Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 89

“Hatch…Hatch the 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 on his face: “Old gourd, I think these little gourds have already activated their spiritual intelligence, which is enough to transform them into demons…”

Patriarch Xianhu sighed and nodded.

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

　　”Flying birds and beasts are undoubtedly the same as the human race, because their essence, energy, and spirit are all in place.”

　　”As for trees and flowers, they can only stay as flowers and trees. They are born without the genus of spirits, only essence, and energy.”

　　”In this way, even if my plants and flora become demons, they can only maintain their plant and flower bodies and cannot transform.”

　　”Back then, the master of this old body gave me some enlightenment from Taoism, so this 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 gourds with a headache: “These seven little guys have already enlightened, but…”

　　Saying that, Patriarch Xianhu looked at Song Tuizhi: “Little Yongzi, can you try with your Confucianism?”

　　Song Tuizhi frowned, walked up to the seven little gourds, and said a Confucian enlightenment classic, a gentle breeze rose out of thin air which wrapped around the seven little gourds, and the scriptures that Song Tuizhi was reciting came out circling in the air.

　　But at this moment, they saw the seven little gourds swaying and colliding with each other, and occasionally there were crisp sounds from inside.

　　”I’m not listening, not listening, some bastard is chanting some scriptures…”

　　”Mumbling, what are you even talking about?”

　　”Ah… I don’t want to go to class… Granny, I don’t want to go to class—”

　　”I’m so sleepy… Are they trying to hypnotize us to sleep again?”

　　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 I hold a lecture, I don’t know how many mountain spirits and goblins will fight to the death for a seat to listen to that. These seven little gourds actually dared to express dislike…

　　One cannot carve with rotten wood!

　　If it wasn’t for the ancestor Xianhu, 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 priests, and even shamelessly went to the west to meet Buddhist Bodhisattva. But these seven little guys…”

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

　　”But if you can’t listen to these mantras of heaven, you won’t be able to condense the charm and get rid of the shape of vegetation.”

　　”It’s really worrying about this old body.”

　　Listening to the words of the ancestor of the fairy gourd, Chen Luo knew it in his heart.

　　Isn’t this just that parents spend a lot of money to hire professor-level tutors, but the children won’t listen to a word?

　　Usually, the mother is kind and the son is filial, and the tutor is working hard like a dog!

　　”Chen little friend’s cultivation path is self-contained, but 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 Little Friend.”

　　Patriarch Xianhu bowed again, and Chen Luo nodded and 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 his voice: “Boy!”

　　A crane flew into the palace, turned into an eight or nine-year-old Taoist boy, and bowed to pay his 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. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at – “ ”

　　…

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

　　Chen Luo finally decided to live in Sanxi Villa for two days.

　　It’s not to avoid the invitations of those princes and nobles or to find a peaceful pastoral environment for the little gourds.

　　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 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 are you calling me?”

　　”Let me ask you, what would happen if I remembered the stories in the previous world and said them 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 heaven. If the master tells similar story fragments, then the entire story in the Dreamland Flower Forest will no longer exist. .”

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

　　Chen Luo nodded. He understood the explanation. For example, if he told someone about the “Wu Song Fighting the Tiger”, the entire “Water Margin” would disappear in the dreamland flower forest.

　　”Secondly, the new story narrated by the master will not summon 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 darkened a little. This rule really blocked all kinds of loopholes.

　　”Okay, got it.”

　　Chen Luo waved his hand and woke 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 would 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 it will bring. Just like a while back, the Minister of Military Affairs has made a lot of promises to the ancestor of the fairy gourd in order to have more allotment for transporting supplies.

　　This business can be done!

　　”You guys have to be obedient, after listening to my story, you have to come out for me to save your grandpa…”

　　Chen Luo whispered, and reached out to touch the small gourd.

　　”Bastard, get your dirty hands off!”

　　”Oh, I was touched, I’m not clean anymore!”

　　”Tell granny to kill him!”

　　”Do you want to mess with us? You’re thinking too simple!”

　　”Little gourd swears not to be a slave!”

　　…

　　Chen Luo: (╬￣皿￣)

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

　　…

　　When they arrived at Sanxi Villa, it was already dark.

　　Chen Luo carried the gourd vine and walked into the yard. After receiving the news, the caretaker of the villa 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 “Laughing in the Wind”?” 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, gourd baby…”