Chapter 56: Translating The Diplomatic Document
In the shabby room.
Scholar Ma dipped his brush in ink, lifted the pen to draw an ‘X’ on the paper, then carefully moved the waste paper aside, preparing to keep it for his own practice of writing.
This ribbed paper allocated by the government was pure white, soft and tough, delicate as water, truly top-quality paper.
Although Scholar Ma resented selling official posts and was unwilling to spend money to buy an official post.
But this freebie delivered to the door, since it could be reimbursed anyway, why not take advantage of it.
Scholar Ma rubbed his glabella and said,
“The supervisor of the Hall of Translations is illiterate, just a rough man, who handed the matter of translating the state letter to Feng Jicha.
Feng Jicha suddenly fell seriously ill, bedridden at home, and had no choice but to hand the state letter to the interpreter.
The interpreter was just preparing to translate it when, on the way to duty, he fell and broke his leg…
In the end, Instructor Shen took on this errand, but he knew nothing about the script of Qianning Country, so he had no choice but to find me.”
Mrs. Ma saw the white candle wick split, put down the fabric, stood up to twist the wick into a single strand to avoid waste, then spoke,
“Old man, didn’t you say those foreigners have all sorts of faiths and all sorts of deities? Why don’t you believe in one too, pray more, and it might bless you to pass the exam soon, so you don’t have to deal with these bothersome things anymore!”
Hearing this, Scholar Ma shook his head with a smile, not wanting to say more, took another sheet of ribbed paper, and racked his brains to translate the state letter.
Deity?
There are no deities in the world.
If there were, why would people live such bitter lives.
I, Ma Mou, wouldn’t have to be like this either.
…
What Scholar Ma didn’t know was.
At this very moment, a pair of cold eyes was silently watching him.
Even knowing clearly what was in his heart, his complaints about the world, his prayers to the deity.
Chen Shun’an had a feeling that as long as he turned his mind, he could respond to Scholar Ma’s call.
Manifest divine power, descend a divine miracle.
But…
It required consuming divine power, that is, incense.
Chen Shun’an immediately dismissed the idea.
Poor.
Income and expenditure not proportional.
Strictly speaking, Scholar Ma wasn’t even Chen Shun’an’s believer yet.
By degree of devotion, worshippers could be classified as—
Casual Believer: Burns incense when remembered, prays when having a wish, doesn’t care if it’s spiritual or not, switches to another if not, can only provide turbid and thin wish power.
Shallow Believer: Has witnessed divine miracle, believes in the deity, but hasn’t undergone the Discipline Transmission Ritual, can provide considerable pure wish.
Devout Believer: Faith is devout, worships day and night, has undergone the Discipline Transmission Ritual, can even be treated as a walking disciple to spread the divine path for the deity, can provide true incense.
True Believer: Faith is fanatical, serves the deity with body, willing to go through fire and water. And possesses certain strength and cultivation, can provide pure incense power…
Including Scholar Ma, all welfare recipients currently were only casual believers.
However, Scholar Ma, Little Confucius and others were casual believers slightly intimate with the divine countenance, easier to convert to shallow believers or even devout believers in the future.
Shifting his gaze from Scholar Ma, Chen Shun’an looked toward Little Confucius, Li Shicheng and others…
Moments later.
Chen Shun’an stepped down from the throne, left the Divine Palace, and with a leap of consciousness, returned to reality.
The bright moon shone, the night curtain hung high, brilliant light like water enveloped the land.
He pushed open the window and looked toward the distant horizon.
Cold wind brushed his face, nostrils flaring.
Willows showed new green, the Jindu riverside embroidered with green grass, the air filled with the fresh scent of the quiet night.
Even across such a great distance, Chen Shun’an in Chaodou Hutong could hear it clearly.
This made him feel the taste of being human again.
Sitting high on the divine position, enjoying sacrificial incense, possessing only divinity, overlooking the faint believers with a strange and detached feeling, made Chen Shun’an slightly uncomfortable.
However, Chen Shun’an vaguely felt that this deity state had immense benefits for him, even other wonderful uses.
“Extract the essence of immortal fate, transform immortal into divine, achieve trinity, construct the Divine Palace…”
Chen Shun’an murmured in his heart, his eyes showing contemplation.
The Immortal Path had become the provisions for the Path of Divinity?
“Then what essence does that Li Tan Banner possess?”
But soon, Chen Shun’an had no time to think more.
He looked at the large pearwood boxes in the bedroom, courtyard, even the kitchen piled full, no space left even on the bed, his mouth twitching.
Azure Gang Yang Huo lost the Xuhuo Mukou, became ordinary items, and the Hibiscus Paste Fire contained within naturally all restored to original size.
But the key was, these Hibiscus Paste Fires were hot potatoes!
Hard to throw away, hard to sell, can’t even burn them!
“Don’t let me catch who invented the Hibiscus Paste Fire, or I’ll imprison him in the dungeon, burn his paste fire, make him ascend to immortality!”
Helpless, Chen Shun’an could only wave his hand.
Invisible qi enveloped the full courtyard of elm boxes, and with a ‘whoosh’, the boxes all disappeared together, appearing in the Divine Palace.
And the Divine Palace, which already occupied only one mu of land and was cramped and narrow, became even more crowded.
Layer upon layer, piled high.
Even Chen Shun’an had almost no place to set foot.
Seeing this, Chen Shun’an’s face turned as black as coal.
Things had come to this, time to practice martial arts!
……
The next morning.
Sacrificing appearance.
【Wish+4】
Heading to the Grit Well for duty.
Chen Shun’an discovered another wonderful use of the Divine Palace.
Practicing martial arts is inherently tormenting muscles and bones, grinding the will, excess leads to not only physical fatigue and pain, but also great burden on mental will.
So even those with 360 Wonderful Sounds, possessing various strange special phenomena, direct true inheritance of the Martial Arts Hall, had daily practice time limits.
Relieving physical fatigue was manageable.
Massage medicinal bath, guiding qi acupuncture, worst case just sleep it off.
But recovery of mental will had few methods.
Wealthy families could develop hobbies like listening to music, walking birds, appreciating jade, consorting with prostitutes, but poor families could only endure or keep sleeping.
Now, Chen Shun’an found that he just needed to sit on the throne in the Divine Palace to wipe the dust from the spiritual platform, enter absolute rational cold divinity.
When returning to the body again, spirit full!
“Deities don’t need sleep? Or is this use of mine just a small test of skill, pearl thrown to swine…”
Chen Shun’an pondered as he walked into the alley.
“Master Chen!”
“Master Chen is here?! You’ve worked hard, the water cart is prepared for you…”
Unlike the previous cold brief greetings, this time as soon as Chen Shun’an arrived, the water carrier by the well edge, even the shop assistants pumping water all stood up.
The thick-skinned ones hurried forward, calling Master Chen this, Brother Chen that, helping to hold the cart, scoop water and fill buckets.
The thin-skinned ones stood in place, faces full of smiles watching Chen Shun’an, and when Chen Shun’an’s gaze passed over them, they hurriedly smiled and greeted, then went back to their tasks.
The cabinet under the shed for clothes was clean and open.
The water cart was also loaded full.
Chen Shun’an gripped the cart handle, exclaimed in surprise, feeling the cart body solid and steady, the usual creaky flaws all fixed.
Xiao E popped out from the side, with awe and flattery said,
“Master Chen, I saw your water cart was quite old, and I happen to know some carpentry, so I took the liberty to fix it up a bit…
Master Chen, I’m not the same as that heartless Ah Hua, you’re magnanimous, please don’t hold it against me.”
