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My experience in another world
Author: Suyin
Summary:
A story about traveling to a different world and becoming stronger by gaining experience through proficiency and abilities.
Chapter 1 Adventure
April, 638th year of Daliang.
Qingfengguan, Qingshan County, backyard kitchen.
Sitting in front of the long wooden table, Chen Mu took a bite of the multi-grain vegetable cake. The rough texture made him grin.
He is not of this world.
In his previous life, he was just an ordinary socially anxious otaku. When he woke up, he found himself in a different body and place, and traveled here through another corpse.
His predecessor was also called Chen Mu. He was a poor scholar who made a living by writing and painting portraits.
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, but for some unknown reason, he lost consciousness when he woke up, leaving Chen Mu to take over his place.
"Chengming, your master hasn't come back yet?" An old Taoist in his fifties chatted while washing dishes.
The other person’s surname is He, and he is a Taoist priest who works fire at Qingfeng Temple.
Hearing the question, a little Taoist boy of eight or nine years old next to Chen Mu puffed up his cheeks and said incoherently: "No."
"Hey, it seems that the evil spirit that has resurrected from a dead body is quite fierce." Taoist He narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Mu.
Chen Mu: “…”
"You know, it is said that the person who was possessed by the evil spirit this time was a poor scholar. After waking up, he seemed like a different person. He couldn't write well, couldn't speak fluently, and didn't recognize any of his neighbors. That's how the villagers discovered his true identity." Taoist He lowered his voice and whispered to Chen Mu, his face full of meaning.
Chen Mu: "..." Why the hell are you telling me this? I don't want to hear it!
Chen Mu tried his best to pull the corners of his mouth and gave the other party a polite but not awkward smile.
"Master is the best." Cheng Ming raised his head and swallowed the vegetable pancake in his mouth, saying with pride.
"That's right. No matter how powerful the evil spirit is, it can be destroyed by a fire. Don't you think so?" Taoist He raised his eyebrows at Chen Mu and said with a relaxed look.
Chen Mu: "..." I wasn't going to be discovered right after I came through, was I?!
Chen Mu glanced at the little Taoist boy who was about eight or nine years old... Well, this one can be knocked down easily.
Then I looked at the short, fat and sturdy Taoist priest who was a pyrotechnician... Well, I really can't beat this one!
Just when Chen Mu was wondering whether he should pick up the bucket and run away, He Daoren lowered his head to wash the dishes again.
Chen Mu let out a long breath.
But, evil? What the hell?
A series of strange memories emerged from the depths of my mind.
This world has had legends of gods and ghosts since ancient times, and my predecessor has heard them since childhood. There are always strange events around me called evil spirits.
Some people died inexplicably, some disappeared mysteriously, and some people changed their temperament drastically and didn't recognize their relatives.
These inexplicable and incomprehensible things are all classified as evil events.
This was not uncommon in Daliang State, and there were even people in the government offices who specialized in managing such incidents.
As for people whose temperament has changed drastically and who are possessed by evil spirits, the best way to deal with them is to start a fire - burn them to death!
"I must not let anyone find out that I changed the core!" Chen Mu thought as he took a big bite of the dry and hard multi-grain vegetable cake.
……
Qingfeng Temple Library.
After sending away the little Taoist boy Chengming who was leading the way for him, Chen Mu stared at the Taoist scriptures on the desk in worry.
The world has changed and the language and writing are different.
If he hadn't inherited the memories of his previous life, he wouldn't even know how to read!
"Maybe he inherited the writing ability from his predecessor? After all, from what I remember, writing calligraphy doesn't seem that difficult."
With a glimmer of hope, Chen Mu picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote three big words in a casual manner - Root Sutra.
Looking at the three neatly written characters, Chen Mu's face turned bitter.
The calligraphy looks okay, but compared with its predecessor, it is several years behind.
Anyone who knows a little bit can tell the difference at a glance.
The handwriting has changed drastically, the behavior is suspicious, and the ghost is resurrecting through a dead body...why does it sound so familiar?
If it is really recognized as an evil invasion, then it would be a disaster, right?
Chen Mu couldn't help but look at his right wrist.
"Do I have to injure myself?"
Thinking of those people who were burned to death due to evil spirits, Chen Mu couldn't help but shudder.
"I don't want to get burned!"
"As long as you fall at the right angle and land on your hand in a confrontational position, the cartilage in your wrist can be easily bruised."
"With a wrist injury, it's inevitable that the handwriting will change drastically." Chen Mu thought to himself.
"To be safe, it's better to just break my arm!" Chen Mu thought fiercely while gritting his teeth.
Just as he was about to get up and go out, looking for a suitable angle to perform the scene of breaking his arm by falling on the ground.
There was a sudden flash before my eyes.
A translucent gray wall suddenly appeared before my eyes.
Chen Mu subconsciously stretched out his hands and pushed forward, and his hands passed through the wall in a flash.
What the hell?
It took a long while for Chen Mu to react.
The iron-gray towering wall in front of me that occupies my entire field of vision is not a physical entity, but an image that appears directly on my retina.
Time travel benefits?
Looking carefully, I saw a row of powerful handwriting at the bottom of the wall, as if it was carved with a knife or an axe.
The handwriting protrudes from the wall, sharp and crisp, and a sense of antiquity comes to the face.
Writing: 7136/10000/first level.
Goldfinger?
that's nice!
……
Chen Mu quickly accepted the existence of the gray wall.
Since you have traveled through time, it is not unusual for a golden finger to appear.
As for whether there was any mastermind behind this incident, Chen Mu didn't care at all.
In his previous life, he was just an ordinary otaku.
Now that I have traveled through time, I have also received a golden finger.
It would give him the opportunity to open his mind, have no scruples, and forge ahead into a whole new world. Even if it was a conspiracy, Chen Mu would be happy with it.
This will be a great adventure!
The cheat code is easy to understand, it is similar to the proficiency system of third-rate online games.
Whenever he wanted, the gray wall would appear before his eyes.
Moreover, the grey wall was translucent, just like wearing colored glasses, which did not affect his ability to see other things at all.
Chen Mu thought about it, picked up the brush, and wrote three words casually.
The numbers on the gray wall remained unchanged.
Chen Mu seemed to be thinking about something and picked up the pen to write again.
This time he concentrated fully on writing every stroke, thinking about the font structure as he wrote.
Constantly compare and improve the fonts in the memory of the predecessor.
Something magic happened.
A series of insights emerged from the bottom of his heart, allowing him to clearly feel the difference between his handwriting and that of his predecessor. It made him understand how to improve in order to get closer to, or even surpass, his predecessor's handwriting.
“Diligent practice will improve proficiency, and improved proficiency will lead to real insights and real improvement in ability.”
Chen Mu couldn't help but grin.
With proficiency, what is there for him to fear?
The handwriting was found to have changed drastically? Not happening.
Isn't it just the liver?
Chen Mu spread out the original Taoist scripture and found the scriptures that his predecessor had copied as a disguise.
He put away the white paper and brush used for copying scriptures, took a new brush and began to dip it in water to practice calligraphy.
He didn't know how long it would take to reach his predecessor's level.
Using pen, ink and white paper directly will waste a lot of paper and also leave traces of your practice writing.
It's just fine to write with water, and when you're done wipe it off and there's nothing left.
Chapter 2 Evil Spirits