Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 875

[Chapter 843 The Tragedy of Being a Father!]

“Young master, you will die after death, don’t come to me…”

“Young master, everyone will be master and servant, and I will bury you later. Those books of yours I’ll sell it, go back and marry a wife, give birth to a baby, and I will definitely take your name to commemorate you…”

…

The mournful cry lingered in Chen Luo’s ears, and Chen Luo opened his eyes.

The place where I was lying seemed to be… a coffin?

At this time, Chen Luo felt the current atmosphere, and there was a sentence that MMP didn’t know what to say.

“Am I… time-traveling again?”

“Is it the start of cheating corpses again?”

Chen Luo sat up from the coffin, and a simple wooden house came into view. Beside the coffin, a little bookboy was crying and burning paper money.

“Hey…don’t cry.” Chen Luo yelled, and the book boy suddenly raised his head, seeing Chen Luo, the crying stopped abruptly.

“Grand…Young master?”

“You…you didn’t die?”

“Why are you dead, you just slept a little bit dead!” Chen Luo jumped out of the coffin, patted the shroud on his body, and said, “Death of thirst Come on, get me some water!”

The book boy was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses, threw the paper money in his hand at Chen Luo’s face, and ran out.

Chen Luo, who was slapped all over the face by the paper money, sighed, sat down directly, and began to sort out his thoughts.

…

time travel?

This is naturally impossible.

He just turned into a mortal.

Speaking of the principle of “Hong Chen Yin”, it is indeed somewhat similar to time travel, which is to transfer a person’s soul into another body, and then use that identity to cross the world of mortals.

But under normal circumstances, this kind of transfer will seal all the memories of the original owner related to the world of mortals.

It’s like reincarnation with a mystery in the womb.

So logically, Chen Luo shouldn’t have remembered that he belonged to Chen Luo.

But there is no way, Chen Luo is the Taoist.

He remembers what others can remember; he also remembers what others cannot remember;

However, this is not necessarily a good thing.

If you don’t remember your identity, although it’s dangerous, the human heart is like a blank sheet of paper, making it easier to seek the way; but for someone like Chen Luo who still remembers his size, his heart is already colorful, and it will interfere with his way of seeking on the contrary, making it difficult. It will also be higher.

In short, there are pros and cons.

Now that Chen Luo still knows his tuba, can he get help from the tuba?

Chen Luo gave up this plan as soon as he sensed it.

Because as a Daoist, Chen Luo has obtained the privilege of knowing the tuba himself, but if Chen Luo takes the initiative to form a cause and effect with the tuba, it is actually equivalent to cracking Hongchenyin’s supernatural power, then Huafan will be considered a complete failure this time.

All in all, he had to cut all ties with the tuba, especially not let anyone know his true identity.

“However…” Chen Luo sat on the chair and thought, “The martial arts has been condensed for nine thousand miles, and it seems that it is to better adapt to this worldly body.

” Experts noticed that there was a difference in spirit and soul, but the martial artist’s spirit was highly condensed, combined with Hong Chen’s supernatural powers, at least Chen Luo felt that not many people could notice the abnormality.

As for this physical body…

it is indeed dead.

If Chen Luo really succeeds in driving thousands of miles, those warriors will basically be attached to such a physical body in the future.

This is a karma in the world of mortals. Once achieved, warriors will not be able to break contact with the world of mortals even if they are thousands of miles away.

Then, what is the situation with this physical body of oneself?

Chen Luo nodded between his eyebrows, and suddenly a flood of memories flooded in.

This body is surnamed Wang, named Yun, styled Bo’an, and is from Leshan Prefecture, Yuezhou. His father was a great Confucian, who died in the affairs of the king, and his mother also passed away three years ago. He is now thirty-two years old, a fourth-rank master, and is traveling the world to study, trying to find a way to become a great Confucian.

“Thirty-two years old, a fourth-grade master?” Chen Luo raised his eyebrows. This talent is considered first-rate.

You must know that if a Jiazi is promoted to a great Confucianism, as long as he does not risk his life, he will be guaranteed a second rank, or even hit a first rank. This Wang Yun is only thirty-two years old, and there are still twenty-eight years before Jiazi.

“How did such a genius die?” Chen Luo frowned, and continued to search Wang Yun’s memory, his expression becoming more and more serious.

This Wang Yun seems to have a congenital defect, so since the day he was born, his vitality has been continuously lost. Fortunately, Wang Yun’s father and ancestors were both great Confucianists, so he worked hard to get a lot of geniuses and treasures to prolong his life.

However, with Chen Luo’s knowledge and Wang Yun’s physical condition, Chen Luo sighed.

This Wang Yun’s problem is indeed a congenital defect, but it is not the reason of the body or the soul, but the problem of the aura of the soul.

