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In the quiet library, the only sound is the slight sound of the brush rubbing against the table.
The rag used to wipe the water stains gradually became wet and soaked.
Chen Mu immersed himself in practicing calligraphy and never got tired of it.
He had never been so focused on one thing.
In his previous life, he had thought about practicing calligraphy.
But I bought a copybook and wrote two lines before I couldn't help but turn my head to look at my phone. I persisted for two days, but finally gave up.
The same is true in life.
Sometimes when I wake up, I feel that I am mediocre and want to change, but I fall into the same old situation again the next day.
The feeling of being awake and drowsy at the same time is like sleep paralysis, a nightmare that you can't wake up from.
But in this life, I am faced with the even more boring and difficult to learn calligraphy, a font that was completely unfamiliar to me a day ago.
Chen Mu, however, burst out with unprecedented enthusiasm.
The feeling of knowing how to improve the next word after writing each one makes him unable to stop and feel very satisfied!
Around two o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Mu's stomach growled.
The feeling of hunger woke him up from his immersion.
The water-written words on the desktop are slowly drying up.
The grey wall appeared before my eyes again.
Writing: 8056/10000/first level;
Chen Mu carefully enjoyed the feeling of being left wanting more.
He was grateful to whoever had gotten him here.
……
Lunch was brought by the little Taoist boy Chengming.
Three whole grain vegetable cakes, a plate of boiled green leafy vegetables, and a bowl of porridge.
Chen Mu ate voraciously, finishing everything up in front of Cheng Ming's surprised eyes.
After sending Cheng Ming away, Chen Mu continued to practice calligraphy.
The water for washing brushes was changed in basins again and again.
The rag was wrung out and soaked again.
It was not until the light dimmed and Chen Mu's vision became blurred that he stopped practicing and continued to hammer his aching back with his hands.
Writing: 8673/10000/first level;
On the grey wall, writing skills were greatly improved again.
"It's a pity that it's still not as good as its predecessor."
After thinking for a while, Chen Mu shook off the water stains on the brush and quietly hid it in the inner pocket of his wide cuffs.
There is a deadline for copying scriptures. The Taoist temple will not allow him to stay here for free.
In order to catch up with his predecessor's level as soon as possible and complete the task of copying the scriptures as soon as possible, he had to work overtime in the guest room to continue practicing calligraphy.
In his previous life, he hated working overtime during breaks and wanted to curse the company managers' ancestors for eighteen generations.
Now I am eager to try it.
……
In the west courtyard of Qingfeng Temple, two figures were standing in the shadow outside the Moon Gate.
"Uncle He, is there anything unusual about that scholar today?" A middle-aged Taoist in his thirties asked solemnly.
He is Chengyi, the first disciple of Taoist Priest Fengren of Qingfeng Temple.
Fireworks Master He looked at the dark guest room not far away and frowned: "I tried it twice today and found nothing unusual."
"Last night, the Wuxin Bell rang for no reason. There must be an evil spirit in the Taoist temple!" The Taoist said sincerely and coldly. "Everyone in the Taoist temple practices martial arts and has strong blood and energy, but the scholar is weak and most likely to be possessed!"
"But apart from practicing calligraphy with a dip in water during the day, he didn't do anything else out of the ordinary?" Taoist He was still unsure: "Maybe the evil spirit has been scared away by the Wuxin Bell."
"You said he was practicing calligraphy?!" Chengyi couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
"I've seen him write. The structure is coordinated and the handwriting is elegant. Why does he need to practice calligraphy when he can write so well?!" Chengyi snorted coldly.
"Is it really possessed by an evil spirit?!" Taoist He's face turned pale.
Even though Qingfeng Temple specializes in clearing away evil spirits, that is the temple master's job.
Taoist He has been a pyrotechnician all his life, but he has never seen such a strange thing that is hard to describe.
The thought that he might come face to face with an evil spirit made him shudder all over.
"Then...shall we go and tie him up now?"
"No, the moon is shining brightly tonight, and the evil spirits are even more bizarre. Let's wait until tomorrow. Let's bring him to the Patriarch's Hall early tomorrow morning and suppress him directly with the Wuxin Bell!" Chengyi said hatefully.
This evil spirit is so bold that it even dares to come to Qingfeng Temple and act wildly.
Moreover, ordinary evil spirits are stupid, but this evil spirit even knows how to practice calligraphy in an attempt to get away with it. It is definitely not an ordinary evil spirit!
"Can it be done?" He Daoren was uneasy.
