Bodhisattva, please help me in my spiritual practice!

The spine of the Chinese dragon, the Aotai line.

Outside the tent, the cold wind howled.

Inside the tent, the body of a physical education student gradually grew cold and stiff.

This physical education student ultimately couldn't withstand the harsh winds of the Aotai Line on his own.

"It needs further refinement!"

The corpse opened its eyes listlessly, and Ao Peng spoke to himself.

He was not the original owner of this body; he was just someone with the same name.

The body was indeed dead, because it was gradually stiffening all over.

He had just closed his eyes and sensed things for half an hour after being transported from another world, and even his heartbeat stopped.

On this cold, windy night, atop the spine of the Chinese dragon.

He was resurrected in another's body.

The good news is that the sports team made a call for help before their lives were in danger.

The bad news is that when the rescue team finds him, they will definitely have to check his vital signs.

So he either had to be sent directly to the funeral home or to the Academy of Sciences, and he didn't want to go to either place.

He tried to struggle to his feet and see if he could walk down the mountain on his own, and then pretend to live like a human being.

The good news is that he inherited all of the original owner's memories.

The bad news is that he now controls himself like a giant rusting machine, requiring immense effort even for basic hand movements.

Just as Ao Peng was thinking about how to get out of trouble.

A greeting suddenly rang out from outside the tent.

"Hey bro, are you there?"

"Who?"

Ao Peng asked warily, fiddling with his phone and entering the password.

It's 3 a.m.

Even if the rescue team were the most dedicated, they wouldn't take such a big risk to find him.

Ao Peng definitely didn't believe in ghosts and gods before.

But now, Ao Peng himself is part of the ghosts and gods.

There was no reply for a few seconds, then the other person asked again.

"Brother, do I look more like a man or a god?"

This time the voice was more excited, filled with greed and cunning.

Well, we've run into a weasel demanding an official title.

Perhaps because there was no heartbeat, Ao Peng's fear also weakened.

He originally wanted to answer directly, "You are like the Supreme God."

But before he could finish speaking, a sudden idea struck him, and Ao Peng countered, "Brother, do you think I look more like a man or a god?"

The weasel outside the tent was taken aback. Could it be that it had encountered another of its kind?

It stretched out its sharp claws and slashed at the tent.

The tent was torn open, revealing a young man wrapped in tin foil inside. His lips were blue from the cold, and he was shivering in the wind.

The weasel grinned and laughed, "Who do we have here? It's just a lively college student! You guys are smart; eating you will definitely be good for yourselves!"

The weasel's face turned cold and twisted. When it encountered those who were unwilling to be granted titles, it would usually be completely open and honest with them.

The instant it raised its paw.

Ao Peng smiled through his frostbitten, bluish lips, "Then I, Ao Peng, thank you for the imperial decree, brother."

It's dead.

The sinister spell of seeking a seal is inherently fraught with taboos. Not only did it fail to obtain a seal, it also bestowed the identity of a resurrected corpse.

Strands of incense were stripped from the weasel and offered to Ao Peng in front of him.

As the cold wind blew into the tent, Ao Peng felt warmth.

He stretched his arms and legs, and was about to grab his phone to see if he could brave the cold wind and force his way down the mountain, since the outcome couldn't be any worse.

However, the phone in front of me suddenly flashed a bright red light.

A game that neither the original owner nor he had downloaded popped up.

This is a game between the old era and the new era.

The ironclad rules of the new era forbid demons and monsters from appearing in the world, but the demons and monsters of the old era are secretly eyeing the light.

[Heirs of the new era, you will not allow the ironclad rules set by your ancestors to be violated. Take up your weapons and, like your forefathers, protect your era.]

The lines of red text seemed to drip blood, exuding both holiness and eeriness.

Word games?

Ao Peng was about to turn off his phone, after all, now was not the time to play games.

The next moment, time and space reversed before his eyes.

He came to a dilapidated temple, which housed many strange and grotesque creatures dressed in human robes, except that their exposed hands and feet resembled those of cows, horses, cats, or dogs...

Their heads were all severed, without exception.

A solitary blue lamp in the temple flickered with an orange-yellow flame.

The blood-red characters were directly imprinted into Ao Peng's mind.

You have arrived in the old land, a vast and boundless continent.

The smoke of gunfire from the previous era still lingers over this land; after the eternal night, this land has been plunged into darkness.

You will see some bizarre and outlandish things.

[A rat's wedding, a weasel asking for directions, a wrongfully deceased ghost blocking the road...]

They are all the dregs of the old era.

Although your ancestors are gone, their glory still shines brightly and flows in your blood.

Heirs of the new era, take up your weapons and charge!

Ao Peng rubbed his chin, thinking, "This must be a matter of innate talent."

After all, this is a game between the 'old era' and the 'new era'.

He continued reading.

You are about to leave the land of your birth; you need an identity to navigate this familiar land.

Based on your life experience, please select your initial identity.

[Scholar: Your unique identity may trigger some unusual events, some good, some bad, and difficult to control.]

[Farmer: You are skilled at farming, and you can identify plants more effectively; perhaps you can use them for something.]

[Blacksmith: You are skilled in forging, capable of crafting artifacts from the old era, and of course, you can also forge firearms and cannons for the new.]

[Temple Keeper: You guard the light passed down from the old era, which contains forbidden knowledge. As a taboo, you excel at keeping secrets, but you must also resist temptation.]

[The shrine keeper: The glory of your ancestors resides here; perhaps it will come in handy at a crucial moment.]

[Missionary: This is the faith left behind by outsiders. You've picked up this faith, and although it doesn't work very well in this old land, perhaps you can find another way out.]

There are six choices in total, it's so hard to choose!

The Scholar corresponds to unexpected plot developments. For the average player in a game with a horror theme, choosing this option is definitely the right choice, as it is an absolutely crucial attribute.

However, this is not an ordinary game.

At least now Ao Peng is entering in his true form, and he doesn't want to take on any extra risks from the start.

Both farmers and blacksmiths are associated with life skills, but they emphasize different aspects.

However, the idea that blacksmiths can forge weapons for the new era is exciting, after all, Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, who turns 3,600 times in a single breath, with great compassion to save all beings.

The temple keeper likely corresponds to the "guardian of secrets" in other mystery games. This type of person has more access to forbidden legends, but they also need to strictly keep secrets and even refuse to come into contact with forbidden knowledge.

Such a person usually doesn't end up well.

Missionaries are for Runren; Ao Peng doesn't want Runren and doesn't need to consider it.

Finally, there's the shrine keeper.

This identity description is minimal, but the ancestral glory echoes the opening remarks of this system, which should correspond to the main storyline, although the early stages may be a bit difficult.

It's all about the late game; if you don't play the late game, who the hell would play the game?

Ao Peng reached out and touched the shrine guardian. A phantom memorial tablet transformed into a stream of light and merged into Ao Peng's body.

[O heir to the glory of your ancestors, begin your game.]