I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

The bustling Zhongjing City has never been so quiet.

This sudden news made everyone unbelievable.

Even those who were busy with their work and had no time to pay attention to Lin Huanglei could hear the voice of the formation phantom that can be seen everywhere.

The coolies unloaded their heavy loads, and the street vendors stopped in a hurry;

The businessman stopped shouting, and the craftsmen stopped their work;

A woman holds a child in her arms, her eyes full of hope;

A desolate man clenched his fists, his eyes filled with tears;

Lying on the ground in the street style, unaware of the boulder on the chest;

The ragged beggar is nestled by the wall, and the food in his hands is suddenly unsavory;

The young children stopped fighting, the old woman stopped chattering;

The breeze blew through the leaves, and the rustling sound became the only sound in Zhongjing.

In this piece of silence, there is a kind of strength gathering.

This kind of power makes people always excited, always smiling, and always moving forward.

This power is called——

hope!

...

Dongque Square.

Be it the monsters, dignitaries, or Confucians present, all looked at Chen Luo with burning eyes.

The prime minister narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking at the moment; the prime minister looked at Chen Luo seriously for the first time, with a gleam of interest in his eyes.

On the high platform, Ye Heng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Finally, the Ninth Five-Year Supreme of the Daxuan Dynasty broke the silence.

"Chen Aiqing, are you saying that you can let ordinary people also embark on the path of cultivation?"

Chen Luo stretched out his hand, and a wave of red dust condensed in his hand.

The cloud of red dust flickered with colorful colors, and it was extremely bright, like a ball of fire, attracting everyone's attention.

"Happiness, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, shock, the seven human emotions."

"The world is full of states, the world is hot and cold, all in the seven emotions."

"This colorful air, I call it the air of the world of mortals."

"Understanding the seven emotions in the book, entering the world of mortals in Rivers and Lakes."

"Everyone in the world can follow this path!"

"Before today, Confucian scholars, Taoists, monks..."

"After today, there will be one more person on the road of practice."

"Warfu!"

...

"Mother..." At the door of Yuewei Thatched Cottage, a woman in her thirties was holding a five or six-year-old child by the hand, staring blankly at the image in the sky.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, she brought her child to pay homage to Mr.

Zhao Yangshi is a widow. A few years ago, her husband went to the north with a classmate. Three months later, her husband's classmate broke a leg and brought her back a tattered Confucian robe that was full of blood.

Zhao Yangshi knew that robe, it was sewn stitch by stitch by her husband before he left.

That classmate's leg was broken just to snatch back the robe.

"The corpse hasn't been taken back, so at least we set up a tomb and a place to worship." After the classmate with the broken leg said this, he embarked on the road to the north again. Since then, she has never seen him again.

After Zhao Yang dug the grave, he put half of the bloody Confucian robe in it, and lay down in the grave himself.

She doesn't want to get up, like dying like this.

However, she found out that she was pregnant!

She wants to live!

He worked so hard to give birth to the child and brought him up to his current age.

Zhao Yang doesn't want his own child to be mediocre, but he is also worried that the child will follow his father's path.

But I didn't expect that the child was so talented that the little man secretly learned Yawen by himself.

Much like my father.

Crying secretly at home all night, the next day Zhao Yang took her own child to find the enlightenment mentor of her former husband.

But after some tests, the child did not awaken the Talent who read through.

Zhao Yang felt both relaxed and heartbroken.

Just as she was walking out of the thatched cottage, she heard Chen Luo's words radiating through the magic circle.

"Mother..." The child shook Zhao Yangshi's hand. He could see that his mother was unhappy, and wanted to make her happy, so he stretched out his hand, "Look, I have it too!"

After finishing speaking, a wisp of colorful energy the size of bean sprouts condensed on the child's palm, flickering and swaying.

"You... how come you have this colorful energy?" Zhao Yangshi was startled, squatted down, and asked.

Seeing Zhao Yang's reaction so much, the child was startled, and said, "Grandpa Li next door has a lot of newspapers, he showed them to me..."

"You can understand?"

The child shook his head: "I don't understand. Grandpa Li told me that a group of people robbed a treasure, and then they were fighting. I was happy when I saw the good guys win, but I felt sad when I saw the bad guys win. I think Look at it, there is this thing."

Looking at the nervous child, Zhao Yang suddenly laughed, and then cried again with a smile. She hugged the child tightly in her arms and exhausted all her strength, as if she could keep him from leaving Own's side.

