How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 7 A Bold Idea
Zhang Wen stood outside the training center, watching the students gradually go away, and the corners of his mouth, which had been depressed, finally lifted up.

The confused expression of my future mother-in-law when she received the ultrasound report appeared in my mind.

That picture is so beautiful!
After feeling a little proud for a while, he put away his smile.

Zhang Wen knew very well that the reason he was able to harvest leeks was all thanks to his great-grandfather's help, and now it was time to repay him.

So he rode a shared bicycle to a large wholesale market nearby, and after a round, he finally found a stall that specialized in selling cultural supplies.

"Boss, do you have a statue of Wenquxingjun?" Zhang Wen asked as he looked.

There were many statues and portraits on the shelves, including Maitreya Buddha, Guanyin, the God of Wealth, and the God of Longevity, but there was no picture of his great-grandfather.

"Wenquxingjun? No."

The boss turned around and pointed to a statue behind him. "I have a statue of Wenchang Emperor here. Do you want one?"

"No." Zhang Wen shook his head decisively and turned to leave.

Seeing this, the boss quickly stepped forward to stop the man, looked him over carefully and asked, "Little brother, you look so handsome. Did you invite Xingjun for the art exam?"

Zhang Wen smiled and gave a thumbs-up, "Boss, you have good taste."

The boss immediately perked up and said with a beaming expression, "Little brother, I'm going to explain this to you..."

"Wenchang Emperor is the deity in charge of the literary fortunes and examinations of all scholars in the world, and is known as the God of Examinations."

"Although Wenquxingjun also controls literary fortune, he is only a literary deity under Wenchangdijun. Worshiping Wenchangdijun is more effective than worshipping Wenquxingjun."

"If you listen to me, please ask Emperor Wenchang."

Zhang Wen knew his boss was an honest man, so he said, "Boss, you're right, but the county magistrate is not as good as the current manager. Wenchang Emperor is indeed high-ranking and powerful, but he doesn't know me. Wenqu Star Lord may be a little lower in rank, but he can take care of me."

The shop owner stood there in a daze, listening in amazement.

I just feel that although I know a lot about the ranking of gods, I don’t understand society as well as this little brother.

However, in order to get this charity, he began to recommend others.

"Little brother, I have Manjushri Bodhisattva here, who is also the embodiment of wisdom. He is known as the Buddha who will pass the exam. Regardless of whether you know him or not, he will save everyone. Why don't you go back and give it a try?"

Zhang Wen waved his hands repeatedly, "Forget it, boss. We have different ideals and cannot work together. I'm afraid that if I invite him back, my great grandfather will ignore me. I'd better go somewhere else."

The shop owner watched the young man leave and muttered to himself, "Who is your great-grandfather? He doesn't even give face to Manjusri?"

Zhang Wen visited a few more stores, but the more he looked, the more depressed and sad he became, and he even felt offended.

These stores are the same as the first one, with Emperor Wenchang, Manjushri Bodhisattva, and even Athena, but there is no Wenquxingjun.

He now finally understood why his great-grandfather failed to ascend.

Without incense, you can't ride on the clouds, how can you fly?
Zhang Wen didn't stay for long. He just bought some incense and incense burners and left the wholesale market, ready to look for something else somewhere else.

Just as he took out his mobile phone to scan the code for a shared bicycle, a small advertisement in the basket successfully caught his attention.

The Miss Bao on the card is young and beautiful, and looks just like a rich lady who spends a fortune to have a child.

In this situation, a bold idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

Believe in Grandpa Ether's broad mind, even if he knew, he would definitely not blame him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wen looked around and found a printing house not far away, so he walked over quickly.

“Can you make a poster?”

"Yes, do you have a picture?"

"There's no picture. You can search online for Wenquxingjun."

The clerk typed the four words "Wenquxingjun" in the search box and clicked the Enter key. The next moment, the search results appeared on the computer screen.

Zhang Wen smiled.

Isn’t that it?

Judging from his IQ, he is undoubtedly my grandson.

He leaned closer to the screen and looked at it carefully. After a moment, his brows furrowed.

There are many pictures on the Internet, but I always feel that something is missing.

Yes, that face.

The face in the picture is different from my great-grandfather's face.

Throughout history, there have been many people who have been called the reincarnations of Wenquxing. If the offerings were made incorrectly, the incense would not reach my great-grandfather, and not only would he not be of any help, he might even indirectly fund my great-grandfather's competitors, leaving me with the stigma of being a traitor and a betrayer of my ancestors.

"Have you made your choice?" the clerk asked.

"No." Zhang Wen continued to look through the pages and shook his head.

The clerk casually pointed to a picture on the screen and expressed his opinion, "I think this one is good."

"Not good looking."

"what?"

The clerk was completely confused.

Even the gods don’t think you are weak, so why do you think they are ugly?
This is the first time I’ve seen someone pick on appearance when worshipping a god.

"What kind of thing are you looking for?" the clerk asked doubtfully.

"Find someone who looks like my great-grandfather... well, someone who looks similar to me," Zhang Wen said. The clerk couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard that.

