"The official is reading your book, and even the saints are reading it."

Chen Zhongheng pointed out his purpose of leaving the palace: Brother, your book is popular, it’s very popular!

Ahem!

Chen An was proud, but looked melancholy, "What a pity!"

He was so melancholy, Chen Zhongheng asked, "What a pity?"

Chen An looked heartbroken, "If you sell a book, you will lose a penny, it will hurt."

"You..." Chen Zhongheng looked around, and Zhuang asked honestly: "What does Chen Du know what to look for? Just tell the villain."

Chen Zhongheng scolded: "Your husband is shameless. Come and find a stick. I will fight him today!"

Zhuang honestly looked dark, and Chen Zhongheng said angrily: "I heard something from the official family a while ago... Three immortals, the Supreme One has established virtue, secondly, made meritorious, and secondly, made words. Even if it is not abandoned for a long time, this is called immortality."

Chen An smiled and felt that he was immortal at this moment.

"Your husband made meritorious service and made a first choice in this dynasty, and made a speech... Now that miscellaneous studies have been published, Bianliang paper is expensive, so what is not a speech?"

"In the former Tang Dynasty, Kong Yingda said that establishing virtue means creating laws and providing support to the public." Zhuang Laoshi suddenly became serious, and he actually looked similar to a great scholar. "My husband overcomes all obstacles for the new law and benefits the world. The Shen family donated countless times every year, benefiting the lonely and elderly people in the world... A hundred years later, who dares to say that my husband is not the three immortals?"

Chen Zhongheng didn't expect that Zhuang Laoshi, who was as flattering as a treacherous minister, could say this, and couldn't help but sigh: "Yes! San Immortal! I was jealous and felt uncomfortable, Ermei..."

With a whoosh, Zeng Ermei appeared.

When he saw that it was Chen Zhongheng, Zeng Ermei said confidently: "Do Chen Duzhi want hot sauce?"

"You must be the hottest one! Otherwise, if you think that your husband will achieve three immortals in a hundred years and praise them for future generations, your heart will be ache."

"Three immortals?" Zeng Ermei was stunned for a moment, "If you want to be immortal, it is better to marinate. The more salt you put, the better. They said that someone used salt to cure meat a hundred years ago. If you put too much salt, it would be good after a hundred years..."

Is it cured meat?

Chen An said angrily: "You might as well go!"

Zeng Ermei didn't know why her husband got angry, so she lowered her head and left.

"It's a misfortune!" Chen An was embarrassed.

"Parified meat? Hahahaha!" Chen Zhongheng couldn't help laughing. After laughing enough, he gasped and said, "Who can make someone immortal, and someone is willing to do it."

"There is a country in the west. If the king dies, his internal organs will be hollowed out, and then made into mummies and wrapped in a shroud. It can be preserved for thousands of years... Old Chen, when you go in the future, can you get a set?"

Chen An looked smiling, Chen Zhongheng was stunned, "Are you lying?"

"I'm not a human being!"

Chen An thought of the mummy.

Isn't that preserved for thousands of years?

Chen Zhongheng shivered, "Forget it, I'd better not want it."

"Why don't you? I promised not to pay." Chen An thought there was a test sample good.

"Let's go, there's a lot of things happening in a certain palace." Chen Zhongheng felt itchy all over and ran away in a hurry, as if there was a ghost in the Shen family.

"Hahaha!"

Chen An couldn't help laughing.

"Congratulations to your husband." Zhuang bowed honestly, and then said with an excited look: "Mr. Lang., after you... become a god, can the villain be buried beside you?"

"Why?" This era emphasizes family cemeteries. Anyone with power is basically buried together by a large family. In this way, even if the descendants wither, the tribesmen from other branches will worship you. In this way, cold pork can be eaten, wine and drink, and of course, incense can be enjoyed.

That's why Zhuang's honest request made Chen An a little surprised, thinking why he didn't want to be buried in his own cemetery?

Zhuang said honestly: "The villain thought, you must become a saint in the future. When it comes to heaven, there must be no one to serve you, so the villain is willing to follow you."

