was still reviewing the memorial like an official machine. He looked at the dense pile of words below, and felt very tired, his whole body was very tired, and his head was dizzy.

He hasn't slept well in the past week, and sometimes he can only sleep for two or three hours at night.

But he couldn't stop, as soon as he stopped, his whole body seemed to be emptied, and then his heart would throb and hurt uncontrollably.

"His Majesty,"

Right here, Liu Fuyuan's anxious voice sounded in his ear again. Wen Liangyu thought that the other party should be gone, but he didn't expect that he was still there.

Seeing this, he slowly raised his head, "I see, wait..."

"His Majesty,"

This time, Liu Fuyuan knelt down in front of him with a "plop",

"If Prince Jing is here now..."

Wen Liangyu's pupils trembled suddenly when he heard the word "Prince Jing". He subconsciously put down his pen, and then he heard the other party continue:

"He wouldn't want to see you spoiling yourself like this."

After saying this sentence, Liu Fuyuan lowered his eyebrows and eyes for a long time, not daring to look up at the other party's expression.

He was afraid that he would offend the emperor.

After a long time, there was a soft response from the room,

"Let someone pass the meal on."

Ever since the accident on the Southern Tour, Wen Liangyu often came to Prince Jing's Mansion unknowingly after leaving court.

It's just that he never went there again, and he spent every night in the extremely deserted Hall of Mental Cultivation.

But Wen Liangyu asked someone to move the two rabbits to his backyard. The two rabbits have now given birth to a litter of little rabbits, and the little rabbits have become plump.

After Wen Liangyu came down to court, he would occasionally run to the rabbit yard to watch the litter of rabbits in a daze,

Looking at it, his consciousness began to be in a trance again, and he always felt that He Heng was by his side.

Then he would think, if He Heng was by his side, he would definitely scare him into cooking the little rabbit again, and every time he thought of this, his heart ached again.

Seeing that the little rabbit has grown up, the search and rescue team still has no news of the other party.

Whenever night falls, the Hall of Mental Cultivation is usually brightly lit. Besides Wen Liangyu's frequent insomnia, there is another reason why he cannot sleep peacefully.

Every time he dreams, he will dream of He Heng.

And in those dreams, He Heng didn't fall into the sea in the end, sometimes he was pulled up by himself, and sometimes it was the search and rescue team who found news about him.

Anyway, no matter what, in those dreams, the other party will eventually come back to him, hug him and call him "Ayu" like Yi.

The most painful thing is the moment when he wakes up. When he is half asleep and half awake, Wen Liangyu will be shocked to realize that all this is fake, but he is still indulging in the previous illusion and does not want to wake up.

He experienced the pain of this struggle again and again every day, and finally accepted the fact that the other party never came back.

The moment he wakes up, he will find that the pillow is still empty, and there is no one at all.

It turned out that I was just dreaming again.

Every time I get here,

Wen Liangyu would feel the throbbing pain in his heart, and then he buried half of his body in the bedding, hot tears rolled down his cheeks, and murmured:

"When are you coming back..."

On a small island far away from the capital,

The temple was filled with a smell of barbecue, ever since their Lord Seagod lived in, the temple has often been filled with this smell.

In the originally empty room, there are many more decorations, such as barbecue grills, chairs, tables and so on.

He Heng asked A Ming to help him secretly get this,

Now he is dipping a special sauce on two cleaned groupers, and there are many oyster shells on the grill beside him.

"Are you ready?" Amin watched eagerly from the side, tears streaming down from the corner of his mouth.

"No, what's the rush." ​​He Heng slapped the other's outstretched paw away, and sprinkled a layer of seasoning unhurriedly.

In return for the other party running errands for him, He Heng would often ask A Ming to come over for dinner.

And right here,

"Ding bell",

The bell next to the window rang, and someone outside the window put a basket of fresh fruits on the window, and then knelt down devoutly on the altar, chanting words,

"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die..."

"Master Sea God, please tell me if it is suitable for sailing today?"

Since He Heng was enshrined by them as the god of the sea, people here would come here to worship him when they set out on a voyage, and then asked him if he could return safely from this voyage.

"Quick, take a look."

He Heng is obviously used to this, he patted A Ming on the shoulder without even raising his head, "Is it suitable for sailing today?"

These days, whenever people came to ask him, he would turn around and ask Amin. After all, the other party had very rich sailing experience, and he could roughly judge whether it was suitable for sailing just based on the daily weather and wind direction.

