Chen Luo opened his eyes again, feeling a wave of dizziness—clearly the aftereffect of being struck earlier. After a moment to steady himself, he looked around.
Unlike the first time he had woken up lying in a coffin, this time Chen Luo found himself on an embroidered bed, with light gauze curtains draped around, embroidered pillows, and brocade quilts. A faint scent of flowers and grass reached his nose. With a slight turn of his mind, he knew this was his sister Chen Xuan's boudoir.
Turning his head, he indeed saw Chen Xuan asleep, slumped over the table in the room. Chen Luo studied her carefully. In his predecessor's memories, Chen Xuan was a sharp and decisive woman who treated him decently enough, but he never dared to get too close.
Right now, in Chen Luo's eyes, his predecessor had been an absolute fool. If Chen Xuan were placed on Blue Star in his past life, she would easily be a beauty with millions of fans.
Sure enough, in a younger brother's eyes, no matter how beautiful the sister, she's just a flower.
Unfortunately, in this body now, he was the younger brother.
Chen Luo sighed inwardly, not disturbing the sleeping Chen Xuan, and began to organize his thoughts...
Clearly, the dream just now meant his golden finger had arrived.
That book—Brief Biography of Zhong Kui!
That wasn't entirely accurate either. Strictly speaking, his golden finger should be all the books he would obtain in the future.
Speaking of which, he needed to review his predecessor's memories.
This was a xianxia world, but unlike the cultivation and qi-refining xianxia worlds Chen Luo had read about in web novels in his past life, the way to gain power in this world was—reading.
It was said that the characters of this world were once projections of the Heavenly Dao. These characters were called "Elegant Script," and by reading classics transcribed in Elegant Script, one could obtain supernatural power.
Reading Confucian classics could nurture Righteous Qi; reading Daoist texts could generate Innate Origin Qi; reading Buddhist scriptures could comprehend the True Meaning of Reincarnation.
Thus, three paths to the Heavenly Cultivation Road were established: Confucianism, Daoism, and Buddhism.
So in this world, whose cultural level resembled China's Tang and Song dynasties, the three teachings of Confucianism, Daoism, and Buddhism flourished, and their scriptures were as numerous as fish in the sea or stars in the sky—countless beyond measure.
But!
Though there were many scriptures, they were only the classics of the three teachings.
This world had no opera, no storytelling scripts.
No Four Great Classical Novels, no Four Dreams of Linchuan;
No Tang dynasty strange tales and legends, no Ming and Qing dynasty novels;
No myths and legends, no ghost stories and notes;
No Pu Songling, no Wu Cheng'en;
No Tang Xianzu, no Feng Menglong;
From this perspective, it was practically a cultural desert.
And Chen Luo had learned in his dream that the Dream Flower Sea, vast and all-encompassing, contained all books outside the Confucian, Daoist, and Buddhist classics.
A true encyclopedia of extracurricular books!
"I wonder what effects those books have. Also, Brief Biography of Zhong Kui seems to match the ghost-catching specialty, but will it really work?" Thinking this, Chen Luo sat up on the bed, ready to write down the Brief Biography of Zhong Kui from his mind to test it. But as soon as he moved, he immediately woke the sleeping Chen Xuan.
"Xiao Luo!" Seeing Chen Luo awake, Chen Xuan rushed over and hugged him tightly. "You're finally awake. Does your head still hurt? Are you hungry? Or do you want some water?"
Held in Chen Xuan's embrace, Chen Luo's face instantly turned bright red. In his past life, thanks to various short video apps, he had seen plenty of beautiful women, but his only real physical contact had been handshakes.
"I'm... okay..." Chen Luo replied stiffly.
"No, why is your heart beating so fast?" Chen Xuan flipped her hand and placed it on Chen Luo's wrist, frowning slightly. She then reached up and touched his forehead. "Why is your face so hot? Wait here, I'll have the steward call for a doctor..." She turned to leave, but Chen Luo quickly grabbed her. "Wait."
Chen Xuan turned back, her delicate brows furrowed. "What's wrong?"
Chen Luo hurriedly replied, "I'm fine. Maybe it's just the quilt making me warm. See, I'm already a bit better."
Chen Xuan placed her hand on Chen Luo's pulse again. Sensing that his pulse had indeed returned to normal, she nodded. Glancing at the quilt, she said, "Your room had a ritual done earlier, so it's unlucky to stay there now. I'll have Xiao Huan bring you a thinner quilt."
Chen Luo nodded. Chen Xuan looked him over once more before leaving the room.
Seeing Chen Xuan go, Chen Luo let out a long breath. Honestly, he would need some mental preparation for how to get along with this beautiful sister from now on.
Thinking about that kind of relationship was fine in fantasy, but actually having one would be deadly!
Now that the room was empty, Chen Luo got out of bed, slipped on his shoes, and walked to the desk. He spread out paper, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write Brief Biography of Zhong Kui. Thanks to his predecessor's memories, Chen Luo had fully mastered Elegant Script, and his calligraphy was at an above-average level.
As Chen Luo held the brush and was about to set it to the white paper, he suddenly felt an immense force descend upon him, preventing him from writing.
"Is this... the power of the Heavenly Dao?" Chen Luo was bewildered again. His predecessor's memories had mentioned that in this world, to write books or compose essays, one had to conform to the true intent of the Heavenly Dao. This was the fundamental reason reading could grant power. Without the Heavenly Dao's approval, one could never succeed in writing. And that was precisely why the only books written in Elegant Script in this world were the classics of the three teachings.
This Heavenly Dao was just like parents of a middle schooler—no leisure books allowed in the house!
Just then, Chen Luo seemed to see the Brief Biography of Zhong Kui from the Dream Flower Sea appear on the white paper beneath his brush. The illusion flickered and vanished, but at almost the same time, Chen Luo sensed that the Heavenly Dao's force pressing on him had also disappeared.
"So that's it. Only books obtained from the Dream Flower Sea can be written under this world's Heavenly Dao and gain its approval." Chen Luo understood in his heart. "If I tried to write Journey to the West now, even just speaking it aloud, the Heavenly Dao's power would probably make me unable to speak..."
With that thought, Chen Luo wasted no time and immediately began writing Brief Biography of Zhong Kui.
Brief Biography of Zhong Kui was not long—just a few hundred characters. This essay came from the Comprehensive Mirror of Immortals Through the Ages, also known as the Record of the Common Origin of Three Teachings, a long vernacular novel from the Qing dynasty.
"Zhong Kui was from Zhongnan Mountain in Shaanxi. From a young age, he was exceptionally talented... Thus, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang ordered Wu Daozi to paint the scene of Zhong Kui catching ghosts in his dream and hang it in the palace to ward off evil and suppress demons."
As Chen Luo wrote the last character, the paper suddenly rose into the air without any wind, floating midair. The ink characters on the paper burst forth with golden light, and within that light, a figure slowly emerged from the paper. In just a few seconds, a hideous, burly man rose out of the paper and landed before Chen Luo.
The ugly giant was nearly two meters tall, with a leopard-like head and round eyes, an iron-black face and bristling beard, a ferocious expression. He wore a red court robe and a top scholar's hat. His face solemn, he studied Chen Luo for a moment, then cupped his hands and bowed deeply, saying—
"I, Zhong Kui, pay respects to my lord!"
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