boyutpedia Chapter 1 Wu Song After the Year
Chapter 1 Wu Song After the Year
End of March 1997.
On a King Long bus heading towards the city center in the mountainous area near Gaotan City, Canglan Province.
The journey was long and the mountain roads were difficult to navigate; most of the passengers on the bus had already fallen asleep.
A young man who was 1.98 meters tall, with a short haircut, a resolute face, and a strong physique suddenly opened his eyes.
His pupils contracted when he saw the scene inside the bus!
"Where is this?"
"Oh? Without horses or sedan chairs, how can this thing still move?"
"Could this be the place Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva spoke of, 'a thousand years from now'?"
Wu Song's face showed an expression of disbelief.
Then he fell into a state of deep confusion and ecstasy.
After capturing Fang La with one arm, he chose to become a monk at Liuhe Temple, where he remained until his death at the age of eighty. On his deathbed, all he could think about was his older brother, Wu Dalang, who had been poisoned to death long ago.
He lost his parents when he was young, and his older brother raised him by begging from everyone he could find. His brother was incredibly kind to him.
However, his brother died young, leaving him unable to repay his kindness.
This is truly the greatest regret of my life.
Perhaps because he had worshipped Buddha at Liuhe Temple for decades, the gods and Buddhas heard his voice, and after his death, he actually met Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the underworld.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva gave him 365 sticks of incense.
He told Wu Song that he would be sent a thousand years into the future.
He needs to find a wicked person who possesses dark energy and has murder on their hands, and either kill them or bring them to justice. For each person, he can light an incense stick.
Once all 365 incense sticks are lit, you will be able to meet your brother, Wu Dalang!
"So, what Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said was also true?"
With a thought, Wu Song found an image of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva appearing in his mind, with countless unlit incense sticks in front of the image.
There are three rows in total.
A rough count revealed over three hundred sticks.
It's true!
Wu Song couldn't help but clench his two fists, each the size of a bowl.
"elder brother!"
"Wait for me, I will definitely light these 365 incense sticks and meet you!"
Perhaps due to excessive emotional excitement, Wu Song suddenly felt as if a tiger had slapped his head, sending a sharp, intense pain through his brain.
The pain almost made him faint.
As the headache continued, a multitude of thoughts flooded his mind.
That was a stranger's entire memory.
According to the narrative from a thousand years in the future, he traveled through time.
I transmigrated into the body of a young man named Wu Song.
Wu Song's parents were both police officers who were killed in retaliation by the criminal's family, leaving Wu Song, who was only six years old at the time, and his older brother, who had just turned eighteen, to depend on each other for survival.
His older brother raised him and supported him through the investigation department of one of the few undergraduate criminal police academies in the country.
He has just graduated from school and is taking a bus back to his hometown of Gaotan City. He plans to report to the city bureau in half a month and then follow orders to go to the front line.
"Oh? That's perfect!"
Having learned about the situation a thousand years later from his memories, Wu Song knew that if he wanted to kill those three hundred-plus villains on his own, he would be caught sooner or later unless it was in self-defense.
Yes, he could fight a tiger while drunk.
Sensing the state of this body, I wonder if it's because I was strengthened once after transmigrating, but my strength is not weaker than in my previous life.
The problem is, no matter how fierce a tiger is, it can't outfight an armored vehicle or a tank!
If he had acted in self-defense every time and killed more than 300 villains, it would not seem reasonable!
There's absolutely no way to explain it!
If you don't choose self-defense and instead seek out evil people to kill you, you will become a murderer yourself and will be caught sooner or later.
But having this identity changes everything.
We can rightfully and legitimately arrest those heinous criminals!
Good thing!
"I just don't know where the original young people went."
Wu Song glanced at his reflection in the glass.
He sighed after a few breaths.
"Fine, you're a pitiful person too. Since I've taken over your body, I, Wu Song, am not the kind of person who is ungrateful."
"From now on, I will still be called Wu Song, and I will treat your brother well!"
"Brother, go in peace."
