Chen Zijian had the longest dream in his life.

In the dream world, he suffered from a strange disease since he was a child. This disease caused abnormal recognition of his brain and made him unable to see himself in the mirror.

His parents comforted him and said that many characters in games could not look in the mirror, and many blind people lived optimistically, but it did not prevent those characters from having a wonderful life. His parents always looked for answers like this to dispel the darkness around him.

He also dreamed that a family he had not been in contact with for a long time asked him to go back to inherit the inheritance, which brought many twists and turns to his life.

But in the end, he dreamed that the invitation from the ancestor of the Chen family was essentially a scam of choosing sacrifices.

A failed and successful ceremony separated Chen Zijian's soul and physical body. The ancestor of the Chen family occupied Chen Zijian's physical body and inherited the inheritance in the name of Chen Zijian.

They said that Chen Zijian was originally born with a special design, but after his parents noticed the family's intentions, they deliberately tampered with the birth date and used divorce to cover up, so that the family did not find a suitable candidate for a long time.

But an accident occurred in the middle. Chen Zijian's soul that should have dissipated was sucked into the ancient incense burner where Mr. Chen temporarily lived. Then the incense burner lost control and ascended to heaven amid the roars and screams of the "Chen Family Ancestor" and a group of servants.

On that night when lightning and thunder were roaring, the sky collapsed and the earth was broken, the ancient house continued to shrink in his eyes, the town became hazy and blurry, the mountains and rivers became green, and the planet rotated forever before his eyes.

Then, Chen Zijian lost his sense of time in the silence, and like Wei Yue, he had no self-awareness, staring at the earth forever.

Until the perspective gradually gets closer, the planet begins to rotate wildly, the wind and clouds change above the mountains and rivers, the world changes, the world changes, the palaces and cities change, and all things disappear and all things are reborn.

Chen Zijian suddenly awakened his self-awareness and had some understanding of his own situation:

"What's going on? Is this the perspective of the astronaut's escape capsule returning to the earth from space?!"

Chen Zijian wanted to scream, but quickly realized that he was just a bronze incense burner, the authentic bronze incense burner with a color close to 18K gold.

This should be a self-examination of the ability of spiritual consciousness, because Chen Zijian has been unable to see himself in the mirror and in the photos since he was a child.

Good news, now Chen Zijian can finally see himself. He is a bronze incense burner with a pretty good shape, without any trace of rust from malachite patina.

Bad news, he is no longer a human being. Not only can he not open the parachute, but he can't even stretch out his hands and feet to control his own landing point.

Chen Zijian could only watch himself crossing the river and the village, and with a bang, smashing the roof of the mountain temple, smashing the dusty incense table into two pieces, and smashing a large deep pit in the middle of the temple.

"It hurts, my toes hurt so much, my butt hurts..."

Chen Zijian clearly had no limbs, but he still had a phantom pain like limbs.

"The despicable and shameless ancestor of the Chen family actually cheated even the descendants of his family! Fortunately, his research was not thorough, and my body was stolen by him, but his magical opportunity was unexpectedly my life, otherwise he would have eaten it all this time."

"But in this way, I don't know what my parents are going to do, but they probably can't recognize me..."

"Maybe they will come to find the incense burner again. These people can even deceive their family and descendants to sacrifice. What else can't be done? In short, find out where I am and whether I can control the incense burner, and hide myself before talking about it..."

Chen Zijian suppressed his panic and tried to use his natal spiritual consciousness to control the incense burner.

"The displacement ability of the incense burner that can fly out of the atmosphere should be fine!" Chen Zijian tried his best to "suffer" the control, but the result was that the incense burner swayed slowly, and he could not break free from the rock and soil in the cracks in the deep pit.

"It's ten times heavier than a stadium shot put. Just concentrating the spiritual consciousness and 'holding it' makes me feel sore all over my body. Although I definitely don't have physical body or physical body now, what should I do now..."

Chen Zijian found that his thinking was becoming dull, his spiritual consciousness was rapidly declining, and everything around him became hazy.

His consciousness was forced to sink into the incense burner, and the door inside the incense burner opened, allowing him to see the strange village.

"I was dreaming just now? Or why..." For a moment, his cognitive judgment was a little confused and could not be expressed.

Chen Zijian appeared in Chenjia Village inside the incense burner, and was shocked by the sudden appearance of the Chen family ancestor.

