I became a saint with idle books

“Patriarch, you died so miserably…”

“Master, quickly collect these paper money, don’t be stingy when you encounter evil spirits…”

“Master, don’t come back to us, we will worship you on time…”

……

The cry of grief lingered in Chen Luo’s ears, and Chen Luo opened his eyes.

In the white building, the huge “Dian” sign hangs in the center, and the pen is powerful. Chen Luo lowered his head, dressed in a red robe of delicate material, and there were gold and jade carvings in an orderly manner at hand…

Chen Luo sat up from the coffin, and a simple spiritual hall came into view, and a little maid below was crying perfunctorily while burning paper money.

Chen Luo was about to open his mouth to greet the little maid, when suddenly a chaotic memory suddenly surged in, making Chen Luo unconsciously shiver, and an irrepressible moan came out of his mouth.

The little maid below, who was crying, finally heard the movement, raised her head, and looked at Chen Luo.

At this time, Chen Luo was being forcibly poured into a frenzy-like memory, and his face was hideous.

“Ah-”

Only to hear a scream through the golden cracked stone shouted from the mouth of the little maid, and the little maid crawled out of the spirit hall with a rolling belt, shouting as she ran——

“It’s not good, the head of the family is cheating the corpse…”

……

Ignoring the little maid’s terrified screams, Chen Luo struggled to digest the memories in his mind and quickly understood his situation.

He, crossed …

He crossed over to Chen Luo, who had the same name and surname in this world.

Chen Luo, Zi Dongliu, nineteen years old, both parents died, has a sister and a house, the head of the Chen Mansion in Wan’an County, Luning Province, Daxuan Dynasty, Shuxiang Mendi. Literate at three, write poetry at five, recite classics at seven, achieve nothing at nineteen …

Ahem, this unimportant memory should not be delved into.

“I’m dead…” Chen Luo glanced at the coffin he was in and came to a conclusion, “Strictly speaking, it is Chen Luo of this world who is dead. ”

“But how did he die? Chen Luo tried to recall the memories in his mind, and soon understood the beginning and end of the matter.

Since the fifteenth of last month, he has begun to die in Chen Mansion. At first, the tenants and Zhuangding in the manor began to die.

At first, the county magistrate thought it was a plague and sent Langzhong to check it, but found that everything was normal. But people continue to die one by one.

Yamen was also anxious, but the deceased had no external injuries or internal injuries, and there were no symptoms at all, so it was rumored that this was an evil method.

The Evil One, the Evil Dragon is also.

Sure enough, the rumors are generally correct. Chen Luo smiled bitterly, his predecessor was one of the deceased, and Chen Luo also saw the murderer in his previous memory.

It’s a ghost!

According to the memory of his predecessor, Chen Luo knew that in this world, Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism stood side by side; Human, demon, and brute coexist; This ghost theory really exists.

Chen Luo saw that the ghost creature got into his dream, and in the dream, the ghost pulled out a three-foot-long tongue, wrapped it around his neck, and pulled it hard, Chen Luo’s head in the dream seemed to be twisted off, and the outside body was also broken.

Chen Luo also heard the ghost whisper in his ear: “The Chen family… Death…”

Chen Luo fought a cold war, this kind of horror-like memory is better not to sit in the coffin and recall. He carefully climbed out of the coffin and sat down in a chair.

The enemy is a ghost, and he never dies. What to do? Wait online, it’s quite urgent.

Chen Luo began to try to recall and see if there was a solution.

In this world, since there are ghosts, there is naturally a way to destroy ghosts, otherwise the world will not become a ghost. To say that ghosts are exterminated, the most professional is naturally the Daomen.

In his memory, Chen Fu also found the Daoist courtyard set up by the Daomen in Wan’an County, but the group of ox-nosed Taoists actually ran to participate in Luo Tiandai, who was once a jiazi, leaving only a few useless little Daoists to guard.

The Chen Mansion, the surrounding county town, naturally sent people to inquire, and the reply was the same, all of them were not at home.

There is no Tao, and there is a Buddha!

It stands to reason that the thunder and karmic fire of the Buddha Gate also have the effect of subduing ghosts, but the relationship between the Great Xuan Dynasty and the Buddha Kingdom of the Western Regions has always been cold, and naturally they are not allowed to set up temples in the territory, so the Chen family did not know where to invite those high-ranking monks for a while.

Finally, there is Confucianism, which cultivates a vast body of righteousness, and ghosts and gods are easy to change. But the key is that you can only protect yourself, not others.

No solution!

“Ding-”

Chen Luo made a noise himself.

Nothing happens.

What’s going on? Isn’t Goldfinger crossover standard? Why is it not ringing now.

“System, host call…” Chen Luo’s voice was a little anxious.

Silence.

There was no goldfinger!

What kind of joke, what he traveled through is not the ancient times of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, but a fantasy world that flies into the sky! “Cement glass papermaking, perfume gunpowder penicillin” This set may not work…

What’s more, he is still being chased and killed by a ghost right now!

This can’t be said without giving a golden finger!

“Could it be that the signal of the Spirit Hall is not good? Chen Luo comforted himself and walked towards the outside of the Spirit Hall. But as soon as one foot stepped out of the threshold of the spiritual hall, a warm and fishy liquid came towards him, drenching him from head to toe. Chen Luo’s vision instantly turned bright red, and he couldn’t see clearly ahead for a while.

At this time, a noisy sound of footsteps sounded. Chen Luo only heard an old hoarse voice shouting: “Hurry up, the black dog blood can’t trap him for long…”

Immediately afterwards, Chen Luo felt a pain in his back, as if he had been knocked on a stick, stumbled forward two steps, and fell to the ground. At this time, it was the old voice who shouted again: “The corpse is most afraid of coffin nails, quickly take the coffin nails and nail him!” ”

“Groove! Chen Luo’s heart tightened, struggling to get up, and drank high in his mouth, “I’m not dead, I…” But before he finished speaking, he was hit with a stick on the back of his head, and suddenly the whole brain seemed to have a buzzer ringing, and the sky was spinning. Chen Luo was confused to see two figures rushing towards him, holding iron nails six or seven inches long in their hands.

“It’s over, I’m going to be Jesus! Chen Luo sighed in his heart, and at the last moment when he lost consciousness, he suddenly heard a crisp female voice in his ears-“Stop me!” ”

Chen Luo saw a figure running towards him, and in an instant, this figure coincided with a figure in his memory. Chen Luo opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn’t shout, so he fainted…

Chen Luo seemed to have had a dream.

In his dream, he saw countless huge pens like rafters falling from the sky and inserting into the earth like ink, and then flowers bloomed at the tips of those giant pens. The originally lifeless world instantly turned into a sea of flowers.

At this time, a loud and distant voice echoed in Chen Luo’s mind:

“The history of the book is heavenly and the way is said, and the book is righteous and the appearance of the world. ”

“You refine the Yang God and he cultivate Buddha, and the red dust has me laughing to the sky. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw that several petals on a huge pen on the ground fell off, floating in front of Chen Luo, the petals overlapped together, turning into a page of paper full of words, Chen Luo reached out to take it, and as a result, his hand touched the page. But the paper turned into light and shone into his own hall.

Chen Luo seemed to be poured from his head by a basin of cold water, and his body was full of excitement, at this time, he clearly felt that there was an extra paragraph in his mind, that is——

“The Legend of Zhong Kui”!

Ghost-catcher, Zhong Kui!