With a soft murmur, Wu Song rested his head against the car window, feeling the wind blowing in his face, and carefully sorted through the memories he had gained.
The world a thousand years from now is a golden age!
Perhaps there are also many shortcomings.
But in Wu Song's view, it was far more prosperous than the Song Dynasty.
At least no one will starve to death in large numbers.
Even in the most ordinary county towns, the quality of life is far superior to that of ordinary people in Bianjing (Kaifeng).
"It's truly a wonderful place!"
"However, if everyone can avoid starvation, then it will be difficult to catch these truly wicked and wicked individuals!"
Wu Song didn't know whether to be happy or worried.
Shaking his head, Wu Song continued to process the extra memory to avoid his words and actions becoming too out of place.
I don't know how much time passed.
"Sizzle..."
A screeching sound of brake pads rubbing together filled the air.
The car braked suddenly.
The passengers in the car were thrown forward by inertia and landed on the seats in front of them. Many of them were asleep and were woken up by the commotion, and they immediately started cursing.
"Master, what are you doing?"
"Can you drive?"
Drive carefully!
"Hey, if you fall and kill me, are you going to pay me back?"
"There's a tree..." The driver's voice trembled slightly.
Looking ahead, there was a broken tree, about the thickness of one person's embrace, lying across the middle of the road. It was neatly cut, clearly having been sawed off.
The driver was experienced and knew instantly what was about to happen.
"What the hell is wrong with me!"
He had just cursed inwardly when several people jumped out from the roadside. One of them quickly came to his driver's side and pointed a shotgun at him.
The black muzzle of a gun accompanied an undeniable voice: "Open the door!"
Judging from his posture, if he didn't open the door, the other party would immediately open fire.
The driver had no choice but to press the button and open the car door.
Three young men carrying knives got on the train through the door.
Next came a middle-aged man wearing a Panama hat, and finally a young man with a gun, standing guard at the door with his hunting rifle.
The middle-aged man wearing a hat appeared to be the leader of the robbers. He scanned the carriage with his eyes and shouted loudly.
"Brother, I'm broke. Can you lend me some money, everyone?"
"Those who have money, hurry up and hand it over. It's not like I'm not going to pay you back. Don't try to play tricks on me."
"If you cooperate, we'll let you suffer less. If you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being ruthless with my weapons! Don't risk your life for a little money."
"Let's get started!"
At the middle-aged man's command, the three thugs armed with knives immediately began robbing passengers one by one.
"You fucking think I don't know you can hide money in your underwear pocket? Give me your money, or I'll stab you!"
"Earrings! Old woman, are you going to take them yourself or do I have to pull them off?"
Every passenger who was pulled next to the robber was somewhat frightened, and they didn't even dare to look at the robber's face.
Except for Wu Song.
At this moment, Wu Song's eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man wearing a hat and the young man with a gun.
He noticed that both of them were enveloped in a faint black mist.
The other three people did not have it.
They were all robbers.
Why are only the two of them entitled to it?
Are they the two evil people with dark energy that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva spoke of?
Wu Song felt a surge of excitement.
Is it because we've only been here for a thousand years that we're already lighting two incense sticks?
Brother, I'm one step closer to you.
Wu Song's eyes lit up with joy, and he immediately raised his hand and opened the car window completely.
The car is cramped and doesn't allow for much movement, so I'll have to jump out of the window to deal with these five people later.
"Hey! What's that big idiot doing over there?"
Noticing Wu Song's actions, a bald man who had been robbing people ahead immediately ran over, pointing a dagger at Wu Song. "Trying to run away, huh? Hand over your money!"
"I have no money."
"Oh ho? If I get even a penny out of you later, I'll slap you. If it's more than ten dollars, I'll stab you! Damn it, let's see you try to act tough in front of your Brother Niu!"
The bald man, nicknamed Brother Niu, dragged a middle-aged woman next to Wu Song into the corridor. He then went to Wu Song's side and began to reach into his pocket.
"Brother Niu?" Wu Song laughed. "Your surname is Niu?"
"Have you heard of it?"
"No, but why isn't your surname Ma?"