Journey to the West: Play Westward Journey at the beginning

Chapter 429 The Great-Changed Temple of the True King

Seeing this True Lord Temple, Yang Chan instinctively felt that she didn't like it. She didn't like this kind of temple, and she didn't like her second brother staying in such a cold temple all day.

Therefore, even though it is clear that this place is not her real second brother's True Lord Temple, it is definitely related to her second brother. And as long as he knows this, it is enough for Yang Chan.

The three realms of the prehistoric times all say that Yang Jian is a sister-controller. Of course, there is no such word as a sister-controller in the three realms of the prehistoric times, but the meanings are pretty much the same. And similarly, Yang Chan is actually a brother-controller through and through!

So even though it was not clear what this place was yet, after knowing that it was related to his second brother Yang Jian, Yang Chan couldn't help but start cleaning up and decorating it.

Fortunately, the immortal gods of the three realms of the prehistoric times and practitioners who have reached the golden immortal realm will open a small portable world to carry their own things. And even though I came to this strange place, my little world was not blocked.

Yang Chansu gently tapped her hand, and ten thousand-year candles that could burn for ten thousand years flew out of the void from the palm of her hand and fell into every corner of the True Lord Temple, making the cold True Lord Temple look a little more colorful. Warm orange candlelight.

Then Yang Chan rolled up her sleeves and began to pack up the things in the True Lord Temple. Of course, this was not a random packing. She and her second brother have been together for millions of years, and she naturally knows all about her second brother's habits and preferences. She just silently added some things she liked without changing her second brother's habits and preferences to reconcile her second brother's cold and indifferent temperament.

It was also thanks to the fact that the heavenly soldiers and generals stationed outside the True Lord Temple were all Yang Jian's personal guards, and their military discipline was strict on weekdays. Without Yang Jian's paging, he would not enter without permission. So no matter how Yang Chan kept cleaning up inside the True Lord Temple, even if the heavenly soldiers and generals outside the temple heard the noise, no one would go in to check.

"Hu~~"

Yang Chan placed a small flower bed on the cold jade desk filled with files, and breathed out lightly, with faint traces of sweat on her forehead. It is said that she has already reached the Golden Immortal Realm. Not to mention just cleaning up a temple, even if she fights with others for ten days and ten nights, she will not be tired enough to sweat. Now that I am so tired that I am sweating, I can only say that I have really worked hard.

However, Yang Chan didn't take this trivial matter to heart. He raised his head and glanced around the hall. Seeing the sudden change in appearance, the environment became closer and similar to the appearance of the True Lord Temple in his memory, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Sure enough, the True Lord Temple looks better like this."

After saying that, Yang Chan lowered her head and looked at the Hanyu copywriting. She was so frightened by her move of placing the flower bed down that she hung the half-foot-long pen on the pen stand, which was dark purple in color and had a tail end. It's a slightly yellowish wolf-hair ink pen with gold ink on the tip.

Looking at the dark purple wolf-hair ink pen now pretending to be dead, like an ordinary writing pen, Yang Chan couldn't help but feel angry and funny. He gently stretched out his jade finger, tapped the body of the ink pen, and urged softly:

"Okay, don't pretend to be dead. I saw you just now. Get up quickly and approve the official documents with me! Otherwise, if I have to ask my second brother to approve so many official documents, I don't know how long it will take for my second brother to approve them." After hearing Yang Chan's words, the wolf-brush ink pen didn't move for a while. And Yang Chan didn't blink, just looked at it quietly. After a while, he seemed to realize that he couldn't hide anything, so he slowly floated up and turned around in front of Yang Chan, as if he was expressing something.

Yang Chan was puzzled at first and frowned. After a while, she relaxed her brows and said as if she understood:

"Don't worry, I won't tell my second brother that you are psychic. Okay, okay, let's start quickly."

After getting Yang Chan's reply, the wolf-hair ink pen fell back on the document that had not been finished before, and continued to write furiously.

Seeing this, Yang Chan also took another ordinary ink pen from the pen holder that was not psychic, dipped it in golden ink, and then looked at the official documents passed up from the lower world. After thinking for a while, he imitated Yang Jian's words and sentences, I wrote down my decision.

The handwriting written by Yang Chan is the same as the handwriting written by the psychic wolf hair ink pen. They are both clear, handsome, solemn and upright. This is also Yang Jian's handwriting.

Needless to say, the wolf-hair ink pen was held in Yang Jian's hand for countless days and nights, writing down billions of things that determined the lives of immortals and gods in the three realms. It would be strange if the handwriting written by the psychic wolf brush was not Yang Jian's.

Similarly, Yang Chan has been with Yang Jian for millions of years. In order to let Yang Jian spend more time hanging out with her, she also helped Yang Jian handle official documents and approvals for the Three Realms. Therefore, Yang Chan also copied 100% of the words, sentences, and handwriting. Except for Yang Jian himself who can tell the difference, other outsiders basically can't tell which ones were approved by her and which ones were approved by Yang Jian.

With the cooperation of one person and one stroke, although new documents from the Three Realms archives are still being transmitted to the True Lord Temple, the number of official documents from the Three Realms archives piled up on Han Yu's desk is also decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the Langhao ink pen that was busy writing seemed to have noticed something. The tip of the pen suddenly paused, and the golden ink stained under the pen tip suddenly smudged. Then the Langhao ink pen was immediately hung back on the pen holder, motionless, as if it was just an ordinary ink pen.

And Yang Chan did not notice the movement of the langhao ink pen, because like Yang Jian, she would concentrate on serious things once she was doing them. Unless there was a big commotion, other casual movements would not be noticed. It will alarm her.

As for approving official documents and other matters in the Three Realms, this is undoubtedly the most serious thing among serious things! After all, the official documents of the Three Realms, as small as a village or a place, involve thousands of people; as large as a country or a continent, affecting hundreds of millions of people in the Three Realms, whether it is her or her second brother Yang Jian, Will not be treated carelessly.

So Yang Chan still didn't notice the Langhao ink pen that had pretended to be dead again. Instead, she frowned from time to time, biting the end of the pen, and after thinking about it carefully, she carefully wrote and approved.

And Yang Jian, who had just tempered Liu Chenxiang again and continued to add some new pressure to Liu Chenxiang, saw this scene as soon as he entered the True Lord's Hall!

(End of this chapter)