My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

In the quiet library room, there was only the slight sound of a brush rubbing against the table top.

The rag to wipe the water stains is gradually soaked and soaked.

Chen Mu was immersed in practicing calligraphy and never tired of it.

He had never been so focused on one thing.

It was not that he had never thought of practicing calligraphy in his previous life.

But after buying a copybook and writing two lines, I couldn't help turning my head to look at my phone. It lasted for two days, and finally it was over.

The same is true in life.

Sometimes when I wake up, I feel that I am mediocre and want to change, but the next day I sink again.

The feeling of being awake for a while and fainting for a while is like a "ghost press bed", a nightmare that can't be woken up.

But in this life, in the face of the more boring and difficult to learn calligraphy, it is still a completely unfamiliar font a day ago.

Chen Mu burst out with unprecedented enthusiasm.

The feeling of knowing how to improve the next word after writing one word made him want to stop and enjoy it!

Around two in the afternoon, Chen Mu's stomach growled.

Hunger woke him from his immersion.

The water writing font on the desktop is slowly drying.

The grey wall appeared again.

Writing: 8056/10000/first order;

Chen Mu carefully enjoyed the unfinished feeling.

Whoever brought him here, he was grateful for it.

...

Lunch was brought by Chengming Xiaodaotong.

Three coarse grain vegetable cakes, a plate of boiled green leafy vegetables, and a bowl of gruel.

Chen Mu devoured it, and in Chengming's surprised eyes, he ate like a wind and a cloud.

After sending away Chengming, Chen Mu continued to practice calligraphy.

The water in the wash pen was changed from basin to basin.

The rag was wrung out and soaked.

It was not until the light was dim and Chen Mu's vision was blurred that Chen Mu stopped practicing and kept hammering his sore back with both hands.

Writing: 8673/10000/first order;

On the gray wall, writing skills have been greatly improved again.

"Unfortunately, it's still not as good as its predecessor."

After thinking about it, Chen Mu dried the water stains on the brush and quietly hid it in the inner pocket of the wide cuff.

There is a deadline for copying scriptures. The Taoist temple would not allow him to eat and live here in vain.

If he wanted to catch up with his predecessor as soon as possible and finish copying scriptures as soon as possible, he had to work overtime to continue practicing calligraphy when he returned to the guest room.

In his previous life, he hated this kind of overtime work during breaks, and he wished to greet the eighteenth generation ancestors of the company's managers.

Now a little eager to try.

...

In Qingfengguan West Courtyard, there are two figures standing in the shadows outside the Moon Gate.

"Uncle He, there is something unusual about that scholar today." A middle-aged Taoist in his thirties asked solemnly.

He is the leader of Qingfengguan Fengren Daoist sincerity.

The fire engineer He Daoren glanced at the darkened guest room not far away and frowned: "I deliberately tested it twice today, and found nothing abnormal."

"Last night, the unintentional bell rang for no reason, and there must be evil spirits in the Taoist temple!" The Taoist said sincerely and coldly. "Everybody in the Taoist temple practiced martial arts, with strong qi and blood, but the scholar was weak and most likely to be possessed!"

"But during the day, apart from dipping in water to practice calligraphy, he doesn't have any other outstanding performances?" He Daoren was still undecided: "Could that evil spirit have been frightened away by Wuxinling?"

"You said he was practicing calligraphy?!" Sincerity couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

"I've seen him write, the structure is coordinated, and the handwriting is elegant. He writes so well, what is he practicing?!" Sincerity snorted coldly.

"Really possessed by evil?!" He Daoren's face turned pale.

Don't look at Qingfengguan's full-time cleanup of evil spirits, but that's all the work of the watcher Feng Ren.

He Daoren has been a fire worker all his life, and he has never seen such an inexplicable strange thing.

Thinking that he is likely to face an evil spirit, he couldn't help shivering.

"Then... let's go and tie him up?"

"No, the moon is shining brightly tonight, and the evil spirits are even weirder. Wait for tomorrow, wait for him to be introduced into the Patriarch's Hall in the morning, and directly suppress him with a heartless bell!" Said sincerely.

This evil spirit is really daring and dare to come to Qingfengguan to be wild.

Moreover, ordinary evildoers are ignorant. This evildoer also knows how to practice calligraphy, trying to get away with it. He is definitely not an ordinary evildoer!

"Can it be done?" He Daoren was uneasy.

"Evil has possessed the body, the spirit and flesh are incompatible, Wuxinling is the best at capturing the soul, and it is the nemesis of evil!" Sincerely comforted.

"Uncle He, this is the evil spirit talisman left by the master. You can carry it on your body tonight. With it, you can rest easy. Tomorrow everything will be as usual, and you can't miss any flaws." The upper lines are as red as blood. Under the moonlight, there is a crystal clear feeling.

"And Chengming, he is young and easily attacked by evil spirits. After breakfast tomorrow morning, you will take him to the Houshan Mountain to grow vegetables, and I will personally guide this scholar!" Chengcheng warned carefully.

"Okay, listen to you!" He Daoren was relieved.

He didn't want to meet the evil spirits.

...

The next morning, the library.

With dark circles under his eyes, Chen Mu spread out a large piece of white paper with two slaps.

This is the cut paper for copying the scriptures.

"The door to the root is wonderful and wonderful..."

One page of scriptures in one go.

Putting the brush on the pen holder, Chen Mu put the scriptures copied by his predecessor on the side and compared them.

"Huh...it's finally done."

With a thought, a gray wall appeared in front of him.

Writing: 103/10000/second order;

It's not a waste of money for me to live all night.

Afraid of being found abnormal by the people in the Taoist temple, Chen Mu did not dare to light the oil lamp.

Fortunately, the full moon hung high last night, enough for him to practice calligraphy under the moon.

"Master Chen, it's really early today." A voice suddenly sounded at the door.

Chen Mu was taken aback and looked up, just in time to meet a face that was half-smile but not smiling.

He knew this person, and the sincerity of the Daoist disciple was that the other party recruited his predecessor to copy the scriptures.

Last night, he reviewed his predecessor's memory and found that this time he copied a total of seven copies of the scriptures. Living frugally is enough for him to live for more than a month.

"Sincerity is long."

"I shouldn't bother Chen Gongzi copying the scriptures, but I do have something to ask for, so I can only take the liberty of visiting." The sincerity gesture was leisurely, with a warm smile on his face. But my heart is slightly tight, don't be anxious, don't be dry, and don't startle the snake!

"Please tell me?" Chen Mu curiously looked at the sincerity.

"Today, a good letter came to visit and promised to invite a thousand-character treasured scripture home to worship. This morning I found out that only the last copy of the treasured scripture was left, and there was an extra ink spot." Yiyi looked embarrassed. .

"That kind letter is a master's friend, so I really dare not neglect it. I thought of Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen's handwriting is elegant and beautiful, can you help me to transcribe it urgently?" He took out a small gray cloth bag: "Little Run Pen, it's not a respect."

"No problem, where are the scriptures?" Chen Mu took the cloth bag and readily agreed.

"This scripture is a bit special. It was engraved in the temple of the patriarch of the Taoist temple. I have to trouble Chen Gongzi to bring the pen and ink and move to the patriarch's palace." Sincerity apologized.

"Well, time is running out, let's go right now." Without hesitation, Chen Mu turned around to pack up his ink, ink, and ink.

Sincerely, make a fist under the broad cuff!

done!