Chapter Twenty: Past Life and Present Life

  At this point, I no longer doubt what kind of ghost is on me. Occasional coincidences can be explained by coincidence, but too many coincidences can't be considered a coincidence anymore.

  Why would I, a devil-may-care person, voluntarily ask to be assigned to the infamous Military Dog Unit?

  Why would I go dig up some night-blooming jasmine with Jin Gang Cannon?

  Why does the Taoist in the stone coffin look so much like me?

  Why didn't the giant snake that had been tamed over time bite me?

  Why do I repeatedly hope to cover the stone coffin lid?

  Why am I opposed to Jin Gang taking that Hibiscus Crown?

  Why am I so skilled at practicing Qigong?

  Why do I hold two magical instruments when I sleepwalk?

  Why was I able to unconsciously pull out the ancient sword?

  Why would I know the opening steps and methods of the White Jade Box?

  Why should I and this dead cow nose who died over a thousand years ago share a name?

  The fact is as obvious as lice on a bald head, and I'd be fooling myself if I didn't admit it.

  Alright, big brother, I get it. We're the same person, you're my past life and I'm your reincarnation. Just have some mercy and stop giving me all this mysterious stuff. You're going to drive yourself crazy, do you know that? In an instant, everything felt like it was spinning around me, the universe was out of balance. Luckily, at this moment, the east had already turned red, and the warm, bright sunlight shone on my damp body, making me feel like I was still alive in the world of the living.

  I wiped my sweaty face with an icy hand, then rubbed the August 1st collar badge on my collar forcefully. The sharp edges of the badge poked at my hand, causing a dull ache that served as a stark reminder that all this was real, and I wasn't sleepwalking, much as I wished I were.

  I listlessly packed my things, at this time I only felt dizzy and weak all over, even carrying a bag was tiring, so I switched to carrying it on my back. I stumbled back to the dormitory.

  Lying weakly on the bed, lighting a cigarette to try to calm down and stabilize my mood. But my mouth is numb and my whole body still feels dizzy. At this time, Vice Squad Leader returned with washing supplies "Squad Leader Yu, are you not feeling well? Why does your face look so bad?"

  "Uh, okay, can you help me ask for a leave from the captain? And also, can you take charge of today's training session?" I replied weakly.

  "Alright, I'll go to the infirmary and get you some medicine in a bit." Ben was very clever and good at handling things.

  "No need, by the way, Little Sun came to me again a few days ago and asked me to help him change a dog. The one he has now has been trained for two months but still pees when it sees people. He's come to me several times already, you go take a look, if it really doesn't work out then tell Captain Sun about it and have him switch it with another one." I said while smoking.

  "Yes, right, Class Monitor, um, that, Team Leader," Vice Class Monitor Wu said with an unnatural expression.

  "Speak up if you have something to say." The officers in the army are strict and can be overwhelming, so naturally the class leader and deputy don't need to be polite when speaking.

  "Head of the class, team leader came to our class yesterday to inspect, said that our class discipline is not good at night, I think we should go up and put some pressure on it, there are many people upstairs making a lot of noise. You like quiet, I think I'll just go up." This guy's words are always moderate.

  I nodded. Ben's deputy, like a great amnesty, turned around and ran away. I thought about it again, oh~~~ this kid is probably scared of me, saying that discipline is not good, probably still afraid that I will take something in the middle of the night and come to him suddenly. It's no wonder, if I were him, I would be afraid too.

  Forget it, forget it, living alone is better, more convenient. Let him be.

  After having breakfast, I went to the mountain to see the white wolf. Originally, I thought that since I hadn't gone to see it for two days, it must be very lonely. Who knew that as I approached, this guy had caught a poor mouse at some point and was playing with all his might. The poor mouse was already on its last breath...

  As I entered, the white wolf released the little hamster and pounced on me excitedly. I picked up the dying hamster by its tail and threw it out to feed the wolf, then replaced the iron chain. After forcing myself to cheer up and review some training subjects with it, I found a clean place to sit down and took out that stack of skin.

  Upon closer inspection, the skin was divided into three small piles, each with a different thickness. I looked through them one by one and found that they were twelve pages of "Yin Yang Observation Method", thirty-five pages of "Qian Kun Breath Control Method". What's this unbound one? I flipped through it casually, and the last two pages had nothing to do with observation or breath control. The first page seemed to be a poem, while the second page was a messy diagram that looked like a map. If you just look at the route, it's definitely a map, but normal maps would have the names of reference objects marked on them. However, the reference objects on this map were various colors of breath. "Is this something humans can see?" I muttered to myself. "Woof woof! Woof woof!" The white wolf thought I was talking to it and stood up from its crouched position, barking at me twice.

  I smiled and threw a stone over, the white wolf used its paws to pull it back and play with it again. I continued to study the stack of skins in my hand. If I didn't look at them, I would be fine, but once I looked, I couldn't help myself, from morning till noon, I felt hungry but too lazy to go down the mountain to eat, so I took out a few sausages from my pocket that were used as rewards for training dogs, just as I took a bite, the white wolf got upset and barked at me. In its impression, this three-for-one sausage should have belonged to it.

  "You heartless white wolf." I cursed with a smile, tossing the sausage to White Wolf. Lighting a cigarette, picking up the leather-bound book, and diving back in once more.

  Unconsciously, several hours have passed. During this time, I released the white wolf from its iron chain and unshackled it for the first time. The white wolf seemed very excited. I pointed to the mountain below with my finger and shouted "Bèi!" ("No" in military dog training). I repeated this several times until I was sure it understood that I forbade it from going down the mountain. Only then did I shout "Yóu sài" (a command for free play). The white wolf ran off towards the depths of the mountain. I was worried and called out its name. This guy immediately came running back, and upon seeing that it still listened to commands, I once again shouted "Yóu sài", feeling at ease as I let it roam freely.

  Although the number of pages in this ancient book is not many, the characters are too small. The ancients described small characters as "fly head small characters". And I think the one I'm holding can be considered a fly head. As a result, the content recorded is also naturally much more, plus the habits of people nowadays are basically opposite to those of the ancients when writing, so it's quite laborious to read. Fortunately, my classical Chinese ability is still somewhat satisfactory, and despite this, after finishing two volumes, the sky has become a bit dark. I stood up and walked out of the cave, just about to call White Wolf, but saw White Wolf shaking its head and carrying a small yellow animal from afar.

  "Haha, my white wolf has caught a rabbit!" I felt a thrill of excitement in my heart, but when it ran over with a foul smell, I took a closer look and realized that what it was holding wasn't a rabbit at all, but a yellow weasel with beady eyes. The white wolf put down the yellow weasel and held it down with one paw, looking up at me excitedly. From time to time, it would let out a sneeze, probably because the yellow weasel's stinky fart hadn't stopped, and the smell was so strong that it made the white wolf shake its head and cry. But the white wolf's determination was unwavering - no matter how much it was affected by the smell, it refused to let go! No wonder I saw the white wolf running with its head shaking from afar...

  "Damn it, you think you can get a reward for catching a yellow mouse?" I scolded with a smile, but to avoid hurting its feelings, I patted its head and pulled out a sausage from my pocket and threw it one. As soon as it saw the sausage, the white wolf immediately dropped its stinky trophy and happily ran over to pick it up. The yellow mouse, which was quite frightened, took advantage of the opportunity to slip away.