I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"But... what is this?"

Chen Luo stretched out a finger, and with a slight movement of his mind, a wisp of mist-like, shimmering colorful gas escaped from Chen Luo's fingertips, wrapping around Chen Luo's fingers like a smoke snake.

When he wrote nearly 50,000 words, Chen Luo found that there was a colorful mist the size of soybeans in his body. After feeling it carefully, he realized that every time he finished writing a word of "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes", there would be a trace of mist. Insignificant mist is generated inside the body.

Now almost a third of the book has been completed, and the mist the size of soybeans has also condensed into the size of a finger.

"Is this Qi?" Chen Luo was a little puzzled. As far as he knew, "Qi" is the foundation of practice in this world, which needs to be obtained through chanting scriptures, so there are only three kinds of Qi in the world.

The cyan aura is the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism.

Purple Qi is the Innate source Qi of Taoism.

The golden air is the true meaning of Samsara in Buddhism.

In addition to these three kinds of qi, there is also the saying of "half way qi", which refers to the luck of the dynasty, and the color is distinguished by the five virtues of the dynasty. For example, the Daxuan Dynasty belongs to Jinde, and the corresponding color is white.

Apart from this, there is no other "qi" in the world.

"Young Master, Young Master..." Xiaohuan rushed into the study suddenly, scaring Chen Luo's colorful mist into his body quickly.

"What's wrong?"

"Outside... there is someone outside, who died in front of our house." Xiaohuan pointed to the direction outside the door with one hand, and pressed Own's chest with the other, panting.

"Go and see..." Chen Luo got up and walked outside. When Chen Xuan and Chen Ping left in the morning, they took all the people in the mansion out of the city, and the servants hadn't had time to call back, so at this time there were only Chen Luo and Xiaohuan in the city mansion. This kind of thing can only be handled by him.

"Miss's face powder is used up, I wanted to buy some new ones, but when I opened the door, I saw him lying in front of our house, which scared me to death." When he came to the door, Xiaohuan pointed to a Guardian Stone in front of the door. Lions, Chen Luo really saw a person leaning against the Guardian Stone Lions, with his head drooping, looking lifeless. Naturally, there were many spectators around.

Chen Luo approached the other party slowly, Xiaohuan grabbed Chen Luo's sleeve from behind, and whispered: "Young Master, let's report to the police. You are just awake, what if his ghost bumps into you again? "

Chen Luo felt warm in his heart. This little maid looked carefree. She didn't expect that she still cared about herself. As expected, she followed her master and was about to give Xiaohuan a bright smile to express her gratitude when she heard Xiaohuan say: "You It doesn't matter if you get hit, but I'm the only one in the house, I'm afraid..."

Sure enough, it was the Xiaohuan I knew!

Chen Luo ignored Xiaohuan and walked up to the man. To be honest, with Zhong Kui protecting him, he is really not afraid of little ghosts now.

Chen Luo looked at the other party carefully, his face was dirty, he looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as himself, he was a boy, holding a broken sword in his hand, his ragged coat exposed a body full of scars.

"Poor man..."

Chen Luo stretched out his hand to check the other person's breath, and sure enough he couldn't feel breathing, and then touched the other person's pulse, but he couldn't feel the beating of the pulse.

"Totally dead..." Chen Luo sighed, stood up, and was about to call Xiaohuan to hire a passer-by to report to the police, when he heard a strange voice from the corpse on the ground——

"Goo..."

Chen Luo froze for a moment, squatted down quickly, and said softly: "High-end ingredients often only need the simplest cooking method."

"The skin of the steamed dumplings filled with soup is thin, and even translucent. Open your mouth and take a bite, and the delicious juice inside will flow into your mouth. When you bite into the juicy meat balls, it is neither fat nor greasy, and the mouth is smooth..."

"Goo..."

"Liangshan small pork is roasted with skin on. The tender and thick skin is the essence of small pork. It is best when it is roasted to a golden color. Large pieces of lean meat are served with chili, soybeans, and sesame. Not to mention how fragrant it is..."

"Hiss..." Xiaohuan, who was standing aside, sucked in her saliva. Although she didn't know what the soup-filled steamed buns and Liangshan pork were that Young Master was talking about, the words matched Young Master's strange tone, and Xiaohuan Still drooling unconsciously.

Almost at the same time, the "terribly dead" corpse suddenly raised its hand, grabbed Chen Luo's sleeve, and said weakly: "Two paragraphs more..."

"Xiaohuan, go get a bowl of porridge!" Chen Luo ordered, Xiaohuan froze for a moment, and hurried into Chen's house. After a while, Xiaohuan ran out holding a bowl and handed it to Chen Luo: "Young Master, it is It's a bit cold!"