"The evil spirit has possessed the body, and the soul and the body are incompatible. The Wuxin Bell is the best at capturing souls. It is the nemesis of evil spirits!" He comforted sincerely.
"Uncle He, this is the talisman that Master left behind to ward off evil spirits. Carry it with you tonight. With it, you can rest assured. Tomorrow, everything will be as usual. Don't let any flaws slip." Chengyi pulled out a yellow paper talisman from his sleeve. The lines on it were as red as blood. Under the moonlight, it felt crystal clear.
"And Chengming, he is young and easily attacked by evil spirits. After breakfast tomorrow morning, take him to the back mountain to plant vegetables. I will personally lead the scholar!" Chengyi instructed carefully.
"Okay, I'll listen to you!" He Daoren felt relieved.
He doesn't want to meet the evil spirit.
……
The next morning, in the library.
Chen Mu had a pair of dark circles under his eyes and spread out a piece of white paper that was two palms big.
This is the cut paper for copying sutras.
"The Gate of Origin is so wonderful..."
A page of scripture is completed in one go.
Putting the brush on the pen holder, Chen Mu placed the scriptures copied by his predecessor aside for comparison.
"Huh...it's finally done."
As soon as I thought about it, a gray wall appeared before my eyes.
Writing: 103/10000/Level ;
It's worth it that I spent the whole night working on it.
For fear of being discovered by the people in the Taoist temple, Chen Mu did not dare to light the oil lamp.
Fortunately, the full moon was high in the sky last night, providing him with enough time to practice calligraphy under the moonlight.
"Mr. Chen, it's really early today." A voice suddenly sounded at the door.
Chen Mu was startled and looked up, just in time to see a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
He knew this man, the Taoist temple's eldest disciple Chengyi, and it was the other party who recruited his predecessor to copy the scriptures.
Last night he reviewed his previous life's memories and found that he had copied seven volumes of scriptures this time, and the fee was enough, a hundred copper coins. If he lived frugally, it was enough for him to live for more than a month.
"Good morning, Taoist Chengyi."
"I shouldn't have disturbed Master Chen from copying scriptures, but I really have something to ask for, so I had to take the liberty to visit." Cheng Yi was calm and at ease, with a warm smile on his face. But he was a little nervous in his heart, he couldn't be anxious, couldn't be irritated, and couldn't alert the enemy!
"Please speak?" Chen Mu looked at Cheng Yi curiously.
"A believer came to visit today and promised to ask for a thousand-word sutra to take home for worship. This morning I discovered that there was only one copy left of the sutra that I had copied in advance, and there was an extra ink spot." Chengyi looked embarrassed.
"That believer is a good friend of the master, so I dare not neglect him. I thought of Master Chen. Master Chen's handwriting is elegant and beautiful. Can you help me to urgently copy a copy?" Cheng Yi looked at Chen Mu sincerely, and took out a small gray cloth bag from his wide sleeves: "A small gift for writing, just a token of respect."
"No problem. Where is the scripture?" Chen Mu took the cloth bag and agreed readily.
"This scripture is a bit special. It is engraved in the Taoist temple's ancestral hall. I would like to trouble Mr. Chen to bring writing brushes and ink and go to the ancestral hall." Chengyi said apologetically.
"Okay, time is running out, let's go now." Chen Mu did not hesitate, turned around and went to pack up his pens, ink, paper and inkstone.
With sincerity, he clenched his fists tightly under his wide sleeves!
Become!
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 3: Heartless Bell
The two walked out of the library side by side, sincerely trying to suppress their uneasy feelings.
It’s almost there, it’s almost there. As long as we enter the Patriarch’s Hall, we can suppress this evil spirit.
"Master Chengyi, are you hungry? Why don't we eat some vegetable pancakes before going? It won't take much time anyway." Chen Mu suddenly said.
Chengyi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly came back to his senses and said, "Okay, let's eat first."
The two of them turned around and headed towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen, He Daoren was washing dishes absentmindedly.
As instructed sincerely, the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple got up extra early today.
After breakfast, everyone was sincerely arranged to practice in the square in front of the ancestral hall.
On the one hand, it stimulates the flow of qi and blood to protect yourself, and on the other hand, it blocks the intersection to prevent evil spirits from escaping.
"I don't know whether the evil spirit has been suppressed." Taoist He was thinking, when he looked up, he saw a figure with a pale face and black eye sockets.
He Daoren was so frightened that his heart almost stopped.
"Let's have dinner!" Chengyi said in a hurry.