Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

“Family head, you died so horribly….”

“Family head, please accept these offering money, when you meet bad spirits, you mustn’t be stingy…”

“Family head, please don’t come back to haunt us, we will offer sacrifices to you on time…”

….

Sorrowful crying voices linger in Chen Luo’s ears, Chen Luo’s eyes open.

Greeted with white curtains and white streamers, big “dian” written on the center of a plaque, the strokes used to write the word are vigorous and firm. Chen Luo looked down, he’s wearing a red robe with silky fabric, beside his hand is a carved jade adorned with gold….

Chen Luo sat up from the coffin, an antique and quaint mourning hall greets his view, on the floor is a maid who’s burning incense money while halfheartedly crying. 

Chen Luo wanted to address the maid, but suddenly a wave of muddled memory suddenly arose which made Chen Luo unconsciously produce a muffled groan. 

The crying finally detected some activity. She raised her head and made eye contact with Chen Luo.

Chen Luo at this time was being forcefully downed by turbulent waves of memories, his facial expression was ghastly. 

“AH————”

A piercing scream was heard from the maid as she hurriedly ran away from the mourning hall, all the while screaming———–

“Not good, family head rose from the dead!”

…..

 Not minding the maid’s panicked screams, Chen Luo was busy trying to digest the memories in his head, he quickly understood his circumstances.

He transmigrated…

He transmigrated to this world upon the body of a person with the same family name, same given name, Chen Luo.

Chen Luo, nickname Dong Liu, nineteen years old, orphan, has a sister, has a house, Da Xuan Zhao Lu Ning Fu country Wan An district Chen Family family head, a generational family of scholars. Literate at 3 years old, able to write poems at 5, versed in classics at 7, there was nothing he couldn’t do at 19. 

Cough cough, these unimportant memories don’t need to be mentioned thoroughly.

“I died…” Chen Luo glanced at the coffin where his body currently sits, and came to the conclusion, “strictly speaking, it’s this world’s Chen Luo that died.”

“But how did he die?” Chen Luo tried to recall his memories and came to understand the whole story fast. 

Since last month’s fifteenth day, the people at the Chen house gradually died. It started from the garden’s helpers and gardeners, following that incident the servants at the main house also started to die. 

At the start, the district government thought that it might be a pandemic, and assigned a doctor to investigate their case, but in the end, even the doctor found everything normal. Nevertheless, the people continued to die off one by one.

Then the law enforcement office also became anxious, but the corpses didn’t have external or internal wounds, making it impossible to diagnose a proper common symptom, therefore rumors went around that this event was caused by an evil cult. 

Evil cult also means bad people.

“As expected, rumors are always true.” Chen Luo smiled bitterly, his previous body was also part of the dead, in his past memories, Chen Luo was also able to see the culprit.

It’s an evil spirit!

Based on the previous body owner’s memory, Chen Luo knows that in this world, Confucianism, Buddhism, and Daoism, exist simultaneously; People, monsters, and savages coexist; This talk of evil spirits, it truly exists.

Chen Luo saw the evil spirit drilled into his dreams. In his dreams, that evil spirit pulled out a tongue 3 feet long, wrapped it around Chen Luo’s neck, and pulled on its tongue forcefully. The Chen Luo in the dream was strangled while the real world’s body also breathed its last.

Chen Luo can still hear the murmur of the evil spirit: “Chen family… exterminate…”

Chen Luo got the chills, this horror movie-like memory is better not being remembered while sitting on a coffin. He carefully got out of the coffin and sat on a chair. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

His enemy was an evil spirit that can fight perpetually. What to do? There are so many questions left unanswered. 

Chen Luo started to recall hard to see if there’s any good solution.

In this world, since spirits exist, naturally it will have methods to exterminate them, otherwise the human world would already have become a ghost city. On the topic of spirit extermination, then the most proficient at it naturally is the Daoist sect. 

