Daliang 638, April.
Qingfengguan, Qingshan County, backyard kitchen.
In front of the long wooden table, Chen Mu took a bite of the multigrain vegetable pancake, and the rough texture made him grin.
He is not of this world.
In his previous life, he was just a mediocre ordinary social-phobic otaku. When he woke up, he changed his body and changed his place.
His predecessor, also named Chen Mu, was a poor scholar who made a living by writing and painting.
This is not his home, his home is in Qingshan County at the foot of the mountain.
I came to Qingfeng Temple to make money by copying scriptures for the Taoist temple.
The predecessor had been here for two days. For some unknown reason, he lost consciousness when he woke up and asked Chen Mu to occupy the magpie's nest.
"Chengming, your master hasn't come back yet?" An old Taoist in his fifties chatted while washing the dishes.
The other party's surname is He, a Taoist Taoist priest from Qingfeng Temple.
Upon hearing the question, an eighty-nine-year-old Taoist boy next to Chen Mu puffed up his cheeks and said vaguely: "No."
"Hey, it seems that the evil spirit who borrowed the corpse to bring back the soul is quite fierce." He Daoren squinted at Chen Mudao.
Chen Mu: "..."
"You know, it is said that the person who was possessed this time was a poor scholar. When he woke up, he seemed to be a different person. He couldn't write well, couldn't speak clearly, and no one in the neighborhood knew anyone. Only then did the villagers discover the flaw." He Daoren He lowered his voice and spoke to Chen Mucho quietly, with a meaningful expression on his face.
Chen Mu: "..." Why are you telling me this? I do not want to hear!
Chen Mu managed to twitch the corners of his mouth and gave the other party a polite but not embarrassing smile.
"Master is the best." Chengming raised his head and swallowed the pancake in his mouth, saying proudly.
"That's right, no matter how powerful the evil spirit is, it will only be a matter of anger. You think so." He Daoren raised his eyebrows at Chen Mu and said with a relaxed expression.
Chen Mu: "..." You won't be discovered just after you pass through, right? !
Chen Mu glanced at the eight or nine-year-old Taoist boy... Well, this one can be knocked down easily.
Then he looked at the short, fat and thick Taoist Taoist priest... Well, I really can't beat this one!
Just when Chen Mu didn't know whether to carry the bucket and run away, He Daoren lowered his head to wash the dishes again.
Chen Mu let out a long breath.
However, evil spirits? What the hell?
A series of strange memories came out of the depths of my mind.
There have been legends of gods and ghosts in this world since ancient times. My predecessors heard about them since childhood. The surroundings are always accompanied by strange events called evil spirits.
Some people die inexplicably, some people disappear mysteriously, and some people's temperaments change so much that they no longer recognize their relatives.
These unexplainable and incomprehensible things are all classified as evil events.
This is not uncommon in the Liang Kingdom, and there are even people in the government offices who specialize in managing such incidents.
As for the way to deal with a person who has a drastic change in temperament and is possessed by evil spirits, it is really just a matter of fire - burn him to death!
"We must not let anyone find out that he has changed the core!" Chen Mu thought as he took a hard bite of the dry and hard multi-grain vegetable cake.
…
Qingfengguan Library.
After sending away the Chengming Taoist boy who was leading him, Chen Mu stared at the Taoist scriptures on his desk and worried.
The world has changed, the language and writing are different.
If he hadn't inherited the memory of his predecessor, he wouldn't know the words!
"Perhaps he inherited his predecessor's writing ability? After all, from memory, writing calligraphy doesn't seem to be that difficult."
With the slightest chance, Chen Mu picked up the brush, covered it with ink, and wrote down three big characters - Root Sutra.
Looking at Fang Zheng's three big characters, Chen Mu's face turned bitter.
This word seems okay, but compared with its predecessor, it is several years behind.
Anyone with a little knowledge can tell the difference at a glance.
Handwriting changed drastically, behavior suspicious, corpse resurrected... Why does it sound so familiar?
If we are really considered to be invaded by evil spirits, wouldn't we be done with it?
Chen Mu couldn't help but look at his right wrist.
"Is it possible that I have to make myself disabled?"
Chen Mu couldn't help but shudder when thinking about the people who were burned to death due to evil spirits in his memory.
"I don't want to be burned to death!"
"As long as you find a suitable angle to fall down and land your palms in a confrontational posture, the cartilage of your wrists can easily be bruised and bruised."
"With an injury to my wrist, it is inevitable that my handwriting will change drastically." Chen Mu thought to himself.
"Be on the safe side and just break your arm!" Chen Mu thought fiercely through gritted teeth.
Just when he was about to get up and go out, he found a suitable angle to perform and broke his arm on the ground.
There was a sudden flash in front of my eyes.
A translucent gray wall suddenly appeared in front of you.
Chen Mu subconsciously reached out and pushed forward, and his hands passed through the wall in one stroke.
What the hell?
It took a long time for Chen Mu to react.
The iron-gray towering wall that occupies the entire field of vision in front of him is not an entity, but an image that appears directly on his retina.
Time travel benefits?
Looking carefully, I saw a row of writings as sharp as a knife or an ax at the bottom of the wall.
He protruded from the wall, sharp and crisp, and a sense of simplicity and timelessness came to his face.
Writing: 7136/10000/First Order.
Goldfinger?
very nice!
…
Chen Mu quickly accepted the existence of gray walls.
I have traveled through time and space, and it is not normal for a golden finger to appear.
As for whether there was some mastermind behind this incident, Chen Mu didn't care at all.
In his previous life, he was just a mediocre and ordinary otaku.
Now they have traveled through time, and there is a golden finger.
It would give him the opportunity to open up his mind, move forward without any scruples, and move forward into a new world. Even if it was a conspiracy, Chen Mu would be happy with it.
This will be a great adventurous adventure!
Goldfinger is easy to understand, similar to the proficiency system of third-rate online games.
Whenever he thinks about it, gray walls appear before him.
Moreover, the gray walls are translucent, as if he is wearing colored glasses, which does not affect his ability to see other things at all.
Chen Mu thought for a while, picked up the brush, and wrote three words casually.
The numbers on the gray wall remained unchanged.
Chen Mu was thoughtful and picked up the pen to write again.
This time he concentrated on writing, stroke by stroke, thinking about the structure of the font as he wrote.
Constantly compare and improve with the fonts in the memory of the predecessor.
Something magical happened.
Bits of realization emerged from the bottom of his heart, making him clearly feel the difference from his predecessor's handwriting. Let him understand how to improve to get closer to, or even surpass, his predecessor's handwriting.
"Serious practice can improve proficiency. The improvement of proficiency will bring real insights and truly improve abilities."
Chen Mu couldn't help but grin.
With proficiency, he has nothing to fear.
Was the drastic change in handwriting discovered? nonexistent.
Isn't it just the liver?
Chen Mu spread out the original Taoist scriptures and found that his predecessor had copied the scriptures as a disguise.
I put away the white paper brush used for copying scriptures, took a new brush and started dipping it in water to practice calligraphy.
He doesn't know how long it will take to reach the level of his predecessor.
Using pen and ink directly on white paper will waste a lot of paper, and it will also leave practice handwriting.
Just dip it in water and write well, and once you wipe it off, there will be nothing left.
