Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 89
[Chapter 89 Ding Dong Dong Dang Dang Dang (Part 2)]
“Hatch…hatch a gourd?” 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 with doubts: “Old gourd, I think these little gourds have already opened up their spiritual wisdom, which is enough to transform demons…”
The ancestor of the fairy gourd sighed and nodded.
“Little Yongzi, you are right. These seven little dolls have indeed activated their spiritual intelligence, but you also know that becoming a demon with birds and beasts is completely different from my transformation into demons with flowers, plants and trees.
” All three of gods are available.”
“And I, Huamu, belong to the genus of Huamu, which lacks the genus of God by nature, and only has spirit and spirit.”
“In this way, even if my Huamu becomes a demon, I can only maintain the body of Huamu and cannot transform into form.”
“Back then The master of the old body is the god who endowed the old body with the rhyme of Taoism, so that the old body can be transformed.”
Said, the ancestor of the fairy gourd lifted the vine in his hand again, and looked at the seven small gourds with a headache: “These seven Little guy, you have already enlightened, but…”
Saying that, the ancestor of the fairy gourd looked at Song Tuizhi: “Little Yongzi, can you try your enlightenment of Confucianism?”
Song Tui frowned and walked to the seven small In front of the gourd, he opened his mouth to say a Confucian enlightenment classic, a gentle breeze rose out of thin air, wrapped around the seven little gourds, and in the sound of the wind, the scriptures just uttered by Song Tuzhi kept murmuring.
But at this moment, I saw the seven little gourds swaying and colliding with each other, and occasionally there were crisp sounds from inside.
“Don’t listen, don’t listen, bastard chant scriptures…”
“Mumbling, what are you talking about?”
“Ah… I don’t want to go to class… Grandma, I don’t want to go to class—”
“I’m so sleepy… This is hypnosis again Is it?”
Song Tuizhi’s face darkened.
Thinking of him as a great Confucian with a dignified mind, he has surpassed the existence of six layers of 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 gourds I actually dislike it…
A rotten wood cannot be carved!
If it wasn’t for the fairy gourd ancestor, he would have made all seven small gourds into ornaments!
The Patriarch Xianhu gave a wry smile, cupped his 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, Daoist Daoist priests, and even went to the west to meet him with shame. See Buddhist Bodhisattvas. But these seven little guys…”
“No matter Buddhism, Taoism, or Confucianism, they can’t listen to them.”
“But if they can’t listen to these mantras of heaven, they will have no way to condense their charm and get rid of the shape of vegetation.”
” I am really worried.”
Chen Luo understood the words of the ancestor Xianhu.
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 ancestor of the fairy gourd made another bow, and Chen Luo Nodding his head, he took the gourd vine.
“Mother-in-law, ask more questions.”
“Do these little gourds have a grandfather?”
…
Shouyang Mountain. White Jade Palace.
Great Celestial Master Qingwei held a jade slip of letter in his hand, and frowned slightly. A piece of green grass stood on top of the Taoist crown, hanging down in a humane manner, gently rubbing his brows, and 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 took the order and turned around It turned into a white crane again and flew out of Baiyun Palace.
…
The carriage creaked and walked on the way out of the city.
Chen Luo finally decided to live in Sanxizhuang for two days.
It’s not to avoid the invitations of those princes and nobles, or to find a peaceful pastoral environment for Xiao Hulu.
Leaning on the carriage, Chen Luo fell into a dream…
… in the
dreamland of flowers.
“Spirit of Dreamland!” Chen Luo opened his mouth and yelled, and after a while, the trees in the entire flower forest shook slightly, a gust of wind blew, and the leaves formed a human shape.
“Master, why did you call me?”
“I ask you, what would happen if I remembered the stories from the previous world and just told them?” Chen Luo asked directly.
The leaf figure was silent for a moment, and said—
“Master, you must understand that all the books in the Dreamland Flower Forest are in the master’s mind, but they are only covered by heaven. If the master tells similar story fragments, then the Dreamland Flower Forest The whole story in the book no longer exists.”
“That is to say, the master cannot get this story from the Dreamland Flower Forest.”
Chen Luo nodded, he understood this explanation, for example, he told someone “Wu Song Fighting the tiger” section, the entire “Water Margin” will disappear in the dreamland flower forest.
“Secondly, the new stories narrated by the master will not gather the spirit of the book. If the spirit of culture is not enough, they cannot be written in elegant language.”
“Third, dictating stories that do not exist in this world not only consumes luck, but also requires Hongchen Qi assists.”
After hearing this, Chen Luo’s face darkened a little, 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 gourd in his hand. Those seven little gourds 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 gourds are successfully transformed, 10% of the gourd monsters under his tent 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 gourd.
“Bastard, get your dirty hands away!”
“Oh, I was touched, I’m not clean anymore!”
“Tell the mother-in-law, kill him!”
“Do you want to mess with us? It’s a good idea!”
“Little gourd I swear not to be a slave!”
…
Chen Luo: (╬ ̄盘 ̄)
Chen Luo: How about discussing it with the fourth senior brother and making them all into decorations!
…
When we arrived at Sanxizhuang, it was already dark.
Chen Luo carried the gourd 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 gourd vine to Ji Zhong.
“Xiao Ji, go to the yard and get a shelf to put the gourd 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”?” A little girl asked timidly. Chen Luo patted
the little girl’s head: “I’ll teach you another song…” ”
What song?” The theme of the lectures is cartoons, and they are all for children in the second and third grades. I showed them three clips of animation: “Black Cat Sheriff”, “Gourd Baby”, and “Avanti”. I was very worried that the children would not like these movies, because they only watched the animations of “Pleasant Goat”. As a result, watching “Black Cat Sheriff”, the episode where Inspector White Pigeon sacrificed, the children cried. Watching the episode of “Avanti” selling shadows, the children spontaneously applauded watching “Gourd Baby”, don’t mention it, at the end, there were endless shouts of “Grandpa, Grandpa” in the corridor… Okay, The seven little ones in the story only came out. However, it will be quite different from the gourd baby you know… To predict what will happen next, let’s see the breakdown in the next chapter. (end of this chapter)
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