I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Hatch...hatch Calabash?" Chen Luo opened his mouth wide, looking at the ancestor of the fairy gourd. Song Tuizhi's eyes flickered blue, and several phantom images of hexagrams flashed in his pupils. Then he asked suspiciously: "Old Calabash, I think these little Calabash have already activated their spiritual intelligence, which is enough to transform demons..."

Patriarch Xiangou sighed and nodded.

"Little Yongzi, you are right. These seven little dolls have indeed activated their spiritual intelligence, but you also know that being a monster with birds and animals is completely different from being a demon with flowers, plants and trees."

"There is no doubt that there are birds and beasts and human races, and the essence, energy, and spirit are all in place."

"As for me, Huamu belongs to the genus of flowers and trees, and I was born without the genus of spirits, only essence and energy."

"In this way, even if my Huamu becomes a demon, I can only maintain Huamu's body and cannot transform."

"Back then, the master of the old body gave the god of the old body with the rhyme of Taoism, so that the old body was able to take shape."

Saying that, the ancestor of the fairy gourd lifted the vine in his hand again, and looked at the seven little Calabash with a headache: "These seven little guys have already enlightened, but..."

Saying that, Patriarch Xiangou looked at Song Tuizhi: "Little Yongzi, can you try your Confucianism?"

Song Tuizhi frowned, walked up to the seven little Calabashes, and said a Confucian enlightenment classic, a soft breeze rose out of thin air, wrapped around the seven little Calabashes, and Song Tuizhi's voice continued to be heard in the wind. The spoken scriptures kept murmuring.

But at this moment, I saw the seven little Calabash swaying and colliding with each other, and occasionally there was a crisp sound coming from inside.

"If you don't listen, don't listen, bastard chanting scriptures..."

"Mumbling, what are you talking about?"

"Ah... 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 Tuizhi's face darkened.

Thinking of him as a great Confucian with a dignified mind, he has surpassed the existence of the Sixth Stage mountains and seas, and the whole world can be regarded as the top figure. If there is a lecture, I don’t know how many mountain spirits and goblins will fight to the death for a seat to listen to the lecture. These seven little Calabash I actually dislike...

Dead wood cannot be carved!

If it wasn't for the fairy gourd ancestor, he would have made all the seven little Calabash into ornaments!

The ancestor of the fairy gourd gave a wry smile, arched his cupped hands to express his apology to Song Tuizhi, and then looked at Chen Luo: "That's it...I've been looking for great Confucian scholars, Taoist masters, and even went to the west to see him with shame." Meet the Buddhist Bodhisattva. But these seven little ones..."

"Whether Buddhism, Taoism or Confucianism, they will not listen to them."

"But if you can't listen to these Heavenly Dao mantras, you won't be able to condense the charm and get rid of the shape of vegetation."

"It's really worrying my old body."

Chen Luo understood the words of the ancestor of the fairy gourd.

Isn't this just 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 the son is filial, and the tutor is flying like a dog!

"Chen Xiaoyou's cultivation path is self-contained, and I just want to give it a try. Regardless of success or failure, I will give you a gift of thanks. Please don't refuse Chen Xiaoyou."

The fairy gourd patriarch bowed again, Chen Luo nodded, and took the Calabash vine.

"Mother-in-law, ask more questions."

"These little Calabash, do you have a grandpa?"

...

Shouyang Mountain. White Jade Palace.

Master Qingwei held a Jade Slip in his hand, and frowned slightly. A piece of green grass stood on the Taoist temple, hanging down in a humane manner, gently rubbing the slight brows, exuding a fresh fragrance.

Qingwei smiled faintly, and changed her voice: "Boy!"

A crane flew into the palace, turned into an eight or nine-year-old Taoist boy, bowed to pay respects: "Yes."

"Grandma Jinchan sent a letter saying that there was a change in the restricted area of ​​Fuyun Mountain. She sent a letter to ask Tianling and Ziluo to take a look. Don't let the things over there escape."

"Yes!" Boy Baihe accepted the order, turned around and turned into a white crane again, and flew out of Baiyun Palace.

...

The creaking carriage was walking on the way out of the city.

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

It's not to avoid the invitation of those princes and nobles, or to find a quiet pastoral environment for little Calabash.

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

...

In the dream flower forest.

"Spirit of Dreamland!" Chen Luo opened his mouth and shouted. After a while, the trees in the entire flower forest shook slightly, and a gust of wind blew the leaves into a human shape.

"Master, why are you calling me?"

"Let me ask you, what would happen if I remembered the stories in the previous world and said it directly?" Chen Luo asked directly.

The leaf figure was silent for a moment, then said——

"The master must understand that all the books in the Dreamland Flower Forest are in the master's mind, but they are only covered by Heavenly Dao. If the master tells similar story fragments, then the whole story in the Dreamland Flower Forest will no longer exist. exist."

"That is to say, the master cannot get this story from the Dreamland Flower Forest."

Chen Luo nodded. He understood the explanation. For example, in "Water Margin" he told people the scene "Wu Song fights the tiger", then the whole "Water Margin" will disappear in the dreamland flower forest.

"Secondly, the new story narrated by the master will not gather the spirit of the book. If the spirit of culture is not enough, it cannot be written in elegant language."

"Third, dictating stories that don't exist in this world not only consumes luck, but also requires the assistance of mortal energy."

After hearing this, Chen Luo's face turned dark. This rule really blocked all the openings.

"Okay, got it."

Chen Luo waved his hand, waking up from the flower forest in the dream...

...

Chen Luo opened his eyes again, looking at the colorful Calabash in his hand. The seven little Calabash are about the size of a palm, and they look really exquisite and cute.

"If it weren't for the great gift from the ancestor of the fairy gourd, I wouldn't be too lazy to do this business..." Chen Luo thought to himself.

The fairy gourd patriarch indeed gave a great gift, saying that as long as the seven little Calabash successfully transform into form, 10% of the gourd monsters under his account will be given to him.

That's 10% of Hutong's shares.

Not to mention the benefits, but to say that the Minister of Military Affairs has made a lot of promises to the ancestor of the fairy gourd this time in order to have more quotas for transporting supplies.

This business can be done!

"You guys have to be obedient, after listening to my story, come out and save grandpa for me..."

Chen Luo whispered, reaching out to touch the small Calabash.

"Bastard, get your dirty hands off!"

"Oh, I was touched, I'm not clean anymore!"

"Tell mother-in-law to kill him!"

"Do you want to mess with us? It's a good idea!"

"Little Calabash swore not to be a slave!"

...

Chen Luo: (╬￣dish￣)

Chen Luo: How about discussing with the fourth brother and making them all into decorations!

...

When we arrived at Sanxizhuang, it was already dark.

Chen Luo carried the Calabash vine and walked into the yard. After receiving the news, Zhuang Ding and the newsboys stood at the door to greet him.

Looking at the clean smiling faces, Chen Luo was overjoyed, and handed the Calabash vine to Ji Zhong.

"Xiao Ji, go get a shelf in the yard and put Calabash on the rattan." Then he looked at the many newsboys with a smile on his face, "Come on, uncle will tell you a story today."

"Uncle, what's the story? Is it like "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes"?" A little girl asked timidly.

Chen Luo patted the little girl's head: "I'll teach you another song..."

"What song is it?"

"Ding dong dong dong, Calabash baby..."