Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 119: Marriage and Talent Recruitment

Another day passed, and in the middle of the night, Deng Chanyu shot the sheep demon Yang Xian to death with a sky-shaking arrow from a distance of eighty miles.

This monster has even less power. It can spit out a white light that covers the enemy and prevents them from moving. The power of this light is a bit like that of the two generals Heng and Ha, and its value is far less than that of Jin Dasheng who spits out ox bile and Dai Li who spits out dog treasure.

The Sky-shaking Arrow was right in front of him, but this stupid sheep was still spitting out white light. Deng Chanyu, who was eighty miles away, was worried about his IQ.

The four generals of the Mo family happily ate a meal of mutton skewers.

Chang Hao has been searching for the snake demon for several days. This guy likes to hide in cool places and usually doesn't show up.

Deng Chanyu wandered around the territory of the northern princes for more than half a month before finding the snake. Without any further ado, she killed it with two five-light stones and one sky-repairing stone.

Zhu Zizhen, Yang Xian, and Chang Hao are all monsters on the list. Now that the Conferred God Platform has not been built, their true spirits cannot return to their places, and they are all received by Deng Chanyu in the plague-eliminating jade talisman.

After Jin Dasheng's personal testimony, the three demons reluctantly accepted the appointment as plague removers.

Deng Chanyu knew about the Conferred Gods, and the immortals from the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect also knew about it, but the monsters like the Seven Monsters of Meishan who had no backing did not know about it. For the independent cultivators, this information was almost the ultimate secret of the current era.

The Plague Remover is not a high-ranking official, but he is also recognized by the Heavenly Dao.

Being able to obtain a job equivalent to that of a formal god with a formal salary after death is always better than being reborn as an animal in the next life.

Even if you can cultivate for a thousand years to become a spirit in this life, you may not have the same fate in the next life.

The four major plague-eliminating messengers in the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest are all in place. The plague-eliminating messenger in the central region cannot be found for the time being, but the people in the central region cannot give up. If they have a headache or fever, it is best to have a place to treat it.

To be fair, the Shang Dynasty's belief in destiny and ghosts and gods could also cure diseases, but it was feudal superstition in later generations, but it was not really so in this era. It's just that ordinary people simply couldn't afford the reward.

Deng Chanyu returned to Chaoge, studied for two days, and then built her Yutai Teahouse.

Previously, she had intended to use the teahouse to earn merit, but now that the merit had been advanced to her, there was no need to build a magical treasure house specifically to collect merit; a normal residence would suffice. Li Qi's greed was responsible for the battle on Kowloon Island, and Deng Chanyu herself was also responsible for neglecting the treasure's value and placing the priceless teahouse in a busy city.

Jin Dasheng went to be a plague-removing messenger, and the teahouse had to have waiters, so she posted a notice to recruit workers.

Ma stood in front of the Yutai Teahouse and looked around for a while.

She read the recruitment notice at the door carefully twice.

Ma was the daughter of Mr. Ma. She was not an illiterate peasant woman and had some culture.

Jiang Ziya went to the construction site outside the city every day to supervise the construction of the altar to heaven, leaving early and returning late. She had nothing to do, so she wanted to do something. Not to mention supplementing the family income, but at least to kill time, right?
Deng Chanyu turned into an old man again. She didn't know who Ma was. She asked a few questions and found no problem. She briefly described the work content of the teahouse, and the employment relationship was immediately reached.

Mid-month.

Aunt Huang led a large group of people from Nanjun to Chaoge.

As the representative of the Deng family, she formally visited Wucheng King Huang Feihu, and the idle Deng Chanyu also came to join in the fun.

Aunt Huang said very solemnly: "Cousin, let's settle this matter. Xiu Ge'er will marry Yan'er in March next year." Huang Feihu looked serious, with Huang Feibiao and Huang Feibao standing on both sides.

King Wucheng of the Shang Dynasty said in a resounding voice, "My daughter is very naughty. It is a blessing for her to marry into the Deng family. If she is not filial to her parents-in-law in the future, you are free to beat and scold her."

"My cousin, you're too kind. I watched Yan'er grow up. She's kind and virtuous, and has a very good personality."

The two sides quickly finalized the details of the marriage.

Deng Xiu will marry Huang Feihu's only daughter Huang Yan next year, further strengthening the relationship between the two families.

Deng Chanyu was so bored that she wanted to yawn. It was not until they finished their business that she followed Uncle Biao to see her sister-in-law.

Passing by the cowshed, I saw Huang Feihu's five-colored fat cow. No, the five-colored divine cow was eating grass.

Thinking of Laozi's Qingniu and Tongtian Sect Master's Kui Niu, she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Maybe she had been killing too many monsters these days, and the Five-Colored Divine Bull sensed her aura. A hint of panic appeared in the bull's eyes, and it subconsciously took two steps back. What does that mean? Don't come over here!
The younger sister-in-law has a good personality, she is very gentle and has her own ideas. When Deng Chanyu suggested that they go out to practice martial arts, the younger sister-in-law smiled and refused.

Uncle Biao came to the rescue of his niece: "Ayu, let me tell you, Yan'er is the apple of my eldest brother's eye. When she marries into your Deng family, you must not treat her unfairly."

Deng Chanyu rolled her eyes. "How can you say that to me? You're not marrying me."

With the support of the Su family and the marriage with the Huang family, the Deng family's talent gap has been made up to some extent, but it is still lacking! Especially in the field of domestic affairs, the lack is severe.

If Jiang Ziya could be tricked into coming over, that would definitely be the best thing, but Deng Chanyu didn't dare to do it, not even to mention it.

We can only find a solution elsewhere.

She arranged the affairs of the teahouse and then recruited talents in Chaoge City.

Thirty miles outside Chaoge City, there was a farm. Hearing that there was a hermit who worked in the fields there, she rode a horse and came to visit with gifts.

"But Mr. Ding Ce? My name is Deng Chanyu, from Nanjun, and I've come to visit you."

Ding Ce was in his twenties, of medium height, with a resolute face. Although he had just returned from the fields, his movements of washing his hands and wiping his face appeared very natural, without a trace of embarrassment.

He asked, "I am a country bumpkin, and have never seen a noble person. Miss, you are so noble, I wonder why you are looking for me?"

Deng Chanyu knew the behavior of these hermits very well. Every word and action of his was to enhance his own status.

If you really want to live in seclusion, why don't you live farther away? Just live thirty miles outside Chaoge City, which is only half a day's ride away. Is this what you call living in seclusion? These people essentially still want to be officials, but they just haven't found the opportunity.

Deng Chanyu acted eager to seek out talented individuals. "I heard you've visited many great sages to learn military strategies and the art of governing a nation. My father, Deng Jiugong, was a loyal minister of the Shang Dynasty. Even though he fell ill this summer, he still fought in battle. Unfortunately, I'm a girl, so weak I can't even fight a chicken. Seeing my father go off to war despite his illness is heartbreaking. I heard of your name yesterday and have come to visit you today. Please consider my sincerity and come to my aid for the sake of Cheng Tang's country and the millions of people in southern Xinjiang!"

Outside, Biaozi couldn't help but sneeze twice. "Weak as a chicken?" He was talking about you. What a lie! Zhu Zizhen, Yang Xian, and Chang Hao had already fainted in the bathroom from crying!

(End of this chapter)