Journey to the West: Moral Heaven

Baoyu looked ashamed and happy, and lowered his head halfway.

Chen E couldn't help muttering, Baoyu is a fairy, what will be born?

Is it a human or a clam?

It's not that he discriminates. In this world, humans and demons are mixed, and heaven and man are interlinked. There is no essential difference between humans and demons. He is just curious.

"Master!"

Seeing Chen E not speaking for a long time, Wen Jiao reminded her dissatisfied.

"hehe"

Chen E chuckled, grabbed Baoyu's hand and said: "This is a good thing, Baoyu, you can raise your baby with peace of mind, and Baochai, you have to work harder, I will give my wife a daughter-in-law tonight, and I will give it to you tomorrow night." Plow and plow."

Wen Jiao and Baoyu Baochai were all flushed with pink faces, spitting secretly.

Mrs. Zhang also blamed: "My son, what nonsense are you talking about, our family is not those bastards!"

Saying that, Mrs. Zhang even smiled with a smile all over her face.

The dinner ended with laughter. After tidying up and washing up, Chen E ruthlessly handed over the rations to Wen Jiao.

In the next period of time, Chen E resumed a leisurely life. The Palace of the Three Virgins was presided over by Yang Laosan and Gao Miaomiao, and now Bai Huaxie was helping, but it was in good order.

However, Chen E always pays attention to Meiniang's belly. Meiniang will strangle her first child to death, and Chen E will not allow such a thing to happen.

After all, the crime of killing close relatives is far greater than the indiscriminate killing of innocent people, and he has already been deeply entangled with Meiniang, and part of the crimes committed by Meiniang will be shared on his head.

Half a month later, Chen E found Yang Chan with a book.

"Third Holy Mother, this is the biography I wrote for you. Take a look. If there is any inappropriateness, I will revise it. If there is no objection, I will immediately arrange for people to publish and distribute it throughout the Tang Dynasty."

"Oh?"

Sanshengmu took it and saw that the cover was an anecdote about Sanshengmu's empress, so she couldn't help opening it and flipping through it.

The whole book has more than forty pages, composed of short stories one after another, all of which are about her past events of doing good deeds and accumulating virtue and helping others.

After only turning two or three pages, Yang Chan felt that something was wrong, and asked with a blushing face, "Chen Zhuangyuan, how can I be so good? You must have made a mistake. I did not do many things."

Chen E smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter if you did it or not, as long as the world thinks you did it."

Yang Jian will be able to come here in a few months. It would be fine if he was alone, but Yang Jian's family has a great career. Apart from the six sages of Meishan, there are thousands of grass-headed gods under him. Chen E is very worried that Yang Chan's incense will be snatched away.

Although Yang Chan and Yang Jian are brothers and sisters, but the six sages of Meishan have nothing to do with the grass-headed gods and Yang Chan, so they may not be relentless when they grab the incense. In the face of interests, it is easy for people to deny their relatives, especially the merits of incense and fire are related to crossing the catastrophe, so Chen E took precautions and first gave Yang Chan's reputation.

And in an age without television networks, the only way to get famous was to write books.

Based on the myths and stories he learned, Chen E fabricated many good deeds for Yang Chan. He unceremoniously misappropriated the good deeds done by other immortals, and some of them were non-existent. As he said, it doesn’t matter whether you did it or not, as long as the world thinks You did it, you just did it.

"I'm afraid this is inappropriate?"

Yang Chan whispered.

Naturally, Chen E wouldn't tell the truth, but just waved her hand: "There is no need for the Holy Mother to feel guilty. Since ancient times, there have been Spring and Autumn brushwork. For the needs of publicity, it is very common to do some artistic processing. You can see if there is any problem. I'll take it out and print it."

"Then you can do it."

Yang Chan is not stupid. She knows that Chen E is doing it for her own good. Once this book is published, her reputation and incense will increase a lot. It always feels weird, so Ai Ai said in anticipation.

"Okay, then I'll go, San Shengmu won't see me off?"

Chen E nodded.

"Ok!"

Yang Chan and Chen E stand side by side, the two of them have a tacit understanding and are separated by a foot, they don't speak, just walking quietly like this.

"Three Holy Mothers, please stay behind!"

At the door, Chen E cupped her hands, then turned and left.

Yang Chan didn't go back, but stared at Chen E's back, suddenly she felt that the road was so short

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Chen E paid part of the cost of publishing the book out of his own pocket, and the other part was deducted from the sesame oil money in the Empress Palace. When the book was printed, it cost a copper coin, which was almost a gift. In addition, the stories Chen E made up were also vivid and interesting. In between, the supply is in short supply, and it has a sense of sight that Luoyang paper is expensive.

Chen E felt that this alone was not enough. Now that he had done it, he might as well do more. He also recruited scholars, selected some short stories, refined them into narrative poems like Bai Juyi, composed a tune, and asked the brothel girls to sing them.

With a multi-pronged approach, Yang Chan's reputation has been greatly improved, and the incense and merits have soared.

This made her both anxious and happy.

Originally, Yang Chan had a bright red merit, but now there are tiny golden threads in her merit. Of course, she is still far away from the real golden merit, but anyway, she has finally taken the first step.

However, the increase in incense was also accompanied by more demands, and the workload increased greatly, which made her burnt out.

Fortunately, three months later, Yang Jian came.

The Palace of the Three Virgins covers an area of ​​120 mu. Yang Chan meant to add a few palaces in her yard to settle the matter, but the brothers still have to settle accounts, especially how much brother and sister Yang Jian has for Yang Chan. There are still doubts.

After all, Chen E had seen the Lotus Lantern, and Yang Jian's heartlessness was chilling!

At the same time, Chen E regards the Palace of the Three Holy Mothers as his own private land. He has nothing to do, and whispers to the beauties. It has a beautiful scenery. It will spoil the scenery.

In the early Tang Dynasty, the national power was strong, and it was nothing to build a separate palace for Yang Jian. Chen E played Li Zhi, set aside [-] acres from the edge of Yang Chan's palace, filled in several ponds, and leveled several hills. At the beginning, a total of [-] mu of land was collected to build the Palace of Protecting the Country and Showing the Saint and the True Monarch.

Generally speaking, Yang Jian's palace is a little smaller than the Palace of the Three Virgins, which is also intentional by Chen E. He wants to let Yang Jian know that he came to Chang'an because of Yang Chan's favor, so don't be confused about the importance.

Today is the inauguration ceremony of the Palace of Protecting the Country and Revealing the Holy Spirit and the ceremony of inviting gods.

Li Zhi also came in person, Feng Chen E concurrently served as the general manager of the Palace of Protecting the Kingdom and Xiansheng Zhenjun, and Chen E read the sacrifice.

The moment the offering was thrown into the incense burner, the statues of Yang Jian and the Six Sages of Meishan shone golden.

The people rejoiced and worshiped one after another!

The merits of incense rose sharply.

At the end of the ceremony, the crowd gradually dispersed, but there were still smiles on the faces of Yang Jian and the Six Sages of Meishan.

"Brother, congratulations!"

Yang Chan was also happy for Yang Jian, and thanked him politely.

"Sister, the national power of the Tang Dynasty is prosperous, you and my brother and sister are of the same heart, and we will surely survive the catastrophe in 3000 years!"