I Have a Debt Collection Book

In the twenty-third year of Jinghe, someone borrowed my life before I was born.Seventeen years later, Lin Du was sold into the market for three taels of silver.The old monk who bought him had a gray thread hanging above his head - that was the account.Half a burnt old account book was hot in his arms, and he read it out for him word for word: You owe me a life, you owe me sixty years of life, and you owe my mother an explanation.It is natural to pay back debts; failure to repay debts is inevitable.From then on, Lin Du carried half a volume of account books and went all the way from Yunmeng City to Qingyang Sect, Sanzhou, and Tianxia - what he was asking for was not money, but life.Wherever he collected debts, the monks knelt to pay off debts; wherever he passed by, the pages of the account books were turned.But on the last page of the account book, there is always a line of blood written: I still owe you a hundred years, the creditor: you.——Lin Du, who should take your own life?