He thought it was the ancestor of the Chen family who came to kill his current soul with one move, but found that this was just a illusion formed by memory.

The other party clearly couldn't see him, so he just opened the door, walked towards the study with the same incense burner and booklet, raised his wrinkled old face, looked out the window with extremely turbid eyes, and lowered his head to ponder and write and draw.

However, Chen Zijian's arrival seemed to be pouring a bucket of clear water into this scroll of memory, causing unreasonable visual cracks to appear in the trunks and walls.

Compared with the real world, there is an exaggerated fusiform stone tablet at the entrance of Chenjia Village in this world, with four big characters "Heaven and Earth in the Furnace" engraved on it.

When he thought of this seemingly kind-hearted ancestor of the Chen family, he had reborn several times many years ago. He pretended to be very good to his descendants of the family. In the end, Chen Zijian was in a complicated mood just for the sake of offerings.

What kind of crazy reason is that this ghostly monster laughs wildly while crying? Is he the real ancestor of the Chen family, or is he a demon who thinks he is a kind of demon who is the ancestor of the Chen family?

"Just now, I don't know if I am Chen Zijian or an incense burner monster with Chen Zijian's memory."

Chen Zijian didn't know what he looked like in his previous life, and he couldn't talk about finding someone. Even in the inner world of the incense burner, he was an illusory cloud of smoke, because of the lack of self-cognition, and could not condense into a specific human form.

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The desire to explore the truth makes Chen Zijian approach the Chen family courtyard lightly.

As the approaching approached, the courtyard was filled with cracks, like a tofu block that had been smashed, quickly collapsing and dissolving.

Even the figure and stone tablet of the Chen family ancestor disappeared, leaving only a booklet floating in the smoke.

Maybe it should be like this after a person dies, and everything disappears and no longer exists.

"This is..." The booklet attracted Chen Zijian's attention.

The Chen Family’s Book of Seeking Immortals? I’ve never heard of such things at home.

Chen Zijian rolled up the wet paper and found that the handwriting of the Chen family ancestor's brush was as neat as ever, which was completely different from his crazy appearance. This booklet records the life of the Chen family ancestor and his research on the incense burner.

‘In March of the 18th year, I couldn’t tell the specific origin of it. I only remember to go out with my friends to drink and chat. While drunk, I turned into a fairy and dreamed of wandering in the heavenly court, and then the incense burner fell into my hands for no reason.’

‘My parents don’t understand me, they just think I’m a child making up stories, saving pocket money to buy some broken toys. I told my grandfather about this, but my grandfather said I have a fairy fate.’

'After listening to me, my grandfather took out an ancient book passed down from his family and practiced with me according to the above exercises. After a few months, I found that there was really a spiritual energy in the world. I relied on this wisp of spiritual energy to activate the incense burner, but found that this era was an era of exhaustion mentioned in ancient books. The spiritual energy in this world is too thin. Cultivating spiritual energy can only strengthen the body at most.’

'Grandpa said, since this is the case, we will live our lives in a simple way and leave many precious and beautiful memories in the life of mortals. But his reluctant eyes before his death, concerns and worries about relatives and family members, and concerns and fears about the fallen family, made me feel the huge horror hidden between life and death.'

‘If I can, I hope my relatives won’t die, and I don’t want my relatives and friends to repeat the same mistakes.’

Chen Zijian flipped through the paper, and the wet paper disappeared page by page. Many of them were memories of the Chen family’s ancestors’ memories of his grandfather, as well as subjective narrative memories of family difficulties when he was a child.

‘In April of the 24th, the situation was not very good, and the family was getting worse and harder to lose. My parents wanted me to sell the incense burner to the ragged ones several times, saying that the metal was worth a little, but I didn’t want to give up this opportunity. As a result, my mother sold all her jewelry and cried secretly all night at home, while my father was just smoking silently.’

‘This discovery made me feel uncomfortable. Do I really want to continue to try to practice and collect the spiritual energy of the world like hallucinations? Maybe I can use the excuse of fitness, but my heart does not allow me to ignore the pain of my parents. I am no longer young. The ancient books say that I am no longer young. When will I practice?’

‘And I accidentally complained, but I found that the incense burner could refine my mother’s memory and refine her strong memory into gold jewelry. This discovery made me excited and frightened. I finally realized that the incense burner in my hand was a magical tool that was comparable to a treasure pot, and I could never tell anyone, and I could only hide the secret in my heart.’