The child was uncomfortable being held, and without shouting, he patted the child's back lightly: "Mother, don't cry. Can I practice now? From now on, I can kill barbarians and protect mother just like my father Kiss..."

Zhao Yangshi cried even louder when she heard the words, and could not stop muttering: "My son...my son..."

...

"I have it! I have it!" A drunk with the appearance of a down-and-out literati rushed out of the wine shop, and the seven-colored energy the size of a mung bean condensed on his palm.

"If it hadn't been for Wan Amber's reminder, I haven't noticed the mortal energy in my body yet!" The drunk looked up to the sky and laughed, "I can practice now! I can practice now—" he yelled, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

Almost at the same time, the same voice resounded everywhere in Zhongjing City, like thunder one by one.

"I have that too!"

"I have that too!"

"It's so weak, I didn't even notice it!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Wan Amber has just written a book and it's not finished yet. You just read it once, so it's naturally weak."

"Hahahaha, I'm a warrior!"

"I'm a warrior too!"

"Warfu! Wufu!"

...

Even in the Dongque school grounds, everyone could hear roars of surprise coming from all directions.

Excitement appeared on the faces of some great Confucians. They were not worried that Martial Dao would take away the students of Confucianism and Taoism, because those who really awakened to read Talent must first choose Confucianism and Taoism.

After all, Confucianism and Taoism can become holy.

And they also read Chen Luo's books, unlike Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures which are another system, they are also full of culture.

This is equivalent to the cousin of Confucianism and Taoism.

They checked a little and found that there was a trace of red dust in their bodies. The mortal energy can be compatible with Haoran's righteousness, which further illustrates this point.

What they think more is that if everyone can practice Martial Dao, even if Chen Luo only drives Martial Dao for three thousand miles, and he can cultivate to a level comparable to that of poetry, then the wealth of the human race will be doubled!

For a moment, all the Confucian scholars were full of righteousness and looked at the demon mission.

As long as they show any signs of doing something, they will be shot and killed.

The current Chen Luo is much more important than a demon mission.

Give it a try!

The Yaozu delegation, who clearly sensed the tense change, seemed to feel that the Confucian seat in front of them had turned into Wanren Mountain in the north, and immediately took the initiative to restrain the Monster Qi all over them, for fear of causing misunderstandings.

With trembling hands, the old historian reached out to grab it. The space in front of him was suddenly distorted. The historian plunged his hand into the void and took out a bamboo slip from it.

He spread out the bamboo slips, pulled out the brush that fixed the crown from his head, turned the ink into ink, and wrote on the bamboo slips——

"In the forty-sixth year of Zhenghe in the Daxuan calendar, autumn, the fifth day of October. Daxuan Wan'anbo Chen Luo fought with the demon clan, and the four songs were written on the spring, summer, autumn and winter. He thought he was a banished immortal. From time to time, there was a heart-killing disciple, the Lu family, who ignored righteousness and threatened Wan'anbo. Wan'anbo's true words, the emperor, spread the word to the world, and opened the fourth way of cultivation for the human race, saying: "Wu!"

"This record should be the beginning of Martial Dao!"

"Sima's lineage is injected with weeping blood, and it will not be changed forever!"

After finishing speaking, the Confucian Sima hammered his chest, spewed out a mouthful of the blood of the historian's mantra, which was bred with great righteousness, and spat it on the bamboo slip. The blood on the bamboo slip flickered, and then slowly sank into the void.

Lu Dazhi in the crowd suddenly became dizzy, and felt that the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body was about to leave him, and he emitted a disgusting smell all over his body. He suddenly yelled "I was wrong" and passed out on the ground, not knowing what happened to him.

This is the great scholar of history who used the power of Sima Bansheng to nail him to the pillar of shame in the history books.

Historian's supernatural powers and stinking legacy!

...

On the high jade platform, Song Tuizhi and Wen Sheng fell from mid-air, and they lined up behind Chen Luo, left and right, like guards. The eyes of the two people passed through the teleportation circle, as if through the endless void, they met countless gazes.

They are telling everyone that behind Chen Luo stands Wenchang Pavilion and the bamboo forest!

Chen Luo looked at Bai Qingqing who was standing aside and did not dare to make any moves, and smiled faintly: "Master Qingqing, let's go down, it's time for martial arts..."

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