"Hatch...hatch the gourd?" Chen Luo opened his mouth wide and looked at the ancestor of the immortal gourd. Song Tuizhi's eyes flashed with green light, and several hexagram images flashed in his pupils. Then he asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Old gourd, I think these little gourds have opened up their spiritual intelligence and are enough to turn into monsters..."
The ancestor of Xianhu sighed and nodded.
"You are right, little Yongzi. These seven little dolls have indeed opened up their spiritual intelligence, but you also know that the transformation of birds and animals into monsters is completely different from the transformation of my flowers, plants and trees into monsters."
"There is no doubt that birds and animals are different from humans. Essence, energy, and spirit are all present."
"As for my flower and tree attributes, I was born without the divine attribute, only essence and energy."
"In this way, even if my flowers and trees become monsters, I can only maintain the body of the flowers and trees and cannot transform."
"The owner of the old body in the past gave the old body the spirit with Taoist charm, so that the old body could transform."
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 become wise, but..."
Saying that, the ancestor of Xianhu looked at Song Tuizhi: "Xiao Yongzi, can you try to enlighten your Confucian sect?"
Song Tuizhi frowned, walked up to the seven small gourds, and spoke a Confucian enlightenment classic. A gentle breeze rose out of thin air and wrapped around the seven small gourds. Song Tuizhi's talent was constantly heard in the wind. The meaning of the scriptures is constantly murmuring.
Just at this moment, the seven small gourds were seen swaying and colliding with each other, and occasionally crisp sounds came from inside.
"Don't listen, don't listen, this bastard is chanting sutras..."
"Mutter, what are you talking about?"
"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 great scholar with an upright state of mind, has transcended six levels of mountains and seas, and is considered the highest-ranking person in the world. If there is a lecture, I don’t know how many mountain spirits and monsters will fight to the death for a seat. These seven little gourds I actually dislike it...
Rotten wood cannot be carved!
If the Immortal Gourd Ancestor hadn't held it, he would have made all seven small gourds into ornaments!
The ancestor of Xianhu gave a bitter smile, cupped his hands and expressed his apology to Song Tuizhi, and then looked at Chen Luo: "That's it... I have been to the Confucian sect and the Taoist sect, and I even lowered my face and went to the west to meet him. Meet the Buddhist Bodhisattva. But these seven little guys..."
"No matter whether it is Buddhism, Taoism or Confucianism, they will not listen to it."
"But if you can't listen to these heavenly mantras, you won't be able to condense your charm and get rid of the shape of grass and trees."
"I'm really sad."
Chen Luo understood clearly after listening to the words of the Xianhu Ancestor.
Isn't this the case where parents spend a lot of money to hire professor-level tutors, but their children can't hear a word they say?
Usually the mother is kind and the son is filial, but the tutoring is all over the place!
"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 immortal gourd made a bow again. Chen Luo nodded and took the gourd vine.
"Mother-in-law, please ask me more."
"Do these little gourds have a grandpa?"
…
Shouyang Mountain. White Jade Palace.
Grand Master Qingwei held a message jade slip in his hand and frowned slightly. There is a piece of green grass standing on top of the Taoist temple, hanging down in a humane manner, gently rubbing Qingwei's brow, exuding a fresh fragrance.
Qingwei smiled lightly and changed her voice: "Boy!"
A crane flew into the palace, transformed into an eighty-nine-year-old Taoist boy, and bowed to worship: "Here."
"Grandma Jin Chan sent a letter saying that there was something unusual in the restricted area of Fuyun Mountain. She sent a message to the Taoist masters Tian Ling and Zi Luo to go take a look. Don't let the things over there escape."
"Yes!" The White Crane boy accepted the order, turned around and turned into a white crane again, and flew out of Baiyun Palace.
…
The carriage creaked and creaked on its way out of the city.
Chen Luo finally decided to stay at Sanxi Village for two days.
It was not just to avoid the invitations from the princes and nobles, but also to find a peaceful pastoral environment for the little gourd.
Chen Luo leaned on the carriage and fell into a dream...
…
Dreamland in the flower forest.
"Spirit of Dreams!" Chen Luo opened his mouth and shouted. After a moment, the trees in the entire flower forest swayed 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 told them directly?" Chen Luo asked directly.
The leaf figure was silent for a moment and then said -
"The master must understand that all the books in the dreamland flower forest are in the master's mind, but they are just obscured 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."
Chen Luo nodded. He understood this explanation. For example, in "Water Margin", if he told people about the "Wu Song fights the tiger" scene, then the entire "Water Margin" would disappear in the dreamland of flowers.
"Secondly, the new story dictated by the master will not condense the spirit of the book. If the spirit of literature is not enough, it cannot be written in elegant prose."
"Third, telling a story that does not exist in this world not only consumes luck, but also requires the assistance of mortal energy."
After hearing this, Chen Luo's face became a little gloomy. This rule really blocked all the openings.
"Okay, 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 are only about the size of a palm, and they look really exquisite and cute.
"If it weren't for the heavy gift given by the ancestor of Xianhu, I wouldn't be too lazy to do this business..." Chen Luo thought to himself.
The Immortal Gourd Ancestor indeed gave a great gift, saying that as long as the seven small gourds successfully transformed, he would give him 10% of the gourd demons under his tent.
That's 10% of Houtong Company's shares.
Let’s not talk about benefits, let’s just say that the Minister of War made a lot of promises to the ancestor of Xianhu this time in order to increase the quota for transporting supplies.
This business can be done!
"You all have to be good. After listening to my story, come out and help me save grandpa..."
Chen Luo whispered, reaching out and touching the small gourd.
"Asshole, take your dirty hands away!"
"Oh, I was touched and I'm not clean anymore!"
"Tell my mother-in-law to beat him to death!"
"Do you want to trap us? That's a great idea!"
"Little Gourd swears not to be a slave!"
…
Chen Luo: (╬￣ Pan￣)
Chen Luo: How about discussing with Fourth Senior Brother to make them all into ornaments?
…
When we arrived at Sanxi Village, it was already dark.
Chen Luo walked into the yard carrying the gourd vine. After receiving the news, Zhuang Ding and the little newsboys stood at the door to greet him.
Looking at the clean smiling faces, Chen Luo felt happy and handed the gourd vine to Ji Zhong.
"Xiao Ji, go get a shelf in the yard and put the gourd vine 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 like "The Swordsman"?" a little girl asked timidly.
Chen Luo touched the little girl's head: "I'll teach you another song..."
"What song is it?"
"Ding-dong-dang-dang-dang, gourd baby..."
