Qiu Miao: Heaven must have disliked me for a long time╭(╯^╰)╮

In his previous life, Qiu Yanping was a man who could make a good living in the previous dynasty with a feng shui plate and a bagua mirror. However, he had no principles and would do anything for money.

According to the rules of the ancestors, Feng Shui should be done in accordance with the will of heaven, and one must not do anything to change one's fate. However, Qiu Yanping was not born into an orthodox apprenticeship, and although he had the surname of the ancestors and there was a mysterious relationship between them in his blood, the rules of the ancestors were like a breeze blowing over a hill, leaving no trace in Qiu Yanping's ears.

Although he was given the ancient surname of Qiu, he was a man of his own way and somewhat rebellious. He did not follow his family in seclusion in the mountains to become a hermit indifferent to fame and fortune, but preferred to roll around in the world. He felt that being involved in some worldly affairs was better than having to deal with those wooden-faced people at home.

As the most talented youngster in the Qiu family, he was forbidden to learn Feng Shui. Since the elders in his family did not allow him to learn it, he wanted to learn something. He hid in the library and secretly studied fortune-telling and geomancy.

After he came down from the mountain, he really made a name for himself in the outside world. In the end, he clung to the emperor's thigh. After he had both fame and fortune, he actually felt that this world was a bit boring.

Qiu Yanping told fortunes for others, including Daye, but he could never figure out his own fate.

The elders in the family looked at the lines on his palm, shook their heads and sighed, "It's a mess, it's really a mess."

Qiu Yanping, who was still a three-headed young man, blinked and asked the elder, "What will happen then?"

The elder looked at him with trusting eyes, as if he was a powerful elder who knew everything. He choked, stroked his long beard, and said vaguely, "...Heaven has its own arrangements. Others cannot see through it, nor can they interfere."

Later, Qiu Yanping was struck by a bolt of lightning, and his internal organs seemed to be thrown into a furnace and roasted. At that time, Qiu Yanping wondered if the heaven had its own arrangements for him. It was obvious that the heaven disliked his love for joining in the fun and always interfered with its good deeds.

But it didn't matter that way. He was tired of this world anyway. Even if he had saved people and averted disasters in this world, and had left a reputation as a living Bodhisattva, and had mountains of gold and silver, he still felt empty and had nowhere to go in his heart. Now this bolt of thunder might be a punishment for him leaking too many secrets, or it might be because he was too annoying and wanted to be killed sooner. Qiu Yanping felt that it was not a big deal. He just hoped that the torture of the thunder could pass more easily.

——If the elders in his family had warned him earlier that he would be severely punished for going against fate, he would definitely be more relaxed.

Although these are tacit rules in the industry rules, no one has ever said how painful it is to be struck by the thunderbolt. It only says that a person with a lot of merit will be stripped clean in the end. He came naked and left naked. Qiu Yanping thought at that time, what is the use of merit? How frustrating it is for a person to live his life and not be able to do whatever he wants? If he wants to be stripped, then he will be stripped!

If we give him another chance now, he will shamelessly cling to his merits. If one point of his merits is taken away, the pain of the thunder on his body will be more severe - these merits are too useful.

Qiu Yanping had no idea how long he had endured the seemingly endless torture of thunderbolts. Before he fainted from the pain, he thought to himself that he had finally passed out. It didn't matter whether his soul was shattered or he turned to ashes. He could just let it go.

However, he later opened his eyes in a daze, and seeing the bright light in front of him, Qiu Yanping knew that God must have been dissatisfied with him for a long time, and had taken away all his merits and virtues, and thrown him into a place where everything was strange, and could not give him a quick end.

Qiu Yanping lifted his robe and got up from the ground. He just moved, still feeling the pain of his torn bones and muscles. Qiu Yanping grimaced. The shadow of the previous heavenly thunder that had infused his soul had not yet faded, and the condition of this body was not much better.

He looked down at his own white robe, which was of a strange style. He glanced around at the messy area, where bottles and jars on the table were broken and toppled over, and four or five people dressed similarly to him were lying dead not far away, covered in blood.

Qiu Yanping was slightly shocked. The original owner of this body seemed to have barely escaped from somewhere, but unfortunately died not long after getting away, so he was taken advantage of.

This place is in the middle of nowhere, with no village or shop nearby. All I can see is wild grass and strange rocks, except for the mess behind me. The situation doesn't look very good.

Qiu Yanping looked at the large wound on his body that was still bleeding, tore off the white cloth and pressed hard on the wound, he took a breath of cool air, shook his body twice and took a step forward. This pain was nothing compared to what he had suffered before. Qiu Yanping estimated that if he couldn't find a doctor, he would probably die in another hour or two.