I've seen narcissistic people, but I've never seen anyone as narcissistic as him. He even worships gods that look like him.

"What are you looking for online? Why not just take a selfie?" the clerk joked, rolling his eyes.

Zhang Wen was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then his eyes lit up and he slapped his thigh excitedly.

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that?"

He pointed to a photo of a man dressed similarly to his great-grandfather and said to the clerk beside him, "Take a photo of me and put my face on it."

what?
The clerk's face was dazed, and he looked as if his soul had left his body.

She was just joking, but she didn't expect that the other party not only took it seriously, but also took it a step further based on the joke.

"Isn't this bad?" the clerk reminded him with good intentions, but in his heart he suspected that the other party had read too many novels about gods and demons and couldn't find the secret of cultivating immortals, so he came up with such a self-entertaining way of becoming an immortal on the spot.

If you can become an immortal by photoshopping pictures, wouldn't the immortal world be overcrowded with immortals?
"What's wrong?"

Zhang Wen didn't care.

He looks so much like my great-grandfather, their faces are as if they were carved from the same mold, so it's natural that he looks like the person whose name is written.

"If you do this, don't hold me responsible if anything happens in the future." The clerk hurriedly distanced himself from the matter and even moved his chair to the side, fearing that he would be implicated when the other party was struck by lightning.

"The customer is God. Hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Zhang Wen urged.

The clerk couldn't help but sigh when he saw that the customer was determined to go all the way.

Hey!
He is quite handsome, but his brain is not very good, what a pity!

……

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"What? You signed up for an acting training class outside?"

"Oh, you must have met a scammer. He's not a teacher at Jingying Huaxi Opera. How can he help you?"

"I just don't believe that our ten years of hard study can't be worth his ten days of training?"

When Zhou Lingyi and Sun Meng returned to the hotel, they told their parents about signing up for special training to pass the art exam, and they were immediately scolded by their parents.

In fact, the four parents were not worried about the money, but they hated the liar who even took their children's New Year's money. It was so despicable.

"It's not training, it's special training, isn't it Mengmeng?"

Zhou Lingyi looked at her good friend beside her. Not only was there no regret on her face, she even retained the joy and excitement of coming back, because she didn't feel that she had been deceived at all.

Sun Meng nodded after hearing this. To prove that she had grown up, she swiftly took out a document bag from her bag and said seriously, "This is the agreement we signed with the training center. It clearly states that if you fail the art exam, you will get a full refund."

"Yes." Zhou Lingyi raised her head, her face full of confidence. "Otherwise, we wouldn't have signed up. So, now you guys finally believe me, right?"

Mother Zhou glanced at the agreement and continued to pour cold water on it, "Don't be so complacent here. International agreements can be overturned at any time. What are these pieces of paper worth?"

Mrs. Sun nodded in agreement, holding her phone and saying, "Don't you usually watch short videos? Even national art institutions can run away with the money these days, let alone this little place you're talking about."

"But at that time, besides Mengmeng and I, there were other art students who signed up." Zhou Lingyi said seriously, not believing that she would be deceived.

Mother Zhou smiled wryly and patted her daughter's shoulder. "Silly girl, those people are shills. Otherwise, how could they attract you to sign up? Let me guess, did that art student not believe it at first, but gradually believed it?"

"..."

Zhou Lingyi froze in place as if she were hit by an acupuncture point.

Sun Meng next to her was also no longer confident because everything was just as Aunt Zhou had guessed.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered something and quickly took out her phone from her pocket. "I added the trainer's WeChat. If you don't believe me, I'll ask him where he is right now. Let's go and find out together. Then you'll believe it."

When Mr. Sun heard this, he immediately reached out to stop his daughter, shaking his head and saying, "No, if you ask him on WeChat, won't that alert the enemy? If he runs away early, where will we find him?"

"Well, it's also possible to find some people to act out another play," Zhou's father added.

Zhou Lingyi is usually a very opinionated person, but after hearing what her father said, she couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

I think the famous teachers have their own way, and I also think my parents are right.

"How about this." Father Zhou thought for a moment, then looked at Sun Meng's father and said, "It's still early, and they probably haven't finished get off work yet. Let's go to that art exam training center now and catch them off guard. If they don't refund the money, we'll call the police. How about that?"

"Okay, the children haven't attended any classes anyway." Mr. Sun nodded.

"But……"

Sun Meng hesitated for a moment, then asked quietly, "What if the teacher is really that good?"

Her idea was simple. If the teacher was not the liar her parents said he was, then wouldn't she and Zhou Lingyi miss the opportunity to be taught by a famous teacher?

Several parents looked at each other and their expressions became cautious.

The child has been preparing for the art exam for so many years. Now that it’s the final step, you can’t trip the child outside the Beijing Film Academy, right?
Father Sun looked at his daughter, thought for a moment, then turned to the others and said, "When we get there, we can test the waters first. As for the reason, we can say we want to test the waters of the person our daughter is talking about. If we find any problems during this process, we can confront him then."

"Yes, courtesy first, then force."

After hearing this, others echoed it.

Children are young and ignorant and easily fooled, but if you want to fool four adults, just dream on!

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(End of this chapter)