The most basic existence of the birth of living beings is the spiritual light of living beings. This spiritual light comes from the power of heaven, and the soul can be born from it, so it can also be called the source.

But for some reason, Wang Yun’s original source of heaven was not given.

The way of heaven is inhumane, and treats everything as a straw dog. Naturally, it is impossible for the Dao of Heaven to target such an aura. All Chen Luo can think of is that the rules of the Dao of Heaven are overflowing too much, and the power is not enough, so there should be a group of auras of living beings that are like this.

It’s just that Wang Yun was met by him.

This is something that can’t be helped.

Originally, Wang Yun hoped that he could solve this problem by being promoted to a great scholar, but this problem can only be solved if he is promoted to a semi-sage!

This can be regarded as absolute jealousy of talents!

But now that Wang Yun is dead, the aura of the living beings has dissipated, so after Chen Luo took over the body, naturally there will be no problems in this regard.

but!

This is not the cause of Wang Yun’s death.

Speaking of which, thanks to Chen Luo’s plundering in the past two years, there are quite a lot of blood treasures from the barbarian and monster races, so Wang Yun can barely rely on those treasures to continue his life.

What really killed Wang Yun was a piece of bamboo!

…

Three Realms of Great Confucianism: Investigate things, know works, and straighten your mind!

If you want to be promoted to a Confucianism, there is a shortcut, that is “Xiange”!

“Book of Rites·University” has a saying: To know is to investigate things, and then to know things.

The meaning of investigating things is to investigate the truth of things.

To give a simple example, such as “the iron pestle is ground into a needle”, the iron pestle and the needle are things, and the principle of never giving up, where there is a will, there is a way, is to investigate things.

Similarly, “water dripping through stone” and “making saws like grass” are also Gewu.

To put it bluntly, in the world of Chen Luo in his previous life, Newton discovered gravitation from falling apples, and Watt invented the steam engine from the lid of a boiling kettle.

Precisely because of such a layer of reasoning, the “things” of Gewu are actually particular.

Some things of the holy way are the best choice for “gewu”. Because these items have their own holy principles, they are easier to comprehend.

And Wang Yun came to Yuzhou this time because of a sacred bamboo.

…

The Mo family in Lingcheng is a wealthy family.

In the history of this family, there has never been a semi-sage, and even the highest cultivation in the family tree is just a second-rank Confucianism.

But the identity of this second-rank Confucianist is not simple, he is the scholar of the late half-sage Ruan Sizong.

After Ruan Sizong’s death, he was beautifully taken over by the church because he had no descendants, but he once said that after his death, there would be a forest of green bamboos behind his bedroom, and he would give it to his school boy as a memory.

So, the second-rank Confucian returned to his hometown in Lingcheng with dozens of bamboos.

This bamboo is not an ordinary bamboo. Ruan Sizong often sat under the bamboo with his friends to discuss poetry and Taoism. Therefore, these bamboos also have the charm of the holy way and are called Ruan bamboo.

Time flies, thousands of years have passed in a blink of an eye, and only one of the dozens of Ruan bamboos left in those years survived. About forty years ago, the head of the Mo family of the previous generation opened the house and disclosed the Ruan bamboo to all the fourth-rank masters for “investigation of things” to see who can learn the truth from it and advance to the great Confucianism.

And Wang Yun came here for this.

He guarded the bamboo for seven days and seven nights, but got nothing. When he came back, he died. That’s when the scene when Chen Luo just leaned over happened.

“Who would have thought that a chance would turn into a death talisman!” Chen Luo sneered in his heart. From Wang Yun’s memory, he clearly felt that there was something wrong with the bamboo.

“My lord, here comes the tea.” The book boy ran in and handed Chen Luo a cup of tea. Chen Luo took the tea and took a sip.

“The Mo family won’t run away there, let’s see what strength we can display before making a plan.” Chen Luo said while drinking tea.

Immediately, he stretched his hands to his waist, and then became embarrassed.

According to the habit, he wanted to give the book boy some property from the storage order, and let him rent a house and settle down first. After all, we can’t all stay in this Yizhuang.

But soon he discovered that he was still wearing a shroud. Wang Yun didn’t have any storage orders.

“Well, Aping, how much money do we have?” Chen Luo asked. The bookboy’s name is Wang Ping, and Wang Yun usually calls him Aping.

A Ping said with a wry smile: “Master, you forgot, we have no money.”

“In the end, the money you collected was sent by the Mo family.”

Chen Luo: o(^｀)o

Well, I can’t blame Wang Yun either. It’s not that the fourth grade master doesn’t make money, but that Wang Yun spends a lot of money, and he has to rely on natural talents and earth treasures to continue his life.

“Well, it’s okay, it’s okay!” Chen Luo rubbed his chin.

