Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"Ha... hatching a gourd?" Chen Luo opened his mouth wide and looked at the ancestor of the fairy gourd. Song Tuizhi's eyes flickered with blue light, and several hexagram phantoms flashed in his pupils. Then he asked suspiciously: "Old gourd, I think these little gourds have already activated their intelligence, enough to turn demons..."

Ancestor Xian Gourd sighed and nodded.

"Little Yongzi, you're right, these seven little dolls have indeed turned on their intelligence, but you also know that the transformation of birds and beasts into monsters is completely different from the transformation of my flowers, plants and trees into monsters."

"There is no doubt that the birds, beasts and the human race are complete with essence, qi, and spirit."

"And I belong to the genus of flowers and trees. I was born without the genus of gods, and I only have essence and qi."

"In this way, even if my Huamu becomes a demon, I can only maintain Huamu's body and cannot change shape."

"The owner of the old body back then gave the **** of the old body with Dao rhyme, and the old body was transformed."

Saying that, Patriarch Xianglu raised the vines in his hand again, and looked at the seven little gourds with a headache: "These seven little guys have long been enlightened, but..."

Saying that, the ancestor of Xianhu looked at Song Tuizhi: "Little Yongzi, can you try to see the enlightenment of your Confucianism?"

Song Tuizhi frowned, walked to the seven small gourds, and said a classic of Confucian enlightenment. A gentle breeze rose out of nowhere and wrapped around the seven small gourds. Song Tuizhi said in the wind. The scriptures that came out kept whispering.

Only at this moment, I saw the seven little gourds swaying and colliding with each other, and occasionally a crisp sound came from inside.

"Don't listen, don't listen, the **** recites the scriptures..."

"Mumbling, what are you saying?"

"Ah...I don't want to go to class...Mother-in-law, I don't want to go to class—"

"I'm so sleepy... Is this coming to hypnotize again?"

Song Tuizhi's face darkened.

I think that he is a dignified scholar in a state of mind. He has surpassed the existence of six layers of mountains and seas. He is also considered to be the top person in the world. If he lectures on scriptures, I don’t know how many mountain spirits and monsters will fight to the death for a seat to listen to the lecture. These seven little gourds actually despise...

Dead wood cannot be carved!

If it wasn't for the ancestor of the fairy gourds, he would have to make all the seven small gourds into ornaments!

The ancestor of Xianhu gave a wry smile, cupped his hands to express his apology to Song Tuizhi, and then looked at Chen Luo: "That's it... I have looked for Confucian scholars, Daomen and Daojun, and even lowered my face to meet in the west. See the Buddhist Bodhisattva. But these seven little guys..."

"Regardless of Buddhism, Taoism, or Confucianism, none of them will listen to them."

"But if you can't listen to these heavenly mantras, you can't condense the charm and get rid of the shape of grass and trees."

"It really makes me sad."

When Chen Luo heard the words of the ancestor of Xianhu, he understood.

Isn't this the fact that the parents paid a lot of money to hire a professor-level tutor, but the child couldn't hear a word?

Usually, the mother is kind and filial, and she guides chickens and dogs to jump!

"Chen Xiaoyou's cultivation path is self-contained, and I just want to give it a try. Regardless of success or failure, I will give you a thank you gift. Please don't refuse Chen Xiaoyou."

The ancestor of Xianglu gave a bow again, Chen Luo nodded and took the gourd vine.

"Mother-in-law, please ask one more question."

"These little gourds, do you have a grandfather?"

……

Shouyang Mountain. White Jade Palace.

The Great Celestial Master of Qingwei held a letter-passing jade slip in his hand, and frowned slightly. A green grass stands on the top of the crown, hangs down humanely, lightly rubs the delicate brow, and exudes a fresh aroma.

Qing Qing smiled lightly and changed her voice: "Boy!"

A crane flew into the palace, turned into an eight or nine-year-old Taoist boy, and bowed to pay homage: "Yes."

"Grandma Jin Chan wrote to say that there is a change in the restricted area of ​​Fuyun Mountain, and sent a letter to let the two Taoists Tianling and Ziluo take a look. Don't let the things over there run out."

"Yes!" The white crane boy took the order, turned and turned into a white crane again, and flew out of the White Cloud Palace.

……

The squeaky carriage was walking on the way out of the city.

Chen Luo finally decided to stay at Sanxi Village for two days.

It's not to avoid the invitations of the princes and nobles, but to find a quiet rural environment for the little gourd.

Chen Luo leaned on the carriage and fell into a dream...

……

In the dreamland of flowers.

"Spirit of a dream!" Chen Luo shouted, and after a while, the trees in the entire flower forest swayed slightly, a gust of wind blew, and the leaves formed a human shape.

"Master, why are you calling me?"

"I ask you, what if I remembered the story in the previous world and told it directly?" Chen Luo asked directly.

The leaf figure was silent for a moment, then opened his mouth and said—

"Master, you must understand that all the books in the dream flower forest are in the master's mind, but they are only covered by heaven. If the master tells a similar story fragment, the whole story in the dream flower forest will no longer exist. ."

"That is to say, the master cannot get this story from the Dreamland Flower Forest."

Chen Luo nodded. He understood this explanation. For example, if he told people about the episode "Wusong fights a tiger", the entire "Water Margin" would disappear in the dreamland of flowers.

"Secondly, the new story told by the master will not condense the spirit of calligraphy. If the spirit of Wenhua is not enough, it cannot be written in Yawen."

"Thirdly, dictating stories that do not exist in this world not only consumes air, but also requires red dust to assist."

After Chen Luo heard this, his face became a little heavy. This rule really blocked all the openings.

"Okay, I got it."

Chen Luo waved his hand and woke up from the dreamland of flowers...

……

Chen Luo opened his eyes again and looked at the colorful gourd in his hand. The seven small gourds were only about the size of a palm, and they looked exquisite and lovely.

"I wouldn't be too lazy to do this business if it wasn't for the gift from the ancestor of the fairy gourd..." Chen Luo thought to himself~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The ancestor of the fairy gourd did give a great gift, saying that only seven small gourds were needed. After successful transformation, 10% of the gourd demons under his account were given to him.

That's 10% of the shares of Hutong Company.

Not to mention the interests, it is said that the Minister of War made a lot of promises to the ancestor of the fairy gourd in order to increase the quota for transporting supplies this time.

This business can be done!

"You guys have to be obedient. After listening to my story, come out and save Grandpa for me..."

Chen Luo said in a low voice, reached out and touched the small gourd.

"Bastard, get your dirty hands off!"

"Oh, I was touched, I'm not clean!"

"Tell mother-in-law to kill him!"

"Do you want to beat us? Think beautifully!"

"Little Gourd swears not to be a slave!"

……

Chen Luo: (╬￣Dish￣)

Chen Luo: Otherwise, discuss it with the fourth senior brothers and make them into ornaments!

……

When we arrived at Sanxi Village, it was already dark.

Chen Luo carried the gourd vine and walked into the yard. Zhuang Ding, who got the news, and the little newsboys all stood at the door to greet him.

Looking at the clean smiling faces, Chen Luo was overjoyed and handed the gourd vine to Ji Zhong.

"Xiao Ji, go to the yard to get a shelf and put the gourd and rattan on it." Then he looked at the many newsboys with a smile on his face, "Let's go, my uncle will tell you a story today."

"Uncle, what's the story? Is it the "Swordsman"?" A little girl asked timidly.

Chen Luo touched the little girl's head: "I'll teach you another song..."

"What song is it?"

"Ding dong dong dong dang, gourd baby..."

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