I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Everyone knows that "Journey to the West" has been updated again!

The vision on Fangcun Mountain has already been spread all over the sky.

The monster race is still looking forward to the new Heavenly Dao bloodline this time, while on the human race side, Taoist masters suddenly descended from the mountain one after another, spreading clouds and rain, paving roads and bridges.

Don't ask, just want to do something for the common people in the world.

The false Buddha received incense in the Western Regions, and the real Tianzun entered the world to comfort all beings.

For a while, purple rainbows pierced the sky in Daxuan, and white cranes fluttered their wings.

In this regard, Confucianism is silent.

Although it is said that high-level people usually do such things, it is really rare to be dispatched on such a large scale.

According to unknown sources, Daomen's move is to create momentum for the latest chapter of "Journey to the West".

No one believed it before, especially some Confucian scholars who firmly denied this statement. After all, "Journey to the West" has been written so far. Apart from Buddhism and Yaozu, the biggest force is Heaven Court. Although Heaven Court looks like a Taoist school, but In fact, the imperial court structure of Confucianism is indeed true.

What does it have to do with his Taoism!

Everyone is familiar with each other, but you can't rub it hard.

However, this statement was quickly shattered by Taoists who claimed to "in the name of a great virtuous teacher" when accepting the gratitude of the people.

Great virtuous teacher!

At the beginning, no one thought of this title, thinking it was some unborn Daoist from the Taoist sect, until the people returned home and saw the "Zhong Kui Ghost Hunting Picture" hanging on the wall of their home, they all reacted.

Fuck!

I almost forgot, the little virtuous teacher is Wuhou!

That door is really aimed at Marquis Wu.

Everyone knows that the Taoist organization is like a dog in troubled times and a cat in prosperous times.

What happened to make the Taoist sect glow with such indifference?

"Journey to the West"?

Immediately, Xiaoxuan set off the seventh cold wave.

What on earth was written outside that made the Daomen take the initiative to such an extent!

On the other hand, a small or big incident happened in Nanhuang, which attracted some attention to "Journey to the West".

This is, Parasol Tree forest, the forest is closed!

The opposite is to say that Situ Zhonghuang is full of energy and needs to take a good rest.

In this regard, Nan Huang's attitude is: nonsense.

If Situ Zhonghuang's energy is good, is my ancestor demon still alive or not?

Did you hear that when the news came out, the one who laughed the loudest was "Convincing others with virtue, King Qilin"?

However, according to the news that the well-known ancestor demon of the Crane clan had a safe life, Xiaosheng Jianjia suddenly collected a group of men who turned into demons from the southern wilderness and retreated into the Parasol Tree forest.

In one case, they were all men who were good at serving confinement children.

Tut tut.

All the monsters in the Southern Wilderness, what have you seen, what have you played with?

The thinking is very abnormal, and it ends up speeding up.

Judging by the number of recruits, I'm afraid they have to take care of seventy or eighty people.

That's it, still old and powerful?

Ever since, these monster races who think that their relationship with Parasol Tree Forest is wrong are always wondering what to do with the ceremony.

Feng Lin is high-profile, but he said that it is his problem.

Nanhuang is about fighting and killing, and Nanhuang is about the way of the world!

The key is to confuse who the mistress is! Parasol Tree Forest.

"What he did was wrong." Situ Zhonghuang said to He Haohao with his big baby on his head.

He Haohao hurriedly replied: "For Zhao Bixiao..."

"Hush!" Situ Zhonghuang shook his hand directly, and a ban hit He Haohao's mouth, and He Haohao's words were held back immediately.

"Don't be so quiet, those ancestors just fell asleep!" Situ Zhonghuang pointed to the special pendant under his finger, with eighty sleeping ginseng fruits, and waved his hand, motioning for He Hao to go up.

"That's right!" Situ Zhonghuang said again, "What he saw today was Xu Lichuan!"

He Haohao hurriedly patted his chest, and said through voice transmission: "Situ is worried, why are you so good, keep your mouth shut!"

It wasn't until He Haohao left that Jian Jia's figure appeared beside Situ Zhonghuang.

"Situ, these male monsters have settled down."

Emperor Zhao Bigui sighed: "Oh, it's all this stinky boy. I've never had such a bad reputation!"

Jian Jia smiled and said, "Situ, don't worry, let Nanhuang guess now. When the new chapter of "Journey to the West" comes out, we will know that we have wronged Situ."