Sure enough, no matter whether it is real time travel or fake time travel, it must start with earning money.

But this is not a big problem for Chen Luo, let alone other things, the big deal is to contribute to “Da Xuan Min Bao”!

Select a few short stories in “The Scholars” and write them, it is impossible to be traced to their identities.

After all, the remuneration set by myself is still very high.

However, it took too much time to go back and forth. Chen Luo looked at A Ping: “Is there any paper and pen?

” .

“Okay, let’s make it a point.” Chen Luo asked A Ping to grind it for himself, then picked up a brush and started drawing on paper.

After a while, Chen Luo drew a landscape painting.

That Ah Ping glanced at it and said, “Master, why are you painting this thing?”

“What? Sell money!”

“Sell money?” Ah Ping looked at his son, and then at the paper It was Shan Shui, who smiled wryly, “Young master, you are not good at painting…” The

words were very euphemistic, but in fact it was: this thing cannot be sold.

No matter how dark Chen Luo’s heart was, he felt a little embarrassed. To be honest, he really didn’t pay much attention to painting. The painting in front of him is probably just a graffiti work. Let alone elegant halls, he can’t even hang it on a small door, let alone sell it for money.

“What’s the hurry!”

“This painting is for gifting, and what you are selling is poetry!”

After finishing speaking, Chen Luo picked up a brush and wrote on the painting—

“If you don’t make alchemy, you don’t sit in meditation, and if you don’t work for merchants, you don’t plow the fields. ”

“If you are free to write, you can sell it on the green hills, so as not to make evil money in the world.”

After finishing writing, Chen Luo signed again: Zi Wei made it!

After finishing all this, Chen Luo clapped his hands: “Okay, you can go to Lingcheng Academy to sell this painting!”

“It doesn’t need to be too expensive, just three hundred taels of silver will do!”

“Three hundred taels?” Ah Ping swallowed Salivating, he looked at the calligraphy and painting again, “Can this sell for three hundred taels   ?

”

After drawing a scroll, he walked out of Yizhuang.

Watching A Ping leave, Chen Luo shook his head.

Sure enough, when he was in poverty, Tang Bohu was the best sheep to gather.

To be honest, based on his judgment, based on the last two lines of the poem, three hundred taels would definitely be sold.

After solving the problem of the first pot of gold, Chen Luo began to examine his physical body.

The fourth-grade master, with an upright Confucianism cultivation base, the righteousness is still the essence, but the capacity is too small.

The combat power is about the same as that of the fourth-rank master on the Great Wall of Zhengqi in the northern border, but the patience is far worse. It is estimated that if there is a real fight, if Yizhuxiang does not kill the opponent, he will face the situation of exhaustion of righteousness and being counter-killed.

“However… Thanks to my Taoist authority, my soul has not been sealed.”

“So my soul power is still there.”

Martial arts fighters refine their muscles and bones externally, and refine their energy and spirit internally. They walk with their heart and mind Unity, the way of combining mind and energy, and combining energy and energy, so when fighting, it is the unity of body, mind and soul.

What do you think a martial arts avatar is?

In fact, it is the power of the substantive soul!

“But this body doesn’t have the aura of the world of mortals, so it is destined to be unable to display martial arts supernatural powers!” Chen Luo shook his head again. Of course he can pick up the books of the mortal world to accumulate a little aura of the world of mortals, but the problem is that most of the books of the mortal world are He wrote it himself…

Just like touching the right hand with the left hand has no feeling, if you read your own, the world will not grow!

Although there are other books on the world of mortals, most of them are in the category of three thousand miles, and they are not very helpful to him now.

But there is no way?

of course not!

“Although Haoran’s righteousness is weak, my Confucianism is strong!” Chen Luo touched his nose.

Confucianism fights, the first thing mentioned is awe-inspiring righteousness. The more righteous Qi there is and the purer it is, the stronger the power of magical powers will be. The representative here is Wen Yunsun, who is “righteousness first”.

In addition to awe-inspiring spirit, another factor that affects Confucianism’s fighting is Confucianism.

In Confucianism, many great supernatural powers will be at the price of broken Confucianism, why? Because the Confucianism is the source of power, if you squeeze the Confucianism too much, you will naturally get more power than usual.

For example, the big brother Lang Feixian before he and Chen Luorong, in terms of righteousness, in fact, he was barely top-notch in the first rank, but his Confucianism was at the top level.

The essence of Confucianism is the soul.

And the soul of Lang Feixian is the combination of Xiantian Wenhua Qinglian and Li Qinglian, and it doesn’t matter if it is not strong.

From this point of view, even if I am against Qiu Suo, I am not afraid.

No, no, Brother Qi said, be more steady.

Then… even if you are against the first rank!

After roughly inferring his life-saving ability, Chen Luo felt a little better.

