I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Dongcang City, "Yujia Diary".

On the first day of February, watch a play.

On the second day of February, when I listened to the full version of "The Legend of Condor Heroes", I was so mad that I wanted to kill Chen Luo.

On the third day of February, "Romance of the West Chamber" was published for the third time, and I love the matchmaker to death.

On the fourth day of February, Yujia, Yujia, what are you doing? You have a heavy responsibility, how can you indulge in Dongcang City? Leave at dawn tomorrow!

On the fifth day of February, listen to books.

On the sixth day of February, listen to books.

On the seventh day of February, listen to books.

The eighth day of February, ah! what! what! I'm going to Luo Hongnu's autograph today! !

On the ninth day of February, Yujia! Have you forgotten your mission! Leave, must leave immediately!

On the tenth day of February, I learned how to make Yuren Crisp today, I am so good...ah! Yujia, you are crazy!

On February 11th, I finally escaped from Dongcang City, Chen Luo, here I come.

February 12th, damn it, why is there a theater troupe in Leya City?

On February 13th, I finally found out that Chen Luo went to Qingning City! Chen Luo, I'm coming to kill you!

...

On a sunny day, a carriage was driving on the official road.

On the roof of the carriage, with a weed in his mouth, Chen Luo silently looked in the direction of the blue sea.

Seven days have passed since Yun Siyao followed Fubo Longhou east to Yuanhai, and Chen Luo and others returned west to Daxuan.

On the seventh day when my senior sister was away, I missed her.

He could no longer see the rough sea, nor could he hear the voice of Yun Siyao's concerned "little brother".

Xie Sansheng also left two days ago, but left a wooden bell behind before leaving, claiming that in the future, he would worry about his needs and crush the bell, and he would come to help no matter how high the mountain was or how far the road was.

It is not only because of the friendship of fighting side by side, but also because of the incense of ancient Buddhism.

But I also said, don't mess around if there is nothing wrong. During this trip to find Sumeru, Xie Sansheng broke two Cultivation Bases with golden threads, and lost a head of hair, but luckily nothing changed. He has to go back and make up for it.

For a time, only Chen Luo, Lang Feixian, Jin Guagua and Mastiff Lingling were left on this trip.

Hey, life is lonely...

"That laugh reminds me of that,"

"My flowers,"

"In every corner of my life,"

"Keep it open for me..."

Chen Luo gently hummed the melody in his memory, and the atmosphere was a little melancholy.

"Googoogoo..." Beside Chen Luo, a small pocket teapot on a small tea table was steaming, and Jin Guagua made a cup of tea for him, and took a sip.

"Quack......

"Gah... (Old Chen, cheer up.)"

"Quack, quack... (Sister Yun went back to practice, she didn't run off with another man...)"

Chen Luo glanced at Jin Gua Gua, spit out lightly, the weeds in his mouth shot at Jin Gua Gua, the Monster Qi on Jin Gua Gua shook, and the weeds were blown away.

Chen Luo stretched his waist: "I'm fine."

Of course Chen Luo is fine, two lives, how can a small separation be unacceptable, but this is the time when the love is strong, and it is inevitable that there will be some sorrowful feelings.

"Gah?" Jin Guagua looked disbelieving, "Gah! (You've been sitting on the roof for five days!)"

"I was controlling Fangcun Mountain!" Chen Luo explained.

This sentence is not a lie, Chen Luo is very clear that if he wants to take Yun Siyao back as soon as possible, he needs enough strength, and his strength growth comes from writing books.

In the past, because of the limitation of primordial energy, the speed of writing books has been slowed down a lot, but now that Fang Cunshan is in hand, and Fangcunshan's First Stage magical function is to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, Essence of the Sun and Moon, thus turning into primordial energy, It just made up for the needs of Chen Luo's First Stage.

After so many years of breeding, Fangcun Mountain still retains some primordial aura, but those that are used are less, so finding a place to plant the mountain as soon as possible is the most important thing.

According to Chen Luo's idea, the most ideal land for planting mountains should be Dayeling in Dongcang City. After all, he is based in Dongcang, which is his base camp.

However, if Dongcang City is close to Mantian, it will affect Chen Luo, who is not sure.

Or ask the teacher to decide.

As for the Yaozu Bodhi land suggested by the mountain monk, Chen Luo still decided to give up. After all, there are too many uncontrollable factors in the land of the demon clan, so it is not a good choice for him.

Chen Luo yawned again. To be honest, he has always been a little sleepy these two days. Maybe it was a little exhausting to control the position, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Chen Luo lay down on the roof of the car: "I'll rest for a while."

...

Western Regions.

In the same small sandalwood courtyard, Fang Zhigu also yawned, looked at the white-clothed monk in front of him, and said helplessly, "Chun Ri is just sleeping, and Bodhisattva wants to sleep with me?"

The white-clothed monk was not in a hurry or annoyed, and said calmly: "If you want, why not give me alms in the flesh?"

Fang Zhigu couldn't help laughing, the sleepiness on his face disappeared instantly, and he sat upright: "Bodhisattva was joking."

The monk in white didn't change his face, and continued: "Several days have passed, and Chen Luo's matter has not been resolved. Recently, the Buddhist avenue has been trembling, and many disciples have reported that their practice has slowed down."

"Confucianism and Taoism jointly concealed Martial Dao, but the master still deduced that this change came from Chen Luo."

