I heard you want to let me down

Rong Jin gradually discovered that he had more memories in his practice day by day.

When he first realized it, he instantly became vigilant, thinking it was another round of trials and tribulations for the "supervisor".But unlike the "memory" that the world directly transmitted to him before, this time he didn't get a "complete life" all at once, but many vague and messy fragments appeared in his mind.

It's very similar to his appearance when he first entered this world and his sea of ​​consciousness was unstable, but this time he won't have a headache, nor will he have any strong emotions, just a vague sense of loss.

In the clip, there is a woman whose face is not clear, with many wounds on her body, and the blood stained the green grass under her feet all the way.

There are immature, taciturn children.

There are days and nights with someone day and night, and the ending of an unhappy ending.

"New name? Junzi Ruyu, let's call it Ruzhuo, okay?"

"You don't need to call me honorifics, you can call me by my name directly. My name is Rong Jin."

"My lord, let me pull your hair again."

As the days passed, Rong Jin's cultivation didn't improve much, but his sea of ​​consciousness became wider and wider. These blurred pictures, which seemed to be covered by tulle, gradually became clear and became a long and long memory.

The world in memory is much, much bigger than every world Rong Jin has ever experienced.But if we want to compare it, it is probably more similar to the cultivation world we are in now. There are ordinary people, there are practitioners, and there are monsters and demons.

The difference is that there are still gods in that world.

In this memory, he is the mountain god, in charge of a very large mountain, called Jingming.

At the beginning, many people believed in him and worshiped him, and the temple at the foot of the mountain was filled with incense.Ordinary people have many and complicated wishes, those who want to become immortals, those who want to be promoted and get rich, those who want to marry a wife, those who want to have children, and those who want to make others suffer.There are too many, and after a long time, he will feel bored and impatient to agree to these.So gradually, the believers were attracted by other gods who were more diligent and loving.He doesn't care, anyway, he has no lofty goals and lofty ideals, so he saves a lot of time and sleeps in all day.

He slept soundly, but one day, he was suddenly awakened.

Some believers who had worshiped him for many years entered Jingming Mountain, and before they died, they erupted with an extremely strong wish power, which was enough to awaken the gods.

His consciousness swept across the entire Jingming Mountain, and he soon discovered that there was a seriously injured woman in the mountain, holding a five or six-year-old child by the hand, and was stumbling towards the depths of the mountain.

He knew this woman.When she was young, she lived in the town under Jingming Mountain. Once she was fond of playing and lost her way in Jingming Mountain. She was so frightened that she cried at night.He happened to be awake and led her out.It turns out that she has been enshrining him all along?

When he appeared in front of her, he really realized how serious her injuries were, and the blood dripped all the way.If it wasn't for her strong will and some cultivation, she would have collapsed outside the mountain long ago.

She didn't have the strength to go any further, she pulled her child and knelt on the ground, kneeling down to worship the god she had believed in for many years for the last time, tears poured out along with the blood in her throat, "Master Mountain God, please, please. Please again You once."

He bent down and wiped the tears from the corners of the woman's eyes, "Okay."

The woman smiled, then fell down.The child she had been holding, pushed her lightly a few times, and called her "mother" in a low voice

Seeing her not moving, the boy burst into tears, streaming down his cheeks drop by drop.From crying silently to crying bitterly.

According to the customs of the human race, he buried the woman in Jingming Mountain, then touched the boy's head, and slowed down his voice, "I will raise you up in the future. What's your name?"

The tears had gradually dried up, and there were only tears left on the boy's face, and his voice was hoarse, with a kind of numbness and mechanicalness that did not belong to children at all. "Please give me a name from the mountain god."

He glanced at the piece of jade around the boy's waist, and knew that it was a relic left by his mother. "A new name? Junzi Ruyu. Just call it Ruzhuo, okay?"

The boy knelt down, "Thank you sir for giving me the name."

Looking at his small figure, Rong Jin felt a rare sense of pity and tenderness in his heart, "You don't need to use honorifics, you can call me by my name directly. My name is Rong Jin."