He said it seriously, even a little nervous, worried that his request would be too much.

Chen An was a little confused.

Become a saint and ascend to heaven?

Why don’t you go to heaven?

But after thinking about it carefully, he understood the origin of this matter.

People at this moment believe in the sayings of ghosts and gods. Gods are in the sky, sucking wind and drinking dew, free and easy.

Zhuang honestly felt that Chen An would definitely become a god in the future, so he hoped to go to heaven with him.

What is this called?

If one person is enlightened, can a chicken and a dog rise to heaven?

Chen An felt that this matter was a bit funny, but when he saw Zhuang Laoshi's serious look, he was shocked.

"good!"

He nodded and felt that nothing was wrong.

"Thank you, my husband!"

But Zhuang honestly knelt down and kowtowed hard like pounding garlic.

Puff puff puff!

The sound of his forehead hitting the ground gave Chen An a headache, and he said, "Okay."

"It's ninety-nine eighty-one! The villain asked, this is the worship of the gods."

Zhuang honestly seems to have been planning for a long time, and he even found out about this.

Chen An looked helpless and wanted to persuade him, but he couldn't move. He was out of sight and was upset and left.

"Seventy...seventy..."

Zhuang’s honest forehead was swollen and his eyes were distracted.

“Eighty…80…80…80…”

“Eighty-one…”

Bang!

Zhuang Husband fell down.

Chen An found the news and thought it was too ridiculous, but Yang Zhuoxue took it for granted, "You don't know that you usually don't make great contributions to our family. Even the housekeeper cannot be buried near you, otherwise it will be blasphemy."

Well!

This evil era!

Chen An lay on the bed reading a book, listening to his wife's muttering.

"You are destined to be a saint in the future!" Yang Zhuoxue said happily: "I am also the saint's wife, and I can follow you to heaven in the future..."

"Can we not say what God said?"

Chen An felt that the word "God" was so terrible that Yang Zhuo gave him a white look, "Where will you go to heaven? You are a god, so you will go to heaven. I will follow you. In the future, taro will come, and our family will spend their days in the sky, sucking the wind and drinking dew, traveling to Beihai, and till the dusk, and taro will definitely like such days. I just don't know if there are good quilts, soup cakes and hot sauce..."

Chen An was speechless.

If there are gods, are gods still worried about not having quilts? Do you still worry about not having hot sauce when eating soup cakes?

Chen An felt like he was going crazy.

"Don't it... to suck the wind and drink the dew?" he asked carefully.

Yang Zhuoxue tilted her head and thought, "Let's go back and ask Shehui, why don't I go now."

"No!" Chen An felt that this family was going crazy.

Yang Zhuoxue hurriedly drove to Izumo Temple, and was so happy when she came back.

"Langjun, they all say you are the first to make a fortune!"

This school refers to the doctrine.

In the early years, hundreds of schools of thought contend, and countless schools of thought existed. Later, after the so-called schools of thought disappeared.

Now there is another miscellaneous study. Although the name is not obvious, it cannot resist the people's liking!

"Shehui said that you will definitely be a god from the Taoist sect in the future, and said that after you go, you will be given a statue to worship."

This day has not been sent.

Chen An used the excuse of going out for a walk and relaxing, so he went out alone.

He walked along the streets, watching the buildings gradually turning brightly lit, and shops on both sides were open, countless people were in and out, laughing and bargaining.

He didn't have the intention to become a saint, but judging from Zhao Shu's meaning, it was clearly necessary to place him in the position of a generation of scholars and not move.

So there are news about Chen Chen's intention to become a saint in Bianliang City. Chen An even maliciously wondered whether there were people from the Imperial City Department trying to spread rumors.

There must be, look at the fat man with a wretched look in the tavern on the left. Isn’t that the former secret spy leader of Xiongzhou Rao Chunlai?

When will this guy return to Bianliang?

"Then Duke Chen has been a genius since he was a child..."
To be continued...