"Today, I want to know what my brother's plan is."

"Ultimate move, where is it?"

Fang Zhigu smiled lightly, and was able to force this Bodhisattva to speak so much, it seems that the person behind him put a lot of pressure on him. Fang Zhigu looked up at the sky, pinched his fingers for a moment, and said, "Well, it's almost time, so it's okay to tell Bodhisattva."

"Bodhisattva wants to know where is the ultimate move?"

Fang Zhigu raised his hand and wrote a word on the ground. The monk in white stared at the word.

That word is a "barbaric" word!

The monk in white looked at Fang Zhigu, obviously waiting for Fang Zhigu to elaborate, but Fang Zhigu did not agree with him, but talked about a topic that seemed to have nothing to do with this matter: "Bodhisattva remembers Martial God?"

The monk in white nodded: "Martial God Ye Longche, I know."

Fang Zhigu asked again: "Does Bodhisattva know how Martial God died?"

Hearing this, the white-clothed monk thought for a while: "It is said that he was killed by a curse from the barbarians."

"The barbarians have a secret technique called a curse. It can only be cast once every ten years." Fang Zhigu slowly explained, "If a hundred people from the barbarian tribe sacrifice to the barbarian sky, in exchange for a point of strength, cross the sky, and then reduce 90%. Divide forces to attack and kill the target."

"The power of choosing one out of a hundred." The monk in white frowned slightly, "And the target does not necessarily have to die."

Fang Zhigu nodded: "Yes, it's too bad. So the number of times the barbarians used it can be counted on the fingers."

"According to the information I have, Jia Yi, a great Confucian in the previous dynasty, died under this spell. However, correspondingly, the barbarians sacrificed two barbarian gods, four barbarian emperors, and seven barbarian kings. No one dares to say it’s worthless.”

"The second time it was used was against the great Black Tortoise Emperor. It was claimed that three barbarian gods and one barbarian sacrifice were sacrificed, but as far as I know, the real loss should be six barbarian gods, four barbarian priests, and nine nobles. The Great Barbarian King whom the Conferred Gods wished for, and the sixteen Great Barbarian Kings."

"Even so, if Daxuan's power minister at the time, Huo Qinglin, hadn't shifted Zhongjing's luck for a quarter of an hour, the curse kill might still have failed."

The monk in white nodded slightly: "Are you going to instigate the barbarians to curse Chen Luo?"

"Don't provoke." Fang Zhigu said with a smile, "The barbarians have tower bones, so they will definitely persuade the Mantian Temple to use the method of curse killing. After all, Chen Luo's current cultivation base is still weak, and they don't think it is necessary to use the barbarians. Maybe if we send out a barbarian emperor and a few more barbarian kings, we will be able to succeed."

"Then what is your method?" the monk in white asked.

Fang Zhigu said indifferently: "I will give them another second rank Bodhisattva. I don't care about the power, but use the Buddhist avenue to deceive Heavenly Dao. The power of one out of a hundred becomes five out of a hundred, or even ten out of a hundred."

"Enough to kill this son."

The monk in white breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words: "A first rank, plus a few second ranks, is worthy of Chen Luo's title of master of Martial Dao."

"The ostentation of death is not small."

Fang Zhigu nodded in agreement: "He is not a disciple of Confucianism or Taoism, so he can't mobilize the power of Dao. And Martial Dao is only six thousand miles away, so he can't resist at all. I'm sure, he must die!"

The monk in white put his palms together: "What Brother Fang said is absolutely true."

...

At the same time, under the wild sky, the Golden Tent City.

On the high throne, a mighty barbarian looked at the book in his hand. He read it very slowly, turning the pages one by one. The tower bone stood below, lowered his head humbly, and waited patiently.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the barbarian on the throne finally finished reading the last page and shouted softly, "Tower bone!"

The tower bone saluted quickly: "Khan Tian, ​​your most loyal subordinate tower bone is waiting for your inquiry."

"Take it easy, Tagu." Na Hantian said gently, "What do you think of this Chen Luo?"

As he spoke, he put the book in his hand aside, only to see four large characters written on the title: "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"!

"Huihantian, my subordinates think that the tenth place in the blood list is too low."

"At least make it into the top five!"

Khan Tian on the throne nodded slightly: "What did the Buddhist Bodhisattva say?"

"Spontaneous combustion of Samsara, using the true meaning of Samsara to envelop the curse-killing technique, as long as the spell is cast fast enough, you can enter the sky without loss."

"Buddhism is also in a hurry!" Hantian smiled lightly, "What is the regulation of Mantian Palace?"

"One barbarian emperor, six great barbarian kings, and ten barbarian kings." Tagu replied, "Now let the Buddhist Bodhisattva open the way, it should be no problem."

"They are all warriors of my barbarian clan." Khan Tian sighed, "Go to the Moon Clan yourself and bring back their barbarian emperor."

"Lamia said that she sent an assassin, but obviously, that assassin was unsuccessful. In this case, they should also sacrifice something."

The tower bone saluted: "Yes."

Khan Tian waved his hand: "Go."

Ta Gu led the order to leave the Golden Tent Palace, while Han Tian turned his eyes to the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" which was placed aside.

"I am a barbarian, why can't I give birth to such a genius?" Hantian sighed softly, "Two barbarian emperors, are they enough?"

After the words fell, "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" produced a flame out of thin air, and was burned to ashes in an instant...

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