"But...what is this?"
Chen Luo stretched out a finger, and with a slight movement of his mind, he saw a wisp of mist-like, glittering gas coming out of Chen Luo's fingertips, wrapping around Chen Luo's fingers like a smoke snake.
When he had written nearly 50,000 words, Chen Luo noticed that a colorful mist the size of a soybean appeared in his body. After feeling it carefully, he realized that every time he finished writing a word of "The Swordsman", there would be a tiny trace of mist. Mist is produced in the body.
Now that almost one-third of the book has been completed, the mist the size of a soybean has condensed to the size of a finger.
"Is this Qi?" Chen Luo was a little confused. As far as he knew, "Qi" is the basis of practice in this world and needs to be obtained by reciting classics. Therefore, there are only three qi in the world.
The green energy is the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism.
Purple Qi is the innate source of Taoism.
The golden energy is the true meaning of reincarnation in Buddhism.
In addition to these three kinds of qi, there is also the term "half-dao qi", which refers to the dynasty's luck, and the color is determined by the five virtues of the dynasty. For example, the Daxuan Dynasty belongs to the golden virtue, and the corresponding color is white.
Apart from this, there is no other "qi" in the world.
"Master, Master..." Xiaohuan suddenly rushed into the study, scaring Chen Luo to the point that the colorful mist on his hand quickly penetrated into his body.
"What's wrong?"
"Outside...there's someone outside who died in front of our house." Xiaohuan pointed in the direction of the door with one hand, pressed his chest with one hand, and gasped.
"Go take a look..." Chen Luo stood up and walked out. When Chen Xuan and Chen Ping left in the morning, they took everyone in the mansion outside the city. The servants had not had time to recall them, so at this time, Chen Luo and Xiaohuan were the only ones in the city mansion. Only he can handle this kind of thing.
"Miss's makeup powder is used up. I wanted to buy some new ones. But when I opened the door, I saw him lying in front of our house. I was scared to death." When he came to the door, Xiaohuan pointed to a stone lion in front of the door. As expected, Chen Luo saw a man leaning on a stone lion, his head drooped, looking lifeless. Naturally, there were many people watching the excitement around.
Chen Luo slowly approached the other party. Xiaohuan pulled Chen Luo's sleeve from behind and whispered: "Master, let's report to the official. You have just woken up. What if his ghost collides with you again?"
Chen Luo felt warm in his heart. This little maid looked carefree, but she didn't expect that she still cared about him. As expected, she followed her master. When she was about to give Xiao Huan a bright smile to express her gratitude, she heard Xiao Huan say again: "You It doesn't matter if I get hit, but I'm the only one in the house and I'm scared..."
Sure enough, it was still the Xiaohuan I knew!
Chen Luo ignored Xiao Huan and walked to the man. To be honest, with Zhong Kui protecting him, he really wasn't afraid of any kid now.
Chen Luo looked at the other person carefully. His face was dirty. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as himself. He was a boy. He was holding a broken sword in his hand. His ragged shirt revealed a body full of scars.
"You miserable man..."
Chen Luo stretched out his hand to explore the other person's nose, and sure enough, he could no longer feel his breathing. He then touched the other person's pulse, but could not feel the beating of the pulse.
"Totally dead..." Chen Luo sighed, stood up, and was about to ask Xiaohuan to hire passers-by to report to the police, when he suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the corpse on the ground——
"Gu..."
Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, then squatted down and said softly: "High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods."
"The skin of the soup dumplings is thin, even translucent. When you open your mouth and take a bite, the delicious juice inside will flow into your mouth. When you bite the meat ball soaked in juice, it will not be fat or greasy, and it will be smooth in the mouth..."
"Gu..."
"Liangshan pork is roasted with the skin on. The tender and thick skin is the essence of the pork. The best heat is when it is roasted until golden in color. The large pieces of lean meat are served with dipping sauce made from chili, soybeans and sesame seeds. Not to mention the fragrance..."
"Hiss..." Xiaohuan who was standing aside took a sip. Although she didn't know what the soup dumplings and Liangshan pork the young master was talking about, but these words matched the young master's strange tone, Xiaohuan still couldn't help it. Drooling consciously.
Almost at the same time, the "dead" corpse suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Chen Luo's sleeve, and said weakly: "Tell me two more paragraphs..."
"Xiaohuan, go get a bowl of porridge!" Chen Luo ordered. Xiaohuan was stunned for a moment and hurriedly ran into Chen's house. After a while, Xiaohuan ran out holding a bowl and handed it to Chen Luo: "Master, it's just a little bit... cold!"