In his memory, the Chen family also went to the Daoist temple of Wan An district, but those bald old monks unexpectedly left collectively for the once every 60 years Daoist sacrificial ceremony and left only some useless and young monks to look after the temple. 

They naturally assigned some people to go to temples in the neighboring districts, and the resulting news are all the same, the monks are not at home.

If Daoism isn’t the way, then there’s still Buddhism!

In theory, the thunder sounds and hellfire of Buddhists will also help subdue evil spirits. But the country of Da Xuan and Western Buddhist Country’s relationship has always been cold, therefore they were naturally restricted from building temples in the nearby area, that’s why the Chen Family also did not have any idea where to find High Priests from the Buddhist sector.

The last resort was the Confucian sector. The Confucian sector trains a righteous spirit and avoidance of spirits, the only problem is that it can only be used for self-defense, it cannot help other people. 

No solution!

“Ding—”

Chen Luo made a reverberating sound. 

No reaction.

What’s happening? Aren’t cheats standard in transmigration stories? Why is it not ringing?

“System, host is calling…” There’s a hint of urgency in Chen Luo’s voice.

Silence.

Are you kidding? He transmigrated not to an ancient Tang Yuan Ming Qing period, but to a logic-defying fantasy world! “Cement mirror paper making skill, perfume gunpowder penicillin” these methods unfortunately are out of the picture…

Not to mention, he’s trapped in a situation where he’s being chased and killed by an evil spirit!

No cheats can’t be fair!

“Maybe the signal in the mourning hall is just bad?” Chen Luo comforts himself and heads outside the mourning hall. But upon setting foot outside the door of the mourning hall, a warm and pungent liquid greeted him, which drenched him from head to toe. Chen Luo’s vision suddenly became dyed in red, which disabled him from seeing ahead. 

At this time, a round of noisy footsteps can be heard. Chen Luo heard an old, raspy voice that yelled, “Move fast, black dog blood can’t hold him off for long…”

Following right after, Chen Luo felt pain from his back, as if his back has been hit by a stick, he staggered two steps in front and fell down the floor. “Zombies are most afraid of coffin nails. Faster, get the coffin nails to nail him down!”

“Wo cao!” Chen Luo’s heart dropped, and he struggled to get up, all the while screaming, “I’m not dead, I…” but he hasn’t finished his words yet when he felt another hit on the back of his head, it felt as if a bee was buzzing in his head, and the sky and the ground were all spinning. Chen Luo semi-consciously saw 2 shadows rush toward him, in their hands were around 6 to 7 inches big nail hammers. 

“I am done for, I’m going to become Jesus!” Chen Luo’s lamented in his heart. At the final moment before losing his consciousness, he heard a clean and crisp female voice – “all of you, stop!”

  Chen Luo saw another person’s shadow run towards him. Suddenly this person’s silhouette and a silhouette from his memory merged together. Chen Luo opened his mouth, but was unable to make any sound, and fainted….

Chen Luo was as if, dreaming in his sleep. 

In his dream, he saw numerous brushes fall from the sky and these brushes got stuck to an ink-like ground, the brushes’ heads bloomed flowers. The originally lifeless world was suddenly turned into a sea of flowers.

At this moment, a loud, resonant but distant voice echoed in Chen Luo’s head:

“Jing Shi Zi records the way of the heavens; storytellers and plays replay the mortal world.”

“You train the highest level of Daoism, he trains Buddhism, worldly affairs have me laughing towards the heavens.”

As soon as the voice stopped, several flower petals fell from one of the brushes on the ground, fluttered slowly in front of Chen Luo, and they overlapped together, and they became a page full of words. Chen Luo reached out his hand to catch it, but as soon as his hands came into contact with the page, that page transformed into a ray of light and shot straight to his forehead.

Chen Luo felt as if a bucket of water was dripping from his head to toe, giving his whole-body chills. At this time, he can clearly feel new information in his mind, that is – 

<<The Tales of Zhong Kui>>!

The one who hunts down evil spirits, Zhong Kui!