Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 89: Ding dong dong dong dang (below)

"Ha... hatched the gourd?" Chen Luo opened his mouth wide and looked at the ancestor of the fairy gourd. Song Tuizhi's eyes flickered with blue light, and several hexagram phantoms flashed in his pupils. Then he asked suspiciously: "Old gourd, I think these little gourds have already activated their intelligence, enough to turn demons..."

Patriarch Xianhu sighed and nodded.

"You're right, Xiao Yongzi, these seven little dolls have indeed opened their intelligence, but you also know that the transformation of birds and beasts into monsters is completely different from the transformation of my flowers, plants and trees into monsters."

"There is no doubt that the birds and beasts and the human race are complete with essence, energy and spirit."

"And I belong to the genus of flowers and trees. I was born without the genus of gods, and only has essence and qi."

"In this way, even if my flowers and trees become demons, they can only maintain the body of flowers and trees, and cannot change their shape."

"The master of the old body in those days was the **** who gave the old body with Taoism, and the old body was transformed."

Having said that, the ancestor of the fairy gourd raised the vine in his hand again, and looked at the seven little gourds with a headache: "These seven little guys have long been enlightened, but..."

Speaking, the ancestor of Xianhu looked at Song Tuizhi: "Little Yongzi, can you try the enlightenment of your Confucianism?"

Song Tuizhi frowned, walked to the seven small gourds, and said a classic of Confucian enlightenment. A gentle breeze rose out of nowhere and wrapped around the seven small gourds. Song Tui was in the wind. The meaning of the scriptures that he just said kept whispering.

Only at this moment, I saw the seven small gourds swaying and colliding with each other, and occasionally there was a crisp sound inside.

"Don't listen, don't listen, the **** recites the scriptures..."

"Mumbling, what are you saying?"

"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.

I think he is a dignified Confucian in a state of mind. He has surpassed the existence of six layers of mountains and seas. He is considered to be the top person in the world. If he lectures on the scriptures, I don’t know how many mountain spirits and monsters will fight to the death for a seat to listen to the lecture. These seven The little gourd actually dislikes it...

Dead wood cannot be carved!

If it wasn't for the ancestor of the fairy gourd, he would have to make all the seven small gourds into ornaments!

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 have looked for a Confucian scholar, a Taoist Taoist, and even turned his face away. The West met the Buddha and Bodhisattva. But these seven little guys..."

"No matter Buddhism, Taoism or Confucianism, they will not listen to them."

"But if you can't listen to these heavenly mantras, there is no way to condense the charm and get rid of the shape of vegetation."

"It's really sad."

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

Isn't this the fact that the parents paid a lot of money to hire a professor-level tutor, but the child couldn't hear a word?

Usually the mother is kind and the son is filial, and she guides chickens and dogs to jump!

"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 thank you gift. Please don't refuse Chen Xiaoyou."

The ancestor of the fairy gourd bowed again, Chen Luo nodded and took the gourd vine.

"Mother-in-law, ask a question."

"Do these little gourds have grandpa?"

…

Shouyang Mountain. White Jade Palace.

The Great Celestial Master of Qingwei held a jade slip in his hand and frowned slightly. A green grass stands on the top of the crown, hangs down humanely, lightly rubs the delicate brow, and exudes a fresh aroma.

Qing smiled faintly and changed her voice: "Boy!"

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

"Mother Jin Chan wrote to say that there is a change in the restricted area of ​​​​Fuyun Mountain, and sent a letter to let the two Taoists Tianling and Ziluo take a look. Don't let the things over there run out."

"Yes!" The white crane boy took the order, turned and turned into a white crane again, and flew out of the White Cloud Palace.

…

The squeaky carriage was on its way out of the city.

Chen Luo finally decided to stay at Sanxi Village for two days.

Not to avoid the invitations of the princes and nobles, but to find a peaceful and rural environment for Xiao Hulu.

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

…

In the dreamland of flowers.

"Spirit of a dream!" Chen Luo opened his mouth and shouted. 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, what are you calling me?"

"I ask you, what would happen if I remembered the story from the previous world and told 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 dream flower forest are in the master's mind, but they are only covered by heaven. If the master tells a similar story fragment, then the whole story in the dream flower forest will be lost. No longer exists."

"In other words, the owner cannot get this story from the Dreamland Flower Forest."

Chen Luo nodded. He understood the explanation. For example, if he told people about the episode "Wusong fights the tiger", the entire "Water Margin" would disappear in the dreamland of flowers.

"Secondly, the new story told by the host will not condense the spirit of calligraphy. If the spirit of Wenhua is not enough, it cannot be written in Yawen."

"Third, telling stories that do not exist in this world not only consumes air, but also requires red dust to assist."

After hearing this, Chen Luo's face became a little heavy. This rule really blocked all the openings.

"Okay, I got it."

Chen Luo waved his hand and woke up from the dreamland of flowers...

…

Chen Luo opened his eyes again and looked at the colorful gourd in his hand. The seven small gourds were only about the size of a palm, and they looked exquisite and lovely.

"I wouldn't be too lazy to do this business if it wasn't for the grandfather of the fairy gourd..." Chen Luo thought to himself~IndoMTL.com~ The grandfather of the fairy gourd indeed gave a great gift, saying that only seven small The gourd was successfully transformed, and 10% of the gourd demon under his account was given to him.

That's 10% of Hutong's shares.

Not to mention the benefits, let's just say that the Minister of War has made a lot of promises to the ancestor of the Xian Gourd in order to have more quota for the delivery of supplies this time.

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 said in a low voice, reached out and touched the small gourd.

"Asshole, get your dirty hands off!"

"Oops, I was touched, I'm not clean!"

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

"Do you want to beat us? Think beautifully!"

"Little Gourd vows not to be a slave!"

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Chen Luo: (╬￣ dish￣)

Chen Luo: Otherwise, discuss it with the fourth senior brothers and make them into ornaments!

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When we arrived at Sanxi Village, it was already dark.

Chen Luo carried the gourd vine and walked into the yard. Zhuang Ding, who got the news, and the little newsboys all 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 to get a shelf and put the gourd and rattan on it." Then he looked at the many newsboys with a smile on his face, "Let's go, my uncle will tell you a story today."

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

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

"What song?"

"Ding dong dong dong dang, gourd baby..."