"The focus will naturally shift."

"Alas...so this old man hates older children..." Situ Zhonghuang sighed.

"He's going to Fangcun Mountain first, to find this big boy..." Just halfway through the words, suddenly no one opened his eyes.

"Yo yo yo, keep sleeping, keep sleeping..." Situ Zhonghuang hastily moved a branch, patted the back of the ginseng fruit heavily, coaxing the ginseng fruit with a vicious tone, the ginseng fruit dozed off again, He closed his eyes again.

Situ Zhonghuang heaved a sigh of relief, looked at Jian Jia's face, and said lightly via voice transmission: "The big boy is just annoying."

"Let him take it easy and let the big boy think of a way, how to get those fruits away from the old man's head!"

Jian Jia nodded quickly, turned and left. so close.

Hurry up and laugh out loud! Square inch mountain.

"What? Is there still an end to release?" The emperor looked at Mastiff Daojun suspiciously. The manuscript has been given out for a day, and I still plan to wait for a wave of red dust. After waiting for a long time, there is no response, so he called Mastiff Dao As soon as you inquired, you will know whether the manuscript has been published.

"That's right!" Mastiff Taoist You Nai said, "That time, the son gave eight chapters at once, and the content was a little less."

"The reply from Wenchang Pavilion said that it involves the content of the young master's new path, and Confucian students copied it quickly. If the new path has nothing to do with Confucianism, it may be slower."

"That's it..." The Emperor recalled for a while, and the speed of writing these chapters was indeed faster than the later ones, "When will this be published?"

"Tomorrow will be enough!" Mastiff Zhao Bi said hastily, "Wenchang Pavilion has recruited a group of Taoist disciples who are good at 'Ghost Drawing Talisman' to assist, and the speed has slowed down a little."

"Seven thousand taels of silver for a Taoist disciple."

The emperor was taken aback for a moment: "This Confucian sect suffered a little bleeding that time."

Mastiff Zhao Bi's expression was strange: "Yes, my lord, you misunderstood."

"It was the Taoist sect who took the initiative to bid, 7,000 taels of copying quota, which was paid to the Confucian sect."

Zhao Bi:

The heart of Confucianism has never let you down!

"Wenchang Pavilion means that the Confucian School will use all the fees collected for that copying to establish martial arts gyms in various places and support Martial Dao students."

"On the other hand, the Taoist sect also sent a batch of supplies to Fangcunshan." Mastiff Zhao Bi continued, "The Taoist priest who came to deliver gifts said that I heard that the young master hates receiving gifts by boat."

"Just send one hundred boats first! Seventy boats will arrive at Fangcun Mountain one day, and another seventy boats will be sent to Dongcang City!"

Emperor:

Daomen's handwriting, as expected, has never let you down! late at night.

One is a well-known big town.

Xiaoxuan didn't say that there is no curfew, and some taverns and gambling stalls are also open all night, which is the most mixed place.

Suddenly, there was a lot of shouting and cursing in a tavern down the street, and then a dirty drunk man was picked up by two tavern clerks and thrown directly on the ground.

"He's a drunk, has he had the last drink? Boss, when did you charge for your drink!" A kind-hearted young man with a vicious look on his face came out of the tavern, "I want to drink your Bawang wine, he I found the wrong grave!"

"Today I'm arguing with him, but if he steps into your tavern again, you'll break his leg!" The villain continued to yell.

The drunk man lying on the ground was like a puddle of mud at this time, but he still didn't have a trace of consciousness. He raised his hand forcefully and said, "Poverty... hiccup, you paid..."

"You paid for an orb..."

"Bah! Orb, what orb?" The tavern owner quickly looked at the right and left, and said, "That drunk man, holding a stone, told you it was a treasure. Does he look at me like a person without a treasure? ?”

"If it's really a treasure, it must be a thief." "Tomorrow you will send it to the yamen!"

The drunk stood up staggeringly, looked at the tavern owner with sleepy eyes, and said, "Here...you drink, you...just go!"

"Fair deal!"

"He still wants wine?" The tavern owner jumped up and scolded, "You still have to settle with him for what he drank later."

The drunk was sympathetic, and threw himself down: "Return this orb to you, you go...to other places...to buy wine..."

The drunk man pounced, and suddenly his figure was like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he rushed behind the owner of the tavern, and reached out to touch the owner's body, trying to find the orb he gave him. The boss raised his leg and kicked the drunk man away. Just as he was about to go out, his foot suddenly sank. It turned out that the drunk man hugged his own calf.

