In the evening of that day, in the morgue, Yu Xiu stood in front of the table, holding a pen in his right hand, and dictated a certain book word by word.

The table was already full of papers, and the words on each sheet were as dense as ants, very small, but they could be read clearly.

After writing another page, Yu Xiu put down the ink pen and exhaled.

In the past few days, while he has been practicing steadily, he has copied the contents of the "Notes on Joy", preparing to frame Nanren Temple and arouse the disgust of people in the county for this temple.

After all, the names and deeds of the individuals in "Notes on Joy" were written by the black-faced monk himself, and there was a time, place and details, and Yu Xiu just polished the text a little bit, making it more explicit and vulgar, so as to catch the attention of others.

After writing, Yu Xiu picked up a pile of papers at random, looked at them roughly, and after reading them, he frowned slightly.

After thinking about it for a while, Yu Xiu suddenly picked up the ink pen again and mentioned the next poem in the blank space of a certain piece of paper:

"The silent orchid room is cool, and the beauty is long. ”

"I poured red candles on my pillow, and suddenly stole the fire from the wall. ”

"The pink butterfly explores the fragrance and the calyx trembles, and the dragonfly plays in the water. ”

"The love is very happy, and the cherished sandalwood is not forgotten. ”

After writing this poem, Yu Xiu unfolded it and looked at it, and couldn't help but chuckle on his face: "I close my eyes a lot." There are elegance and vulgarity, and it is a good book. ”

This poem was originally recorded in Yu Xiu's previous life, a masterpiece "Golden Vase Plum", he read through the revised "Notes on Joy" before, and felt that it was too cheesy and a little difficult to see, so he deliberately added this poem as a seasoning.

Writing down the poems, Yu Xiu copied them in the margins of each page, and finally took out a stack of paper and wrote a short preface:

The title of the book, "Notes on Joy", is the first note of Nanren Temple, with a total of 36 pages and 109 stories. Yu Jing here, even of it, did not dare to delete a word, because of the strange deeds, the content is vulgar, hereby pagination to pass it on, for the world to enjoy. ”

He pondered for a moment, and finally wrote down a few big words: "Nanling smiled and smiled." ”

This name is the pen name of the author of "Golden Vase Plum" in his previous life, and Yu Xiu only changed one word.

After writing the short preface, he copied thirty or forty sheets in a row, inscribed with the poems in "The Golden Vase of Plums", and then put them into the bamboo basket on the table together with the other pages.

After writing everything, Yu Xiu paced in the hall and thought about it, what he was thinking about was not what he was going to do next, but the poem he had just inscribed.

"I never wanted to be in this world, and the first article that appeared in the world turned out to be a lewd poem. Yu Xiu shook his head and smiled, "Although it is a beautiful poem, the writing is concise and the artistic conception is peculiar, even if it is not as good as the famous poems in the previous life, it is also a rare masterpiece, otherwise it will not be able to be passed down for a hundred years." ”

"If you can use this poem to condense the literary tone, don't ask for too much, a few threads, how good it would be......"

Although Yu Xiu has already abandoned the path of literary cultivation, he is still quite greedy for the thing of literary qi. I even thought about being a copyist, earning a lot of literary qi for my own cultivation.

After all, in his mind, there are still several famous poems and nouns that have been handed down from generation to generation.

It's just that I don't know why, when Yu Xiu wrote the poems of his previous life, no matter which one it was, the white paper was still white paper, and the black ink was still black ink, and there was no vision of "the poem became a weeping ghost and a god, and the pen fell into a storm".

Even if he repeatedly escaped from the Yin God and observed the changes in the Wen Qi on his top, he did not find any signs of Wen Qi growing.

Originally, Yu Xiu also suspected that this was because he did not spread the poems and was not known, so he could not be literate.

But as his cultivation progressed, he gradually suspected that it was because he had practiced the Dao Fa and his soul had condensed into a Yin God.

Because of this world, the three paths are distinct, and the two Chinese martial arts have many confluences, and the two immortal martial arts occasionally merge, but the Wen Dao and the Immortal Dao, the two are distinct, and I have never heard of anyone practicing the two paths together.

And in the mouth of the government, the vast majority of monks in the world are lawbreakers, and once they are discovered, they will be immersed in a dung pit, splashed with black dog blood, and put in a prison for torture.

Thinking about the situation of Taoist priests in this world, Yu Xiu thought in his heart: "Once you enter the Tao, Taoist priests will be able to read at night; further, they will have the ability to hear and reiterate; and furthermore, they will have the ability to never forget." ”

Yu Xiu is now in the realm of hearing and reciting, and after entering the morning and dusk journey, he does not need to study it three times, but can write down the entire text in one go. Even when he breaks through to the realm of daily travel, he will have the ability to remember the big and small things in his past and present lives, and it will be difficult to forget.

"If such an ability is used to study and study, wouldn't it be twice the result with half the effort? And the Taoist priest is good at health preservation, and in a hundred years, the court will definitely be occupied by the monk. ”

But the reality is exactly the opposite of what he thought, not only did there be no monks in the court, but the monks of the people have also been in a situation of suppression.

As the saying goes: there are no Taoist priests in the court, and there are many Taoist priests who abandon books.

And Yu Xiu himself is another person who has abandoned literature and cultivated.

"What do you want to do more?" After thinking for a long time, he shook his head slightly, and unloaded the distracting thoughts in his heart.

Yu Xiu looked up at the window and said secretly, "It's not early." ”

The night is already thick, the moon is like a residual hook, and the light does not fall on the table.

He thought about his next move, and when he was sure that nothing had gone wrong, he picked up the bamboo basket on the table and strode out of the morgue.

Without riding a horse, Yu Xiu carried a bamboo basket and rushed directly to the county seat with his feet. Because of his martial arts practice, he didn't feel tired, but felt active.

When I walked to the county seat, I found that the street was dark, only a few hotels and inns, decent houses, and lights in the middle of the house, while other places were all in total darkness.

Yu Xiu walked for a while and learned that although there was a curfew in the county, there were no soldiers or fast patrols on the streets, only a watchman, who was slowly beating the gong in the dark.

"Very good. He said something in his heart, and then carried a bamboo basket, walked through the streets and alleys, and began his own actions.

In fact, the so-called action is not a big deal, but as much as possible to send the pages in the bamboo basket into the cracks of each house, especially those large households, a gift is to send several without duplication.

After the delivery, Yu Xiu casually buckled the door again and reminded the people in the house to check. Along the way, he turned out to be some kind of person who had repeatedly haunted the inn in his previous life.

In less than half an hour, Yu Xiu sent all the papers in the bamboo basket out.

Every household in Beiguo County basically received the fragments of the "Notes on Joy", on the streets, on the doors, and in inconspicuous places...... Both.

After he disappeared into the county seat with an empty bamboo basket, Beiguo County in the dark night gradually became agitated......

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"Daozi wrote a book in a certain county, and when people were stealing and fighting at night, they were only three or three or two, but there was no complete book. —"Tao Treatise: Miscellaneous Things"