"It's okay!" Chen Luo took the small bowl and handed it to the other person's mouth, "Can you hear me? I'll feed you some porridge, and you can swallow it slowly..."
After saying that, just as Chen Luo was about to feed the porridge into the ragged boy's mouth, a golden light suddenly flashed in the boy's mouth, blocking the white porridge from the boy's mouth.
"Namo Amitabha..." a Buddha's name sounded behind Chen Luo, "Don't worry, little donor, he can't eat any food!"
Chen Luo frowned slightly and followed the voice, only to see a fair-faced monk wearing cassocks standing not far away, folding his hands and saluting him.
"Buddhist disciple!" Chen Luo's heart moved. This was the first time he saw Buddhism in this world. It looked somewhat similar to the Buddhism in the world he was familiar with.
"Master, why is this so?" Chen Luo asked sincerely.
The monk's expression remained unchanged and he said: "The poor monk told him to 'shut up' and he was not allowed to eat a grain of rice or even a drop of water for ten days."
Xiaohuan frowned and stood up: "Are you, a monk, killing someone? If a normal person doesn't eat or drink for ten days, he's going to die, so he won't be afraid of the government arresting you!"
The monk smiled slightly, took out a piece of paper from his arms and said: "This benefactor borrowed three hundred taels of silver from the poor monk and made a bet with the poor monk. If he does not eat a grain of rice or drink a drop of water within ten days, if If you can do it, the debt will be written off. If you can't do it, you have to recognize the poor monk as your teacher, return to the Buddhist realm in the West with the poor monk, and become a novice monk."
"If he can't stand it, but refuses to admit defeat to the poor monk, and eventually dies of starvation and thirst, he will pay for it with his own life, and we will not owe each other anything."
"Now, there are still two days left until the end of the loan period."
Just when Chen Luo was about to speak, Xiao Huan cursed: "You monk, don't lie to me! This guy's clothes are in tatters and he doesn't even have a good sword. You said he asked you for three hundred taels, that silver Woolen cloth?"
After hearing Xiaohuan's words, the people watching around started talking and pointing at the monk. The monk was not in a hurry, and said slowly: "There are a pair of brothers in Qiansong County. The elder brother raises horses for a wealthy family. The younger brother got on the horse to play, but the horse was frightened and the younger brother fell from the horse. In order to save his younger brother, the older brother shot three arrows in a row. He killed a good horse. The wealthy family demanded three hundred taels in compensation, otherwise he would be taken to the official. My younger brother felt guilty and put a price tag on the roadside to sell himself, but the price was three hundred taels."
"Three hundred taels. If you can buy twenty children like him, no one will buy him." The monk said calmly, without a trace of emotion. "Someone who opened a gambling house told him that they can be sold separately." It’s more valuable than selling it whole.”
"Cut off a finger, ten taels; stab yourself, twenty taels; an ear, thirty taels, an eye, eighty taels..."
"When the little benefactor broke into the underground gambling house, the younger brother had lost a pair of ears and an eye, which was pitiful... The gambler was beaten to death by the little benefactor. But the younger brother grabbed the little benefactor and said The other party hasn’t given him any money yet!”
"The young benefactor then borrowed three hundred taels of silver from the poor monk and gave it to him along with his valuable belongings and clothes."
"The little donor is so kind-hearted, and he is indeed destined to be a Buddhist..."
"Your sister!" Chen Luo scolded, "I will pay back these three hundred taels for him, please unlock the spell quickly!"
The monk shook his head slightly: "No, no, no, this poor monk doesn't want money, he just wants disciples!"
Chen Luo's face showed an angry look, "One thousand taels!"
The monk still shook his head: "Money is like dung to me. As long as he survives ten days, the poor monk will not be in trouble."
"He's going to die soon!"
"The poor monk knows, but he has a bet with the poor monk first. If he wins, the three hundred taels will be written off in one lump sum. If he loses, he can either become my disciple or pay for it with his life!"
As he spoke, the monk looked at the young man and said, "Donor, as long as you nod your head, the poor monk will immediately unlock the spell."
The boy who was awakened by Chen Luo didn't have the strength to turn his head, but opened his mouth slightly——
Pooh!
…
Chen Luo suddenly lost his anger, looked at the monk coldly, and shouted: "Xiaohuan!"
Xiaohuan quickly approached Chen Luo, and Chen Luo whispered a few words to Xiaohuan. Xiaohuan was stunned for a moment, glanced at Chen Luo in confusion, but turned around and ran away.
Chen Luo ignored the monk and walked back to the ragged boy, patting him on the shoulder gently: "Hold on a little longer and I can help you..."