He pondered again in his heart, was he really that annoying in his previous life? Did he annoy the heavens?

Qiu Yanping and others didn't have to wait too long. A means of transportation that didn't look like a carriage came flying in from the sky. It was also pulled by animals, but the two horses had wings on both sides, so they could fly in the sky.

Qiu Yanping shook his body, thinking that he was probably hallucinating because of excessive blood loss.

Qiu Yanping was rescued and stayed in one of the best medical centers on Earth for half a month. His serious injuries were almost healed and he had no aftereffects. During his hospitalization, he collected and integrated the memories of this body, which gave him some understanding of where he was.

Simply put, he now lives in a simulated planetary environment that imitates the place where he lived in the past, called Earth One. There are also Earths Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six... just like the small countries of Yan, Zhao, Han, Wei, etc. in the past, which are independent and distinct.

——Qiu Yanping spent some brain cells to understand the concept of the planet Earth, new vocabulary and concepts, and even the identity of the original owner. All of these kept him busy and fulfilled during the half month of recovery.

The original Qiu Yanping was one of the top medical scientists on earth. He was gentle and elegant. He was adopted in the Marshal's mansion since he was a child. He was the posthumous son of the Marshal's old friend. After being entrusted to the Marshal, he was raised as the Marshal's child. Perhaps all mad scientists are a little eccentric and weird. The relationship between the original body and the Marshal's family was not as close as Qiu Yanping thought. People say that the friendship between gentlemen is as plain as water. Qiu Yanping feels that the relationship between the original body and the Marshal's family is even more plain than water. It is probably distilled water.

The original body gave the impression of a gentle and successful medical researcher to the outside world, but Qiu Yanping, who integrated the original body's memory, knew better that the other party was actually a somewhat crazy researcher who would do anything to conduct experiments and seek the latest scientific and technological means. This unexpected danger was precisely because their experiment went wrong, which led to the death of all the researchers on the scene, including the original body.

Dedicating oneself to science in research experiments is what one gets. Qiu Yanping glanced out the window, squinting slightly at the sunlight. It seemed that some big-name person was coming downstairs, and a group of medical staff were waiting downstairs with nervous expressions.

Qiu Yanping got out of bed, stretched his arms and legs, and went out to sunbathe.

He sat on a small garden bench not far from the door. After basking in the sun for a short while, a thick shadow blocked his head. He looked up and opened his mouth twice, but the familiar words were stuck in his throat. After a few seconds of being stuck, he let out an "ah" and finally matched the noun in his memory: the Force airship.

The airship landed, and soon two rows of people came out pushing a hospital bed. On the bed lay a young man with a pale face, a stern expression, and ridges on his brows. Qiu Yanping sensed a faint aura of death from him. His eyes fell on the man's frozen legs. The tendons in his calves were cut, and he suffered severe frostbite, but the injury was not fatal. The aura of death he sensed was rather that the man himself had lost the will to live.

The man was quickly picked up by the medical team who were waiting in a tense atmosphere downstairs of the medical center and sent to the operating room. All the people on the Force airship stayed behind, and the dark crowd occupied half of the lobby on the first floor of the medical center.

Qiu Yanping sighed softly. It looked like the injured person was indeed a nobleman. He continued to climb the sun for a while, and when his body was warm, he slowly returned to his ward upstairs.

He will be discharged from the hospital in two days. His injuries have almost healed, and he can even feel his soul and body merging and adapting to each other.

During this period, the people from the Marshal's family came once, paid the medical bills and left. Qiu Yanping was thinking about whether to repay the money and favor after he was discharged from the hospital. Unfortunately, he had no money and no income. His original income was to attract investment from scientific research results. Now that his laboratory had suffered a major disaster, there was probably nothing good to develop. He had to find a way to support himself first.

Qiu Yanping, who had no worries about food and drink and fame and fortune in his previous life, was thrown to a strange place by fate in this life. He has fame, but it is not a good one. As for the fortune, there is no fame. Qiu Yanping is thinking about whether he can cut down a little on the meals for patients in the medical center and take them away. It's miserable, it's really miserable.

Later, when he was completely healed and discharged from the hospital, Qiu Yanping discovered that these were not the worst.

The worst thing was that all his merits were reset to zero, and the aftereffects of the heavenly thunder were transferred to this body after he had completely merged with it. Weakness and tolerable pain were always with him. He thought he could get through it after a few days, but he didn't expect that he would be reduced to his original form because of his excessive weakness.

A Maine cat stares at the mirror in her studio apartment.

Meow meow meow???

There's nothing in the original body's memory that says it will return to its original form? It didn't return to its original form even when it was almost dying, meow? ? ?

Qiu Meiyinmao Yanping once again confirmed that the Heavenly Dao must have disliked him for a long time.