"Why are they staring blankly? Let me do it for you!" The tavern owner stretched his legs and said to the guy, "It's nothing to keep them."

Hearing the words, the guys rushed down, at first they just pulled, and then punched and kicked directly, who knew that the drunk man was also persistent, and let the guys greet him, but he was willing to let go!

The tavern owner was very annoyed by the drunk man's entanglement, so he picked up an empty wine jar placed at the door of the tavern, and slammed it down on the drunk man's head.

With a sound of "wow", the wine jar shattered, and blood flowed out from the top of the drunk's head. The drunk's face was covered with blood, and he was still clinging to the leg of the tavern owner.

"Boss, give me some wine, just fool me." A guy said loudly to the boss, fearing that he would kill someone.

"Fart!" The boss also made a sound in a jerk, and was angered at this time, "Playing with daddy? He was born when daddy was kicking!"

As he said that, the boss picked up another empty wine jar and wanted to throw it down the drunk man's head again!

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the sky: "Stop!"

Immediately afterwards, a flash of lightning fell from the sky and hit the wine jar in the hands of the tavern owner by mistake, smashing the wine jar to pieces in an instant.

A Kun Dao with outstanding appearance fell from the sky and landed under the street.

"Walking in the air, you are a Daoist real person!" Suddenly these ignorant drinkers blurted out.

Seeing Master Kun Dao walking towards him, the tavern owner hurriedly laughed and said: "Master Dao, you are just teaching a Jiu Mengzi a lesson, it is worth your shot..."

Does the real Kun Dao pay attention to the tavern owner, staring fixedly at the back of the drunk who hid his face in front of the tavern owner's thigh, and tentatively asked: "Senior brother?"

The drunk man trembled all over, quickly let go of the hand that was holding on to the tavern owner, and stood up in a panic, as if he was not a little drunk at this time.

I held my head high, letting my messy hair cover my own face, and the blood from successive injuries covered my seven sense organs like a blood-stained mask.

If I didn't respond, I turned around and left.

This Kun Dao followed in front, and shouted again: "Senior brother!" The drunk's footsteps slowed down more and more, but no matter how slow I am, can the real Wudaomen slow down?

As soon as this Kun Dao figure moved, it turned into a flash of lightning and landed behind the drunk man.

The drunk man reacted very slowly, turned around directly, and wanted to escape, this Kun Dao looked sad, and shouted: "Dragon Emperor! He stops for you!"

"Did he want you to call the Master?"

The drunk's footsteps suddenly stopped and stopped in place.

Kun Dao walked up to the drunk man step by step, you stretched out your hand to brush the messy hair covering the drunk man's face, wiped off the blood stains on the drunk man's face with a handkerchief, and barely saw the appearance of an unshaven, decadent middle-aged man.

Between these eyebrows and eyes, I can no longer see the heroic spirit of being handsome and starry back then.

"Brother, what happened?" "How could he... look like this?"

As he spoke, Kun Dao's voice choked up: "Go, take him back to the mountain!"

As Kun Dao spoke, he took the drunk man's hand, but the drunk man stood there without moving. Kun Dao turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

The drunk shook his head: "Master Dao, he has mistaken the person." "Emperor Dragon, he is dead."

Kun Dao was about to speak when suddenly a tall figure came from above our heads.

"My young disciple died?" "How did I know?"

Kun Dao and the drunk suddenly raised their heads, and saw Chen Luo with a majestic expression and a childlike face suspended in the air, looking at us.

"Master!" Kun Dao saw the other party, his face showed joy, but the drunk suddenly burst into tears, knelt heavily on the ground, and bent over to get up.

Hefa Zhao Bi paid no attention to the drunk, and landed directly behind the tavern, walking towards the tavern owner step by step.

The owner of the tavern looked terrified, and wanted to make a small ceremony to pay homage, but Chen Luo, a white-haired man, pushed me heavily and asked me to kneel down.

Zhao Bi's tone was stern, whether he blamed him or not, he just asked, "You disciple, how much do you owe him for wine?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The tavern owner quickly waved his hands, "It is my lord who sees that I drink less and what status I have, so I think..."

"Do you want to touch this orb?" Chen Luo said indifferently, then stretched out his hand, "Here..."

The tavern owner quickly took out a white jade bead with or without a trace of variegation from his pocket, and offered it to Chen Luo with both hands.