So now A Ming has become He Heng's out-and-out tool man.

Seeing this, Amin muttered with some dissatisfaction: "Aren't you the god of the sea? Are you still asking me?"

He Heng finally stopped grilling the fish, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Speak well, otherwise I won't be able to take responsibility if something happened to them."

"And that frame fish over there is also you."

"Oh."

Amin, who was forced to bow his head to the delicious food, agreed very reluctantly, "The wind is from the southeast today, the wind is not strong, and the clouds are thin. It looks okay and we can sail."

"to make."

Hearing this, He Heng immediately went to the window and pulled one of the green wires. As soon as the bell outside the window rang, the man kneeling on the ground kowtowed several times with an excited expression, and kept saying,

"Thank you, Lord Seagod! Thank you, Lord Seagod!"

When the man came, He Heng picked two apples from the box on the window sill, and threw them at A Ming casually.

"Help me think about it, how did I get out of here?"

During this period, He Heng tried to escape 99 times, but all of them failed.

The only way to leave this island is by sea, but it is obvious that no fisherman here would be willing to take him, even Amin would not dare, after all, if someone finds out, he will be severely punished.

This gave He Heng a headache, he couldn't be trapped here forever, the little emperor was still waiting for him outside.

Amin took the apple, "crunched" and took a big bite, then said to him inarticulately:

"In two days, it's 'Abraca', maybe you can try it."

He Heng: "...'Abraca'?"

"It's our local language. It's a festival to worship the Sea God. On this day, the shaman will personally enter the temple and communicate with the Sea God."

"No matter what wish you have, they will try their best to fulfill it for you, so that the coming year will be smooth."

"When you arrive, tell the head that you go back, maybe they will let you go, and then I might be able to take you in a boat."

Hearing this, He Heng bowed his head and thought for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Row."

Anyway, he has no other choice now, so he has to try any chance.

the day of Abraca,

The local people all wear special costumes for offering sacrifices to the god of the sea, and their faces are painted with dyes of various colors.

Outside the temple, the sound of music and drums was deafening, and people danced with hands and feet full of exotic sacrificial dances. The atmosphere was undoubtedly exaggerated to the extreme.

And right here, the shaman with a cane and a straw crown on his head slowly came out of the crowd, and entered the temple with a solemn expression in front of everyone.

For them, this moment is extremely sacred, only the high priest is qualified to communicate with the sea god one-on-one, and no one else can set foot in the temple.

After the shaman entered the temple, he prayed very piously, then closed his eyes, knelt on the ground, and said "I can't die", and He Heng knelt down for a few times.

After getting up, he said a bunch of babbling spells to He Heng that no one could understand.

According to A Mingzhi's instructions, the shaman should be asking about his wishes at this time, just tell the other party that he wants to leave.

However, the biggest difficulty is that He Heng can't understand and can't speak the native language, and as the God of the Sea, he can't speak official words, so now the only feasible way is to express his feelings with body movements. wishes.

Seeing this, He Heng was stunned for a moment, and he thought for a moment how he should use body language to express his intention to leave.

For the locals, when the Sea God returns home, it means returning to the bottom of the sea. Following this line of thought, He Heng suddenly thought of a very appropriate way of expression.

Thinking of this, he first connected the actions in his mind, and after he completely cleared his mind.

He Heng directly and neatly landed in the fish basket and grabbed two fresh fish from it, then put the fish in his arms, and lay down on the bed together,

After lying on the bed, he hugged the pillow in his arms again, put his hands under his head, and did the "sleeping" movement.

This set of movements of He Heng can be described as very smooth and concise.

And what he meant to express was probably,

There are fish in the bottom of the sea, he wants to go back to the bottom of the sea to sleep,

As Poseidon, he wants to go home,

These people let him go.

And the shaman only had one thought in his mind after seeing the opponent's smooth movements,

"Sea God is sleeping with fish?"

"...sleeping with fish."

".......sleep."

"... share the same bed."

At this moment, as if a bolt of lightning struck his mind, the shaman suddenly had an inspiration, and he felt that he had suddenly realized the intention of the Sea God.

So after a few kneeling prostrations, he walked out of the temple quickly, raised his arms and shouted among the crowd:

"Master Sea God means..."

"Let's help him find a wife."

The crowd immediately cheered together.

And He Heng in this temple,

"???".