I became a saint with idle books

“Incubation… Incubating gourd? Chen Luo opened his mouth wide and looked at the Immortal Hu Old Ancestor. Song Qizhi’s eyes flashed blue, and several trigram shadows flashed in his pupils. Then he asked with a puzzled face: “Old gourd, I see that these little gourds have already opened their spiritual intelligence, which is enough to turn into a demon…”

Xianhu Old Ancestor sighed and nodded.

“Little Yongzi, you are right, these seven little dolls have indeed opened their spiritual intelligence, but you also know that birds and beasts become demons and my flowers and trees become demons are completely different. ”

“There is no doubt that the beasts and the human race are all right, spirit, qi, and god. ”

“And my flower and wood genus is born without the god genus, only essence and qi. ”

“In this way, even if I become a demon, I can only maintain the body of Huamu and cannot transform into shape. ”

“When the master of the old body was given to the god of the old body with the rhyme of the Tao, the old body could be transformed. ”

Saying that, the ancestor of Xianhu lifted the vine 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 old ancestor of Xianhu looked at Song Qizhi: “Little Yongzi, you try to see the enlightenment of your Confucianism?” ”

Song Qizhi frowned, walked to the seven small gourds, and opened his mouth to say a classic of Confucian enlightenment, a gentle breeze rose out of thin air, entangled the seven small gourds, and the scriptures that Song Qizhi had only spoken kept whispering in the wind.

Only at this time, I saw the seven small gourds swaying, colliding with each other, and occasionally there was a crisp sound inside.

“Don’t listen, don’t listen, Wang Ba chanting…”

“Mutter, what do you say? ”

“Ahhh… 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 hypnosis again? ”

Song Qizhi’s face turned dark.

I think that he is dignified and in a good mood, has crossed the existence of the six mountains and seas, and is also regarded as the top figure in the whole world, if he opens a banquet to preach the scriptures, I don’t know how many mountain spirits and earth monsters will fight for a seat to listen to the lecture, these seven little gourds actually dislike…

Decaying wood cannot be carved either!

If it weren’t for the Immortal Hun Old Ancestor holding it, he would have to make all these seven little gourds into ornaments!

Old Ancestor Xianhu smiled bitterly, arched his hand to express his apologies to Song Qizhi, and looked at Chen Luo again: “That’s it… The old man had looked for Confucian Daru and Daomen Daojun, and even pulled down his face and went to the West to meet the Buddha and Bodhisattva. But these seven little guys…”

“Neither Buddha, nor Taoism, nor Confucianism, they will not listen. ”

“But if you can’t listen to these heavenly mantras, there is no way to condense the charm and get rid of the shape of grass and trees. ”

“It’s really sad about the old body. ”

Chen Luo listened to the words of the Immortal Hu Old Ancestor, and his heart was clear.

Isn’t this the fact that parents spend a lot of money to hire professor-level tutors, but the children can’t listen to a word?

Usually the mother is kind and filial, and tutors the chicken flying dog jump!

“Chen Xiaoyou’s path of cultivation is self-contained, and the old body just wants to give it a try. Regardless of success or failure, the old body will have a thank you gift. I also ask Chen Xiaoyou not to shirk. ”

The Immortal Hun Old Ancestor made a wave again, and Chen Luo nodded and took the gourd vine.

“Mother-in-law, ask more. ”

“These little gourds, do you have a grandfather? ”

……

Shouyang Mountain. White Jade Palace.

Qingwei Great Heavenly Master held a messenger jade in his hand, and his brows frowned slightly. Above the Taoist temple stands a green grass, hanging down humanely, gently rubbing its clear brows, exuding a fresh fragrance.

Qing smiled faintly and changed his voice: “Tongzi!” ”

A crane flew into the palace, turned into an eight- or nine-year-old Taoist boy, and paid homage: “Yes.” ”

“Mother-in-law Jin Toad sent a letter saying that there was a change in the forbidden area of Fuyun Mountain, and sent a message to ask the two Daojuns of Tianling and Ziluo to take a look. Don’t let things run out over there. ”

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

……

The carriage creaked along the way out of town.

Chen Luo finally decided to go to Sanxizhuang to live for two days.

It is not to hide from the invitation of those princes and nobles, or to find a peaceful pastoral environment for the little gourd.

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

……

In the dream flower forest.

“Spirit of Dreams! Chen Luo opened his mouth and shouted, and a moment later, the trees of the entire flower forest shook slightly, and a gust of wind blew up, and the leaves formed a human shape.

“Master, what called me? ”

“I ask you, what if I remember the story from the previous world and tell it directly? Chen Luo asked directly.

The leaf figure was silent for a moment, and spoke——

“The master must understand that all the books in the dream flower forest are in the master’s mind, but they are only obscured by the heavenly path. If the owner tells a similar story fragment, then the whole story in the dream flower forest will no longer exist. ”

In other words, the owner could not get this story from the dream flower forest. ”

Chen Luo nodded, he understood this explanation, for example, in “Water Margin” he told people about the bridge of “Wusong fighting tigers”, then the entire “Water Margin” will disappear in the dream flower forest.

“Secondly, the new stories told by the Lord will not condense the spirit of the book, and if the spirit of literature is not enough, it cannot be written in elegant script. ”

“Third, dictating the story that does not exist in this world not only consumes luck, but also requires the assistance of red dust. ”

After Chen Luo listened, his face was a little heavy, this rule really blocked all the openings.

“Okay, got it. ”

Chen Luo waved his hand and woke up from the dream flower forest…

……

Chen Luo opened his eyes again and looked at the colorful gourd in his hand. The seven little gourds are only about the size of the palm of your hand, and they look very cute.

“If it weren’t for the heavy gift given by the Immortal Hun Old Ancestor, I wouldn’t have bothered to do this transaction…” thought Chen Luo.

That Immortal Hun Old Ancestor did give a heavy gift, saying that as long as the seven small gourds were successfully transformed, the gourds under his account would be divided into one percent for him.

That’s 10% of Hutong’s shares.

Not to mention the benefits, let’s say that the Prime Minister made a lot of promises to the Xianhu Old Ancestor in order to have more quotas for transporting supplies this time.

This business, do it!

“You guys must be obedient, after listening to my story, come out to me to save grandpa…”

Chen Luo whispered, reaching out and touching the small gourd.

“Bastard, get your dirty hands away! ”

“Oops, I was touched, I’m not clean! ”

“Tell your mother-in-law, kill him! ”

“Do you want to coil us? Think beautiful! ”

“Little gourd swears not to be a slave! ”

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Chen Luo: (╬ ̄皿 ̄)

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

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By the time I arrived at Sankeizhuang, it was already dark.

Chen Luo carried the gourd vine and walked into the courtyard. Zhuang Ding, who got the news, and the little newspaper boys all stood at the door to greet them.

Looking at the clean and smiling faces, Chen Luo was overjoyed in his heart and casually handed over the gourd vine to Ji Zhong.

“Xiao Ji, go get a shelf in the yard to put the gourd on the vine. Then he looked at the many newsboys with a smile on his face, “Go, today Uncle will tell you a story.” ”

“Uncle, what is the story? Is “Smiling Rivers and Lakes” like that? A little girl asked timidly.

Chen Luo touched the little girl’s head: “Teach you another song…”

“What song? ”

“Ding-dong, Hulu baby…”