Chen Luo received the white jade bead, looked at it, and said with a smile: "That pearl, called Snow Returning Pearl, is worn under the body, and the cold and heat are invaded. Don't say that his big tavern, that big town, can also be bought. .”

As he said that, Zhao Bi took out a piece of gold the size of a baby's fist from his sleeve, threw it to the other party, and said, "Take the orb, and use the gold as wine money."

The tavern owner quickly evaded: "It's less, it's less, this little brother drank so little. Your entire tavern is worth that money."

"Pindao knows." Chen Luo nodded, "Small, let's take it as compensation from the poor dao!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Luo waved his hand, and all the drinkers in the tavern were stunned, and they were moved out of the tavern. Then, Chen Luo pressed his hand up, and immediately a thunderbolt fell from the sky and landed directly on the tavern. Under the tavern, the tavern was completely destroyed by lightning in an instant.

"If the compensation is enough, go to the Taoist temple far away, and show us the gold you gave him, and the Taoist temple will make up for it." After finishing speaking, Chen Luo left the tavern owner with a panicked face, and walked towards this place Drunk man on his knees.

"Dragon Emperor..." Chen Luo looked at the disciple kneeling on the ground and sighed heavily.

"Why is this..."

Sitting in the tub, the Dragon Emperor washed Own's body.

Master asked, why this?

Yes, why not!

The steam was steaming, blurring the vision of the Dragon Emperor, making me seem to see Own once.

In the past, I was also a Taoist genius. I became a real person at the age of seventy, and I practiced to the peak of the seventh-rank real person at the age of eighty-eight. I was ranked in the bottom ten of the Dao list without the qualifications to become a Daoist in the Taoist school!

However, the way of the spirit and soul is dangerous and dangerous. I retreated greedily once, which led to a mistake in my practice. Although I was rescued in time, the spirit and soul were shattered by the thunder robbery. Possibly, it can only be reluctantly re-bonded, and it is nothing more than death.

The soul is shattered, which means that the road of Daomen will never be taken again.

So I packed my bags and took the initiative to go up the mountain.

I thought that even if I practiced Taoism, there would always be no other way to practice.

At this time, I knew that what greeted me was disappointment again and again.

It is not a difficult thing to transfer, especially because I have a problem with my soul. After learning the principles of Confucianism, my energy is often exhausted.

Ten years of painstaking practice, and now he has not even stepped into the realm of a teacher.

I cut off all ties to the past, I went into anonymity, I stopped giving up on myself, I stopped numbing myself with alcohol.

Somehow, he ended up in the same field as today.

Master, I'm very disappointed..."Brother..."

A sound transmission fell into the ears of the Dragon Emperor.

"You are here." The Dragon Emperor has the ability to transmit sound, so he can only respond loudly, I know the other party can hear it.

"You and the Master are ordered by the heavenly master to go up the mountain to accumulate good fortune for the little virtuous teacher. Passing by his former residence, the master found out that he is there, so he ordered you to search for him in seven places."

"After meeting the Master, admit your mistake, and go back to the mountain with you."

Hearing his junior sister's concerned words, the Dragon Emperor smiled wryly.

Can I still go back?

After bathing, he changed into clean clothes, and knocked on the small door where the Master was, along with the teacher's door.

"Master, senior brother is here." Kun Dao announced as soon as he retreated from the door.

Chen Luo, who was meditating under the futon, opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Zhao Bigui, and said for a while, "Did the Taoist sect treat him badly?"

The Dragon Emperor hurriedly knelt down on the ground: "It's a question of the disciple's own. The Daoist sect has treated you badly."

Soul cultivation is inherently easy, so every year, many disciples have no choice but to suspend their cultivation because of problems with their spirits. For such disciples, the Taoist way of handling them is willing to stay in the mountains, and they can take on some chores and deal with mundane affairs; But those who are willing to stay, leave their address, and there will be a sum of support every year, which is enough to spend their lives without worrying about food and clothing.

In addition, there is no other choice now, which is to be supported by Taoism and practice Martial Dao. For example, half of the disciples in Wudang Mountain are all disciples of Taoism.

"Since he was treated badly, how did he become like that?" Chen Luo continued.

The Dragon Emperor knelt on the ground, his throat rolled up and down, and only a moment ago he said in a hurry: "Disciple, I have lost my heart."