‘I didn’t sell the incense burner. I can use it to create the Chen family, a prosperous family that will last forever! But before that, I needed to run away from home for a while, and then I made an excuse to say that I found some way to do business and then made an excuse to hand over the gold to my parents so that they could feel better in these difficult days.’

Chen Zijian was silent. It seemed that the ancestor of the Chen family during this period was still very decent in terms of mental conditions. He was almost a family myth that a poor boy turned over and made a comeback with his treasure.

The ancestor of the Chen family made many attempts to explore the conditions and wonderful uses of refining memory.

The ancestor of the Chen family discovered that the stronger, clearer, more real the memory, the more able it can refine real jewelry.

The vague and missing memories have been refined into some defective products, wasting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth he collected.

But the ancestor of the Chen family finally found the trick. He kept looking for people with strong memories, getting to know each other and digging their memories, using the other party's memories to refine them into valuables, and then looking for opportunities to sell and make money to revive the family business.

‘In July of the 32nd year, my parents were old enough to the naked eye, and I became the pillar of the family. Looking at the smiles and pride on their faces, I felt that the forbearance along the way was worth it. Whenever they asked about business secrets, I had to avoid their questions. I couldn’t let them make the lowest mistakes and betray this most deadly secret.’

‘But behind my back, I felt a little lonely. The lack of nutrition and hard work in my early years made my body aging prematurely. I have not yet started a family, and I can’t find someone I can trust. I don’t know if I can enter the Qi training period in this life and become a cultivator with two Jiazi (120 years) life span.’

‘I felt very uncomfortable when I saw my former sweetheart marry someone else, but I voluntarily rejected her in order to keep it a secret, so I was not qualified to tell her. Mortals can’t wait for that long. Every age has different pain and compromises. In this era of spiritual energy exhaustion, cultivation has become the root of pain.’

'But property of unknown origin is not a stable right path after all. After having enough capital, I will try to minimize the use of incense burners, otherwise one day this secret will not be covered up, and the ubiquitous covetous eyes will be the most deadly.'

The ancestor of the Chen family stood at the age of thirty. It seemed that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was lacking at that time, so he did not support his cultivation like this.

‘In January of 48, I insisted on not using the incense burner for several years. The aura I accumulated made me healthy and look young. Others asked me how to take care of it, but I saw the same skin and shadows as my grandfather in my parents. Perhaps, every choice was accompanied by regret and price, and I could not go back to my teenager no matter what.’

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‘After all, I am a cultivator with spiritual roots. In this modern world, I am the only immortal, but my descendants do not have spiritual roots. This makes me extremely distressed. They have no way to inherit the incense burner and ancient books, they have no way to inherit this invincible treasure, nor have a longer life and a healthier body to protect the family.’

‘But when I was old, I began to talk more. Some people always say that I was a nouveau riche and my family was only rich for three generations. I would not be able to be separated for many years and my wife and children would be separated. My old age was miserable. When my grandfather learned that I had spiritual roots, did he see a glimmer of hope and a possibility of immortality in the inheritance, so he finally left safely?’

‘In September of the 1960s, my little grandson died. He just didn’t listen and wanted to swim by the river. I don’t understand what it is good to swim. What’s the use of him besides making me heartbroken? And they blamed me for not being optimistic about my grandson. The child I value most refused to inherit the family business and ran away from home. I think they really want to piss me off!’

‘I am old, and I am about to lose my mind. I frequently consume the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to make various attempts, which makes my originally unhealthy body worse. But aren’t those things left for them after I die? What are they anxious about? Can’t wait for a day? Before I could say a few words, I started asking me how to write my will, so I will write it to them!’

‘But the faces of those people have become my strongest memory. I want to try to revive them. But unfortunately, maybe there is not enough spiritual energy. I don’t have this magical power to reverse life and death. I can only rely on that memory to build the illusion of the past in the incense burner, and then let the family grow branches and leaves as much as possible and the descendants prosper.’

'I don't want to leave, I don't want to be replaced, I don't want to be forgotten, I hope everyone can have a happy and good result, why is it me who was hurt in the end? It is said that I have too strong desire to control my desire, and they don't even have a word of gratitude, as if inheriting the inheritance is taken for granted. I always leave the best to them, but I still fall to this point.'
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