Millennium Floating Soul: from the Tang Dynasty to the Late Ming Dynasty

My name is Lin Mo, an ordinary modern person. One second he was still lying in the dormitory, and the next second there was no bright light or any warning, and his consciousness fell directly into boundless darkness. I... Turned into a newborn baby? He was surrounded by refugees who were fleeing the country. They were sallow and skinny, and they were not fully clothed. They were starving and dead everywhere. When I was unconscious, a pair of rough, chapped, calloused hands gently picked me up. He was a young man wearing tattered cloth clothes with a sallow complexion, his eyes were honest and tired, and he was carrying a worn-out salesman's load behind him, carrying a few pieces of rice and food for needlework. The man looked at me who was dying, sighed, and fed the little rice soup left in his arms into my mouth bit by bit. "You are also a poor man. Follow me and live as long as you can." I somehow understood some of the hoarse and difficult ancient dialect. I clung to this only chance of survival and looked at the man in front of me with my eyes open. I never thought that this seemingly inconspicuous act of kindness would involve nearly a thousand years of time. And I, Lin Mo, will fall into endless reincarnation. When you die once, you change your body and your identity. Babies, farmers, soldiers, petty officials, eunuchs, officials, merchants... From the founding of the Tang Dynasty to the collapse of the Ming Dynasty. No memory, no golden fingers, no destiny-changing. I can only live passively in the body of others in this magnificent and bloody millennium, watching the person in front of me go from a homeless salesman to a thousand-year-old merchant family, and finally disappear into thin air. The hunger in my chest came again, my vision went dark, and I fainted completely And my thousand-year reincarnation has just begun