"In the vast world of mortals, disciples have somewhere to go." "It is to see the light and to know the way forward."

"Half of my life has passed now, I am mediocre, and I have something to ask for in this life."

After finishing speaking, the Dragon Emperor put his head on the ground and remained silent.

"Fool..." Chen Luo sighed, "Why did you send me a letter from the mountains?"

"A disciple has a face, and a letter has a word!"

"There is only a cavity of resentment, say, say so!"

With tears in his eyes, Kun Dao looked at the figure kneeling on the ground, and said in a heavy voice, "Senior Brother..."

"The Confucian sect emphasizes skills, but also the soul. He has no damage to the soul, so it will be too smooth to transfer to the Confucian sect." Chen Luo hurriedly said again, "After a year or so, the Dao sect spreads Dao letters, and let those who break the Daoist first choose Martial Dao."

"Did he do it?"

Zhao Bigui raised his head and said helplessly, "Master, this disciple is seventy-eight years old."

"On the road of practice, after one year, it's nothing. But in the eyes of ordinary people, seventy-eight years old means that people have passed middle age and their strength has flourished."

"Martial Dao is magical, and the world of mortals needs to read through Talent, but Martial Dao is just getting started, you have to open acupoint(s) and pass Meridians!"

"When you are in your teens, or in your seventies, when you start to practice, maybe the problem is small."

"But disciple..." the Dragon Emperor shook his head, "Without the Innate purple qi nourishing the body, the Meridians have stopped shrinking, and the difficulty of opening the acupoint(s) has also been reduced several times."

"The disciple has also studied the red dust books of the little virtuous teacher, and realized a few swordsmanship from the book!"

"However, Meridians are on, acupoint(s) are on, centerless, and powerful."

When Zhao Bi heard the words, silence is the language. That is an objective fact.

In the past year, the Taoist disciples who were able to retreat into Wudang Mountain were basically over seventy years old. Judging from the current feedback, the older you are, the less potential Martial Dao has.

Chen Luo sighed, and suddenly waved his hand, a stream of purple qi shot into the Dragon Emperor's body, and when Zhao Bigui reacted, the purple qi flew back into Chen Luo's body again.

But after this time, Chen Luo lost some smiles on his face.

"It's a mistake. Is the foundation of the Daoist sect lost?"

Zhao Bigui bowed again and said: "Although this disciple can practice the way of spirit and soul, and can give birth to innate purple qi, but the Taoist classics and the teacher's teachings will be forgotten in a day."

"Get up." Chen Luo supported Zhao Bigui up, looked at him, and said, "If there is no chance to re-enter the path of cultivation, can he cherish it?"

The Dragon Emperor was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled wryly: "Confucianism, Martial Dao, I have tried it all, and with my situation, it is easy to go..."

"No!" The corners of Chen Luo's mouth curled up slightly, "What if there is still a chance?"

"The world of mortals is the foundation, and the Taoism is the purpose."

"Huh?" Seeing Zhao Bi's appearance, Zhao Bigui's eyes lit up, "Master, is it true?"

"Of course it's true." Kun Dao said, "You and the Master went up the mountain just for this."

Chen Luo also nodded: "The little virtuous and good teacher is so outstanding, and under the Martial Dao, he opened a new path."

"According to the deduction of the descendants of Dao Palace, the practice of that small path should be similar to Martial Dao Dolin, absorbing the world's energy as the basis, but it is your Taoist method that operates."

"The specifics are still vague, but what is certain is that your Taoist disciples will definitely have no bonus in their cultivation."

"That's why I'm looking for him as a teacher!"

Hearing the words, the Dragon Emperor froze in place, and after a while, knelt down again: "Disciple, you must have let the Master down."

Chen Luo looked at the disciple he loved the most, and sighed leisurely: "He has never disappointed me."

"Just now, don't let him down!"

"The new trail is in the latest chapter of Wuhou's Journey to the West, and it will be released tomorrow."

"I hope he can get nothing!"

The Dragon Emperor suppressed the excitement in his heart, and replied: "Disciple, remember."

A moment ago, the Dragon Emperor raised his head again, and Chen Luo had already disappeared, only Kun Dao remained in the house.

"Senior Brother, the Master arranged for you to accompany him to see if there is anything he can gain from this new way."

The Dragon Emperor nodded and looked into the window.

Bai Ye is deep, but the dawn will always come on time. The red sun is rising.

The crisp singing sound resounded everywhere in Xiaoxuan.