"It's okay!" Chen Luo took the small bowl and handed it to the other person's mouth, "Can you hear me? I'll feed you some porridge, and you swallow it slowly..."

After finishing speaking, just as Chen Luo was about to feed the porridge into the ragged boy's mouth, a golden light flickered in the boy's mouth, blocking the porridge from the boy's mouth.

"Namo Amitābha..." A Buddha's chant sounded behind Chen Luo, "Don't worry about the little benefactor, he can't eat any food!"

Chen Luo frowned slightly, followed the voice, and saw a monk with a fair face and wearing Kasaya standing not far away, bowing to him with palms together.

"Buddhist disciples!" Chen Luo's heart skipped a beat. This was the first time he had seen a Buddhist sect in this world, and it looked somewhat similar to the Buddhist sect in the world he was familiar with.

"Master, why is this so?" Chen Luo asked sincerely.

The monk's face remained unchanged, and he said: "The poor monk gave him a 'shut-up meditation'. For ten days, he was not allowed to eat a grain of rice or drop any water."

Xiaohuan frowned, and stood up: "You monk, are you killing people? Normal people don't eat or drink for ten days, aren't they going to die, and they won't be afraid of the government arresting you!"

The monk smiled slightly, took out a piece of paper from his bosom, and said: "This benefactor borrowed three hundred taels of silver from the poor monk, and has a bet with the poor monk. If he doesn't eat a grain of rice or drink a drop of water within ten days, if If you can do it, the debt will be cancelled, if you can’t, you have to recognize the poor monk as your teacher, and return to the Western Buddhist realm with the poor monk to be a little novice.”

"If he can't make it through, but refuses to admit defeat to the poor monk, and finally dies of starvation and thirst, he will pay for his own life and owe me nothing."

"Now, the deadline for this loan is still two days away."

Just as Chen Luo was about to speak, Xiaohuan scolded: "You monk, don't lie! This little brother's clothes are torn and he doesn't even have a good sword. You said he asked you for three hundred taels, What about silver?"

Hearing Xiaohuan's words, the onlookers also started discussing and pointing at the monk. The monk was not in a hurry, and said slowly: "There is a pair of brothers in Qiansong County. The big brother raises horses for a rich family. The little brother got on the horse to play, but the horse was frightened, and the little brother fell off the horse. To save the younger brother, the big brother even He shot three arrows and killed the good horse. The rich family asked for three hundred taels of compensation, otherwise they would be escorted to the court. Little Brother was ashamed and put a bid on the side of the road to sell himself, but the price was three hundred taels."

"Three hundred taels. You can buy twenty of a child like him. Naturally, no one will buy him." The monk said flatly, without any emotion. It’s worth more than selling whole.”

"Chop off a finger, ten taels; stab yourself, twenty taels; one ear thirty taels, one eye eighty taels..."

"When the little benefactor broke into the underground gambling house, the Little Brother had lost a pair of ears and one eye, which was pitiful... The person who started the gamble was beaten to death by the little benefactor. But the Little Brother grabbed the little benefactor , Said that the other party hasn't given him the money yet!"

"The little benefactor just borrowed three hundred taels of silver from the poor monk, and gave it to him together with his valuables and clothes."

"Little benefactor is so kind-hearted, it really has a predestined relationship with my Buddhist family..."

"Yuan your sister!" Chen Luo scolded, "I'll pay back the three hundred taels for him, you unlock the spell!"

The monk shook his head slightly: "It's not right, the poor monk doesn't want money, he just wants disciples!"

An angry look appeared on Chen Luo's face, "One thousand taels!"

The monk still shook his head: "Money is like dung to me, as long as he survives ten days, the poor monk will not make things difficult."

"He's going to die soon!"

"The poor monk knows, but he has a bet with the poor monk. If he wins, the three hundred taels will be written off. If he loses, he will either become my disciple or pay with his life!"

As he said that, the monk looked at the young man: "Almsgiver, you just need to nod your head now, and the poor monk will unlock the spell immediately."

The boy awakened by Chen Luo didn't have the strength to turn his head, but opened his mouth slightly——

Pooh!

...

Chen Luo suddenly stopped being angry, looked coldly at the monk, and shouted: "Xiaohuan!"

Xiaohuan hurried to Chen Luo's side, Chen Luo whispered something to Xiaohuan, Xiaohuan was startled for a moment, looked at Chen Luo suspiciously, but turned and ran away.

Chen Luo ignored the monk, walked back to the ragged boy, and patted him on the shoulder: "Hold on a little longer, I can help you..."