The sky looked somewhat gloomy, with a black cloud still lingering in the air.

  Its already after the storm.

  The June thunderstorm comes and goes suddenly here.

  A desolate yet serene village was hit by a flood, the yellow dirt road was filled with murky water, walking on it made a gurgling sound as the water poured into my shoes, even wearing rain boots was useless, landslides occurred and dams burst.

  The rain shower just now has not fallen clean, and the sky is falling again with bean-sized rain showers.

  Soon, the villages line of sight was blocked by this dense rain.

  In front of an earth hut stood a eighteen-year-old youth.

  Half a meter in front of me, the rainwater flowing down from the eaves was like a small stream waterfall, gurgling non-stop.

  However, in this young mans eyes, there was a coldness and worldliness that one would not expect at his age.

  The boys name is Qin Feng.

  Qin Feng looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar village in front of him, watching as the torrential rain poured down from the sky.

  Feeling the raindrops falling on the ground and splashing onto my body with a cool sensation.

  Qin Feng finally accepted this fact.

  I was reborn.

  As a cultivator, also known as a Taoist in the Jianghu world, in his previous life, he had reached the legendary state of Dacheng, and could enter that legendary realm.

  However, just as he was about to break through, he was plotted against by others. His arch-nemesis of over a decade, who had been wandering the jianghu with him, joined forces and struck at his weakest moment, killing him with a fatal blow, leaving him to die with regret.

  But those who betray themselves and sell out their own kind, transcending time and space, still dont understand until the moment they die.

  These past few days, Qin Feng had been entangled in this matter.

  The village in front of me is exactly where I grew up.

  Qin Feng was an orphan. To be more precise, in his previous life, Qin Feng did not know who his parents were and had been dependent on his grandfather since he was a child.

  My grandfather is a fortune teller who uses the Mei Shan Shui method, or in rural terms, a geomancer. He calculates peoples eight characters to predict their fate. On ordinary days, whenever there are weddings or funerals in the neighboring villages, people would often ask my grandfather for his advice. This is a common practice in rural areas.

  When one embarks on this path of Taoist practice, his grandfather is his guide.

  The rain grew heavier, Qin Feng remembered that day, he was eighteen years old, graduated from high school, at home. The heavy rain had been falling for a week on this day, and it was also on this day that something happened that made Qin Feng extremely sad.

  Qin Feng knew that once the rain subsided, his grandfather would take him to Widow Zhaos house in the village. Widow Zhao had passed away, and Grandfather was a professional mourner; he was always needed at funerals in the village.

  "Little Wind, lets go, pack your things and follow me out." A hoarse voice from behind interrupted Qin Fengs thoughts.

  "Grandpa, where are you going? Youre still going out in such heavy rain?" Qin Feng asked knowingly. He knew his grandfathers personality and turned around to start preparing things.

  In the main room stood an old man who was thin in build but vigorous in spirit, with white hair on both sides of his temples and deep wrinkles on his forehead. He held an old-fashioned pipe in his hand, puffing away.

  The old man was called Qin Tian, who was exactly Qin Fengs grandfather.

  "Lets go to Widow Zhaos house, Widow Zhao died suddenly, Ill go take a look." With a puff of smoke, Grandfather began to explain.

  "Did Zhaos widow die? What was the reason?" Qin Feng asked.

  This scene is very similar to the memories of my past life. Now, Qin Feng has confirmed that it was today when his grandfather from his previous life returned from Zhaos widows house and got stained with something unclean. As he was returning, the rain grew heavier, and as he passed by a steep slope, he was haunted by the dirty thing and accidentally slipped down the mountain and died.

  This is the greatest regret of his past life. Even later, when he became a master and looked down on the entire Taoist community, Qin Feng was unable to make up for this regret.

  In this life, since the heavens have given me a chance to live again, I will make sure that my life is no longer filled with regrets. At the same time, I must find out who was behind the plot against me in my past life. Qin Feng believes that relying on the last clues from his previous life, as long as he has enough time, he will definitely be able to uncover the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes.

  "Its gotten dirty." Grandpa said, pouring out the cigarette ash and refilling it with tobacco.

  "Alright, Little Wind, lets go." Grandpa sighed.

  "This Widow Zhao also didnt know what kind of dirty thing she had provoked, and her life was gone just like that."

  Qin Feng didnt say a word, shouldered the yellow cloth bundle, tightened his rain gear, and followed Grandfathers footsteps out the door. This familiar action, from past life to present, felt both familiar and somewhat strange.

  Although the rain had subsided a bit, it was still very heavy. By the time he arrived at Widow Zhaos house, half of his body was already drenched. Qin Feng did this to protect the yellow cloth package from getting wet in the rain.

  The mourning hall in Widow Zhaos home had been set up, and Widow Zhao lay stiffly on the rotten bamboo mat, her face covered with a "mourning veil", more than half of which was exposed, and the skin that was exposed was all dark blue.

  Qin Tian looked at it briefly, his face didnt look good, he circled around Zhaos widows corpse twice, then turned and walked out the door.

  Qin Feng didnt follow to watch, he himself had reincarnated, his current self had just started cultivating for a short while. Although it was said that he was brought into this circle by his grandfather, the skills from his previous life couldnt be said to have been taught by his grandfather.

  It was later that he entered this circle himself and had another opportunity, thus reaching the realm of looking down on the entire Taoist community.

  At present, ones cultivation can be said to be pitifully low. The only consolation is that ones divine consciousness is exceptionally strong and still maintains the grand perfection of the previous lifes divine consciousness.

  "Grandfather, have you found the problem?" Qin Feng asked casually.

  This widow Zhaos situation is clear to herself, she just got involved with dirty things, in her previous life, her grandfather also took action. She asked this question just out of habit.

  "Its a bit of a problem." Qin Tian said slowly with a furrowed brow.

  He took out his pipe, stuffed it with tobacco, lit it and puffed two mouthfuls, then turned around and walked towards Zhaos widows house.

  The house of Widow Zhao was also a very shabby earth-house. Upon entering the hall, in the middle was the main room, which was also the ancestral hall, and on both sides were the master and secondary bedrooms. Behind the secondary bedroom was a miscellaneous house, which was also the kitchen, and inside it looked like a woodshed.

  Qin Tian wandered around the master bedroom and then went to the kitchen. Qin Feng followed him up.

  In the kitchen, a chopping board held a giant turtle head with two sharp fangs that looked extremely ferocious. Its eyes were blood-red. Qin Feng took a few glances and his mind was slightly stunned. Indeed, there was a dead aura on this turtle head.

  Qin Feng found out that his grandfather had also noticed this turtle-headed Wang.

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  P.S: New book uploaded, seeking support from all book friends, Im back in the Feng Shui world with my cigarette again.