There is no way, in Huafan, in case of death, it is not just a nightmare like Spring and Autumn Dream, this is real death.

One life!

“Get rid of the hatred in this body first!” Chen Luo stood up, hands behind his back, and walked out of Yizhuang.

…

Southern Wilderness, Green Grassland.

The jeweled Niu Dafa is lying on the grassy hillside basking in the sun, and the gems of various colors on his body are shining brightly, which is very dazzling.

But at this moment, Niu Dafa’s face was full of sadness.

Alas, I am so rich, why do I still have sorrow?

Obviously the blood is so much better than other cattle, why is it a little stuck?

That’s right, Niu Dafa’s cultivation got stuck when he was going from the third rank to the second rank.

The reason why he got stuck is actually very simple, that is, when he was looking back at the phantom of the ancestor demon, he suddenly felt——

this ancestor is quite ugly!

Then, there is no more.

Generally speaking, the phantom of the ancestor demon condensed by the third-rank great sage is a hazy shadow, and sometimes it seems to be simply a back or silhouette.

And when it comes to the second grade, it is probably the transition from black and white TV to color TV, and basically the organs can be seen clearly.

As a result, Niu Dafa just complained in his heart, and the phantom disappeared immediately!

Do not laugh!

real!

You don’t have any reverence for your ancestors, how can you go back to your ancestors?

Do you really think that making a decision against your ancestors is just lip service?

“I really miss that simple and simple Niu Niu back then…” Niu Dafa sighed.

Since the culture of the human race rushed to Nanhuang, Niu Dafa, as “Chen Luo’s absolute younger brother (self-confessed)”, naturally absorbed it eagerly.

Then, the aesthetics were taken astray.

The Niu family said: We want to be big and round!

Niu Dafa: No, we want to be thin and tall!

The Niu family said: Look at the ass!

Niu Dafa said: No, look at the legs!

In short, even now, he still feels that his ancestors look like earthy, not mighty and domineering at all.

“Actually, the Plate Armored Cyan Ox of the Heavenly Dao Bloodline is my favourite…” Niu Dafa sighed, and the recorded phantom image of the Plate Armored Cyan Ox appeared in his mind.

Whether you are powerful or not is a matter of a moment, and whether you are handsome or not is a matter of a lifetime.

Besides, the Plate Armored Cyan Ox, like his blood, is also the blood of the Desolate Soul Realm!

“It would be great if I had the blood of the Plate Armored Cyan Ox… I can use my blood in exchange.”

“I don’t know if Brother Chen can help you for the gift of thirty boats?”

However, at Niu Dafa Just after sending out this exclamation, a star suddenly flickered in the sky that day, and then a ray of light shot towards Niu Dafa!

The light was extremely fast, and before Niu Dafa could react, it fell directly into Niu Dafa’s soul sea, and then a message emerged in Niu Dafa’s soul—

“Awaken the blood of the plate-armored blue cow, and protect the Dao of Doumu Yuanjun. “Huh ?

” Niu Dafa’s eyes lit up, “So I just need to sigh?”

“Dumu Yuanjun…the Lord of the Stars? Damn it, this is a thigh!”

“I hug…no, I Willing!” The

next moment, Niu Dafa’s body immediately split open countless small holes, and countless blood began to spurt out.

“Damn it…you need to exchange blood…”

“Wait a minute, can you…”

“I’m not ready…ah…”

…

At the same time, Yuan Hai.

On the calm sea surface, the wind suddenly swelled, and a slim figure appeared between the sky and the earth, and there was a faint dragon chant.

Yun Siyao restrained the momentum around him, raised his hand, and a dragon shadow wandered in his hand.

“Little guy, he’s born.” The corners of Yun Siyao’s mouth curled up slightly. When she went to Nanhuang to meet Feng Nanzhi back then, she used the dragon’s breath to conceive and raise the little Aowu in Feng Nanzhi’s belly. Now that the little Aowu was born, she naturally felt it.

“It’s just right, tell your husband the good news.” Yun Siyao’s face flushed suddenly, she touched her stomach, and said softly: “Little guy, mother will take you to see my sister…” After the words

fell, Yun Siyao’s figure disappeared between the sea and the sky

…

Yunlong Tiangong.

Emperor Yunlong opened his eyes from his deep sleep, his sight seemed to penetrate the space, and he didn’t know where it fell.

After a while, Emperor Yunlong turned his gaze back again.

“Oh…”

“It’s a loss, it’s a loss…” “A   dowry

will be added again!”

———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————   There is one more chapter during the day.   Slavery and servile little eighty thousand, Rui Sibai!   So, take your time. If Chen Luo doesn’t arrange for the backhand, Bawan will arrange for it!   This is not to write slowly!   In addition, there is a New Year’s Eve red envelope rain in the group, have you participated?